The perfect future of rebirth

Zhao Fusheng smiled and pointed to the laptop in front of him: "I'm hesitating whether to do it or not."

"About the company?"

Fan Baobao was a little surprised, but still asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Yes. Dong Guoxiang's proposal is very interesting, but the risk is not small."

This is the truth. The social networking site project looks like it has a bright future, but Zhao Fusheng knows very well that the fierce competition in this project is comparable to a big wave washing sand.

Hundreds of websites may end up with one out of ten, or even less.

The most important thing is that you can't guarantee that the website you invest in will definitely stand in the end.

Even if Zhao Fusheng is a reborn person, he has no such assurance.

The reason is simple, because China's Internet market has too many uncertainties.

Although for everyone in the Internet industry, the Huaxia market is very attractive, after all, even if only one tenth of a population of more than one billion becomes an Internet user, it will be a huge market that makes people drool.

But the problem is that there are too many variables in this market.

Even an administrative order can change the fate of a website.

In this case, Zhao Fusheng really can't guarantee that if he lets Future Group get involved in this industry, he will definitely be able to succeed.

It is said that the older you are, the less courageous you are. This sentence is quite reasonable.

At least, once upon a time, Zhao Fusheng, who had nothing, would definitely not have such hesitation.

Because for him at that time, failure was just a noun, and if he failed, he would start all over again.

But now, Zhao Fusheng is very clear that he needs to be cautious when making any decisions.

"There is no risk in doing business."

After hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Fan Baobao smiled and said casually.

In her opinion, doing business is like buying a lottery ticket. Although there may be some differences in reason, the results are actually similar.

It's all a matter of choice.

If you choose the right one, you will naturally earn a lot of money. If you choose the wrong one, you will have to bear the consequences.

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Chapter 349 Meeting

I'm afraid even Zhao Fusheng didn't expect that Fan Baobao's views on certain things were deeper than his own.

"If you want me to say, you should just do angel investment just like you did in the United States before."

Seeing that Zhao Fusheng was still hesitating, Fan Baobao thought about it, and said to Zhao Fusheng: "Put the money out, let fate go, cast the net widely, if you catch a big fish like Facebook, you will make a profit."

Hearing this sentence, Zhao Fusheng's eyes lit up, and he suddenly realized that what Fan Baobao said might not be a solution to the problem.

If you do this yourself, maybe you can really have a surprise.

Isn't that how Sun Zhengyi rose to prominence back then?

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao: "What you said makes sense, but the programmers below have created a small game, which is very interesting. Do you think we should run it?"

"game?"

Fan Baobao was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, she was not very interested in this aspect, since she was a child, she was not a person who likes to play games.

People are like this, they basically choose to ignore things that they are not interested in.

The same is true for Fan Baobao, she really has no interest in the topics Zhao Fusheng talked about.

But since his lover asked himself, Fan Baobao thought for a while and said, "It's up to you, I don't understand this, but I think, since it's a game, someone must play it, right?"

Zhao Fusheng laughed. What she said was actually the problem of the number of users.

Any game, whether it is a stand-alone game or an online game, in the final analysis must involve a problem of the number of users.

For example, if a game has millions of players who go online every day, then this game can survive for at least ten years.

The reason is simple, because of the existence of these users, the game has the vitality to continue for a long time, and operators can at least see the hope of making profits.

But on the other hand, if a game has no users, it may disappear after a few months.

"This game can be regarded as a browser game."

Zhao Fusheng said with a smile: "We can promote it in the online games represented by the company."

"How many people?"

Fan Baobao asked casually.

Just as Zhao Fusheng opened his mouth to answer, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have made a mistake.

Why should I always be obsessed with online game development?But ignore the money-making existence of web games?

"I understand."

Zhao Fusheng laughed, picked up the phone, and dialed Dong Guoxiang directly.

"what happened?"

Dong Guoxiang obviously didn't sleep, and asked Zhao Fusheng strangely.

"If you do this, contact Fujixun Technology and ask them if they are interested in cooperating to promote this software." Zhao Fusheng said to Dong Guoxiang: "The programmer under you, tell him that this page game, if If he cooperates with Fujixun, he will take [-]% of the profits, and the company and Fujixun Technology will each get [-]%. Moreover, if someone else develops a new software program in the future, we will follow the same analogy."

Dong Guoxiang didn't expect Zhao Fusheng to make such a decision at all, he was a little surprised: "This..."

Obviously, he didn't quite understand Zhao Fusheng's decision.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "You can contact them like this."

He didn't explain too much, because Zhao Fusheng knew very well that this kind of thing needs Dong Guoxiang to experience it himself, and what he said too clearly made him think too much.

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After hanging up the phone, Zhao Fusheng's mood improved a lot. He took Fan Baobao to talk again, and then went to sleep.

The next morning, at just eight o'clock, Zhao Fusheng was called up by his mother.