Chapter 0762: Decision

What exactly did Zhao Fusheng say in his email to Brother Ma?

Actually, the content was very simple. Zhao Fusheng merely described the future development of that penguin as he remembered it to Brother Ma, from games to features, even including the tiered membership system.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng euphemistically called it: 'according to my vision.'

Although this was an inevitable development process for Tencent in the future, coming from Zhao Fusheng's mouth at this moment, the significance was entirely different.

Anyone could understand which required more effort: feeling one's way across the river versus following a map.

Not to mention Brother Ma's shock upon seeing Zhao Fusheng's plan and immediately going to discuss it with the R&D department heads, Zhao Fusheng received a call from Fan Baobao.

'The song is good. Zhou Yun and I will sing this one,' Fan Baobao said smugly. 'I'll reward you when I get home tonight.'

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: 'Alright, alright. As long as you're satisfied.'

Having received praise from Her Majesty, Zhao Fusheng was in a fairly good mood when he hung up.

He felt that things were fine as they were. Compared to those fickle men, Zhao Fusheng had always believed that if you only sought desire in women, as long as your kidneys held out, you could easily juggle many women.

But if you were greedier, wanting not just the body but also the heart, then congratulations—the hardship you'd have to endure would, heh, be unforgettable.

You see, no matter how evenly you divided love, it would still be fifty percent. For a woman, a hundred percent love versus fifty percent love—which was more and which was less was obvious.

The result, in a woman's eyes, was that you didn't love her.

So wanting to love many women at once required too much sacrifice.

And most importantly, Zhao Fusheng truly didn't believe one could be in two minds about matters of the heart.

If someone claimed to be a Casanova capable of loving two or more women simultaneously, in Zhao Fusheng's view, that wasn't driven by the heart but by the kidneys.

People have different aspirations. Some men prefer to follow their kidneys, and some women are willing to follow such men. Even Zhao Fusheng could only silently wish them well.

As for himself, sorry, Zhao Fusheng felt his heart wasn't broad enough, his space too small to accommodate so many people.

This wasn't exactly a cleanliness obsession with relationships. From a normal person's perspective, it was merely his self-awareness about love.

He didn't know what Brother Ma decided, but when he later called back, his voice was extremely excited.

'With this plan, I believe we can go public within three years.'

Brother Ma was very excited, clearly having already studied Zhao Fusheng's plan with his team of technicians.

Zhao Fusheng was quite calm about this. After soothing him a bit, he smiled and said: 'Going public is good. If we can list domestically, I, as a shareholder, can make a tidy sum too.'

'No, I don't plan to do it domestically,' Brother Ma said directly upon hearing Zhao Fusheng's words. 'The listing I'm talking about is on the Hong Kong Stock Exchange.'

Holy shit!

Zhao Fusheng instantly lost his composure. If he remembered correctly, that penguin did end up listing in Hong Kong, with a market value eventually reaching nearly a trillion Hong Kong dollars.

So it turned out that Brother Ma, from an ordinary family, had already made up his mind.

But since the other party already had a plan, Zhao Fusheng naturally couldn't say more. He wasn't good at this sort of thing anyway; his only advantage was his prior foresight. He had offered his suggestions; how things developed from there was up to Brother Ma.

What he cared about was whether what he had shown could satisfy the other party.

To be honest, regarding shares in a company like Tencent, Zhao Fusheng felt that even one percent more was a good thing.

People often say that one success leads to many. That saying sometimes holds true. At least during this period, in Zhao Fusheng's view, everything around him seemed to be heading in a good direction.

Even the hopeless men's national football team had unexpectedly made it into the World Cup. Amid national celebration, only Zhao Fusheng knew that those idiot players would shock everyone in 2002.

After all, a team that swallowed nine goose eggs in three matches and went home without scoring a single goal was hardly something to look forward to.

As the saying goes: we may suck at playing football, but we're great at drinking, picking up women, and fighting!

Of course, Zhao Fusheng only muttered this to himself. If he said it out loud, he'd surely be criticized for being unpatriotic. It had to be said that in many people's eyes, patriotism meant shouting slogans.

Those people, when smashing Japanese cars, probably forgot that those items were citizens' private property, belonging to their own compatriots.

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Zhao Fusheng was naturally patriotic. Or rather, at his age, patriotism was no longer about shouting slogans on the streets or posting a few threads online. He considered what he could do to benefit the country's development.

'More schools need to be built,' Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself at home. He remembered the 2008 incident vividly. The phrase 'Sichuan people do not fail the nation, and the nation does not fail Sichuan' he had heard from a business partner.

Of course, that was much later. If he started building schools now, no one would suspect anything, since no one believed in prophecy.

He dared not reveal everything he knew. The only thing he could do was to do his best to save some people.

As for other matters, Zhao Fusheng could only say he would try his best.

Dong Guoxiang brought good news: several portal site contacts had reached out, saying that for every news article my123 recommended from their sites, they would give a share based on the article's click count. If my123's Alexa ranking could enter the global top fifty, the clicks they got from my123 could all be paid for.

'What is Alexa?' Zhao Fusheng asked, holding the phone, looking confused.

Clearly, he didn't understand this term.

No help for it. Although he had taught himself programming, Zhao Fusheng's computer skills were far behind those of professionals. Many technical terms seemed like gibberish to him.

Dong Guoxiang explained with a smile, and Zhao Fusheng finally understood what it was all about.

Alexa is a website that publishes global website rankings. Founded on the basis of a search engine, Alexa was created in April 1996, aiming to allow internet users to participate more in organizing internet resources while sharing virtual world resources.

Alexa collects information online every day, not only providing billions of URL links but also ranking each website. It can be said that Alexa is the website with the largest number of URLs and the most detailed ranking information.

'So, if our website can enter the Alexa top fifty, we can make more money?' Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and asked Dong Guoxiang.

Dong Guoxiang nodded: 'We're currently ranked fifty-sixth. At the current growth rate, we should enter the top fifty in about another month.'

'I see. Then reply to them that we'll talk after we enter the top fifty,' Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Guoxiang after thinking.

No matter what promises the other party made, Zhao Fusheng didn't really care. Come on, how much money could such click-sharing bring? To be blunt, portal sites nowadays were flush with cash in the internet field; they didn't care about this small change.

The reason they contacted him was probably, nine times out of ten, because they had their eyes on the traffic from the navigation page.

After all, for a portal site, having a navigation page like my123 as a traffic-driving tool would undoubtedly be significant for their traffic growth.

Thinking this, Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Guoxiang: 'Don't worry about outside matters. Keep our current situation. Remember what I said. First, make it convenient for users. Second, keep our ad pages few; remove the ones we had before.'

Dong Guoxiang didn't fully understand but nodded in agreement. After all, Zhao Fusheng was the boss; he was just an employee.