The perfect future of rebirth

This point, Zhao Fusheng's experience is undoubtedly the deepest.

As a time traveler, Zhao Fusheng is more aware of the changes in the Spring Festival Gala.

In the era of the mobile Internet, we can find alternatives to the Spring Festival Gala skits every moment, and it is difficult to have expectations for the Spring Festival Gala. The life of a group of people around the TV is long gone.

On New Year’s Eve, the TV is turned on at home, and the family may be playing with mobile phones, eating sunflower seeds, drinking tea, and occasionally looking up, they see the sketch actors on TV shouting “Happy Chinese New Year”.

The buzzwords that have been spread for a year are even more delicious in the Spring Festival Gala sketches. Zhao Fusheng remembers very clearly that when he heard some buzzwords in the Spring Festival Gala, he felt very embarrassed.

The Spring Festival Gala should create buzzwords, not copy them.

Under such circumstances, the Spring Festival Gala is naturally becoming more and more difficult to handle.

The decline in the quality of the program is one aspect, and more importantly, I am afraid that the audience's aesthetics have improved.

"You child, where do you talk so much!"

At this time, Dad Zhao stared, waved his hands, and said to Zhao Fusheng: "Go and coax your son!"

Zhao Fusheng was speechless.

The co-author said you couldn't do it, so you just kicked him out, right?

No way, who let him be his own father.

Zhao Fusheng had no choice but to get up and leave, picked up his precious son, turned around and went for a stroll.

Fan Baobao smiled with his mouth covered, handed his daughter to Zhao's mother, and went to accompany Zhao Fusheng.

"How did you come?"

Zhao Fusheng was a little surprised when he saw Fan Baobao passed by.

"I'm afraid you can't take care of him well."

Pointing to his precious son, Fan Baobao said with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng was helpless for a while, he thought that he was in the favor of his son, otherwise, Fan Baobao would not be able to come here.

"Is it really okay for you to do this?" Zhao Fusheng asked helplessly.

"what happened?"

Fan Baobao asked blankly.

"If you ignore me again, you will easily lose mine." Zhao Fusheng blinked.

"Hehe, will you?"

Fan Baobao lightly licked his tongue at Zhao Fusheng.

"Cough cough..."

Zhao Fusheng was shocked suddenly.

Taking a deep breath, raising his head, silently recalling the teachings of the Great God of Harmony, Zhao Fusheng resolutely confessed, handed his son to Fan Baobao, and went upstairs by himself.

Although he really wanted to be happy, the problem was that the law did not allow it!

This is probably the most frustrating thing for all men. They have all the skills, but they have no use for them.

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The Spring Festival is not celebrated here in Italy, or, in the eyes of foreigners, the festival certainly does not include the Spring Festival.

So when Zhao Fusheng went out by boat the next day, he came to the shore and found that everything here was as usual.

Only when you pass by the Chinese gathering area, you will feel the atmosphere of the East from things like Spring Festival couplets.

"Happy Spring Festival."

"happy New Year."

When the Chinese see their compatriots, they will say Happy New Year.

Zhao Fusheng finally understood what it means to be very happy to see compatriots in foreign countries, because when you hear those accents, the feeling is definitely different.

Surrounded by foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes, I occasionally saw an oriental face, who was from China just like myself.

The taste is hard to describe in words.

"Chairman, let's go to the office."

Helplessly interrupting Zhao Fusheng's thoughts, the bodyguard beside him said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Got it, got it."

Future Group has an office in Italy. After all, there are many international brands here, especially cities like Milan and Rome, which are well-known all over the world.

What Zhao Fusheng has to do today is to represent the company to condolences to the employees who are still on duty during the festival.

Originally, he didn't plan to go, but Zheng Yao found this job for him after a phone call.

In Zheng Yao's words, you are a dignified chairman, you don't go so close, and we fly across half the world, is there something wrong with your brain?

Although Zhao Fusheng wanted to refute this, Zheng Yao didn't give him a chance at all, so he hung up the phone directly.

Zhao Fusheng had no choice but to accept this task.

Gritting his teeth, he comforted himself, no matter what, this is his company, and he is working for him, so it's only natural to express condolences.

Europe is such a small place that you can travel from one country to another by driving for a few hours.

To exaggerate a little more, you can go to several places.

Zhao Fusheng and others drove the car and arrived in Milan very quickly.

After expressing condolences to the members of the office who were still sticking to their posts during the Spring Festival, Zhao Fusheng left after leaving a few red envelopes.

"Chairman, shall we go back directly?"

The bodyguard beside him asked Zhao Fusheng.

"if not?"

Zhao Fusheng was a little baffled. He glanced at the other party and didn't understand what he meant by that.