Chapter 1602: Lee Boo-jin's Goodwill

In a sense, Lee Boo-jin was an ambitious woman.

Or rather, born into the Lee family of Samsung, it was impossible not to be ambitious. Even if a Lee family member didn't want to get involved, they would still be attacked by those around them.

Take the youngest princess of Samsung, who committed suicide the year before last. Zhao Fusheng would never believe there wasn't someone behind the scenes pushing things along.

Of course, this wasn't his family's affair, and Zhao Fusheng didn't intend to say much. He understood the principle of not speaking deeply to those with whom one has a shallow relationship. If he said something that displeased others, he might make an unnecessary enemy.

“Chairman Zhao, if you don't mind, how about I treat you to a meal another day?”

Lee Boo-jin smiled and extended an invitation to Zhao Fusheng.

Clearly, she intended to befriend Zhao Fusheng, as such opportunities were rare.

“Sure.”

Zhao Fusheng nodded with a smile. Since he hadn't eaten his fill anyway, he might as well give Lee Boo-jin this chance.

More importantly, he had a good impression of Lee Boo-jin—she was beautiful, mature, and intellectual, without any airs, possessing a captivating charm.

Zhao Fusheng was a man, and men naturally wouldn't feel averse to such a woman.

Of course, this also had to do with Lee Boo-jin's status as Samsung's eldest princess.

If she were a female celebrity from the entertainment industry, Zhao Fusheng might not have valued her as much.

Zhao Fusheng himself didn't deny this.

Although his wife was also in the industry and he had many friends in it, relatively speaking, Zhao Fusheng didn't like female celebrities from the entertainment world.

“Alright then, see you tomorrow.”

Lee Boo-jin stood up and extended her hand to Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng was momentarily stunned, then smiled and shook her hand.

Her hand was very fair, clearly well-maintained.

“See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

After bidding farewell, Lee Boo-jin personally escorted Zhao Fusheng out of the reception room.

Outside, Zhao Fusheng's bodyguards were already waiting.

Just as Zhao Fusheng was about to leave, Lee Boo-jin thought for a moment and suddenly said, “Chairman Zhao, wait a moment.”

“Something wrong?”

Zhao Fusheng stopped and turned to look at Lee Boo-jin. Although he was a bit surprised that she had postponed the meal to tomorrow, he still didn't understand why she was calling him back. Could it be that she intended to have dinner with him today?

Wasn't this moving a bit too fast?

“This is my phone number.”

Lee Boo-jin smiled and handed him a business card with only her name and a set of numbers.

“If anything comes up, you can call me.” Lee Boo-jin looked at Zhao Fusheng and gave a charming smile.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then smiled and nodded: “Then I'll trouble you, Sister Boo-jin.”

Regardless, she was showing goodwill. If he remained aloof, it would be ungrateful.

After all, the friendship of Samsung's eldest princess wasn't something everyone could obtain. Someone like her could befriend anyone if she wished.

Watching Zhao Fusheng's retreating figure, Lee Boo-jin's expression was calm as still water, revealing nothing of what she was thinking.

“Miss, you just…” At that moment, an elderly man with graying hair appeared beside Lee Boo-jin. He was about fifty-something, dressed in a suit, looking like the most ordinary old man on the street, yet the gazes of those around him were filled with awe.

After all, he was the secretary who had served Lee Boo-jin since childhood, rumored to have once been a confidant of Samsung Chairman Lee Kun-hee.

“Uncle Kim, do you think this man is a genius?”

Lee Boo-jin looked at Zhao Fusheng's back and suddenly asked the old man beside her.

The old man was named Kim Dae-woo, a veteran of the Samsung Group and considered Lee Boo-jin's absolute confidant, so they spoke without many reservations.

“Genius?”

Kim Dae-woo shook his head: “It's hard to say, but at the very least, he started from scratch and got to where he is now, which makes him a talent. In Chinese terms, he's a rising star.”

“Rising star?” Lee Boo-jin was somewhat puzzled.

Kim Dae-woo nodded: “Yes, at his age, no one in China is more successful than him. But compared to older businessmen, he still lacks depth.”

Depth…

Lee Boo-jin said nothing more, but she felt that this didn't seem to be a standard for measuring a person's success.

After all, even Samsung had only risen over a few decades.

Not everyone was like the Rockefellers or the Rothschilds, families that had lasted for centuries.

Every global upheaval, every worldwide war, those great families were always the first to bear the brunt, resulting in severe damage to them.

Of course, unless they were like the Duke Yansheng family, who, no matter who ruled, would obediently kneel, stick their rear ends high, and let themselves be kicked.

On that point, one had to admit the Duke Yansheng family was truly shameless.

But that's a digression.

“Miss, do you think befriending him will benefit us?”

Kim Dae-woo waited until Zhao Fusheng's back disappeared from his sight before asking Lee Boo-jin.

Lee Boo-jin nodded: “Although he keeps a low profile, the wealth he possesses exceeds many people's imagination. Hanxing Investment has been a thriving enterprise in Seoul over the past two years, not to mention his two investments in the US—they were strokes of genius!”

Saying this, a glint flashed in her eyes: “I've heard that Facebook has been valued at three billion US dollars by Yahoo. He holds at least over twenty percent of the shares. Barring accidents, once Facebook goes public, his net worth will exceed ten billion US dollars!”

“Hiss!”

Even the always composed Kim Dae-woo gasped at this moment.

He really hadn't expected that!

Previously, he had only thought of Zhao as a wealthy tycoon from China, but he never imagined that this man had also invested in Facebook in the US.

As a seasoned business veteran, Kim Dae-woo naturally knew what value a company valued at three billion US dollars in its third round of financing would have once it went public.

Although Zhao Fusheng's shares would certainly be diluted by then, even if he only held a little over ten percent, that would still be an astronomical figure.

Samsung might have revenues in the hundreds of billions, but that wasn't one person's money—it belonged to the entire Samsung Group.

In other words, distributed individually, it amounted to only a few billion US dollars.

This was a fact; even by 2017, Lee Kun-hee's personal wealth was only 18.5 billion US dollars, far behind other super-rich individuals.

Despite Samsung's reputation being greater than that of many other wealthy people.

“To be honest, if my little sister hadn't passed away, I would have really wanted to introduce them…” Lee Boo-jin said somewhat sadly.

She had an extremely close relationship with Samsung's youngest princess, Lee Yoon-hyun. Although they were far apart in age, Lee Boo-jin doted on her sister to the bone. She never expected that her sister would take a desperate path over a love affair. Thinking of this, she felt sorrowful.

“Alas…” Kim Dae-woo sighed. Since it involved the Lee family's domestic affairs, as a subordinate, it was not appropriate for him to speak.

Although Lee Kun-hee's handling of this matter was indeed somewhat arbitrary, one had to admit his approach was not wrong.

Not only were their family backgrounds mismatched, but in Kim Dae-woo's view, Lee Yoon-hyun's lover was not a suitable match for her at all—he was too ambitious!

Even Miss's husband, Kim Dae-woo felt, was unworthy of being with her.

“By the way, where is President Im?”

Thinking of her little sister naturally brought her family to mind, so Lee Boo-jin casually asked Kim Dae-woo.

“Well…”

Unexpectedly, Kim Dae-woo hesitated.

“Hmm?”

Lee Boo-jin was a shrewd person. The moment Kim Dae-woo hesitated, she keenly sensed something was wrong. Her expression changed slightly, and she said in a deep voice, “He hasn't gone and…”

“Well, it might just be socializing…”

Kim Dae-woo waved his hand, dismissing the people around him, and said in a low voice.

As a secretary, he shouldn't have said such things, but he had been by Lee Boo-jin's side since she was sensible, watching her grow up. Although he had disapproved of her marrying Im Woo-jae back then, she had married for love, which was her wish.

But men, especially those who marry up, often enjoy using their wealthy wife's money while living a life of pleasure and being fickle.

Im Woo-jae was undoubtedly that kind of person.

“Forget it, don't say any more.”

Lee Boo-jin's face grew even darker. She snorted and turned to walk inside.

Clearly, her originally good mood had been completely ruined.

Zhao Fusheng naturally didn't know the conversation between Kim Dae-woo and Lee Boo-jin after he left. After leaving the reception room, he returned to the banquet hall and met up with Jiang Wen and the others.

“You're finally back!”

Seeing Zhao Fusheng appear, Jiang Wen finally breathed a sigh of relief: “I thought you'd been kidnapped by that Samsung eldest princess.”

He had learned of Lee Boo-jin's identity from those around him. Although he was surprised that the eldest daughter of the Samsung Group would voluntarily help Zhao Fusheng wrap things up and invite him for a meeting, on second thought, it wasn't strange, given that Zhao Fusheng was always full of surprises.

“Kidnap your head.”

Zhao Fusheng glared at Jiang Wen speechlessly. This guy always spoke without thinking.

Then he said to Jiang Wen, “Lee Boo-jin probably wants to cooperate with me, so she helped out.”

“Cooperate?”

Jiang Wen was momentarily stunned, then smiled: “Tsk, the cooperation between super-rich people like you is really…”

Clearly, he couldn't find the words to describe his feelings at the moment.