Chapter 1716: So What If You're Optimistic?

"Chairman, do you think my words were inappropriate?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng standing there silent, Park Seon-young, recalling that Zhao Fusheng's wife was also an actress, quickly added, "Of course, the situation in Korea and China is a bit different..."

Zhao Fusheng smiled noncommittally and said lightly, "Actually, I know that men and women in the entertainment industry are pretty much the same. Whether it's playing along or pouring out their hearts, it's all just acting."

Park Seon-young remained silent. Zhao Fusheng's words were indeed correct.

Without exaggeration, it basically hit the nail on the head.

"But now, the status of Korean entertainers is actually improving," Park Seon-young casually remarked. "At least no one dares to treat Kang Ho-dong and Yoo Jae-suk merely as comedians anymore."

Zhao Fusheng nodded. That was true.

Since the launch of "X-Man," the status of Kang Ho-dong and Yoo Jae-suk had risen steadily. Over the years, they had become known as two of the top hosts in Korea.

Another who could compete with them was Kim Je-dong.

But Kim Je-dong's political leanings were problematic; he was a supporter of Roh Moo-hyun. This had led to him being suppressed by the television stations several times, given that the opposition party was also quite powerful.

"Variety shows."

Park Seon-young's words reminded Zhao Fusheng of something. In his previous life, various Korean variety shows had been imitated in China and had achieved considerable success.

It is no exaggeration to say that without those Korean variety shows, many Chinese TV professionals would probably be out of work.

"One must eat one's meal bite by bite."

After a long silence, Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself.

He increasingly felt that focusing on the Korean film and television industry was the right move. For now, there were not many competitors in this field; whether it was SK Group or other companies, they had only casually set up a subsidiary, not yet realizing the immense business opportunities hidden within.

And this was his chance.

As long as he laid the groundwork in advance, by the time others noticed Hanxing Investment, it would have already completed its arrangements within this circle.

The rest would be just making money.

"Chairman, you..."

Watching Zhao Fusheng muttering to himself, Park Sun-young felt a bit bewildered and had to remind him: "Um, shall we go back to the Shilla Hotel now?"

"Ah?"

Zhao Fusheng snapped out of it and then nodded: "Alright, let's go back."

The motorcade moved slowly forward as Zhao Fusheng sank into thought. He knew that his layout in Korea was just the beginning; using this as a springboard, his plan was to seize the initiative in China's film and entertainment industry over the next decade.

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Zhao Fusheng returned to the Shilla Hotel and was about to rest when he received a call from Wu Sijie.

"Chairman, there's something..."

Wu Sijie said with a bitter laugh over the phone, "If you have time, could you come over?"

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Fusheng was somewhat surprised, wondering what was going on—why would he suddenly ask him to come over for no apparent reason.

"It's like this: Miss Beibei encountered a girl being beaten here today and got into a conflict with the assailant." Wu Sijie said bitterly, "Now the other party is very agitated..."

"Hmm?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned, his expression turning grim: "What happened? Is Beibei hurt?"

He didn't care about anyone else's life or death; Fan Beibei's safety was the most important thing.

"No, she's not hurt. She just got into a conflict with the other party," Wu Sijie said.

"Where is the location? I'll go there immediately."

Zhao Fusheng said in a low voice.

Since Wu Sijie said so, there must be other circumstances; otherwise, he would have just called the police.

As it turned out, his guess was correct.

When Zhao Fusheng arrived at the scene with Park Sun-young and the others, what greeted him was a similar motorcade.

Not only that, but in Zhao Fusheng's line of sight, Song Qian and Fan Beibei were pulling a woman and hiding in a car, while Wu Sijie and several other bodyguards were guarding outside the car, and beyond them was a group of bodyguards in black suits.

But clearly, those people were not sent by him; they were surrounding Wu Sijie and the others.

"Chairman..."

Park Sun-young, sitting in the car, asked Zhao Fusheng in a low voice upon seeing the situation.

"Break through!"

Zhao Fusheng ordered without hesitation: "No matter what, charge in!"

"Yes!"

Park Sun-young gave the order, and the motorcade charged straight into the opposing motorcade without hesitation.

The other side seemed not to have expected such a thing to happen. In the chaos, when Zhao Fusheng and his men got out of the car, Wu Sijie, Fan Beibei, and the others were finally under his protection.

This was an open area in Seoul's Namsan Park, where tourists usually came to play, but today it had completely turned into a battlefield.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Fusheng stood there, asking Wu Sijie beside him.

Wu Sijie said with a wry smile, "When Beibei and Song Qian were out playing, they came across this girl being chased and beaten by several people. They rescued her, but unexpectedly, the other side called even more people."

Frowning slightly, Zhao Fusheng was somewhat puzzled: "A gang?"

To be honest, he was really surprised. If it were a gang, there wouldn't be such an exaggeration, right?

"Well, they're from Lotte," Wu Sijie said quietly to Zhao Fusheng.

"What?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, looking at Wu Sijie in surprise.

The next moment, another convoy drove up not far away, finally stopping, and a middle-aged man got out of a car.

"Hello, you must be Chairman Zhao," the man said politely as he approached, speaking in Korean.

Zhao Fusheng naturally couldn't understand, but fortunately Park Sun-young was nearby to translate for him.

"And you are?"

Zhao Fusheng glanced at the man.

"I am Han Jinyoung, director of Lotte Group." The man's face still wore a smile: "Today's incident may have been a misunderstanding. Please don't take offense, Chairman Zhao."

At this point, Zhao Fusheng naturally understood what was going on.

Fan Beibei and Song Qian had rescued the beaten Korean girl, and the other side had called people, only to have Wu Sijie's bodyguards drive them away. Unexpectedly, the other side then flashed the Lotte name, while they also flashed the Hanxing Investment name.

Thus, today's meeting came about.

"A misunderstanding?"

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Han Jinyoung, smiled, but his gaze turned to Song Qian as she got out of the car: "What exactly happened?"

Song Qian smiled bitterly: "We just happened upon it. They were beating someone..."

"Got it."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Then let's go."

"Huh?"

Song Qian was startled, but Zhao Fusheng had already patted Fan Beibei's head: "Beibei, how about going back with big brother?"

"Mm."

Fan Beibei's hands were a bit cold, but she still nodded in agreement. However, after thinking for a moment, she pointed at the girl and said to Zhao Fusheng, "Big brother, can we save her?"

"Her?"

Zhao Fusheng raised an eyebrow, looked at the girl, somewhat surprised. For some reason, he felt she looked a bit familiar.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng didn't have many memories of Korean people. The few he knew were well-known Korean entertainers. Even now, he was only familiar with famous actors and directors.

But unexpectedly, looking at this person today, he actually found her very familiar.

Yes, this familiarity didn't seem to come from recent acquaintance. In other words, it was a memory from his previous life.

"Okay."

Zhao Fusheng nodded inexplicably, glanced at the girl, and said to Park Sun-young beside him, "Tell him, I'm taking this person."

Though somewhat surprised, Park Sun-young nodded: "Yes, Chairman."

After she translated Zhao Fusheng's words, Han Jinyoung's expression changed slightly, looking somewhat displeased. But when he looked at Zhao Fusheng, he found Zhao Fusheng's expression serious. After a moment of hesitation, he nodded and said something in a deep voice.

Park Sun-young was a bit surprised but still said to Zhao Fusheng, "He says this person has mental issues and always talks nonsense. He asks us not to believe what she says."

"Haha, I see."

Zhao Fusheng smiled, said nothing more, took Fan Beibei's hand, and walked straight ahead.

As he passed by Han Jinyoung, Zhao Fusheng completely ignored the man.

What a joke. Just a director of Lotte Group wasn't qualified to negotiate with him.

Zhao Fusheng was certain that even if he walked here alone, the man wouldn't dare do anything to him, because if he acted, it would cause a huge incident!

The rest followed behind Zhao Fusheng and left the place.

As the girl passed by Han Jinyoung, her body visibly trembled. Clearly, Han Jinyoung had left a deep impression on her.

At that moment, Han Jinyoung just smiled, clearly noticing that the girl was as frightened as a startled rabbit, terrified beyond measure.

The convoy slowly started moving. Zhao Fusheng sat in the back with Fan Beibei, Wu Sijie in the front passenger seat, and Park Sun-young was not in this car.

"What happened?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Wu Sijie and asked calmly.

Wu Sijie smiled bitterly: "We don't know either. We just saved someone, and those guys went crazy."

Then he lowered his voice: "I think there's something wrong with that girl."

"Something wrong?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Not sure. I just noticed she seems to have injuries on her."

Wu Sijie shook his head: "If you're interested, you can ask her when we get back."

Zhao Fusheng hummed in acknowledgment, patted Fan Beibei's hand, but said nothing more.