Chapter 1600: The Eldest Princess

"Chairman, you should leave first."

Hu Donghai and the others naturally saw all this and said to Zhao Fusheng.

It would be too embarrassing for the dignified chairman of Future Group to get involved in such a matter.

"Yes, please leave first."

Although Ahn Sung-ki and the others were also a bit flustered now, after all, Zhao Fusheng had only happened to be there; it would be truly inappropriate to involve him with the police.

"Yes, President Zhao, I am really grateful to you today."

He knew very well that if Zhao Fusheng hadn't acted chivalrously today, his girlfriend might have encountered something vile; not everyone was as magnanimous as the handsome Jang Dong-gun.

It was known that Jang Dong-gun's wife, Ko So-young, had an agency boss back in the day who was a notorious piece of work in the industry. The female stars under him, such as Choi Jin-sil, Jeong Da-bin, and Jang Ja-yeon, had all committed suicide, and before their deaths, rumors of being coerced into sexual favors had circulated.

Tsk tsk, it seems that handsome Jang is indeed a man with a magnanimous heart.

"It's nothing."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and waved at everyone: "I'd like to see just how capable Director Shin really is."

He didn't believe that a director of the Shin family could do anything to him through the Korean police.

Shin Ji-hyo coldly watched Zhao Fusheng and the others not far away, waiting to see the joke unfold.

"Director, I've already made the call. These people will be taken to the police station, and the reporters will be waiting for them there," the person beside him said quietly to Shin Ji-hyo.

Shin Ji-hyo nodded: "Got it."

In his view, this was the perfect arrangement.

As for that Chinese man, once in the police station, he had plenty of ways to deal with them. As for Ahn Sung-ki, Bong Joon-ho, and the others, being in the entertainment industry, having reporters expose their connection with the police would be more than they could handle.

"Let's see how you die!"

Staring viciously at the backs of Zhao Fusheng and the others, Shin Ji-hyo gritted his teeth.

As if hearing him, Zhao Fusheng turned his head and glanced at Shin Ji-hyo.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng's movement, Shin Ji-hyo suddenly sneered, raised his hand, and made a throat-slitting gesture fiercely, then looked at Zhao Fusheng with a smug expression.

Zhao Fusheng frowned at the sight; he hadn't expected this guy to be so arrogant.

"Chairman, if the police make a move, we'll protect you, and you leave first."

Hu Donghai repeated again.

He was thinking more than Zhao Fusheng; he had no hope for the police in a place like Korea. If Zhao Fusheng fell into their hands and something happened, he wouldn't be able to answer to everyone.

"Alright."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and nodded.

A wise man does not stand beneath a crumbling wall—he understood that principle.

Just then, the police officers walked over, chattering incomprehensibly. That's how the Korean police were; they usually didn't carry guns and didn't even have law enforcement authority.

"Bastards!"

Hu Donghai cursed and stepped in front of everyone.

Not far away, Shin Ji-hyo had already put on a smug expression; for him, this was undoubtedly the most satisfying outcome.

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At that moment, a group of men in black suits suddenly rushed out of the Shilla Hotel!

"What's going on?"

"Who are they?"

Everyone was stunned, including Shin Ji-hyo, all confused by this sudden development.

"Shin Ji-hyo, who gave you the nerve to touch my guest!"

Accompanied by a cold voice, a tall figure appeared behind the crowd.

The newcomer was a woman in her early thirties, dressed sharply, looking like a strong career woman.

"P-President Lee!"

Shin Ji-hyo was shocked; he never expected to have disturbed this great figure!

The eldest princess of Samsung!

Lee Boo-jin!

As the vice president of the Shilla Hotel and the eldest daughter of Samsung's chairman Lee Kun-hee, she was virtually unknown to no one in Korea.

How powerful Samsung was, every Korean knew.

If Lotte was called one of Korea's top five chaebols, then Samsung was the undisputed number one chaebol in Korea.

Moreover, Lee Kun-hee had entrusted the Shilla Hotel to Lee Boo-jin, clearly intending to leave it to her as part of his legacy.

"Shin Ji-hyo, you have quite the nerve!"

Lee Boo-jin ignored his greeting and walked slowly up to him, saying coldly.

"I..."

Shin Ji-hyo stammered, unable to utter a word, but inwardly he grew more puzzled: what was going on? Why was the eldest princess of Samsung here?

"Mr. Zhao is my guest. You may leave."

Lee Boo-jin had no intention of wasting more words with him and said flatly.

Given her status as Samsung's eldest daughter, deigning to say so much to Shin Ji-hyo was already a great courtesy.

"President Lee, I, I didn't know, I really didn't know!"

Shin Ji-hyo was completely dumbfounded.

If you weren't Korean, you wouldn't understand Samsung's position in Korea.

It was said that Korea was Samsung's Korea, which showed how important Samsung was to the country.

"Get lost!"

Lee Boo-jin said.

Shin Ji-hyo immediately turned and left, his people hurriedly following.

Are you kidding? This was Samsung's eldest princess; they'd have to be crazy to oppose Lee Boo-jin alongside Shin Ji-hyo.

As for the police, Samsung's security had already driven them away.

Ahn Sung-ki and the others looked at each other in astonishment; none of them had expected that this matter would ultimately bring out the great bodhisattva Lee Boo-jin.

"W-what's going on?"

Staring dumbfounded at everything, Bong Joon-ho and Ahn Sung-ki exchanged glances, both filled with confusion.

They truly hadn't anticipated things developing to this point.

"Everyone, please excuse us for a moment. I'd like to have a private word with President Zhao, if that's alright?"

Lee Boo-jin turned to Ahn Sung-ki and the others, speaking gently.

They looked at each other, and in the end, none dared to say anything; they all obediently left.

Zhao Fusheng had remained silent all along. He nodded to Bong Joon-ho and Jiang Wen to indicate they should leave first, then turned to Lee Boo-jin and said with a smile, "Ms. Lee Boo-jin?"

"Mr. Zhao Fusheng?"

"Pleased to meet you."

"Pleased to meet you."

"Could we speak privately?"

"Sure."

Their entire conversation was in Chinese.

It had to be said that Samsung's family education was impressive; at least according to what Zhao Fusheng knew, each of Lee Kun-hee's children mastered at least four foreign languages.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng was curious about what this Ms. Lee wanted to discuss with him.

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Led by Lee Boo-jin, Zhao Fusheng and she arrived at a meeting room.

"I'm really sorry about today, disturbing President Zhao's meal. My apologies."

After sitting down, Lee Boo-jin said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng understood her meaning; Koreans generally referred to the head of a company as 'president,' so there was nothing wrong with her saying that.

"You're too kind, Ms. Lee."

Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly: "The Shilla Hotel's hospitality has been very satisfying. Ms. Lee truly leads well."

Praise begets praise. Although he didn't understand why this Ms. Lee had suddenly appeared before him and helped him out, she had helped him after all, so he had to give her that face.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng had a fairly good impression of Lee Boo-jin. This rich girl who married her bodyguard had, in a sense, a decent reputation in Korea and even Asia, at least better than the rest of her family.

"It's our honor to receive President Zhao's praise."

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Lee Boo-jin chuckled and then said, "Please don't misunderstand. I wasn't waiting here specifically for you today. I saw Mr. Song Kang-ho and Mr. Kwak Jae-yong greeting you at the entrance, so I had someone look into it and learned your identity."

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback; he hadn't expected such a hidden story.

Since it was a chance encounter, that made it rather interesting.