Chapter 0879 Each with Their Own Thoughts

Jiang Wen came up with an idea for Zhao Fusheng, taking the whole matter upon himself. Although Zhao Fusheng didn't say anything, he was grateful.

But more than that, Zhao Fusheng was well aware that his own pace had slowed down.

In other words, if his status were higher, he wouldn't have to worry about offending Ma Dajun. It was like the son of the richest man in his past life, that entertainment industry secretary who always liked to pick fights with various celebrities, yet few ever talked back.

The reason was simple: their statuses were not on the same level.

If Zhao Fusheng now had a net worth of five billion, not only could he write a script alluding to Ma Dajun, but even if he mocked him to his face, Ma Dajun wouldn't dare do anything.

The circle was that realistic. People usually paid little attention to those far below them in position and development—not necessarily out of disdain, but because they had no common ground.

But when they did intersect, one had to admit that status largely determined the balance of power in conversation.

After parting with Jiang Wen, Zhao Fusheng called Dong Chenxi to inform her of his decision. Though somewhat surprised, she agreed and said she would have someone return the script.

After all, only Bai Jie and she had read this draft, so there was no worry about leaks.

Zhao Fusheng drove home, but as soon as he entered, he saw Fan Baobao sitting on the sofa.

"Where's Yang Panpan?" Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.

Fan Baobao replied, "She had a long day and went back to sleep."

As she spoke, she glanced at Zhao Fusheng, then at the kitchen, and stood up. "Hungry?"

I'm not Meituan!

Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao helplessly. "I just left Old Jiang; I'm not hungry at all."

He said it casually, since their meeting had been mostly about business, and they hadn't eaten much.

But before he finished, his stomach let out a loud gurgle, honestly betraying his true state.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, and Fan Baobao burst out laughing.

A bit embarrassed, Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao. "Well, I didn't really eat my fill."

Then he asked her, "Are you hungry?"

Fan Baobao held up her snack. "No, I just ate my fill."

The next moment, her stomach also gurgled.

For a second, both were stunned, then they couldn't help but laugh.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, laughing as he walked toward the kitchen. "Forget it, I'll cook some noodles for you!"

You pervert!

Who wants to eat your noodles!

Fan Baobao's cheeks flushed bright red. She glared at Zhao Fusheng, about to speak, when she heard him mutter, "Hmm, I wonder if there's any dried noodles left at home."

What?

Fan Baobao was dumbfounded. She stood there for a long time without saying a word. When she finally came to, her face was even redder. She stole a glance at Zhao Fusheng and, seeing he hadn't noticed, gently patted her chest.

"Good, good," she muttered to herself, thankful she hadn't spoken, or he would have teased her for ages.

"What sauce do you want?" Zhao Fusheng's voice came from the kitchen.

"Anything, whatever you make," Fan Baobao quickly replied.

Zhao Fusheng found it odd, not knowing what had gotten into her, but he didn't dwell on it. He cooked the noodles and brought them out.

After they ate, Zhao Fusheng told Fan Baobao about the plan he and Jiang Wen had worked out. "This way, Ma Dajun won't hold a grudge against you."

Fan Baobao frowned slightly. "So, Jiang Wen is planning to leave Huayi?"

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then laughed.

To be honest, if Fan Baobao hadn't pointed it out, he wouldn't have thought of it. It seemed she was right—Jiang Wen had probably decided to leave Huayi Brothers, which was why he wasn't afraid of offending Ma Dajun.

"I don't know what Old Jiang will do, but whether he's at Huayi or not, he and I are friends," Zhao Fusheng said calmly.

Fan Baobao hummed in acknowledgment and said no more.

She had just wanted to remind him. Since he had already realized it, she wouldn't bring it up again.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was May 2002.

Zhang Qian finally finished his work at the welfare home and returned to Zhao Fusheng's side. With him around, Zhao Fusheng felt much more relaxed, no longer having to handle everything himself.

Recently, the game "Legend" had become increasingly popular. On May 1st, the number of concurrent players officially exceeded one million. Chen Tianqiao excitedly called Zhao Fusheng to say he had finalized a deal with SoftBank Asia: the latter would invest $30 million for a 20% stake in Shanda.

This news surprised Zhao Fusheng. At that valuation, Shanda Technology was now worth $150 million.

In other words, the shares Zhao Fusheng held were worth nearly 100 million yuan.

Even though he had known this day would come, when it actually arrived, his heart still raced.

"I've decided that Shanda will become a large pan-entertainment internet company, aiming to go public within three years," Chen Tianqiao said excitedly over the phone.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly. "I support your idea, Mr. Chen."

"Huh?"

Chen Tianqiao was taken aback, apparently not expecting Zhao Fusheng to agree without objection, given that he had always advised a steady approach.

As if guessing Chen Tianqiao's doubts, Zhao Fusheng said, "I told you, after Shanda goes public, I'll exit. So naturally, I hope you can get the company listed as soon as possible, so I can cash out my shares."

Shanda was different from Tencent, and Ma Huateng and Chen Tianqiao were two different kinds of people. For Zhao Fusheng, he would rather be a minority shareholder collecting dividends from Tencent than a major shareholder in Shanda.

After all, the former would at least let him keep getting dividends, while with the latter, Zhao Fusheng knew Chen Tianqiao had always wanted to push him out and dilute his equity.

It was just that Chen Tianqiao was very hypocritical and had never shown it too obviously.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Chen Tianqiao's heart stirred, and then he laughed. "Alright, I'll take your good wishes. I hope our company can go public soon."

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and said nothing more, hanging up the phone.

Some things were clear to everyone; there was no need to spell them out.