Chapter 0440: The Feeling of Flying

"So happy!"

Holding her belly, Fan Beibei let out a satisfied sigh, looked up at Zhao Fusheng, and said, "Brother, every time I eat with you, I get so full."

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly: "Really? I heard that at home you only like to eat meat, not vegetables."

"No way..." The little girl's eyes flickered, clearly wondering who had let the cat out of the bag.

Zhao Fusheng gently rubbed her head: "Silly girl, eating is a very happy thing. Whether it's vegetables or meat, they're all good for your body. Remember?"

"Got it." Fan Beibei nodded vigorously.

"Come on, I'll take you home." Zhao Fusheng smiled, picked up Fan Beibei, and led her out of the amusement park.

The two had played there all day. In the afternoon, when the little girl said she was hungry, Zhao Fusheng took her to grab a bite nearby.

Sitting on the bus, watching the buildings recede outside the window and the little girl in his arms, Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt that perhaps this was the happiness he had always been pursuing.

After playing all day, by the time they got home in the evening, the little girl had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Zhao Fusheng carried her upstairs, laid her on the bed, and then said to his mother, "She played all day and is exhausted."

His mother gave him an exasperated glare: "You're something else. How can you spoil a child like that?"

Although she knew her son doted on Fan Beibei, the fact that the two had gone out in the morning and played until now was really too much.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled sheepishly, not daring to retort, and walked out of the bedroom on his own.

"By the way, Mom, Dad mentioned buying a house last time. Is that for real?" Zhao Fusheng sat on the sofa, eating the fruit his mother had washed, and asked her.

"We're already looking. But that villa you mentioned, is it for real?" Zhao's mother asked.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "Anyway, it wasn't expensive when our Boss Zheng bought it. I just don't know what the price will be when Dad asks."

Zhao's mother glared at him: "You brat, how can it be the same? Teacher Zheng got an internal price. We'll definitely have to spend more."

Hearing his mother say this, Zhao Fusheng suddenly realized the most critical issue. As his mother said, he had been able to buy that villa back then because of Zheng Yao's connections.

But this time, if his father went to buy it, they wouldn't get that discount.

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhao Fusheng had to admit that he had been too naive in his thinking.

There was no way around it. He wasn't in real estate himself, and his knowledge of housing prices was basically superficial. If you asked an ordinary person to pay attention to the specific development process of the real estate industry, Zhao Fusheng would say that unless he knew in advance he would be reborn and time-travel, he really couldn't do it.

So the only advice Zhao Fusheng could give his mother was to tell her seriously: "Mom, no matter what, I think housing prices will definitely rise in the future. To be honest, if our family had money, I'd go buy a few courtyard houses in Beijing right now."

Zhao's mother looked baffled and rolled her eyes at him: "What nonsense are you talking? Always thinking about who knows what. Let me tell you, don't cause any trouble during your internship, got it?"

Zhao Fusheng quickly nodded: "Don't worry, how would I dare?"

After dinner, Zhao Fusheng returned to school, but his mother took his words seriously.

Though she scolded him verbally, Zhao's mother was sensible. She knew her son had good judgment. Whether it was joining Zheng Yao's advertising studio back then or later encouraging his father to start a business, Zhao Fusheng's maturity and thoughtfulness made his mother value his opinions.

"Hmm, maybe I should listen to this little brat?" Zhao's mother muttered to herself.

After thinking it over, she took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, cousin? It's me. Ah, yes, yes. Hehe, haven't seen you in years. How are you doing in Beijing? How's everything lately? I was thinking of asking you, how are housing prices over there? Can I get a loan from the bank?..."

Many things in this world are just like a butterfly flapping its wings, and then many wonderful changes occur.

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Zhao Fusheng, having left home, did not return to school. He had more important things to do.

He took a taxi to Wanda Mall. According to his father, in summer the mall stayed open until ten at night, so he was in no hurry.

Getting out of the car, Zhao Fusheng did not go to his father's office but took the elevator to the arcade on the fifth floor.

The moment he entered, he got a big shock.

It was already six in the evening, yet the place was still packed with people.

A large crowd surrounded the dance machine, a long line formed in front of the basketball machines, and even the shooting machines had people waiting.

"Fusheng, you're here." Zhang Qian appeared from somewhere, sidled up to Zhao Fusheng, his face beaming.

Before, they had called him General Manager Zhao, but Zhao Fusheng found it awkward and insisted they use his name.

After all, being called something-or-other 'boss' at just over twenty made him feel old.

"How's it going?" Zhao Fusheng asked Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian grinned, rubbing his hands: "What can I say? It's absolutely packed. You should have seen it during the day—there were even people queuing at the door."

He was genuinely happy. Today was the arcade's first day of business. Perhaps because the promotion had been effective, a flood of people poured in after the morning opening, and the stream never stopped all day.

"Did you set everything up the way I said?" Zhao Fusheng looked up and asked Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian nodded: "Everything's done exactly as you said. But you'll have to ask Old Qian for the details—he knows."

Zhao Fusheng sighed. There was no help for it; he had no one around who could think. Guys like Zhang Qian could fight ten men if it came to a brawl, but when it came to business thinking—remembering how that guy had suggested giving away two hundred game coins for every hundred recharged after opening—Zhao Fusheng felt like cracking his skull open to see if it was filled with shit or pig intestines.

"Go do whatever you need to do. Don't worry about me," Zhao Fusheng said to Zhang Qian.

Zhang Qian knew he wasn't cut out for business, so he nodded and walked off to the side.

Zhao Fusheng went to the counter, glanced at the girl taking payments on the computer, and said with a smile: "You're Zhang Limei, right?"

"Ah?" The girl was startled. She looked up, saw it was Zhao Fusheng, and immediately broke into a smile: "Brother Fusheng, you're here."

There were still several children from the welfare home around Zhang Qian's age. They had little education and no skills, usually scraping by on odd jobs, and the girls in particular were often bullied.

After Zhao Fusheng heard about this from Zhang Qian, he simply had them come work at the arcade.

No matter what they did, at least on his turf they wouldn't be bullied.

"Hey, sis, why don't you call me 'brother'?" At that moment, a young man waiting in line said cheekily to Zhang Limei.

Zhao Fusheng frowned and looked at the guy—flared pants, a flowery shirt, a tattoo on his arm—the typical thug look.

Hearing the guy's teasing, Zhang Limei blushed but still said politely: "Would you like to get a recharge card? We have a membership promotion now: recharge fifty yuan and get ten free, plus a free membership card."

"Heh, call me 'brother' and I'll do it," the guy said with a grin.

Before he could finish, Zhao Fusheng cut in coldly: "Get out!"

"Huh?"

The flowery-shirt guy was taken aback, then his face darkened. He turned to Zhao Fusheng: "What the fuck did you say?"

Zhao Fusheng's gaze was dark, his face like a layer of frost. He looked at the flowery-shirt guy and said, word by word: "I said, get out!"

"Ha, you little shit, looks like you're tired of living." The flowery-shirt guy glared at Zhao Fusheng with murderous eyes, and his two companions started to surround him.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand as if shooing a fly and said: "Dislocate his arm and throw him out."

The next moment, the flowery-shirt guy felt as if he had flown up!