Chapter 1599: The Arrogant Tycoon

Stepping into the private room, what greeted Zhao Fusheng's eyes was a rather speechless scene.

There weren't many people inside, only seven or eight—three men, and the rest women.

Zhao Fusheng didn't know who Song Yun'er was. Unfortunately, Korean female celebrities all looked pretty much the same—you couldn't tell them apart, as the saying went.

But luckily, there was Sol Kyung-gu. The actor, nicknamed 'Sol Ten Million,' was particularly agitated the moment he entered the room. One of the women, who was being held and forced to drink, struggled to her feet upon seeing Sol and rushed toward them.

'Oppa...'

Zhao Fusheng only understood those two words; he couldn't make out what the woman said next.

At times like this, one had to admit the benefits of knowing a foreign language. At least for someone like Zhao Fusheng, he had no idea what people were saying.

Sol Kyung-gu tightly embraced his girlfriend. It was clear that Song Yun'er had been forced to drink quite a bit—her cheeks were flushed.

Before Zhao Fusheng could speak, the men in the room stood up. One of them pointed at Sol Kyung-gu and the others and started rattling off a long string of words.

Sol Kyung-gu said something, his face turning red. Clearly, he was very angry.

Then Ahn Sung-ki and Bong Joon-ho each said a few words, obviously pleading or something similar.

But it was evident that the middle-aged man had no intention of letting things go easily, even though he was facing two of the biggest names in the Korean film industry.

Such was the confidence of a chaebol!

In this little patch of Korea, whether politicians or celebrities, they were all nothing but puppets with no power to resist before the chaebols. If they wanted to mess with them, it took no effort at all.

'What are they saying?'

Zhao Fusheng watched with interest as Sol Kyung-gu and the others negotiated with the other party, whispering to Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen rolled his eyes. 'I'm not a translator. How the hell would I know what they're talking about?'

Then he said to Zhao Fusheng, 'By the way, where's your translator assistant?'

'I didn't bring her to this kind of occasion today.'

Zhao Fusheng certainly wouldn't say that Park Sun-young was busy overseeing the land sale.

"Alright."

Jiang Wen shook his head and said.

His translator was still over at the banquet hall. For now, unless the two of them waited for the other to speak English, they simply couldn't understand a word each other was saying.

But Zhao Fusheng hoped he wouldn't have to step in himself. After all, going up against a chaebol wasn't exactly pleasant. In fact, if he hadn't weighed the situation and realized this could help expand his influence in the Korean film industry, Zhao Fusheng really wouldn't have wanted to meddle in such matters.

It wasn't like he knew the person anyway. If she had to accompany them for drinks, so be it—none of his damn business!

Saying that might sound cold-blooded, but that's truly how Zhao Fusheng felt inside.

Though they were talking among themselves, the negotiation actually didn't take much time—just a few sentences. Ahn Sung-ki and Bong Joon-ho's faces turned grim, while Sol Kyung-gu's expression grew somewhat ferocious.

As for Miss Song Yun-ah, her face flushed even redder, and her eyes were filled with terror.

There was no help for it—the content of their discussion was simply too horrifying!

"Mr. Ahn Sung-ki, if you don't mind my asking, if there's nothing else, I plan to leave."

Zhao Fusheng looked helplessly at Ahn Sung-ki and said slowly.

Though he didn't know what they were talking about, being ignored like this wasn't pleasant. Since he wasn't needed, he really intended to go.

"I'm sorry, but you can't leave!"

Just as Zhao Fusheng finished that sentence in English, a young man who had been sitting there all along, watching the middle-aged man and Ahn Sung-ki's group converse, suddenly stood up and said in English.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback and frowned: "Who are you?"

"You don't know me?"

The young man was equally surprised, then smiled: "Korean?"

"Chinese."

"Hello."

The Chinese was a bit stiff, but it caught Zhao Fusheng off guard.

Exchanging a glance with Jiang Wen, Zhao Fusheng smiled and looked at the other: "I'm Zhao Fusheng. Are you Shin Ji-hyo?"

"So you're the real boss of Hanxing Investment they've been talking about?"

Obviously, just now An Shengji and the others had brought up Zhao Fusheng, hoping to make Xin Zhixiao back down.

"Sort of."

Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly: "Director Xin, I wonder if you could do me a favor and let Miss Song Yun'er go."

Xin Zhixiao frowned: "You know Song Yun'er?"

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "To be honest, before today, I only knew her name. As for her personally, this is the first time I've seen her."

As he spoke, he smiled: "Not bad, she's quite pretty."

That was the truth. Song Yun'er wasn't a traditional beauty. Although Zhao Fusheng didn't think she was ugly, he couldn't say he liked her.

Men, when they see a woman, their first reaction is always to judge.

Of course, appreciation is one thing; if she's not your woman, there's no need to say much.

Hearing this, Xin Zhixiao gave Zhao Fusheng a knowing smile: "Is that so?"

Obviously, he didn't believe Zhao Fusheng.

After all, as a spoiled rich kid, in Xin Zhixiao's view, if this wealthy man from China wasn't after Song Yun'er's looks, why would he stick his neck out?

"Miss Song has a boyfriend, Director Xin. It's better not to steal someone else's love."

Zhao Fusheng said flatly.

But when he said this, the smile that had been on his face earlier was gone.

To be honest, confronting a third-generation rich kid like this felt rather tedious, as if it lowered his own status.

After all, he was a first-generation entrepreneur who had built his business from scratch.

"Are you... lecturing me?"

Xin Zhixiao narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at Zhao Fusheng.

To be honest, he wasn't that afraid of this wealthy man from China. Even though all four of his bodyguards had been taken down, he knew that in South Korea, no one could do anything to him, a scion of the Lotte Xin family.

"Lecture?"

Zhao Fusheng chuckled and shook his head: "Everyone has their own parents. I have no intention of overstepping my bounds."

Then he looked calmly at Xin Zhixiao: "Director Xin, I'm taking her with me. If you're unhappy, we can talk another day."

"You!"

Xin Zhixiao flew into a rage.

He had never encountered anyone so arrogant and overbearing, someone who treated him as if he were nothing. It was insane!

Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered to waste more words. If it were Xin Dongbin or Xin Dongzhu here, he might show some respect. But a third-generation member of the Xin family, not even Shin Kyuk-ho's direct grandson—why should he give face?

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As Zhao Fusheng turned around, An Shengji, Bong Joon-ho, and the others naturally turned to leave as well. Xue Jingqiu helped Song Yun'er and followed behind them.

Hu Donghai and a few others walked at the rear, staying on guard.

Watching their backs, Xin Zhixiao's face turned extremely gloomy.

"Director..."

The people around Xin Zhixiao also looked grim. For them, they had never suffered such a loss. A bunch of actors dared to ignore them—it was a rebellion!

"Enough! Let's go!"

Xin Zhixiao said coldly: "Get me some people. I don't believe they'd dare do anything!"

He was truly furious. Xin Zhixiao had grown up in luxury, studied abroad, and after returning to South Korea, started at the bottom of Lotte, rising smoothly to his current position.

One could say Xin Zhixiao was a true child of fortune. But at this moment, he had been ignored, which was no different from a slap in the face. So, no matter what, he had to get back his lost face.

The Xin family's influence was beyond many people's imagination. Just as Zhao Fusheng and the others reached the entrance of the Shilla Hotel, they were stopped.

And what stopped them were several police cars.

"No way, it's this big?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned at the police cars approaching in the distance.

To be honest, whether it was An Shengji and the others' status as celebrities or his own status as a foreigner, getting involved in a lawsuit was not good news.

Looking back at Xin Zhixiao in the distance, Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath. It seemed leaving wouldn't be so easy.