Chapter 1713: The Decision

Zhao Fusheng was naturally not interested in the gossip about Lee Jae-yong.

In his view, the reason such news was written was simply to satisfy the public's voyeuristic desires.

Just like those celebrities having dinner with friends late at night—a very ordinary thing—but in the eyes of the media, writing it that way would have no explosive point; no one would like to read it.

So what to do?

Male celebrity secretly meets mysterious woman!

A title like that is full of explosive points, how sensational!

Also, after filming, driving home—isn't that too boring?

If written as a certain celebrity racing a car late at night to release stress, it would definitely attract more attention.

Moreover, if a female celebrity goes out drinking at night, it must be written as a certain star drowning her sorrows late at night, suspected to be because a male co-star announced a relationship or marriage.

Anyway, it's said to be 'suspected,' so the parties involved can't pursue it, and the public enjoys reading it.

Domestic media in China are like this, and foreign media even more so.

Because the role of media in this era has gradually changed.

"These days, there's never a shortage of love; what's lacking are people who take love seriously." Zhao Fusheng was silent for a moment, then said to Liang Jingyu.

Liang Jingyu nodded in deep agreement; Zhao Fusheng's words were indeed correct.

To say that Lim Se-ryung and Lee Jae-yong had no feelings for each other was impossible—if it were a simple arranged marriage, they probably wouldn't have come this far. But clearly, feelings, when faced with reality, were finally riddled with holes and ultimately dimmed.

"Chairman, what do you think if we quietly buy up shares of Daesung Group?" Liang Jingyu asked Zhao Fusheng in a low voice.

"You want to give her a hand?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Liang Jingyu with a half-smile.

"Heh heh..."

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's question, Liang Jingyu laughed: "I just think Daesung Group hasn't reached a dead end yet; maybe there's still a turnaround."

"You rascal."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. Of course, he understood Liang Jingyu's meaning; clearly, the guy was still scheming something.

Or rather, bringing up the gossip about Lim Se-ryung and Lee Jae-yong today was not without purpose; it was clearly testing him, testing his attitude.

"Samsung and we are partners, but that doesn't mean we won't make moves in South Korea." Zhao Fusheng looked around and said slowly to Liang Jingyu: "I never said you weren't allowed to develop the company's business here."

Seeing Liang Jingyu's expression change slightly, Zhao Fusheng knew he must have understood his meaning. He smiled and said: "Under the premise of maintaining the current situation, developing and strengthening ourselves—that's my requirement for you."

Liang Jingyu nodded, indicating he understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning.

Smiling lightly, Zhao Fusheng said no more, because Lee Boo-jin had already brought a few others toward them.

"Chairman Zhao, let me introduce some friends to you..."

Lee Boo-jin greeted Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Sure, thank you, President Lee."

Their relationship was mutually beneficial. Lee Boo-jin was no fool; she regarded Zhao Fusheng as an external ally, and Zhao Fusheng naturally needed some help from her.

That's the role of networking.

"This is Liang Jingyu, representative director of Hanxing Investment, who is fully responsible for our Future Group's subsidiary in South Korea." Zhao Fusheng introduced Liang Jingyu to the others.

Liang Jingyu quickly exchanged business cards with the heads of these large companies, and Park Sun-young also came over to act as interpreter for them.

Meanwhile, Zhao Fusheng quietly walked with Lee Boo-jin to sit aside.

"You seem not to like this kind of occasion." Lee Boo-jin held a wine glass, glanced at the drink in Zhao Fusheng's hand, and asked with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, not hiding it from Lee Boo-jin, and said indifferently: "I've never liked socializing. Back home, I usually don't attend such events."

Then he smiled: "Most of the time, Zheng Yao or Dong Chenxi go in my place."

Both Zheng Yao and Dong Chenxi had faced Lee Boo-jin across the negotiating table, so she naturally remembered them well.

"Are you close?"

Lee Boo-jin asked Zhao Fusheng with some surprise.

In her imagination, Dong Chenxi and Zheng Yao were both subordinates of Zhao Fusheng. As a boss, being so close with a group of subordinates was quite unexpected.

In South Korea, the hierarchical relationship between superior and subordinate is extremely strict. Unless the two have a special bond, in the workplace, the superior is everything.

Things like making subordinates run errands or slapping them are all too common in South Korean workplaces.

Even idol stars are the same; they are often reprimanded by company executives, and even their agents occasionally scold them.

"Zheng Yao was my mentor in college, and Dong Chenxi was my college classmate." Zhao Fusheng smiled and explained to Lee Boo-jin: "We've been friends for many years."

"Friends..."

Lee Boo-jin was silent for a moment, a smile appearing at the corner of her mouth, but she said nothing more.

She found it hard to understand the feelings between Zhao Fusheng and the others, but she had to admit that although the top management of Future Group were not the most顶尖 managerial team according to the data, the highest-level people were truly loyal to Zhao Fusheng.

Looking down at his watch, Zhao Fusheng said to Lee Boo-jin: "It's getting late; I'm going back to rest."

"Ah?"

Lee Boo-jin was startled: "Won't you stay a little longer?"

"No."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "I like quiet; this kind of lively occasion really isn't for me."

Lee Boo-jin had seen Zhao Fusheng's profile before and naturally knew he wasn't lying; he was indeed always very low-key and almost never attended occasions like this.

Fortunately, no media reporters were allowed in today, and she had also instructed that no photos be taken at the door; otherwise, Zhao Fusheng probably wouldn't have shown up.

"Alright then, let me see you off."

Lee Boo-jin thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and stood up to walk toward the door.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng about to leave, Park Sun-young said something to Liang Jingyu, and the two quickly walked over.

"Chairman, you..." Liang Jingyu asked.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "I'm a bit tired; I'll go back to rest first. You stay."

Then he said to Park Sun-young: "Miss Park, please stay too. Representative Liang's Korean isn't very good; you can interpret for him."

Park Sun-young quickly bowed in agreement.

Zhao Fusheng said no more and walked straight toward the door.

He was genuinely a bit tired.

Just as Lee Boo-jin was about to turn and leave after seeing Zhao Fusheng to the door, Zhao Fusheng suddenly stopped and casually asked Lee Boo-jin: "By the way, Sister Boo-jin, I heard that President Lee Jae-yong is planning to divorce?"

"Hmm?"

Lee Boo-jin paused, stopped, and looked at Zhao Fusheng: "Fusheng, what's this?"

Since Zhao Fusheng called her 'Sister Boo-jin,' it meant he was asking about this matter in a personal capacity. She was naturally a bit puzzled as to why he suddenly cared about this.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "No other meaning; it's just that Hanxing Investment recently plans to invest in Daesung Group. I'm telling you in advance to avoid any misunderstanding by President Lee Jae-yong."

Lee Boo-jin frowned slightly, then nodded: "It's okay; I'll tell Jae-yong in advance."

She actually understood that Zhao Fusheng's advance notice was just to give her a heads-up. Even if Lee Jae-yong was really dissatisfied, they wouldn't stop.

Watching Zhao Fusheng leave with his bodyguards, Lee Boo-jin sighed. She knew that this man had great ambitions, and his vision was not limited to just Samsung as a partner.

She hoped the cooperation between them would go smoothly; she really didn't want to end up on the opposite side of Zhao Fusheng.

...

...

"Brother, can I not come back tonight?"

Fan Beibei called Zhao Fusheng, but the content surprised him.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Fusheng asked curiously: "Why not come back to the hotel?"

"I want to stay at Sister Song Qian's dorm."

Fan Beibei replied.

It seemed the little girl was having a great time there.

But this time, Zhao Fusheng didn't agree.

"If you like Sister Song Qian, you can bring her back and stay together." Zhao Fusheng said indifferently: "But you can't stay at their dorm, understand?"

"But..."

Fan Beibei wanted to say something more, but Zhao Fusheng interrupted directly: "No buts. Be obedient, understand?"

He rarely spoke in such a stern tone, but Fan Beibei knew that whenever her brother spoke like this, she had to listen.

The phone was quickly handed over to Wu Sijie.

"Chairman."

Wu Sijie said respectfully on the other end.

"Bring Beibei back. Visiting is one thing, but she can't stay at someone else's dorm; that would disrupt their lives."

"Yes, I understand." Wu Sijie nodded.

He wasn't stupid; he could take Fan Beibei to have fun at SM Entertainment, but going to Song Qian's dorm would mean disrupting SM's normal operations.

Moreover, although Fan Beibei was accompanied by a group of bodyguards, they couldn't enter Song Qian's dorm. What if something happened?

It's often said that the lives of the poor and the rich are different, and indeed it is so.

Zhao Fusheng would not allow any behavior that might put himself or his family in danger.

Holding the phone, Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and dialed Fan Baobao's number.

After chatting with Fan Baobao for a while and hearing his daughter's voice, he hung up. To be honest, he was a bit tired of traveling abroad; at this time, he should be at home with his family.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng took a deep breath and made his decision.