Chapter 1761: Lee Jae-hyun's Thoughts

When a person is pushed to the brink, they often become very desperate.

Just like Lee Jae-hyun now, that's how it is.

From childhood to adulthood, he always believed that he was the legitimate heir of Samsung and yearned to become its master.

Now, as his father aged day by day, he suddenly realized that his wish might not come true.

This was something Lee Jae-hyun could not accept!

He was the dignified chairman of CJ Group, the eldest son and grandson of the Lee family of Samsung—why should he stand by and watch someone else become the master of the Lee family mansion?

Thinking this, Lee Jae-hyun looked up at his father, Lee Meng-hee.

"Father, I think we need to make a choice."

Lee Jae-hyun gritted his teeth and said word by word.

"What are you going to do?"

Sensing his son's desperate look, Lee Meng-hee frowned and said in a deep voice.

"I think, perhaps I can meet with Zhao Fusheng."

Lee Jae-hyun said slowly.

"Meet?"

Lee Meng-hee was somewhat surprised, because he really couldn't think of any need to meet Zhao Fusheng, or why Zhao Fusheng would want to see Lee Jae-hyun.

Under the current circumstances, the other party had almost made it clear that they didn't want to have any relationship with them and didn't intend to get involved in Samsung's family affairs.

So what exactly did his precious son want to do?

It is said that a father knows his son, but the reverse is also true—the one who knows the father best is also the son.

Between Lee Jae-hyun and his father, they understood each other too well; they both knew what the word "Samsung" meant to each of them.

It was Lee Meng-hee's lifelong obsession, and what Lee Jae-hyun had always sought and desired.

Now, Lee Meng-hee was well aware of his own physical condition.

Without exaggeration, within five years at most, he might leave this world, and once he was gone, Lee Jae-hyun, as the third generation, would not be qualified to compete with his uncle Lee Kun-hee for control of Samsung.

This was normal; after all, Lee Jae-hyun was naturally at a disadvantage facing his uncle Lee Kun-hee, unlike himself.

As the eldest son of Samsung founder Lee Byung-chul, Lee Meng-hee had the right and the qualification to contend with Lee Kun-hee for the voice in Samsung.

After all, he had once been confirmed as Samsung's heir; if not for the later smuggling incident, Lee Kun-hee would never have had the chance to rise.

Therefore, Lee Meng-hee also knew that this was probably his last chance.

Zhao Fusheng understood this reasoning too, but unlike the Lee father and son's confident belief that they would win through desperation, in the history Zhao Fusheng remembered, the Lee father and son filed a lawsuit against Lee Kun-hee when Lee Meng-hee was near death.

Of course, the result was still failure.

It was precisely for this reason that Zhao Fusheng was unwilling to get involved in their family affairs.

He wasn't crazy; who would participate in a lawsuit that was doomed to fail?

But Lee Jae-hyun didn't think so!

Or rather, he had other considerations.

"Father, what do you think are the chances of us winning if you file a lawsuit with the Seoul High Court?" Lee Jae-hyun looked at Lee Meng-hee and said slowly.

Lee Meng-hee smiled bitterly at this, his expression not very good, and finally said, "The hope is not great, after all, your uncle has been operating there for so many years. That is the Republic of Korea, and he controls Samsung!"

The implication was naturally that he had little hope for Lee Jae-hyun's idea.

"Indeed."

Lee Jae-hyun nodded: "Since that's the case, why don't we look at it from a different angle?"

With that, Lee Jae-hyun whispered a few words in Lee Meng-hee's ear. Moments later, Lee Meng-hee's expression changed.

Looking up at his son, Lee Meng-hee said, "What you're doing is playing with fire!"

"We've come this far, Father, do you think we have any way back?"

Lee Jae-hyun looked at his father and said solemnly.

"Alright, let's do as you say."

Gritting his teeth, Lee Meng-hee nodded.

…

…

Turning around, Zhao Fusheng received a call from Zheng Yao.

"Lee Jae-hyun wants to see me?"

Zhao Fusheng was somewhat surprised.

Although he knew that the big shot from CJ Group had been in the capital, Zhao Fusheng had been playing dumb and had no intention of meeting him.

But now, Lee Jae-hyun was actively asking to meet him—what exactly did this guy want?

Thinking this, he chuckled and said to Zheng Yao, "Is Chairman Lee very anxious?"

"Not really."

Zheng Yao thought for a moment and said, "His attitude is quite good; he just said he has important matters to discuss with you."

Then she laughed, "I guess you've been ignoring them, and they can't hold out any longer."

Can't hold out?

Zhao Fusheng smiled but didn't take up Zheng Yao's line.

He didn't think that people like Lee Jae-hyun or Lee Meng-hee would have the concept of "can't hold out."

Having weathered storms and battles in the business world, would such tough guys buckle under this?

Zhao Fusheng felt that would be an insult to his own intelligence.

And also an insult to the status of the Lee father and son.

For businessmen, the only thing that can make them bow their heads and sit at the negotiating table with you is interest.

Although he sympathized with the plight of the Lee father and son, Zhao Fusheng knew very well that in the matter of Samsung's inheritance, none of the Lees were clean.

The complexity of wealthy family feuds is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Talking about morality and kindness with them is like seeking skin from a tiger.

Under such circumstances, Lee Jae-hyun chose to bow his head and contact him proactively, which immediately raised Zhao Fusheng's vigilance.

Intuition told him that Lee Jae-hyun must have some ulterior motive.

With that in mind, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Zheng Yao, "Since they are sincerely asking to meet, let's agree to it."

Zheng Yao was somewhat surprised; she had thought Zhao Fusheng might refuse.

"Are you really going to see Lee Jae-hyun?"

Zheng Yao repeated, and said to Zhao Fusheng, "Are you planning to…"

She didn't finish her sentence, but the implication was clear: she was worried that Zhao Fusheng would get involved in Samsung's succession dispute.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Don't overthink it; I have no such intention."

He wasn't crazy; why would he meddle in Samsung's affairs for no reason?

It was just that Lee Jae-hyun's behavior made Zhao Fusheng feel that this time, the Lee father and son were coming with sincerity to meet him. In other words, they were likely to offer real money and interests that they thought could move him in exchange.

Under such circumstances, he certainly had to go see Lee Jae-hyun.

Since they were businessmen, they naturally had to talk about interests. If the interests offered by Lee Meng-hee and his son were tempting enough, Zhao Fusheng would be willing to cooperate with them.

Besides, that old ghost Lee Meng-hee didn't have long to live. Zhao Fusheng was actually curious about what leverage Lee Jae-hyun had that made him confident enough to move him.

"Okay, I'll contact them right away."

Zheng Yao nodded. Since Zhao Fusheng had said so, she naturally had no objections.

Over the next few days, the two sides agreed on a time and place for the meeting.

This time, the location was chosen by Zheng Yao—a tea house in the capital.

The reason was that the previous meeting between Lee Meng-hee and Zhao Fusheng had been very unpleasant. Zhao Fusheng had arrived as agreed, but the Lee father and son had adopted a probing attitude. Although it was understandable given their habitual distrust of anyone, in Zheng Yao's view, it was a slight against the entire Future Group.

When the master is insulted, the servant dies.

Although Zhao Fusheng was not a monarch, for Future Group, he, as the major shareholder, was the unique boss.

Unlike other large companies such as Tencent Technology or Alibaba, which have capital injections, including the current Lenovo, the equity structure of those companies is very complex.

With various forces interwoven, even the chairman or CEO only holds a portion of the shares and most of the voting rights.

In Future Group, this situation did not exist.

In any Future Group company, Zhao Fusheng held absolute controlling interest.

In other words, any slight against Zhao Fusheng was a provocation against the entire Future Group and would never be tolerated by Zheng Yao.

Although Lee Jae-hyun's side knew that Zheng Yao was doing it deliberately, they had no choice. They had indeed made a mistake before, and now that the other party was retaliating, they had to grit their teeth and accept it.

Of course, security was handled jointly by both sides.

Although in China, Lee Kun-hee or others dared not do anything rash, after all, the bosses on both sides were worth a fortune. If anything unexpected happened, it would definitely be international news.

Therefore, Future Security and CJ Group's security jointly inspected the tea house and provided comprehensive protection.

Moreover, both sides did not trust each other, so basically, wherever one side placed a person, the other side also placed one.

In Zhang Qian's words, the Koreans have always been weaklings; this time he would show them who the world's strongest army is.

The last five words were first said by the Koreans themselves, then heard by a translator who knew Korean and told Zhang Qian.

That's why Zhang Qian developed a competitive spirit.

When Zhao Fusheng heard this news, he almost laughed himself to death.

He held his stomach and laughed wildly for about a minute.

He really couldn't control himself.

The so-called Korean army, boasting so arrogantly, was truly speechless.

Although the later drama "Descendants of the Sun" starring the divorced Song-Song couple made many people think that the Korean special forces were very cool, in fact, the special forces built on the foundation of a unit whose regimental flag was left on display in the Chinese capital's military museum could have any damn combat effectiveness.

What Koreans are best at is deceiving themselves.