Chapter 0669: Having a Baby?

Only when the efficiency of capital and the efficiency of labor are combined can real economic results be achieved. Excessive efficiency of capital will inevitably harm the real economy, generate speculation and bubbles, and ultimately result in investors earning virtual currency while the grassroots lead a displaced life.

This falls within the realm of economics. Simply put, sometimes high numbers on reports do not necessarily mean that people's living standards have improved.

The most obvious example is probably twenty years later, when people keep shouting about prosperity, but in reality, money becomes increasingly hard to earn, the common people's lives become more difficult, and even manuscript fees are subject to personal income tax.

After handling Wang Zhen's matters, Zhao Fusheng took gifts and went to Sun Qingfeng's house near Hongqi Middle School. Regardless, since he wasn't going to intern, he still had to maintain the necessary connections.

He didn't want to be criticized for anything.

Sun Qingfeng and his wife happily accepted Zhao Fusheng's gifts. At that time, teaching was a hard and poorly paid job with low wages and poor benefits. Occasionally, someone willing to give them gifts was a rare good thing.

Regarding Zhao Fusheng's internship, Sun Qingfeng patted his chest and guaranteed that there would be no problem, and that he would help make the internship report look perfect.

As for Wang Xiaorong, they didn't exchange many words, but from the conversation, Zhao Fusheng learned that Li Bo had been transferred away, and Wang Xiaorong had become the grade group leader.

As for what connections were used, Zhao Fusheng didn't know and didn't intend to find out.

Everyone has their own path to walk. How they choose is their own business. He had helped her once, and the rest was up to her.

The negotiations between his father and the municipal party committee and government had already begun. In his father's words, just as Zhao Fusheng had predicted, the city's intention was that as long as Wanda Construction was willing to take on this hot potato, everything else could be discussed.

Zhao Fusheng was very satisfied with this. It proved that his judgment of the government departments during this period was not wrong. These people would do anything for political achievements.

As long as someone could bring them political achievements, they would dare to do anything, not just sell land, but even sell the city government.

Next, Zhao Fusheng helplessly found that he had become idle again.

With nothing to do, he watched TV, watched the news, and played with Fan Beibei, who had just returned. Zhao Fusheng felt that he couldn't continue wasting time like this.

"Mom, there are things at the company, so I need to go back to Beijing."

One day, Zhao Fusheng said to his mother.

Zhao's mother was startled, then asked in surprise: "Didn't you say the branch in Beijing has already been set up?"

During this time, the mother and son had talked a lot about Future Advertising. In fact, Zhao's mother had even specifically looked up information. After all, since her son told her that he still owned a portion of Future Advertising's shares, she had come to regard it as their own business.

In fact, it was indeed their own business.

"General planning is left to the subordinates. If there's a big project, I have to do it myself," Zhao Fusheng shook his head and explained to his mother.

"Alright, alright, Mom understands." His mother nodded. "You're an adult now. You know what to do and what not to do. It's fine for you to go there. With you taking care of Baobao, we can rest assured."

Zhao Fusheng smiled. His mother being so understanding suddenly made him a bit unaccustomed.

"By the way, you should also discuss with Baobao. If not, why don't you two have a child first? You don't have to take care of it; I'll take care of it. How about that?" Zhao's mother suddenly said.

"Pfft!"

Zhao Fusheng was originally drinking water, but he spat out a mouthful and stared at his mother in shock: "Mom, please don't joke, okay?"

"Your mother makes sense. You're still young and at the prime of your careers. We elders can all understand that. But no matter what, you should still have a child. Why not take care of it when Baobao graduates from college? Have a child first, and then you can do your own things."

At that moment, Li Yuan suddenly interjected.

In that instant, Zhao Fusheng felt darkness before his eyes, as if struck by lightning.

Deliberate, absolutely deliberate!

Zhao Fusheng was a hundred percent sure that both his mother and Li Yuan had definitely planned this in advance, which was why they brought it up to him today.

Otherwise, how could they suddenly bring up the topic of having a child out of nowhere?

Seeing the two elders staring at him, Zhao Fusheng blinked and had a brainwave: "Mom, Auntie, this isn't as easy as you think. Baobao is a public figure now, and she has a contract with her agency. There's no way she can take a year off work."

At this point, he could only shift all the responsibility onto the agency.

"Is that so?"

Zhao's mother and Li Yuan looked at each other, exchanging glances. Clearly, they didn't quite believe Zhao Fusheng's words and thought he was making excuses.

"Really, why would I lie to you? Baobao and I have discussed marriage before. According to the agency, at the very least, we need to wait until Baobao has a stable fan base and her popularity is steady." Zhao Fusheng quickly explained.

"I see. Then let's wait for now." Zhao's mother and Li Yuan exchanged a look and said disappointedly.

Obviously, for them, this was not the result they wanted.

Zhao Fusheng let out a long breath, feeling as if he had narrowly escaped disaster.

Blinking his eyes, he thought it would be best to just go and coax the child.

He picked up Fan Beibei and returned to her little room, accompanying the little girl as she looked at comic books. It had to be said, the comics in this world were truly hard to look at—all about Little Horse Crossing the River and Wolf Grandma and the like. Not only did Zhao Fusheng dislike them, even Fan Beibei wasn't interested; after a while, she started yawning.

"Brother, I want to sleep," the little girl said, wrapping her arms around Zhao Fusheng's neck.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly. "Sleep, sleep. I'll stay with you."

"I want to hear a story," the little girl said.

"Hmm..." Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment, then blinked and said, "Then I'll tell you the story of Snow White."

"Great, great!" the little girl clapped her hands and laughed.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng had no idea whether in this parallel world there were two great masters named Andersen and Grimm, but he figured even if there were, it didn't matter—he wasn't publishing it, just coaxing a child to sleep.

So he simply began telling Fan Beibei the story of Snow White.

"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl named Snow White..." Zhao Fusheng narrated softly, quickly lulling the little girl to sleep.

Walking out of the bedroom, he was about to speak when his phone rang. Glancing at the number, Zhao Fusheng frowned.