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Chapter 0416: Scheming

Rebirth of a Perfect Future · 第0416章 心机

In life, the worst thing is to be casual about everything while claiming to embrace a carefree attitude, because true carefreeness lies in preserving one's right and ability to choose.

Simply put, Zhao Fusheng was striving to obtain these things.

Time passed quickly. As Boss Ma had said, he did have some connections in Shenzhen. In less than half a month, the items Zhao Fusheng needed were shipped by freight from Shenzhen.

“Are you from Shunfeng Express?” Zhao Fusheng asked the workers unloading the goods, surprised.

“Yes,” the worker replied politely, handing him a business card. “If you need anything shipped, you can entrust it to us. We’ll deliver it in the shortest possible time.”

Zhao Fusheng nodded and took the card, but a strange expression crossed his face.

To him, the name Shunfeng was indeed thunderous. Without exaggeration, a dozen years later, Shunfeng would be the leader in the express delivery industry, and the mysterious Boss Wang was someone Zhao Fusheng deeply admired.

However, what Zhao Fusheng hadn’t expected was that in the year 2000, Shunfeng’s business had already expanded to Ninghai.

“By the way, what regions do you currently accept express deliveries for?” Zhao Fusheng asked with interest as he watched them unload.

“We accept domestic deliveries,” the worker said with a smile. “As long as there’s air, train, or bus service.”

“Oh, I see.” Zhao Fusheng nodded and asked no further.

It seemed that Shunfeng Express in this life was developing somewhat differently from the one in his previous life. At least, in Zhao Fusheng’s memory, Shunfeng hadn’t grown this fast back then.

But no matter how Shunfeng developed, Zhao Fusheng had no intention of getting involved.

Wang Weiran valued Shunfeng’s equity more than his own life and always kept a low profile. Zhao Fusheng had no interest in playing mind games or palace intrigues with him.

Of course, when the time was right, some cooperation might be possible.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng said to Zhang Qian behind him, “Watch them transport the machines upstairs. I’ve already spoken to the freight elevator people.”

Zhang Qian nodded. He had already met Zhao’s father under Zhao Fusheng’s guidance.

Speaking of this, Zhao Fusheng had to admit that his parents were truly kind-hearted. When he brought Zhang Qian to their door, his mother and father were quite surprised.

But later, when Zhao Fusheng explained that he was helping Zheng Yao and Zhang Qian connect—Zheng Yao planned to open an arcade, where Zhang Qian and his comrades, along with the siblings from the welfare home, would work, and part of the profits would go to support the welfare home—Zhao’s father and mother readily agreed.

Moreover, Zhao’s father decided to waive the first year’s rent for the arcade.

After learning this, Zhao Fusheng felt it was better not to tell his parents that he was the real owner of the arcade.

Zhang Qian didn’t mind. He simply followed Zhao Fusheng’s orders. When Zhao Fusheng asked him to be the nominal boss of the arcade, he didn’t object. As he put it, “You take the money, you do the job.”

In addition, Zhang Qian’s four comrades had all arrived in Ninghai.

Zhao Sihai, Qian Dongliu, Sun Zhengyi, and Li Kunlun—four comrades who had served in the same unit as Zhang Qian—had been recruited by him because of their poor family backgrounds.

In short, they needed to support their families but were unwilling to break the law. They relied on their physical strength to make a living, yet earned little. After hearing that Zhang Qian could offer a monthly salary of a thousand yuan, they boarded the train to Ninghai without hesitation.

For Zhao Fusheng, the more such strongmen he could get, the better.

After the robbery incident last time, he had become somewhat paranoid.

It wasn’t that he feared death, but Zhao Fusheng felt that if he lost his life over a wallet in a fight, he would be letting down his identity as a reincarnator.

Therefore, he thought it better to have one or two skilled people around him.

Leaving Zhang Qian to supervise the unloading, Zhao Fusheng went upstairs to his father’s office.

“Your President Zheng really trusts you,” Zhao’s father said with a smile as his son walked in.

“What do you mean?”

Zhao Fusheng looked puzzled, then laughed. “Don’t forget, I started the business with President Zheng.”

He had discussed this with Zheng Yao beforehand. Though a bit surprised, she wasn’t particularly taken aback. After all, Zhao Fusheng had previously produced two advertising campaigns and received a total of 1.5 million yuan in fees. It would have been strange if he didn’t do something with the money.

Still, Zheng Yao hadn’t expected Zhao Fusheng to spend hundreds of thousands on an arcade.

Fortunately, when Zhao Fusheng told her about the Red Star Welfare Home, she was astonished but felt it was in line with his character.

Not only that, she personally gave Zhao Fusheng five thousand yuan to donate to the welfare home.

Zhao Fusheng didn’t stand on ceremony; he accepted it and later handed it to Zhang Qian to give to the grandmother at the welfare home.

Hearing his son’s words, Zhao’s father smiled and nodded. He saw nothing wrong with the relationship between Zheng Yao and Zhao Fusheng. As Zhao Fusheng said, as someone who had been with Zheng Yao since she started her business, handling such matters was only natural.

“President Zheng trusts you, so you must live up to that trust,” Zhao’s father advised. “And don’t neglect your studies.”

Zhao Fusheng nodded in agreement, glancing at the documents on his father’s desk. “What’s the matter? Trouble?”

Zhao’s father smiled and handed him the papers. “Take a look. Learn a thing or two.”

As his business grew, he had come to realize that one day, this enterprise would be passed on to Zhao Fusheng. Though he was still in his prime, he would eventually grow old. Leaving everything to outsiders then would not do.

So now, Zhao’s father occasionally discussed management issues with Zhao Fusheng, treating it as a way to give him management experience.

Zhao Fusheng didn’t mind. He had some interest in business management, and even if he might not actually manage Wanda in the future, accumulating some experience now was harmless.

Most importantly, Zhao Fusheng couldn’t tell his father that he looked down on the family business and had already laid out his own plans.

Besides, who said a boss had to personally manage a company?

In a few years, once the concept of professional managers became widespread, he believed his father would drop the idea.