Chapter 1692: Miss Song

When Zhao Fusheng arrived in South Korea, he kept a low profile and did not notify anyone.

"Chairman, are you sure you don't want to inform President Liang?"

At the entrance of Seoul International Airport, Wu Sijie said helplessly to Zhao Fusheng, "You don't know Korean, and neither do I. We can't just follow a tour group, can we?"

"That works too."

Zhao Fusheng's eyes lit up, and he said to Wu Sijie with a smile, "Alright, contact a domestic travel agency and see if they have a translator here. We'll just charter a tour group ourselves."

"Charter a... tour group?"

Wu Sijie's mouth twitched, and he looked at his boss speechlessly, but what greeted him was Zhao Fusheng's earnest gaze.

"Fine, I understand." Wu Sijie nodded helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng laughed. "Let's go. First, find a place to stay."

"Where? If we go to the Shilla Hotel, it might easily alert Ms. Lee Boo-jin." Wu Sijie said to Zhao Fusheng.

The last time Zhao Fusheng came to South Korea, he had visited the Shilla Hotel several times. If they went there, they might be discovered.

"How about the Walkerhill Hotel?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "I don't believe Lee Boo-jin has people stationed there too."

The Walkerhill Hotel and the Shilla Hotel are competitors, the only one that can rival the Shilla.

Wu Sijie thought for a moment and nodded. "Alright, let's get in the car first."

Whether they followed a tour group or not, they definitely needed to settle in first.

There were naturally taxis at the airport. Although they had flown directly from Hong Kong, the taxi driver could still understand the English pronunciation of 'Walkerhill.'

Though it was rare to see guests taking a taxi to the Walkerhill Hotel, the driver still took them there.

Money makes the world go round. Under the攻势 of money, the group soon checked in.

Zhao Fusheng and Fan Beibei took a family room with three bedrooms and a living room: one for Zhao Fusheng, one for Fan Beibei, and one for Chen Zhenhe and another bodyguard.

The remaining six people took three other rooms, and Wu Sijie had a room to himself.

"Chairman, maybe I should stay with you."

Wu Sijie said with a wry smile, "It feels a bit odd having a room to myself."

"That way you won't be hindered from hitting on girls." Zhao Fusheng laughed and waved his hand. "It's settled. Hurry up and contact a tour guide."

"Alright."

Wu Sijie nodded and said no more.

The boss's orders were his work tasks; he had to complete the task first.

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Wu Sijie was quite efficient and soon found a translator and tour guide.

"Where did you find them?"

Zhao Fusheng asked curiously. He hadn't expected Wu Sijie to be so efficient; he had only given the order less than two hours ago, and he had already found someone.

"I went straight to the hotel manager and asked them to arrange it." Wu Sijie was honest and didn't take any credit, speaking earnestly to Zhao Fusheng.

"You're something..."

Zhao Fusheng was speechless but had to admit that Wu Sijie's move was flawless.

"Chairman, do you want to meet them?"

Wu Sijie thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. "Sure, have them come over."

He planned to stay in South Korea for a week, so finding a tour guide and translator was necessary.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't the type to be stubbornly self-reliant. Not knowing Korean meant not knowing it; thinking he could get by with English here was pure nonsense.

He wasn't that confident.

Wu Sijie nodded and went out to make a call. It seemed he had obtained the other party's contact information. When he returned, his expression was somewhat strange.

"Chairman, it seems to be a woman." Wu Sijie glanced cautiously at Zhao Fusheng and said in a low voice.

"A woman?"

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then laughed. "You didn't choose her on purpose, did you? How did you end up with a female tour guide?"

Wu Sijie looked completely innocent and quickly shook his head. "You're wronging me. I absolutely didn't mean that."

He would have to be crazy to choose that. With the boss around, he didn't want to be seen as a womanizer.

"Just kidding. I know you're not that kind of person."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand and smiled. "Call her over. Let's meet."

Soon, a youthful and beautiful girl appeared before Zhao Fusheng and Wu Sijie.

"Hmm, you are..."

Zhao Fusheng looked at the girl, feeling she looked familiar.

"Hello, I'm Song Qian, from Shandong Province, China. I'm a trainee in South Korea." The girl bowed politely.

It really was her!

Zhao Fusheng suddenly smiled.

As he recalled, this girl later debuted in South Korea and became the leader of a girl group.

"Hello."

Zhao Fusheng nodded and said to Song Qian, "You're a trainee at Mr. Lee Soo-man's company, right?"

"Uh, how do you know?" Song Qian looked confused and surprised. She hadn't expected this man to recognize her.

Although she didn't know his identity, since he could stay in a luxury suite at the Walkerhill Hotel and was generous enough to pay her 20,000 yuan for a week's work as a tour guide and translator, she naturally regarded him as a wealthy patron.

"I've seen your profile once."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and waved his hand. "If I remember correctly, you were just selected to come here not long ago, right?"

"Cough, three months ago." Song Qian nodded honestly. Clearly, this man must know some big shots in the company.

"Do you speak Korean?"

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and asked.

She had only been here three months. Could she really work as a translator?

"Well, I can handle simple conversations." Song Qian said a bit sheepishly. "If you think it's not suitable, I can leave."

"Forget it." Zhao Fusheng waved his hand. "You'll do. We're just going to look around anyway."

He was telling the truth. They were just going to wander around, and it was a chance for Song Qian to earn some extra money.

Song Qian quickly bowed. She understood that this man was helping her out of fellow countryman solidarity.

Life for trainees in South Korea was indeed hard. For someone like her, the small allowance from the company barely covered living expenses, and she often needed financial help from home. That's why she chose to work as a translator and tour guide to earn money.

Meeting a wealthy patron like Zhao Fusheng this time made her quite happy.

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "By the way, won't this affect your training at the company?"

"I took a week off..." Song Qian lowered her head, embarrassed.

"It's not that complicated."

Zhao Fusheng laughed and said to Wu Sijie, "Call Liang Jingyu and tell him we're in Seoul. Then have him inform Kim Young-min."

He had changed his mind. There was no need to hide the news of his visit to South Korea.

Sometimes, being overly low-key was meaningless.

"Alright."

Wu Sijie quickly nodded and left the room to make the call.

Although he didn't know why the chairman had suddenly changed his mind, since Zhao Fusheng had given the order, he would follow it.

Song Qian didn't know who Liang Jingyu was, but she clearly heard the name Kim Young-min—the current representative director of SM Entertainment, the real head of the company.

Yet in this guest's eyes, he seemed as insignificant as a neighborhood cat or dog, someone who could be ordered around.

Who on earth was this man?

"Don't worry."

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "I have a few friends in South Korea. You just need to take care of my little sister."

"Little sister?"

Song Qian was surprised. Zhao Fusheng then explained Fan Beibei's situation and finally said with a smile, "My sister is eleven years old and in elementary school. I brought her along to have some fun. So your task is to take care of her."

Song Qian nodded numbly, suddenly feeling that she had gone from being a tour guide to a babysitter.

"Go back to your company and pack your things."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand at Song Qian. "Come to the hotel tomorrow morning to find us."

He paused and said to Wu Sijie, who had just returned, "Reimburse her for the round-trip fare. Trainees are always broke."

This was true. South Korea's trainee system was quite unreliable. Although the artists trained were as polished as assembly-line products, the elimination rate was very high.

A large number of trainees, once eliminated, were essentially finished.

Because they had wasted their most important adolescent years in training without studying, and in South Korea, where academic credentials are crucial, being without a degree makes it almost impossible to get by.

This was no joke. South Koreans' obsession with academic credentials was utterly baffling.

Graduates from prestigious universities like Seoul National University and Yonsei University were snapped up by big companies before they even graduated, instantly changing their own and their families' fortunes.

After seeing Song Qian off, Zhao Fusheng sat on the sofa. Wu Sijie soon returned.

"Chairman, you..."

Clearly, he didn't understand why Zhao Fusheng had suddenly changed his mind.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "I originally wanted to keep a low profile, but then I thought, there's really no need."

"That's true."

Wu Sijie nodded. "President Liang also asked if he should come to see you."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand. "No need. Tell him I'm on vacation now. If anything comes up, he can contact Zheng Yao directly. No need to inform me."

He paused and smiled. "If he ruins my vacation, tell him to prepare to come back and work on planning again."

Wu Sijie burst out laughing. He was sure that if he passed this message to Liang Jingyu, that President Liang would be at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

His boss really did play by his own rules.