Chapter 0578 New Employee

For Zhao Fusheng, though reluctant, he ultimately couldn't stay with his grandfather forever. He was still young and had more things to do.

But before leaving, Zhao Fusheng had made up his mind to spend as much time as possible with the old man in the future.

When Zhao Fusheng found Tan Kaixuan, Tan Kaixuan was sleeping in his dormitory. The night before, he had spent another night at the bar, hitting it off well with a beautiful woman. After the hangover, they had an indescribably wonderful story. He had just returned to the dorm at noon, ready for a nap, but was dragged out of bed by Zhao Fusheng.

"Damn it, what do you want?"

Tan Kaixuan was initially dissatisfied, but upon hearing Zhao Fusheng's first words, he immediately perked up.

"Do you have another idea?" Tan Kaixuan asked, eyes wide.

If he had to choose between becoming a tycoon in the catering industry and starting a business with Zhao Fusheng, Tan Kaixuan would unhesitatingly choose the latter.

Are you kidding? The former meant hard work on his own, while the latter meant riding the waves with his brother. For Tan Kaixuan, the appeal was as great as that of a beautiful woman.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly: "When will you ever learn to be steady?"

"With you around, why should I be steady?" Tan Kaixuan said nonchalantly.

Zhao Fusheng was speechless, then recalled a passage he had read: between the ages of twenty and thirty, a person's character basically sets. Wasting money or time is not as terrible as taking the wrong path or learning from the wrong person, because different levels of life lead to different understandings of life.

For someone like Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan, at their age, with assets already over a million, as long as they didn't go astray, even being a bit flamboyant was no problem.

"Alright, I'll leave you to it then." Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "By the way, think about how to mobilize our idle funds as soon as possible."

After that, he dialed Qian Dongliu's number and gave the same instructions.

Qian Dongliu was easier to deal with than Tan Kaixuan, after all, the relationship was different—the way one talks to a friend differs from talking to a subordinate. After receiving Zhao Fusheng's instructions, he immediately agreed and told the finance department to start tallying the surplus from the past few months.

"But what are you planning to do?" Tan Kaixuan asked curiously after Zhao Fusheng finished his call.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, revealing a mysterious expression: "What do you think about us opening an internet café?"

"What?"

Tan Kaixuan was dumbfounded, staring at Zhao Fusheng: "You want me to open an internet café?"

"Yeah, from now on you'll be the biggest chain internet café boss in Ninghai. Cool, isn't it?" Zhao Fusheng joked.

"Cool my ass!" Tan Kaixuan said irritably: "I'd rather open a few KFCs."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Don't underestimate the profits of internet cafés. Let me tell you, internet cafés are going to be incredibly popular in the future."

He was telling the truth. Others might not know, but he knew all too well. Although the term 'internet café' now made parents shudder, and many considered going to one a waste of time, as times progressed, people would gradually realize that the internet entering our lives was an irreversible trend.

In the game of life, you either play others or get played. Business is the same: either you make money from others, or others make money from you.

"Alright, if you think it's feasible, let's give it a try." Tan Kaixuan said with a grin.

Though he was usually carefree, he wasn't stupid. Zhao Fusheng was a shrewd guy; if he saw potential in it, it was worth a shot.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and said no more.

After a moment, he said to Tan Kaixuan: "Old Tan, when you have time, go back to Shanghai and visit your parents. Although striving hard when young is a good thing, don't forget to stop and enjoy the scenery sometimes. Some things, once missed, become regrets."

Tan Kaixuan nodded, finding it very reasonable. Though he often joked insincerely with fair-weather friends in nightclubs, he knew that Zhao Fusheng was the brother who always looked out for him.

Days passed as Zhao Fusheng busily prepared for his new project. His schedule became tight; he studied business management diligently every day. He wouldn't claim to have wasted not a single minute, but he could honestly say he hadn't wasted his youth.

Even while riding the bus, Zhao Fusheng would be engrossed in an economics book, occasionally looking up at the hurried passersby outside the window. Now a man of some means, he would sometimes daydream, imagining whether a random passerby A was a wage earner, passerby B had an uncertain future, or passerby D might win five million tomorrow.

Only when he arrived at Wanda Mall did Zhao Fusheng feel a sense of belonging matching his identity as a reborn man. After all, this was his own venture, the result of changing the future. Then, many ambitions arose. For him, the seed of ambition had taken root the moment he was reborn, gradually sprouting over time, nourished and fattened by the dye vat of society. Either it would stand out and be destroyed by this world, or it would thrive and eventually become a towering tree.

What the outcome would be, Zhao Fusheng didn't know, nor did he want to know. He couldn't stop now; the only thing he could do was to push forward with all his might.

A man shaped and polished by hard times is like jade but not jade—he has the smoothness of rainflower stone, the depth of mutton-fat jade, but also the coldness of a blade. No matter when, they know what they want.

"What are you doing here?"

Standing at the entrance of the arcade, Zhao Fusheng looked at the girl in front of him in surprise and blurted out: "You, you're called Yang..."

"Yang Panpan."

The girl blushed slightly, looking at Zhao Fusheng a bit shyly: "Um, hello."

"Ah, hello, hello." Zhao Fusheng laughed, then stopped feeling awkward and asked curiously: "What are you doing here?"

"I work here as a waitress." Yang Panpan, though still a bit flushed, had calmed down.

"Working?" Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then smiled: "Not bad, this place suits you."

This girl was skilled in martial arts; two or three ordinary men might not be her match. Working here was fine. But what intrigued Zhao Fusheng was how she found this job.

Looking around the arcade, Zhao Fusheng felt that there was one person who could definitely give him the answer.