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"This, two or three billion US dollars, it should be there."

Wang Zhonglei thought for a while and said: "Outside media have calculated that subsidiaries such as Future Advertising, Future Technology, and even Future Security are actually not worth much, a few hundred million. The real value is his subordinate Future Investment and Han Xing Investment. Two companies. The latter has a deep foundation in South Korea, at least worth more than 30 billion U.S. dollars. The former, just holding shares in Ali, Samsung and CJ, is worth more than 200 billion U.S. dollars."

"Yes."

Wang Zhongjun nodded: "That's not counting Facebook, huh, Facebook is said to be a major shareholder back then, and now even if the shares have been diluted a lot, at least it is more than 100%. Now Facebook's valuation, It has exceeded [-] billion U.S. dollars. This is still not listed!"

"so much?"

Wang Zhonglei gasped, and looked at Wang Zhongjun in surprise.

He also didn't expect that if Zhao Fusheng's wealth was calculated in this way, it might even be more than he imagined.

"Yes."

Wang Zhongjun nodded: "The level of people is different from ours. Although I don't want to admit it, this is the truth."

Wang Zhonglei was silent.

In business, the simplest measure is the amount of wealth.

Multi-millionaires cannot enter the circle of billionaires.

In the circle of tens of billionaires, billionaires also have no way to integrate into it.

People's casual business is defined by all your net worth, how to chat?

"So, you're going to listen to him?"

Wang Zhonglei thought for a while and asked Wang Zhongjun.

"Ah."

Wang Zhongjun nodded: "You and I both know that the company's current development status can only be described as mediocre. Maybe it is very good compared with other companies, but it is still far behind compared with Future Film and Television. In this case, I think it may be As Zhao Fusheng said, if we focus on the production of film and television dramas, we may have surprises."

"Haha, I think it's okay." Wang Zhonglei smiled: "Let's see, who can share more of this big cake!"

Just when the Wang family brothers made up their minds to develop the film and television industry with all their strength, Zhao Fusheng didn't care about those messy things at all, but was coaxing the children.

Of course, not a son, but a daughter.

There's no way, now the whole family is busy with Fan Baobao and Zhao Feng, Zhao Xue and Fan Beibei have become nobody's kids.

Naturally, it fell on Zhao Fusheng's head.

In Li Yuan's words, who made him do nothing now.

Although Zhao Fusheng really wanted to say that he could actually help, but after thinking about it, forget it.

It is better to let the two mothers take care of Fan Baobao.

At least they have experience.

"Beibei, can you play with toys with Xiaoxue?" Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Beibei while holding a Transformers toy.

Fan Beibei looked at him helplessly and gave him a supercilious look.

"Brother, I'm already in elementary school, so I don't play with this kind of toys anymore."

"what……"

so awkward!

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng felt that he was really ashamed.

In his memory, Fan Beibei was still the child he was holding, but in fact, this girl had already grown up.

"Let me play with her."

Seeing Zhao Fusheng's at a loss, Fan Beibei couldn't help but smiled, and said to Zhao Fusheng: "You are at the side."

"Oh."

Zhao Fusheng nodded awkwardly, watching Fan Beibei skillfully coaxing Zhao Xue to play.

Aunt and niece.

This combination is actually quite harmonious.

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Chapter 5 Nursing

It is said that people are in good spirits on happy occasions, and Zhao Fusheng is like this now.

There is a son and a daughter, looking at Fan Baobao lying on the bed, Zhao Fusheng feels that his life has been completed.

"What do you think?"

Fan Baobao turned his head to the side, looked at Zhao Fusheng, and asked with a smile.

"Nothing, thank you."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Fan Baobao: "Get well soon, let's go home."

"Ok, I know."

Fan Baobao nodded.

The two were still talking, Zhao Ma and Li Yuan had already returned, and Zhao Fusheng left the room.

With Liu Yiming here, naturally there is no need to worry about these little things. Fan Baobao lives in the best single room in the entire hospital.

There is a ward inside, a living room outside, and a refrigerator and air conditioner.

Simply put, this is a serious family home.

When he came to the door, Zhao Fusheng looked at Liu Yiming, who was guarding the door, and said with a smile, "Thanks for your hard work."

"Look what you said."

Liu Yiming smiled foolishly: "Why am I working so hard? By the way, I don't think it's appropriate for the old man and the two old ladies to stay up late. Ms. Yu can't do it alone. Let my sister come over too."

Fan Baobao needs someone to accompany him at night, Zhao Ma and Li Yuan are old, so it is naturally inappropriate.

The others, Zhou Yun or Dong Chenxi, either have families and children, or are busy with company affairs, and have no time to accompany them at all.

As for the nurses, Zhao Fusheng's family never thought about it.