Chapter 0990: Sly as a Fox

Smiling on the face, cursing in the heart.

This was probably the best portrayal of the true feelings in the hearts of Zhao Fusheng and James.

Dong Chenxi sat there, watching Zhao Fusheng and James talk eloquently. They chatted about everything from the differences in weather between the capital and New York to the gossip about the best American president, Arthur, then from the grudges between the British and Americans to the impact of global warming on various countries. In short, it was just four words.

Pure bullshit!

In fact, even Dong Chenxi was quite surprised that Zhao Fusheng had such a skill.

You see, Dong Chenxi had originally thought that Zhao Fusheng was not good at business negotiations. After all, his specialty was advertising planning. Even if he had some talent in other areas, talent was something that, unless one was among the most formidable figures, most people couldn't guarantee that their so-called talent in a certain area could surpass that of professionals.

But obviously, although Zhao Fusheng's current performance was not as impressive as James's, at least he could hold his own on the scene without falling behind.

Actually, that was just her illusion.

On the surface, Zhao Fusheng chatted with James calmly, but inside, he was complaining bitterly.

James, this guy, was really a negotiation expert. He always probed Zhao Fusheng without revealing his intentions, as if trying to gauge Zhao Fusheng's true thoughts on Shengda Technology.

And to prevent James from discovering the truth, Zhao Fusheng had no choice but to ramble nonsense with him.

To be honest, at this moment, Zhao Fusheng truly felt the pressure. He managed to hold on only by relying on his decades of life experience and James's mentality of needing something from him.

"Zhao, I think we could become friends, don't you think?" After chatting for a while, James said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "Harari's 'Sapiens' has two interesting points. First, he believes that human consciousness cannot control desires; rather, human desires control consciousness. Second, he believes that agricultural civilization was not about humans domesticating wheat, but wheat domesticating humans."

He paused and smiled: "Mr. James, can you tell me what you think of these two points?"

James frowned: "I'd be glad to hear."

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and slowly said: "From a cold, detached perspective, his views have value. He reveals the essence of human self-righteousness from another angle. If humans think their consciousness can successfully control their desires, then their self-attachment is not empty, because their subjective consciousness is fully present. Similarly, humans thinking they domesticated wheat is also a manifestation of arrogance."

"Very reasonable." James was silent for a long time, then nodded, quite approving of Zhao Fusheng's point.

At the same time, he understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning.

"I think putting the cooperation issue on hold for now is the best choice, don't you?" Zhao Fusheng looked at James and said lightly.

James was silent. Although he wanted to continue talking with Zhao Fusheng, it was clear that the other party did not intend to keep the conversation going.

Since the conversation couldn't continue, it was natural to take leave. Dong Chenxi personally saw James off downstairs. Zhao Fusheng did not follow but stayed in the office.

Soon, Dong Chenxi returned. Seeing Zhao Fusheng standing by the window, she asked with a strange smile: "What, you don't like this James?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "It's not about liking or disliking. This man is very clever."

Dong Chenxi was silent. Wasn't that obvious? If he had achieved his position without real ability, he would have been pushed out long ago.

"Take it slow. Don't agree to anything in a hurry." Zhao Fusheng instructed Dong Chenxi.

Dong Chenxi nodded. She naturally knew this was not a problem that could be solved in the short term.

……

……

Recently, Zhao Fusheng had fallen into a strange cycle. He thought he could rest a few days before the new year, but all kinds of things kept coming to him.

"So, you're planning to get married?"

Zhao Fusheng looked helplessly at the guy in front of him, his face full of exasperation.

There weren't many people who could make him feel this way, and Jiang Wen happened to be one of them.

Old Jiang's expression was awkward at the moment. He nodded and lowered his voice: "Ahem, well, time is tight and the task is heavy."

"What?"

Zhao Fusheng was stunned, his expression quite interesting. He looked at Jiang Wen in surprise: "You bastard, you didn't get the cart before the horse, did you?"

That was the only reason he could think of. Otherwise, why would Jiang Wen suddenly bring up marrying Zhou Yun? Clearly, something was up.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Jiang Wen smiled bitterly but did not refute him.

He admitted it!

"You shameless bastard!"

Zhao Fusheng was silent for a moment, then glared at Jiang Wen and berated him.

Jiang Wen's expression was quite embarrassed. After all, at his age, having a child out of wedlock was nothing to be proud of. It was only in front of Zhao Fusheng that he would admit it; otherwise, he would never have said it.

"Anyway, please keep it a secret for us." Finally, Jiang Wen said to Zhao Fusheng with a troubled look.

"Don't worry, I know what to do." Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, too lazy to praise the guy.

But as a friend, he was happy for Jiang Wen and Zhou Yun. After all, they were both good people, and finding happiness was a good thing.

He just wondered if his own girl knew about this.

But based on Zhao Fusheng's understanding of the relationship between Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun, Zhou Yun should have already discussed such a big matter with Fan Baobao.

He just didn't know why she hadn't told him.

When he got home, Zhao Fusheng realized he had overthought it.

As soon as he entered, Fan Baobao came up to him with a strange look: "Honey, I have a secret. Do you want to know?"

Zhao Fusheng curled his lips, looking pained: "Oh? What secret?"

"Beg me, beg me, and I'll tell you." Fan Baobao said triumphantly.

Looking at her, Zhao Fusheng shrugged and shook his head: "I won't ask, okay?"

"Ah?"

Fan Baobao was dumbfounded. That wasn't how the script went. Shouldn't Zhao Fusheng be very curious and ask what the secret was? Why wasn't he playing by the rules?

Zhao Fusheng didn't explain. He went to the fridge, took out some fruit, and ate happily, leaving Fan Baobao standing there in a daze.

After a while, a flash of inspiration struck Fan Baobao, and she suddenly shouted at Zhao Fusheng: "Did Jiang Wen tell you!"

Zhao Fusheng burst out laughing: "I thought it would take you a while to figure that out."

Glaring at Zhao Fusheng, Fan Baobao said irritably: "I didn't expect you men to be so despicable, sharing information like this."

Shaking his head, Zhao Fusheng couldn't bear to throw Jiang Wen under the bus, so he explained: "Old Jiang didn't admit it at first; I tricked him into it."

Fan Baobao was stunned, then laughed: "How could he be so stupid?"

Waving his hand, Zhao Fusheng said: "It's not stupidity; it's that love makes you blind. It would be the same for me."

Hearing this, Fan Baobao's face suddenly turned red. She gave Zhao Fusheng a charming glare and whispered: "Who would want to have a baby with you..."

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then laughed.

But he didn't tease her too much. Fan Baobao had thin skin; saying too much would embarrass her.

"You know, looking at Zhou Yun, she seems especially happy. She said she wouldn't mind even if she never acted again and just stayed home to take care of the baby." Fan Baobao suddenly said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was a bit surprised but not shocked. In fact, in his previous life, after Zhou Yun married Jiang Wen, she wasn't a prolific actress except for appearing in his works.

So hearing this from Fan Baobao, Zhao Fusheng even felt it suited her personality.

Perhaps in some people's eyes, achieving fame and recognition worldwide is success, but in others' eyes, even the whole world is not worth a single finger of the one they love.

That might be a bit exaggerated, but Zhao Fusheng felt it was accurate to describe someone like Zhou Yun.

"That's very much like her." Zhao Fusheng said lightly.

Fan Baobao didn't say anything, lost in thought.

Clearly, in her worldview, the girl who used to hang out with her every day, going to school and rehearsals together, was now going to be a mother.

This news required time for her to adjust.

Perhaps the biggest difference between men and women lies here: men tend to accept things, while women need time.

Of course, there are exceptions, but this is generally the case.

After a long time, just when Zhao Fusheng thought Fan Baobao wouldn't bring it up again, she suddenly asked him: "Do you want children?"

What the hell?

This time it was Zhao Fusheng's turn to be dumbfounded.

If he weren't a hundred percent sure that the person beside him was Fan Baobao, he would have suspected he was dreaming.

Carefully moving a little away from Fan Baobao, he looked at her and asked: "Why did you think to ask that?"

"You're already twenty-six..." Seemingly unaware of his movement, Fan Baobao sighed: "We're not young anymore. If we wait too long to have a baby, won't it be bad for our health?"

His mouth twitched. Zhao Fusheng felt he might be seeing a fake Fan Baobao.

But he didn't dare say anything. He just sat there carefully, talking with Fan Baobao, while inwardly complaining bitterly.