Chapter 1706: Miss Lee

In fact, Zhao Fusheng wasn't really that concerned about Lee Byung-hun's flaws.

The entertainment industry is made up of celebrities, but after all, celebrities are also human beings. Especially in an industry that gathers the most outstandingly handsome men and beautiful women, it's unrealistic to expect these stars to be like ascetics, with hearts as still as water and not fooling around.

But the problem is, there are things you can do, but you can't be discovered, you can't be exposed.

It sounds ridiculous, but that's how it is.

In the entertainment industry, many people often have sides they don't show to others, but as long as they don't reveal them and the public doesn't know, they can still happily be stars.

For someone like Lee Byung-hun, who has already been exposed by the media, there are only two options.

Either retire outright, or deny everything completely.

And in South Korea, retirement is the only choice left for Lee Byung-hun.

"I hope you won't let me down."

Zhao Fusheng looked at Lee Byung-hun and said slowly.

Lee Byung-hun quickly bowed and nodded: "Don't worry, I definitely won't let you down."

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

Lee Byung-hun obediently followed Chen Zhen out of the room.

Watching his back, a cold smile curled at the corner of Zhao Fusheng's mouth.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng had no goodwill toward this Best Actor at all. It was just that he hadn't had an opportunity to enter the Korean film and television industry before, and now Lee Byung-hun had placed the opportunity right in front of him.

Would Zhao Fusheng refuse such a good thing?

Of course not.

"Chairman, this kind of person..." Chen Zhen returned to Zhao Fusheng after seeing Lee Byung-hun off. He hesitated, then lowered his voice: "This kind of person, you're just letting him off?"

Although he didn't understand Korean, Chen Zhen had heard from Song Qian and Wu Sijie about what really happened that night. Coupled with the materials Wu Sijie brought back later, his impression of Lee Byung-hun was quite poor.

"Just a good dog. Tell me, if I killed him after using him, would he cry?" Zhao Fusheng said with a faint smile.

"Huh?" Chen Zhen looked bewildered.

"Haha, just kidding, just kidding." Zhao Fusheng waved his hand and led Chen Zhen downstairs to find Fan Beibei.

But in reality?

Of course, the talk of killing was a joke, but Zhao Fusheng wasn't entirely joking either.

People are like that—they think they can understand others' intentions. The more seriously you tell them something, the more they think you might be hiding something. Just like now, Zhao Fusheng only hinted at an idea, and Lee Byung-hun thought Zhao Fusheng wanted to use him to break into the Korean entertainment and cultural market.

One action can sometimes achieve many effects.

Zhao Fusheng is that kind of person.

What happened today might seem to others like he was teaching Lee Byung-hun a lesson, but in many people's eyes, it actually had different meanings.

Lee Boo-jin might think Zhao Fusheng was gauging Samsung's strength. CJ and Lotte might think Zhao Fusheng was expressing dissatisfaction. As for Liang Jingyu, he thought Zhao Fusheng was warning him.

And Lee Byung-hun's thoughts were even more complicated.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng really didn't think that much. He just wanted to teach Lee Byung-hun a lesson because he had done something wrong.

As for what happened afterward, since things had already developed to this point, Zhao Fusheng certainly didn't mind gaining some benefits for himself.

He wasn't a saint, nor was he that magnanimous.

As for others' lives?

Hmph, what business was it of his?

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"He's gone?"

After Zhao Fusheng and Chen Zhen went downstairs, Wu Sijie asked Zhao Fusheng curiously.

"Yeah, this is South Korea after all. What else could I do to him?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said lightly: "And what time is it now? It's not like I could kill someone."

Wu Sijie chuckled and nodded, feeling that his boss was right.

"Let's eat."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "It looks like we'll have to stay in South Korea for a few more days."

Having stirred up such a big incident, he had to meet with others.

"Okay, Chairman." Wu Sijie nodded and got up to make arrangements. After all, with so many people, flight tickets and accommodation needed to be sorted out.

"By the way, prepare to stay at the Shilla Hotel."

Zhao Fusheng suddenly remembered something and instructed Wu Sijie.

"The Shilla Hotel?"

Wu Sijie was startled, a bit surprised, but still nodded: "Okay, Chairman."

He understood Zhao Fusheng's intention. After all, Samsung was a partner. Previously, he came to South Korea intending to keep a low profile, but now that things had turned out this way, he might as well follow the normal procedure.

He couldn't meet Lee Boo-jin at the Walkerhill; otherwise, even if Lee Boo-jin had a good temper, she would probably explode.

Soon, Wu Sijie arranged everything.

"Let's go to the Shilla Hotel."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Chen Zhen and the others.

But just as they were about to set off, Wu Sijie walked over with a strange expression.

"Chairman..." Wu Sijie hesitated.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.

"Ms. Lee is here." Wu Sijie said to Zhao Fusheng with a wry smile, now with people at the entrance of the Walkerhill.

"Ah?"

Zhao Fusheng was stunned. He was about to ask who Ms. Lee was, then immediately realized Wu Sijie was referring to Lee Boo-jin. He didn't expect that this Samsung princess had directly brought people to the Walkerhill's entrance. Was she here to cause trouble?

"Haha, then let's go out quickly." Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment, laughed, and said to Wu Sijie and the others.

They nodded, pulled their suitcases, and headed downstairs.

Regardless, the eldest daughter of Samsung personally coming to call was a great honor.

But on second thought, it was quite normal for something like this to happen to Zhao Fusheng.

The group arrived outside, and sure enough, Lee Boo-jin was waiting there with a large convoy.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng, Lee Boo-jin smiled and said: "Chairman Zhao, you came to South Korea but didn't stay at the Shilla Hotel. What, are you dissatisfied with my hospitality?"

Although it sounded like a reproach, discerning people could clearly feel that she was actually very happy.

Naturally, as Samsung's partner, the benefits Zhao Fusheng brought to Samsung were now visible.

In just less than three months, from the start of negotiations between Samsung and Future Group in April to now, the valuation of Twitter had increased by another billion US dollars.

That's right, Twitter was now a darling in Wall Street's eyes, with prospects comparable to Facebook.

Under these circumstances, as Twitter's largest shareholder, the Lee family of Samsung stood to gain immensely.

And as the person who initially brokered the deal, Lee Boo-jin's status within the family had greatly improved.

Don't underestimate this change; it was very important to her.

Competition exists in any family, especially in a wealthy family like the Lees. As Lee Kun-hee's children, none of Lee Boo-jin's siblings were easy to deal with.

"Sister Boo-jin, your words make me feel deeply honored and fearful."

Zhao Fusheng laughed upon hearing Lee Boo-jin's words: "I was just planning to go to the Shilla Hotel now."

"You're sensible."

Lee Boo-jin smiled, then noticed Fan Beibei: "This child is?"

"My wife's younger sister. Beibei, say hello!" Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Beibei.

"Hello, big sister." Fan Beibei said obediently.

"Hello, hello." Lee Boo-jin was very happy.

No woman dislikes being told she looks young, and Lee Boo-jin was no exception. Even as Samsung's princess, she cared about that.

Moreover, the one saying it was a little girl from China. As they say, children tell the truth. At that moment, Lee Boo-jin thought Fan Beibei was absolutely adorable.

"Come on, get in the car."

In a good mood, Lee Boo-jin invited Fan Beibei and Zhao Fusheng into her stretch limousine.

Zhao Fusheng and Fan Beibei got in, letting the little girl sit by herself, and looked at Lee Boo-jin: "Sister Boo-jin, was it necessary to put on such a big show?"

He was telling the truth. Even though he was a partner of the Lee family, Lee Boo-jin didn't have to go to such lengths.

But she did it anyway, bringing such a large convoy so ostentatiously to pick him up at the Walkerhill. If she didn't have ulterior motives, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't believe it.

"Heh, you are Samsung's partner and my friend, so of course I should receive you with great ceremony." Lee Boo-jin was unperturbed and instead smiled at Zhao Fusheng: "What, do you think it's inappropriate?"

Zhao Fusheng sighed with a smile: "It's not that, it's just not very in line with your personality."

"My personality?"

Lee Boo-jin frowned slightly and looked at Zhao Fusheng: "What kind of personality do I have?"

"Once you set a goal, you don't give up easily. Unless you're willing, it's hard for others to persuade you." Zhao Fusheng shrugged.

Lee Boo-jin was startled, then waved her hand: "It's not just me; everyone is like that. I think I have a good personality. At least, I insist on what I think is right, and if I'm wrong, I correct it. But some people, even if they know they're wrong, won't admit it or correct their mistakes."

Clearly, she was implying something.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Lee Boo-jin's face and found she looked somewhat tired, obviously having been through a lot recently.

Sighing inwardly, Zhao Fusheng knew that even though Lee Boo-jin knew he was right, she wouldn't admit it. That was just her personality—stubborn in words, soft on the outside but firm on the inside. In short, that was her character.