The perfect future of rebirth

Ma Huateng, although Zhao Fusheng didn't know who he was, but through occasional anecdotes, he could probably tell that this person was definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp.

The reason why he values ​​himself so much now is, to a greater extent, because he is an outsider who can help him without affecting him.

Once in the game, the relationship between the two people is likely to change.

Zhao Fusheng doesn't like to hand over his fate to others, he prefers the feeling of being in charge of his own affairs.

Now that Zhao Fusheng had already expressed his opinion, Ma Huateng would naturally not say anything more, and personally sent Zhao Fusheng back to the hotel, and this matter was considered to be over.

As for the future research and development direction of the company, Zhao Fusheng has already pointed it out. After researching by Ma Huateng and others, they also think this is a good suggestion, and quickly notify the technical staff below to start research in this direction.

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In the following time, accompanied by Ma Huateng, Dong Chenxi visited Fujixun Company, and then left with Zhao Fusheng.

It's not a big deal in itself, it's just to show your identity, staying here is nothing to do.

But for Zhao Fusheng, who now claims to be a businessman, doing nothing is the hardest thing to accept.

"Businessmen don't have holidays. As long as they are businessmen with goals, they can't take vacations. Usually they can't wait to work 24 hours a day. The existence of holidays is superfluous for businessmen."

Zhao Fusheng looked at Dong Chenxi, and heard the roar of the plane. The two of them were sitting on the flight to the capital at this moment.

Dong Chenxi rolled her eyes: "I don't think what you said is quite right."

With a haha ​​smile, Zhao Fusheng looked calm: "You don't understand. Doing business is similar to stock trading. Stockholders want to open the market every day, and don't want to rest every day, because that way they can trade stocks every day and make money every day."

Dong Chenxi looked at him speechlessly: "Don't forget that the stock market sometimes falls."

"Yes, there are still times when you lose money in business." Zhao Fusheng said indifferently: "But don't forget, when there is a loss, there will be a time to make money. When the stock falls, there will naturally be a time to rise."

After a pause, he blinked his eyes: "Of course, China's stock market cannot be judged by normal logic. Chinese investors are actually just leeks."

Dong Chenxi opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found that she had no reason at all, because what Zhao Fusheng said seemed to be right.

There are some things that can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words, that is, to Dong Chenxi, if it were someone else, Zhao Fusheng might not say these things.

The two returned to the capital, got off the plane, and went back to their respective residences.

Zhang Qian sent Zhao Fusheng home, then went back to the opposite door, Zhao Fusheng walked in with a tired face.

"came back?"

Fan Baobao happened to be at home, raised his head and looked at Zhao Fusheng: "So fast?"

When she was filming an advertisement before, she received a call from Zhao Fusheng, saying that she was going out to do some errands. She thought it would take a long time, but she didn't expect Zhao Fusheng to come back in less than a week, which was a bit surprising.

"There's nothing important, I'll be back after finishing it." Zhao Fusheng replied with a smile, and then glanced at Fan Baobao: "Why are you at home?"

He was also a little surprised, Fan Baobao seemed to have received a lot of advertisements recently, in Zheng Yao's words, this girl is like a small model worker.

"you guess."

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, the model worker Baobao blinked his big eyes and showed a mischievous smile.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, looking at her, she seemed to be very happy, and it was clearly a posture that you are coming to praise me, after thinking about it, Zhao Fusheng said: "Could it be that the result of the human arts exam has come out?"

There was no way, after much deliberation, this was the only thing that was most likely.

"Huh..." Fan Baobao was quite surprised, and looked at Zhao Fusheng strangely: "How do you know? Did sister Panpan call you in advance? Or is it Lao Jiang who called?"

When she thought about it, if Zhao Fusheng could know the news, someone must have tipped him off in advance.

Shaking his head helplessly, Zhao Fusheng walked up to Fan Baobao and rubbed her head: "Fool, who would be so boring, reminding me of such things, I guessed it myself. You are so happy, it's not because you passed the exam, What else can happen? You can't be the one who won the lottery, can you?"

Fan Baobao blinked, then laughed: "You're right, but how do you know I can't win the lottery?"

"Hehe, from childhood to adulthood, what have you ever won in the lottery? Well, the laundry in the third year of junior high school doesn't count..." Zhao Fusheng complained speechlessly, and Fan Baobao was coquettish for a while.

There's no way, it's not my fault that my hands are black, it can only be said that God doesn't give me face.

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Chapter 927 It's Not That Simple

After laughing for a while, Zhao Fusheng asked Fan Baobao about Renyi.

In fact, it's not that complicated. Even if Fan Baobao is a Chinese opera graduate with good grades, and her image and temperament are relatively good, Renyi was a little surprised by her registration, but finally passed the assessment.

"I can go to work next week." Fan Baobao said happily.

Zhao Fusheng looked at her speechlessly: "Are you so happy?"

"You don't understand." The expression on Fan Baobao's face was quite smug. It was obvious that she was very happy about this matter.

"Did you call home?" Zhao Fusheng asked casually seeing that she was very happy, so he was naturally very happy too.

"Eh..." Unexpectedly, Fan Baobao, who was still complacent, suddenly got stuck.

"You won't, haven't you told them yet?"

Looking at Fan Baobao dumbfounded, Zhao Fusheng said speechlessly.

Fan Baobao blinked, picked up the phone without saying a word, and started dialing numbers.

Sighing, Zhao Fusheng was too lazy to complain about this girl. Seeing her calling there, he simply shrugged and carried his suitcase upstairs on his own.

When he went downstairs again, Fan Baobao had already finished calling, and it seemed that he had finished reporting to the elders.

"Finished telling?"

"Well, uncles, aunts, and my mother have all said it." Fan Baobao approached Zhao Fusheng with a smile, and stretched out his hand.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Fusheng looked strange.

"A gift." Miss Fan said as a matter of course: "Didn't you bring me a gift this time you went out?"

Taking a deep breath, trying to control himself not to reach out and knock the head of the girl in front of him, Zhao Fusheng felt that his self-cultivation is really great now.

"I've been to several places in the past few days, and I'm not going on a trip. What gift do I bring you!" Gritting his teeth, Zhao Fusheng said word by word: "Also, you are still here so happy, you have entered the world Yi, you can’t take commercials and plays casually like you are now, you know?”

"what?"

Fan Baobao was stunned: "I know that you can't just accept the show, but you can't accept commercials?"

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "It should be, after you go to work, you can inquire about it."