Chapter 1722: Lee Boo-jin's Worry

As the saying goes, dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes to phoenixes, and a mouse's son knows how to dig holes. During the turbulent years of the past, there was even a theory that if the father is a hero, the son is a good man; if the father is reactionary, the son is certainly not a good person.

Although this theory of blood lineage is utterly absurd, it must be said that sometimes a person's birth truly determines their vision and breadth of mind.

At the very least, children raised in wealthy families, whether in terms of the education they receive or the trajectory of their growth, have a smoother path than children from impoverished families.

Standing at the same starting line, some ride in Audi cars, some ride bicycles, and some can only go on foot.

It may take a poor student ten years of hard work to earn the chance to drink coffee in Xujiahui, while young people from wealthy backgrounds can obtain that opportunity without any effort at all.

Take Lee Boo-jin now, for example. With the materials in her hands, she can analyze Zhao Fusheng's intentions—this is certainly a sign of her capability.

But before that, the channels and resources she had access to for obtaining various materials were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Can an ordinary person get the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency's files with just one phone call?

Can an ordinary person, with a casual order, investigate Jang Ja-yeon's records clearly?

Obviously, it's absolutely impossible.

In the end, what Samsung's Lee family provides her is not only pride in reputation but also convenience in identity and action.

At the very least, in this patch of land called South Korea, Samsung is a golden signboard.

And now, Zhao Fusheng intends to borrow this golden signboard.

A big tree offers good shade.

Just as Lee Boo-jin and Director Kim were reviewing the materials, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Wu Sijie, who was sitting across from him with a worried expression.

After hearing Zhao Fusheng's plan, Wu Sijie was stunned. He was greatly surprised and suggested to Zhao Fusheng that they should first send Fan Beibei back to China, since the plan was somewhat risky.

Chairman, maybe it's better to let Miss Beibei return to China first.

Wu Sijie said to Zhao Fusheng again, seriously.

Zhao Fusheng laughed, thought for a moment, and shook his head: "No need for that trouble."

Huh?

Wu Sijie was taken aback, still worried. After all, this was no small matter. If Lotte caught wind of it or someone became desperate, even if Chen Zhen and the others were veterans, or even special forces, in real life, how many people could they really fight?

In fact, if he didn't know that Zhao Fusheng would definitely refuse, Wu Sijie would have wanted to persuade him to leave as well.

A gentleman does not stand beneath a crumbling wall, especially on someone else's turf. And here was his boss, plotting to seize another's property. Sometimes Wu Sijie felt that Zhao Fusheng was too fond of taking risks.

This wasn't necessarily a bad habit. After all, as a manager and operator of an enterprise, if one lacks the courage to take risks, they lose their pioneering spirit and drive.

But the problem was, this was South Korea. Wu Sijie truly didn't dare let Zhao Fusheng risk his safety.

Even if it meant letting Zhao Fusheng and Fan Beibei leave while he stayed behind to relay messages, Wu Sijie would do it willingly. But having Zhao Fusheng stay here genuinely worried him.

Wu Sijie knew very well that his own wealth and status were all tied to Zhao Fusheng—there was no doubt about that.

You've been watching too many TV dramas.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, looking completely at ease, and explained to Wu Sijie: "Do you believe that right now, the full story and materials are already on Lee Boo-jin's desk?"

I believe that.

Wu Sijie nodded. After all, this was South Korea, this was the Shilla Hotel. If Lee Boo-jin didn't have that much influence, he would have doubted whether Samsung was still the top chaebol in Korea.

Yes, so what do you think that old fox Lee Kun-hee will choose?" Zhao Fusheng glanced at Wu Sijie and asked calmly.

Wu Sijie was startled, then frowned.

He wasn't stupid. In fact, having been by Zhao Fusheng's side for so long, he understood business matters better than most. He could fully imagine what Lee Kun-hee's mood would be like right now, looking at these materials and listening to Lee Boo-jin's account of Zhao Fusheng's plan.

It was like someone handing you a pillow just when you felt sleepy.

Comfortable!

If it were him, he would probably have chosen to cooperate with Zhao Fusheng without hesitation, to take a big cut from Lotte, bleed the Shin family, and make them uncomfortable.

Businessmen love profit and pursue what benefits them. Lee Kun-hee was a successful businessman, so naturally he wouldn't miss this opportunity.

That was Zhao Fusheng's true confidence.

Understand now?

Seeing that Wu Sijie remained silent, Zhao Fusheng smiled and asked him.

Wu Sijie nodded: "I get it, Chairman. This is an open conspiracy, isn't it?"

By now, he naturally understood. So after all this fuss, Zhao Fusheng had been setting a trap.

"Yes, I am the open conspiracy."

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I handed Lee Kun-hee a knife. If he doesn't want it, he can throw it away. But the problem is, will Shin Kyuk-ho believe it?"

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"Of course not!"

After Lee Kun-hee finished reading the materials brought by Lee Boo-jin, he shook his head at her sitting before him: "Don't dream. Do you think if we go tell Shin Kyuk-ho now that Samsung has nothing to do with Zhao Fusheng and doesn't know what he wants to do, it would mean anything?"

Lee Boo-jin frowned slightly and said in a low voice: "But Father, if we agree to cooperate with Zhao Fusheng, then Lotte will definitely believe that we are behind the whole thing. When that happens..."

Her concern was not unfounded. As one of the top few large chaebols in South Korea, although Lotte's financial power is not as great as Samsung's, that doesn't mean Lotte is truly no match for Samsung.

The relationships between chaebols are complex. Anyone who thinks Samsung can completely dominate its rivals is a fool.

If Samsung truly had overwhelming superiority, how could it allow other chaebols to exist?

How can one allow others to snore beside one's bed!

Whether in politics or business, this principle is the same.

But the problem is, Lee Boo-jin felt that Zhao Fusheng's approach was too despicable. He clearly wanted to make a move on Korea's cultural industry himself, yet he dragged Samsung along and pushed it to the front, making them bear the wrath of SK Group and Lotte Group. Moreover, their cousin Lee Jae-hyun's CJ Group might also choose to kick them when they were down.

When that time came, in the entertainment industry, Samsung would be the target of public criticism.

But Zhao Fusheng would be the one to profit from the conflict.

This was a situation Lee Boo-jin certainly did not want to see.

"Are you afraid of Lotte?"

Lee Kun-hee suddenly interrupted Lee Boo-jin with a single sentence.

"Of course not."

Lee Boo-jin shook her head: "I just think that by doing this, we are taking the bullet for Zhao Fusheng."

Although she had a good personal relationship with Zhao Fusheng, Lee Boo-jin could still distinguish where she should stand when her own interests conflicted with his.

"Have you heard a saying?"

Lee Kun-hee looked at Lee Boo-jin and slowly asked: "He who wants to inherit the crown must be able to bear its weight. Do you understand what this means?"

Lee Boo-jin was startled, then nodded: "I understand. It means that if you want to become a king, you must first be able to bear the responsibilities of a king."

"Yes."

Lee Kun-hee looked calmly at his eldest daughter and said evenly: "Do you think I can't see that Zhao Fusheng is using me as a shield? Or do you think that even if we refuse to cooperate with Hanxing Investment, Shin Kyuk-ho will believe we have nothing to do with this matter?"

Lee Boo-jin remained silent.

She was not a teenage girl who acted on impulse without thinking.

Lee Boo-jin knew very well that Samsung was a target of public criticism in South Korea. Because of its overwhelming power, other chaebols were openly wary of Samsung.

Once this matter got out, even if Samsung did nothing, Lotte would connect it with Samsung.

After all, the parent company of Hanxing Investment was Future Group, and Future Group had just reached a cooperation agreement with Samsung.

Simply put, it was like mud splattered on the crotch—not shit, but it looks like it.

There was simply no way to clear it up!

"More importantly, do you think if I agree to this cooperation and we actually pull it off, who will gain the most resources and benefits?"

Lee Kun-hee smiled and asked Lee Boo-jin in a relaxed tone.

Lee Boo-jin was taken aback, then understood: "Father means we should step forward and get the most?"

"Of course."

Lee Kun-hee nodded: "This is South Korea, we are the Lee family of Samsung. Zhao Fusheng is leveraging our influence, but am I not also looking for opportunities? Since he has placed the opportunity before me, if I don't accept this gift, wouldn't I be letting down his good intentions?"

By the end of his speech, a smug smile had already appeared on Lee Kun-hee's face.

Clearly, he was very satisfied and pleased with Zhao Fusheng's open conspiracy.

He was also increasingly satisfied with Zhao Fusheng as a person. After all, it had been a long time since he had met such a sensible and understanding young man.

At Lee Kun-hee's age, his opponents were mostly old hands who had entered their seventies, such as Shin Kyuk-ho or Choi Tae-won—all old foxes.

As for the second generation of chaebols, they acted like mice seeing a cat, avoiding him rather than daring to confront him head-on.

On the contrary, Zhao Fusheng, this young man from China, had given Lee Kun-hee one surprise after another.

He even began to look forward to it: if one day Samsung and Future Investment stood on opposite sides, what kind of surprise would Zhao Fusheng give him?