Chapter 1612: Meddling

"Isn't it boring?"

Zhao Fusheng sat in the lounge and asked Park Sun-young.

Park Sun-young was startled: "What?"

"I mean, events like this film festival, aren't they less meaningful than being at the company?" Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Park Sun-young.

From what he knew, this Miss Park Sun-young could be called a professional manager, and even by Liang Jingyu's side, she was extremely trusted, yet she ended up following him around all day, doing meaningless things in Korea.

Simply put, it was a bit of a waste of talent.

"Chairman, I don't think that way."

Park Sun-young quickly shook her head.

Korea and China are different; hierarchical relationships are very important in their eyes. If a subordinate goes against their superior's wishes, it's a huge problem.

Speaking of which, this is quite interesting.

In Korea, they particularly value relationships based on hometown, school, and graduation year. If you encounter someone from the same hometown or same school in the workplace, no matter the age difference, you can quickly establish a connection.

This is no joke, especially in government departments, where such things are even more common.

In the film industry, such things are also common.

So in Park Sun-young's view, Zhao Fusheng's words were clearly blaming her.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly, waved his hand, and said nothing more.

"Chairman, the materials on Lee Boo-jin and Samsung are ready. Would you like to take a look?" Park Sun-young asked Zhao Fusheng respectfully.

Although she knew Zhao Fusheng was here to relax, as his assistant, she still had to fulfill her duties conscientiously.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "Alright, go get them."

Park Sun-young had just received a text message before telling him this.

Watching Park Sun-young leave, Zhao Fusheng sat in the lounge, bored, and began looking at the posters hanging in the room.

"Hmm, there's even a girl group performance."

Zhao Fusheng's gaze suddenly fell on a poster in the corner, which had photos of several girls.

They looked somewhat familiar; he frowned, as if he had seen them somewhere before.

Thinking carefully, it seemed like a Korean variety show he had watched in his previous life? Or a photo?

He couldn't remember clearly, after all, too much time had passed.

Park Sun-young had been gone for a long time, delayed by something unknown, and hadn't returned for quite a while. Zhao Fusheng was too bored sitting on the sofa. After thinking for a moment, he called Hu Donghai in and said to him, "I heard there's a performance up front?"

"Seems like it, not sure."

Hu Donghai shook his head. He didn't understand Korean, so naturally he didn't know if there was a performance there, but the only thing he could confirm was that music seemed to be coming from that direction.

"Come on, let's go check out the excitement."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Hu Donghai.

"Uh, aren't we waiting for Miss Park?"

Hu Donghai asked in surprise.

He had originally thought Zhao Fusheng would wait here for Park Sun-young.

"Leave someone here to wait for her. We'll go check it out quietly." Zhao Fusheng laughed.

"Alright."

Hu Donghai nodded helplessly. Since Zhao Fusheng said so, he couldn't say anything more. Overall, it wasn't a big problem. After all, this was a film festival; those present were either celebrities or fans. With them around, there was no need to worry about safety issues.

Leading a few people toward the backstage, Zhao Fusheng observed his surroundings with interest along the way. To be honest, this was his first time in the backstage of such a film festival.

Celebrities coming and going, and staff bustling about—Zhao Fusheng was thoroughly entertained.

"Old Hu, do you think these people ever take a break all year round?"

Zhao Fusheng asked Hu Donghai as he watched.

Hu Donghai shook his head helplessly: "Boss, Chairman, do you think there's any difference between us and them?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

Hu Donghai's words were not wrong. Whether it was Hu Donghai or himself, compared to these entertainment industry artists, there really wasn't much difference, because everyone was busy making a living.

"You guy, I didn't expect you to have such thoughts." Zhao Fusheng shrugged, somewhat surprised.

Hu Donghai didn't say anything; he wasn't really stupid, just not very talkative usually.

"Hmm?"

Passing by a corridor, just as Zhao Fusheng was about to enter, he saw a secluded spot not far away where several girls were standing, and in front of them were three men.

"Shibal!"

What caught Zhao Fusheng's attention was the curse word coming from the men.

The girls looked to be only in their teens, while the men were clearly over twenty.

"Go see what's going on." Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Hu Donghai.

"You're not going to meddle again, are you?"

Hu Donghai took a casual glance and asked.

With his life experience, even just a glance gave him a rough idea of what was happening.

It was nothing more than bullying; in the Korean entertainment industry, this wasn't news.

Or rather, all of Korea was like this. Not just the entertainment industry, but also workplaces and schools, there was serious bullying, severe enough to cause terrible psychological shadows on the victims, making them unforgettable for life.

Some even developed mental illnesses, unable to forget even years later, ultimately choosing suicide to end their lives.

But even so, Hu Donghai wouldn't act rashly.

The reason was simple: he was Zhao Fusheng's bodyguard, and Zhao Fusheng was his employer. His first thought was Zhao Fusheng's safety.

"It's fine, let's go take a look."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and walked over first.

He also noticed that many people around saw the situation, but no one intervened, obviously used to it.

But for Zhao Fusheng, watching several pretty girls standing there being bullied and scolded was hard to accept.

Call it chauvinism or seeking fame, Zhao Fusheng liked to meddle in such matters.

"Does anyone understand English or Chinese?"

Standing in front of the group, Zhao Fusheng asked in Chinese, then repeated in English.

The group looked at each other, no one spoke.

After thinking, Zhao Fusheng repeated his question to the onlookers.

"Uh, hello, I'm Chinese."

At that moment, a young man holding a mask walked over from not far away.