Chapter 0969 The Longest Road Is Actually a Routine

The person Zhao Fusheng was looking for was Wang Zhonglei.

As a native of the capital, the Wang brothers, though not considered top-tier players in the capital's social scene, indeed had many connections. In Zhao Fusheng's view, since he wanted to buy a siheyuan, they might be able to help.

After sending the text message, a few minutes later, Zhao Fusheng's phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly and pressed the answer button.

"Fusheng, are you looking for me?" Wang Zhonglei's voice came through, tinged with surprise.

To be honest, regarding Zhao Fusheng, if Wang Zhonglei had previously thought of him as an up-and-comer not worth too much attention, then after more than a year and several incidents, in Wang Zhonglei's heart, Zhao Fusheng had become someone like his own brother Wang Zhongjun, whom he had to treat with caution no matter what.

Wang Zhonglei was very smart; he knew who could be offended and who could not be provoked.

For those insiders without ability or money, Wang Zhonglei knew clearly that he didn't need to give them any face and could manipulate them as he pleased.

But for someone like Zhao Fusheng, who had both ability and money, the best approach was to become friends with them.

If it really came to being on opposite sides, Wang Zhonglei felt that with his own skills, he wouldn't even be enough for the other to deal with.

He was still young and wanted to continue smoothly in the entertainment industry.

You see, making money in the entertainment industry was easy, especially with movies, which were inherently a very convenient tool for capital operations.

Huayi wasn't listed yet, but once it was, there would be plenty of ways to make money.

Zhao Fusheng understood this too, which is why he acquired shares in Huayi, because he knew that in a few years, the ways to make money in the entertainment industry would be numerous.

In later generations, many people didn't understand that companies like Wanda or Huayi, or even those signing stars, seemed crazy, often guaranteeing box office revenues of hundreds of millions for a movie or betting performance targets of hundreds of millions, as if every film they made was 'Titanic,' sweeping global box office.

But in reality, that was just a means to control stock market capital.

Those tactics, like faking box office numbers, were simply appalling.

Using high box office to influence stock prices, engaging in bets among subsidiaries to manipulate the stock market, the big players made a killing. Whether the movie itself made money didn't matter at all, after all, stock market profits far exceeded the share of a single film.

The essence of movies had changed. Whether it was 'Fanghua' cashing in on nostalgia or Feng Xiaogang playing his so-called bets, in the end, it was just capital playing games.

In later generations, many entertainment companies went public in Hong Kong, ultimately because it was easier to harvest retail investors there, with greater volatility, unlike the mainland, which at least had a daily price limit.

Jiang Wen, whom Zhao Fusheng didn't know in his previous life, once said: The hotter the market, the more valuable the content.

Zhao Fusheng agreed deeply, but he wouldn't expose this truth because he wasn't crazy. Touching the cake of those capital tycoons might seem like pleading for the people, but in reality, anyone who dared to enter the stock market was not clean.

If not for greed and the desire to make quick money, who would give up a good life to speculate in stocks?

Since they had a greedy heart, they had to be prepared to suffer.

On this point, Zhao Fusheng would not sympathize with anyone.

Of course, that was a matter for later and had nothing to do with Zhao Fusheng now.

"I want to buy a siheyuan. Do you have any connections, President Wang?" Zhao Fusheng said directly.

"Siheyuan?"

Wang Zhonglei was taken aback, not expecting Zhao Fusheng to approach him for this reason; he had thought it was something else.

"Yes, I think the real estate market in the capital has a lot of potential in the future, especially siheyuan. If you have connections and spare cash, President Wang, you might consider investing too," Zhao Fusheng said with a slight smile, speaking truthfully.

He didn't care if Wang Zhonglei hoarded a few siheyuan like him; this thing was inherently rare and valuable. The overall environment of the real estate market was clear. If Wang Zhonglei believed him, he could make more money; if not, it would be Wang Zhonglei's loss, but it would also prove Zhao Fusheng's foresight from another angle.

Sure enough, upon hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Wang Zhonglei was stunned and hesitated for a long time without speaking.

He was a businessman, and a particularly smart one at that.

Although he didn't know whether Zhao Fusheng's words were true or false, Wang Zhonglei understood a very simple principle: when the value of a good thing is not known to most people, the cost of acquisition is lowest, and the future returns are higher.

For example, antiques are like this, stocks before favorable news is disclosed are like this, and even doing business is actually the same.

If what Zhao Fusheng said was true, then one day in the future, he might really make a profit.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Zhonglei laughed: "Fusheng, you're not joking, are you? I've heard that the state is implementing macroeconomic controls..."

Before he could finish, Zhao Fusheng directly interrupted: "President Wang, I'm just stating my personal opinion. Take it as nonsense. Help me find out if there are any suitable siheyuan available recently, okay?"

Clearly, Zhao Fusheng didn't intend to discuss this issue with Wang Zhonglei.

The implication was: believe it or not, get lost if you don't.

To be honest, if Zhao Fusheng had earnestly advised Wang Zhonglei to buy siheyuan with him, Wang Zhonglei might have been suspicious. But he did the opposite, adopting an attitude of 'I don't want to play with you,' which made Wang Zhonglei believe that Zhao Fusheng really had no intention of scheming against him.

It couldn't be helped; people are sometimes like this. Those who often scheme and enjoy playing mind games always unconsciously judge others' intentions with the greatest malice.

Like Wang Zhonglei, although most of the time his brother Wang Zhongjun was responsible for managing Huayi, he inevitably had to participate in some matters. Having seen plenty of intrigues, he had naturally picked up many bad habits.

In the first moment, the thought that came to his mind was whether Zhao Fusheng was trying to set him up, since the capital's housing prices, after a surge, were no longer low.

Coincidentally, a friend of Wang Zhonglei had recently bought a nice siheyuan, and he had heard that siheyuan in good locations had already risen to eight thousand or even ten thousand per square meter.

At this time, if he followed Zhao Fusheng's suggestion and bought a few sets, it would mean investing over ten million or even more.

Even though Wang Zhonglei had some wealth, this was still a considerable expense.

If housing prices plummeted, well...

He wouldn't even have a place to cry.

Now, Wang Zhonglei could be one hundred percent sure that Zhao Fusheng had just mentioned it casually. In fact, he really was optimistic about the future real estate market in the capital, but he didn't intend to include him. That remark was just a polite gesture.

On this point, Wang Zhonglei thought he could distinguish clearly.

There is a type of person in this world with a donkey's temper. How to explain it? Simply put, they won't move when pulled but will back up when pushed. The more you recommend something to them, the more they suspect you have ulterior motives to harm them. Conversely, if you ignore them, they'll stick to you like a piece of taffy.

Most of these people consider themselves smarter than others.

Wang Zhonglei was such a person.

So now, he was very interested in Zhao Fusheng's proposal.

"Alright, alright, I understand. I'll find someone to ask for you right away," Wang Zhonglei said with a chuckle, seemingly unbothered by Zhao Fusheng's blunt attitude.

Zhao Fusheng grunted in acknowledgment, didn't say anything more, and hung up the phone directly.

He could tell with his toes that Wang Zhonglei would definitely, while inquiring for him, also secretly consider buying a few sets himself. It couldn't be helped; the other had more spare cash than he did.

These days, it's not scary that the wealthy have money; what's scary is when they have money and also encounter opportunities to make money.