Chapter 0583 Division of Labor

Zhao Fusheng had never thought that Tan Kaixuan would be inferior to him. After all, only he himself knew best how terrifying that guy's commercial talent was.

But Zhao Fusheng always believed that Tan Kaixuan should not become a discarded knife in someone's hands, as he had in his previous life.

The work of a front man carried too much risk; it wasn't suitable for him.

So Zhao Fusheng would rather continue working with Tan Kaixuan in the real economy. At least that way, the risk wasn't so high.

Even if they ended up losing money, they wouldn't be too upset.

Behind the glamour, there would inevitably be hidden pain and difficulty. That was inevitable. Just like every family has its own troubles, but we still have to get on with life.

From a certain perspective, Tan Kaixuan didn't know Zhao Fusheng's intentions, but he could see that Zhao Fusheng preferred the real economy over finance.

Otherwise, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't have been so decisive in pulling out before the stock market bubble burst.

As for the reason, in Tan Kaixuan's view, it was probably because Zhao Fusheng thought the financial market was too risky.

He didn't know that Zhao Fusheng was actually driven by an instinctive fear of fate. It wasn't that his moral standards were high; it was fear, the purest reverence.

After all, Zhao Fusheng hadn't been a fearless, evil desperado in his previous life. Having finally gotten a chance to start over, he showed no arrogance, no indulgence, only calm and cautious trepidation.

Perhaps 'calm' and 'trepidation' shouldn't appear in the same person, but Zhao Fusheng knew well that the greatest wealth his previous life had given him was not foresight, but the ability to calmly accept and ponder anything. But as his fate changed and he gained more and more, he couldn't take it all for granted. The more this was the case, the more cautious and careful he became along the way.

With such an attitude, how could he let Tan Kaixuan return to his old trade?

Zhao Fusheng was the kind of person who, even with seven or eight figures in his account, still maintained a strong desire and reverence for money. There was no helping it; the more one had been poor, the more one valued money.

As for those who constantly proclaimed that wealth and rank were like floating clouds to them, if you offered them five hundred thousand, they might scoff. But what about five million, fifty million, five hundred million, or even more?

Some things couldn't be examined too closely, because if you looked too deeply, it would make everyone lose face.

As the saying goes, see through but don't expose, and you can still be friends.

"How about this: you take care of choosing the location, and I'll handle the connections on all fronts. What do you think?" Tan Kaixuan said to Zhao Fusheng.

When he said this, the two were sitting in the school cafeteria having breakfast.

The food in the university cafeteria wasn't as exaggerated as in novels or movies. It was still edible, and the taste was passable. After all, it was mass-produced; you couldn't expect the chef to create flavors like a five-star restaurant.

"Alright. I can sort out the site selection in about a week, including the interior decoration and everything. No problem," Zhao Fusheng said.

After all, he came from an advertising background; such a small matter couldn't stump him.

"Making connections and finding consultants is no problem either. I guarantee I'll have everything sorted out from top to bottom within half a month. If I can't, I'll eat shit on the spot!" Tan Kaixuan declared with a resolute expression of determination.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at him, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth. He blinked and said, "No cheating people out of food and drink!"

Holy shit!

Tan Kaixuan was completely dumbfounded.

But Zhao Fusheng just smiled and walked out of the cafeteria in a cheerful mood.

Every one of us once had a bright and passionate side, had dreams, and was filled with fervent hope to change this boring world.

Even if later we see too much of reality, even if many people leave us, many things become impure, many dreams fall one by one, and many things are beyond our power, none of these are reasons to give up.

The game of life truly ends only at the moment of death; before that, we all still have a chance to change our lives.

From his own perspective, Zhao Fusheng had always been very clear about himself. He was never a great figure, nor could he change the fate of the nation or its people. An ordinary, utterly down-and-out advertising man, he couldn't be the lever to move the earth; not everyone has Archimedes' kind of ability.

Of course, to be more precise, Zhao Fusheng wasn't that kind of person either.

He was like a sailor in the rolling river of history, standing a bit higher, able to see the reefs and whirlpools ahead, reaching out within his power to change something with his meager strength.

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It must be said that the biggest difference between young people and middle-aged people lies in their enthusiasm for doing things.

By middle age, most people lose their desire for success and become more inclined to seek stability. Even when an opportunity arises, many middle-aged people's first reaction is to think about retreat before considering advancement.

Steadiness is certainly a virtue, but the problem is that if you don't even dare to think about success when doing something, instead focusing on what to do if you fail—if you succeed, you claim it's because of your caution and careful planning, and if you fail, you say that your thorough consideration was correct, otherwise things would be even worse.

That was how Zhao Fusheng was in his previous life.

That's also how most people are.

That's just the way life is.

Now, Zhao Fusheng has the chance to change all of this, so he naturally cherishes every opportunity he gets.

Taking the bus to the vicinity of the department store, Zhao Fusheng looked around. As the economic center of Ninghai, there was bound to be an internet cafe here. What he was considering now was the exact location.

Hmm, it seems the museum will be demolished in a few years.

Walking around, Zhao Fusheng approached the museum, looked at the surrounding buildings, and tilted his head in thought.

As a reborn person, whenever he comes to a familiar place, he unconsciously compares his future memories with the present. Some things he can recall, some he can't remember clearly. But Zhao Fusheng is one hundred percent certain that the museum and the city government building in front of him now will both be relocated to the western outskirts of Ninghai in ten years.

So that means all businesses opened here will face demolition?

With a flicker of his eyes, Zhao Fusheng felt that if he didn't make this money, he would be letting the government down.