Chu Fang took a taxi to the Industry and Commerce Bureau, chatting with the driver along the way. In half an hour, the two had become buddies.

Before getting out of the car, the driver insisted on giving him a free ride, so he scanned the code and left.

Shanghai is also a warm and welcoming international metropolis.

When he arrived at the Industry and Commerce Bureau, he was met with a sea of ​​people, shoulder to shoulder. He paused, then unconsciously scratched the back of his head: "What should I do?"

He had no experience.

I had no choice but to ask the staff for the procedure, and then it became an endless cycle of queuing, filling out forms, and signing...

Chu Fang discovered a rather interesting phenomenon.

When addressing government staff, people don't use their titles or terms like "handsome man" or "beautiful woman," but rather simply "teacher."

Chu Fang's elderly father was an excellent teacher who always took pride in his profession. If he were to witness such a scene, would he feel a pang of sadness...?

Just as Chu Fang was sitting in the lounge waiting for his number to be called, he suddenly spotted a familiar face. Beside him was a middle-aged man in his thirties carrying a large stack of documents; he was probably a subordinate.

The familiar person happened to see it too, raised an eyebrow with a surprised expression, but quickly reacted and walked towards him. As the two approached, the subordinate's pupils contracted.

The general manager, who was second only to the company's leader, bowed slightly to the young man in front of him and greeted him respectfully, "Hello, General Manager Chu."

The visitor was Kang Bo, the general manager of Chu Fangna's leather goods company.

President Chu?

The subordinate hesitated for a few seconds, then suddenly remembered the name Kang Bo often mentioned in their ears: the absolute master of the company, the 100% controlling shareholder, a young rich second-generation. He immediately understood and bowed, saying, "Hello, President Chu."

Chu Fang asked, "Um... hello, hello, may I ask who you are?"

“He’s an employee hired by the company,” Kang Bo replied. “Liu Liu.”

"Oh." He nodded, ignoring his subordinate, and turned his gaze to Kang Bo, asking, "What are you doing?"

"..." Kang Bo's eyelids twitched, and a look of wanting to say something but not daring to show it appeared on his face. After thinking for a few seconds, he organized his thoughts and said, "I'm here to register a company. I sent you an email yesterday."

"Oh." Chu Fang suddenly realized why he had run into the other party. He then waved his hand and blurted out, "I didn't see it."

“... ....”

You don't have to be so honest. You could have lied to me. It wouldn't have been a waste of all the hard work I've put in... ...Kang Bo was speechless.

Chu Fang adjusted his seat, crossed his legs, and tried to sit as comfortably as possible.

After hiring Kang Bo, the general manager began handling company affairs. Kang Bo, being pragmatic, would send the procedures, methods, and challenges of handling company affairs to Chu Fang's email address.

For the first few days, he would pretend to look at them (even though he didn't really understand them), but as his relationship with Zhong Tingyue made a breakthrough, he put those emails aside.

If a man had to choose between a girlfriend and documents, every man in the world would make the same choice.

There's no way around it, men are just lustful... They love beautiful women more than power.

After that, Chu Fang completely neglected his company's affairs, only glancing at the text messages sent to him by his private lawyer. Unless something unexpected happened, he paid little attention to them.

Meeting Kangbo today was an unexpected surprise.

At this point, he looked at his two subordinates and asked, "Are you two here to register a company?"

"Hmm... ...Yes."

"Okay." After listening, Chu Fang picked up a stack of documents next to him and gestured to the two of them, "Also, help me register a studio."

The subordinate, Liu Liu, who was in his thirties, left to handle the registration procedures and processes, putting his own company last and helping the boss register the studio first.

Chu Fang and Kang Bo sat in the lounge. Chu Fang moved over to make room for Kang Bo, and after Kang Bo sat down, he asked, "Is my company opening so soon?"

"Hmm... ...it's already very slow." Kang Bo pondered for a moment, then answered honestly as always, without trying to hide the fact that the efficiency was low. He also offered a defense for himself, saying, "We spent a lot of time thinking about the company's business."

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Chu Fang waved his hand, not taking it to heart.

The company I started was quite different from Zhong Tingyue's small studio, which was completed with a few million yuan, a few people, and a few rooms. My company had an investment of over 100 million yuan, and it took several days just to purchase the office space. The processes and procedures were also very complicated.

It's normal to go slower.

"What's my company called?" he asked.

"... ..., Founder Investment Co., Ltd." Kang Bo really didn't know if this General Manager Chu had opened the emails he had sent, because the company name was clearly stated in bold on every email, and anyone with eyes could tell what the company was called.

He's the boss, he's the boss, he pays your salary... ...Kang Bo swallowed the words of complaint that were about to come out of his throat: "Because your name contains the character 'Fang,' and uprightness is my humble opinion of you, so I chose this name. Do you think it's alright?"

"You have great insight." Chu Fang stared at his subordinate and snapped his fingers. As expected of the subordinate he recruited, he was able to recognize his excellent personal qualities immediately.

Unlike Zhong Tingyue, whom I've known for months, who constantly calls herself a scoundrel, she's incredibly ignorant.

He paused, putting aside his thoughts of criticizing Zhong Tingyue, and shifted his attention to his own company, continuing, "Fangzheng Investment Co., Ltd., judging from the name, it's an investment company?"

“Yes.” Kang Bo answered calmly, then a wry smile appeared on his face. “I’m sorry, President Chu, my personal abilities are limited. I’ve searched all over the industry but haven’t found a ‘blue ocean’ to make money for the company. At present, only the investment industry meets your requirements of ‘stable returns, low profits’.”

There are no emerging industries in China now; all that exists is a 'red ocean' where numerous companies fight, struggle, and scheme against each other, all for customers and profits.

Even in the realm of live-streaming e-commerce, the competition is fierce. If you were to throw a brick from the sky onto the streets of Shanghai, nine out of ten would be people selling goods via live-streaming, and the other one would be a sales agent.

This illustrates the competitive landscape.

Of course, some industries have unlimited potential and attract massive amounts of capital, but those all have very high barriers to entry, like the globally popular chatGpt, which has countless people eagerly anticipating its success.

Artificial intelligence can do it, but it doesn't have the capability.

Kang Bo chose to give up his dreams of poetry and distant places and decided to follow Chu Fang's instructions: "stable returns, low profits." After much deliberation, it seemed that only the investment industry was a suitable option.