Chapter 1588: Using People Without Doubt

In fact, Liang Jingyu was overthinking.

Zhao Fusheng really had no intention of scheming against the Hanjin Group.

Come on, that was a chaebol, a super giant standing at the top of a country. Facing an opponent of that level, even if Zhao Fusheng was now worth hundreds of billions of won, he dared not provoke them.

That's right, he simply dared not!

You see, any chaebol possessed not only paper wealth but also immense influence, and even the interest groups behind them—forces that were unimaginable.

Zhao Fusheng didn't think he had the ability to shake their power.

Moreover, although the current South Korean president was bent on cracking down on the chaebols, Zhao Fusheng knew well that he ultimately failed, and even lost his own life.

In capitalist countries, especially in that small patch of South Korea, being president was definitely a high-risk occupation.

"Stability is key."

Zhao Fusheng looked at Liang Jingyu and said slowly, "We're just here to make money, not to become the controllers of this country. You need to understand, once you show that intention, think about it—how would those South Korean chaebols react?"

Liang Jingyu was taken aback, then understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning.

Just as Zhao Fusheng said, it was like several tigers sharing a prey when suddenly another animal intrudes. The tigers' first reaction would surely be to drive out the intruder that didn't belong to their group.

And for these South Korean chaebols, Zhao Fusheng and his Hanxing Future Investment were undoubtedly that intruder.

They might be fighting among themselves now, but once an external enemy appeared, these guys would unite without hesitation.

At that time, even CJ Group, which currently cooperated well with Liang Jingyu, would not stand on their side.

Zhao Fusheng understood this clearly, and Liang Jingyu understood it just as well.

Because that was the nature of these Koreans; in their eyes, integrity was worthless.

In a sense, Zhao Fusheng really chickened out.

No choice, he had to. Just like how later online novels couldn't write about anything below the neck, in that small patch of South Korea, the chaebols were the bosses, and even the government had to obey obediently.

"Okay, I understand, Chairman."

Liang Jingyu nodded, taking Zhao Fusheng's words to heart.

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Zhao Fusheng's inspection of Hanxing Future Investment basically ended there.

He was the type to use people without doubt and doubt those he didn't use. Since he chose to trust Liang Jingyu, he would trust him to the end. And Zhao Fusheng also knew that Zheng Yao and Dong Chenxi had certainly not spared efforts to plant their people here—that was the way of superiors controlling subordinates. So, although Liang Jingyu now had the final say in the company, Zhao Fusheng knew that if Liang made any move, he would be informed immediately.

Since that was the case, he might as well act generously.

In a sense, Zhao Fusheng's approach was very much in line with the mindset of someone doing great things.

"Chairman, your next step…"

After finishing the company matters, Liang Jingyu looked at Zhao Fusheng and asked cautiously.

"Nothing, you don't need to worry about me."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Liang Jingyu, "I came this time mainly to look around. You go about your business, run the company as usual. If I need anything, I'll call you."

He didn't want his presence to make Liang Jingyu feel like he was dancing in chains.

To be honest, that was not a pleasant feeling.

And Zhao Fusheng understood that Liang Jingyu didn't want that either. After all, he himself had not been in Korea for a long time and wasn't very familiar with the situation here. If he gave random orders, it would be trouble.

In the workplace, the most terrifying thing is not encountering great difficulties, because difficulties can always be solved somehow, or even abandoned if truly unsolvable.

What's truly terrifying is having a superior who is an outsider, knows nothing, but loves to give blind orders—that's a disaster.

The most obvious example was the bald-headed transport commander during the war years. The reason he ultimately lost was largely because that bald-headed principal always liked to bypass levels of command and formulate all kinds of messy strategies for his generals.

During the Anti-Japanese War, several campaigns ended in defeat, and that Chiang guy was absolutely to blame.

In contrast, our Party gave generals full authority to make decisions on the spot without interfering in command, allowing the troops' initiative to be fully utilized—that was true good leadership.

Zhao Fusheng didn't want to become a stumbling block to Hanxing Future Investment's development, so he directly told Liang Jingyu that this trip was just a casual visit and he had no intention of interfering in the company's operations.

After all, it was now a self-financing subsidiary; it needed some freedom.

"Alright, Chairman. If you need anything, just let me know."

Liang Jingyu quickly said respectfully to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, and then Liang Jingyu and his people saw him out of the company gate.

"Chairman, are you really not going to handle things here anymore?"

Sitting in the car, Hu Donghai asked Zhao Fusheng curiously.

The car was arranged by Liang Jingyu, with Hu Donghai as the driver and three other bodyguards, no one else.

"No need to consider it for now."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said lightly, "I roughly know the situation here, and to be honest, there's nothing major happening in South Korea right now."

He meant it. In Zhao Fusheng's memory, real changes in South Korea would only begin after Roh Moo-hyun stepped down and the conservative representative Lee Myung-bak came to power.

You see, President Lee had worked at Hyundai Group; in other words, he was a spokesperson for the chaebols.

In China, at least the upper echelons still wanted to make the country prosperous and the people strong, but in South Korea, the top leaders were completely yes-men in front of those chaebols.

Although Zhao Fusheng despised this, he knew it was undoubtedly a good thing for him.

As long as the South Korean chaebols started grabbing wealth, his Hanxing Investment could make its move.

Of course, the prerequisite was to let those big sharks take the lead.

Sitting in the car, Zhao Fusheng's gaze looked into the distance. Although he wanted to tell the president in the Blue House, who came from a civil rights lawyer background, to stop his current policies, the two were strangers. Even if he respected the man's character, some things were not something an outsider like him could change.

Sometimes, the helplessness of being reborn lay大概 here.