Chapter 0795: The Way of Getting Along

Paying respects to the departed is a painful thing, because it means reminiscing, and recalling sad memories is never a happy affair.

Due to limited conditions, the old man's grave was chosen modestly, located at the deepest part of the cemetery. Lush trees stood beside the tombstone, looking like guards stationed there. The tombstone was very low and inconspicuous. According to Zhang Qian, he originally wanted to buy a better one, but the old man had instructed before his death not to spend too much money on him, saying that Zhao Fusheng's money was hard-earned and should be kept for the welfare home.

"Old man, I've come to see you."

Zhao Fusheng didn't let Zhang Qian follow; he came alone to the old man's grave, carrying a bottle of Erguotou—the old man's favorite drink, which he rarely had because he couldn't afford it.

"I know you won't blame me for coming late." Zhao Fusheng sighed, sitting cross-legged directly on the ground in front of the old man's grave.

"When my company goes public and I have money, I'll erect a new tombstone for you. For now, old man, make do with this... You see, the new site for the welfare home has been chosen, and we just need to build the house, but you had to leave. What will that fool Zhang Qian do? He's not cut out for running the welfare home... I'm busy making money, so I have to entrust the welfare home to my subordinates..."

"Speaking of which, you might not believe it, but the stocks of my two companies will be very valuable in the future. Then the children at the welfare home can wear new clothes whenever they want..."

"Old man, actually, I have a secret..."

Zhao Fusheng sat there, rambling on, talking to the old man.

From a distance, Zhang Qian stood guard nearby. He couldn't hear what Zhao Fusheng and his grandfather were saying, but he knew they must have a lot to talk about.

In fact, he knew that although Zhao Fusheng and the old man had only met a few times, they had long been kindred spirits. Or rather, they were both good people, willing to shoulder responsibilities.

"I might have to leave again. They say Ninghai is too small a place, and I think so too. I plan to go to Beijing for a while and see if there are better opportunities there. You know..." Zhao Fusheng rambled on about a lot, even mentioning his movie-making.

Sometimes he was truly lonely—that feeling of waking up with a heart full of things but no one to confide in was, frankly, not pleasant.

Today was a good opportunity, so he chatted with the old man a bit longer.

Time passed quickly. Seeing dark clouds gathering in the sky, Zhao Fusheng looked up, then stood: "Alright, that's enough for today. I'll tell you more next time. I'm leaving now. Rest well..."

Seeing Zhao Fusheng approach, Zhang Qian quickly went over: "Fusheng, heading back?"

"Yeah, heading back."

Zhao Fusheng nodded, and the two got into the company car.

That's right, it was the car Tan Kaixuan bought, now requisitioned by Zhao Fusheng.

Zhang Qian drove, and Zhao Fusheng sat in the back. After a moment, Zhao Fusheng suddenly said, "Zhang Qian, how about coming to Beijing with me?"

"Huh?"

Zhang Qian was startled, then nodded: "Sure, just call me when you leave."

In his view, he should be working by Zhao Fusheng's side, not staying in Ninghai, guarding the Glory Arcade and the welfare home.

Perhaps the only thing sadder than sadness is false hope. Zhang Qian felt he was lucky—at least, although his grandfather had finally passed away, he left with a smile.

As for the rest, let Zhao Fusheng worry about it.

Zhang Qian believed that what he needed to do was stand in front of Zhao Fusheng, shielding him from all open and covert attacks. Anyone who wanted to harm Zhao Fusheng would first have to step over his dead body.

This might sound ridiculous, especially in this era, but to Zhang Qian, it was not ridiculous at all, because he truly thought so. To him, the welfare home was everything, and Zhao Fusheng, who had shouldered the welfare home, was worth protecting with all he had.

Unbeknownst to Zhao Fusheng, he had already gained someone willing to sacrifice his life for him. Sitting in the car, he was thinking about other things.

As the car passed through the streets, time peeled off in slices, the mottled world uniform and monotonous. Zhao Fusheng looked out the window; the kindly light fell on the tail of a city. In a flash, certain shadows flickered in his heart. At that moment, what he felt was the silent response after the life of all things had been drawn away.

At school, Zheng Yao had helped smooth things over. Since he was already a senior, nearing graduation, as long as he could find a job, the school usually wouldn't make things too difficult.

According to the college, as long as Zhao Fusheng remembered to come back for the graduation ceremony and pick up his diploma, that would be fine.

As for home, after Zhao Fusheng took away the my123 navigation website, Tan Kaixuan had already started sorting out the remaining businesses. Zhao Fusheng had no opinion on this; in his view, he'd let Tan Kaixuan tinker with things here, while he himself would be a hands-off boss, simply being a shareholder.

The reason was simple: from start to finish, he regarded Tan Kaixuan as his brother, not his subordinate.

Initially, Zhao Fusheng chose to drag Tan Kaixuan into doing business with him because he was worried that the guy would repeat the mistakes of his previous life—jumping into the stock market and eventually becoming someone's white glove.

Later, when Tan Kaixuan set his mind on the catering industry, Zhao Fusheng thought, since he liked it, let him do it. Friends, after all, if not now, when would they support him?

Now, Zhao Fusheng hoped even more that Tan Kaixuan could carve his own path, because if he stayed, he would only ever be Zhao Fusheng's collaborator, not the dominant Tan Kaixuan.

They were the same age. If Tan Kaixuan always followed behind him, he would live in Zhao Fusheng's shadow for life.

Zhao Fusheng had no comment on the act of forcibly keeping a brother by one's side. He preferred to cherish the hard-won brotherhood of equals.

As a book Zhao Fusheng had read once said: "In life, friendships should last to the end; do not part ways midway due to ups and downs."

Everyone has their own thoughts. Even with his foresight, Zhao Fusheng couldn't guarantee that if he kept dragging Tan Kaixuan along, Tan Kaixuan wouldn't have other ideas.

Perhaps only children don't care what's for dinner, because they can't express their opinions.

As an adult, sometimes what you give may not be what the other person wants.

So if friends want to last, the most important thing is never to decide things for others with the mindset of 'I'm doing this for your own good.' Otherwise, in the end, not only will you lose the friendship, but you might even become enemies.