Chapter 0727 Persuasion

Yu Feihong being persuaded by Zhao Fusheng meant that Jiang Wen would have to rely on himself this time, without getting a single cent of support from Phoenix Entertainment.

And perhaps because he heard Zhao Fusheng's words relayed by Yu Feihong, Jiang Wen, for reasons unknown this time, did not immediately start writing the script but instead continued to travel and gather inspiration.

Zhao Fusheng heard this from Zhou Yun; he didn't inquire too much into the specifics.

Morning sunlight streamed onto the bed. Zhao Fusheng opened his eyes; Fan Baobao had already gone to class. The Central Academy of Drama had strict rules—though students weren't required to live on campus, attendance in professional courses was taken very seriously. Zhao Fusheng secretly thought it was simply because there were too few students.

Simple: a class had only about thirty people. The professor could tell with closed eyes who was there and who wasn't. Trying to skip class?

Dream on!

Some say, 'Only the ox gets tired, never the field plowed.' That saying holds some truth. At least, after a night of indulgence, Fan Baobao went to class refreshed, while Zhao Fusheng slept heavily until the sun was high.

After changing clothes and going out for breakfast, on a whim, Zhao Fusheng decided to stroll along the street. The weather was nice; early spring was perfect for a walk.

Cars streamed endlessly on the road, people hurried along, too busy to notice a bystander on the sidewalk.

Zhao Fusheng knew that among these people, many struggled just to ensure food and clothing. Most worked hard all year without extra money or the willingness to spend on travel and relaxation. People were like trapped beasts bound by invisible chains, spending a lifetime striving for things like houses, cars, or that meager monthly salary...

In truth, some things really aren't worth pursuing for half a lifetime.

Zhao Fusheng was well aware that compared to those people, he was undoubtedly lucky. He would no longer live an ordinary, mediocre life like in his previous life, nor worry about waking up one day to owe bank mortgages and credit card debts.

But lately, he seemed to have slackened a bit.

It's said that a gentle and beautiful woman's embrace is a hero's grave. Zhao Fusheng didn't consider himself a hero, but the comfort Fan Baobao created had indeed dulled much of his ambition.

Walking on the street, Zhao Fusheng began to ponder the matters he needed to handle.

First, there was no worry about the Tencent shares. Although Ma Huateng was still trying to sell Tencent to Zhang Ruimin of Haier in 2004, by then the company was worth several hundred million dollars. With himself involved, Zhao Fusheng was confident it would go public.

Similarly, with Shanda, since Chen Tianqiao had acquired that game company, barring accidents, by autumn, 'The Legend of Mir 2' would begin internal testing, and next year Shanda would give him a big surprise.

Second, for Future Advertising, Zhao Fusheng had left everything to Zheng Yao. According to her plan, she intended to expand the company's scale and enter the film and television production circle. The advertising market was limited; even becoming the top in the country could only yield so much profit, so it was better to try new revenue streams. Zhao Fusheng had no objections—he had said that since Future Advertising was handed to Zheng Yao, he would support whatever decisions she made.

Third, for Ninghai's Huihui Technology Company, including the KFC outlet, Zhao Fusheng decided to leave it to Tan Kaixuan. In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng felt Tan Kaixuan had more business talent than himself. Now with the opportunity, Zhao Fusheng really wanted to see how far this guy could go without playing the financial game.

Fourth, there was the issue of the navigation website. Many similar sites had appeared. Zhao Fusheng's my123, initially promoted with the help of QVOD, had now successfully captured most of the market. According to feedback from Dong Guoxiang, my123 was the largest navigation website in China. Zhao Fusheng looked forward to the day when a certain search engine company would negotiate with him directly.

As for the arcade, Zhao Fusheng didn't count it at all—it was his reserved land for the welfare home. The funds for expanding the welfare home would come from there.

As for Phoenix Film Company, Zhao Fusheng didn't take it too seriously either. It was essentially a hobby project; maybe one day Jiang Wen, Ye Jing, and the others would tire of it and they'd go their separate ways.

Although his liquid assets were nearly zero now, Zhao Fusheng knew he only needed to wait—wait for time to ferment, wait for the major internet events to unfold one by one, and then he could reap the harvest.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng wasn't confident about how much money he could make in the future, so he generally chose a steady, long-term investment approach.

He wasn't a big shot anyway. Zhao Fusheng felt that as long as money was earned cleanly, there was no reason to give it up.

Of course, there was also the issue with his father.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng took out his phone and dialed his father's number.

'Dad, how did your talk with Ma Qianli go?' Zhao Fusheng asked directly. There was no need to beat around the bush with his own father.

Zhao's father chuckled: 'You kid, you're already in Beijing, why bother with so much?'

'I can't help it. If I don't, I'm afraid you'll stir up more trouble.' Zhao Fusheng showed no deference to his father.

But the next moment, he understood the meaning of that old saying.

Baiting your dad is risky; being reckless requires caution.

Ten words, yet they spoke the truth of life.

What truth?

That parents can be unreasonable when they want to be. Especially when a son, as he grows older, reads more, gains more insight—particularly someone like Zhao Fusheng, who was lectured by his parents as a child and now has the chance to help them solve problems, often leaving them speechless. Zhao Fusheng even enjoyed the feeling of helping his parents with difficulties, after all these years finally being able to assist his father.

Ahem, but he forgot that at such moments, there was always a magical line: 'Take this, Old Sun's staff!'

'What, without you, this butcher Zhang, your father can't eat pork with hair on it, huh?' His father was clearly displeased with Zhao Fusheng's words and shot back directly.

Zhao Fusheng smiled bitterly, realizing that his father wasn't one to indulge his son. Talking to him like that was just asking for trouble.

'Dad, I didn't mean that. I'm just worried about you,' Zhao Fusheng quickly backed down.

'Don't bother yourself unnecessarily. Rest assured, I've already settled things with Ma Qianli,' Zhao's father said slowly. 'We're cooperating through a share swap to jointly establish a real estate development company.'

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief. He had indeed underestimated his father; he never expected him to cooperate with Ma Qianli in this way.