Chapter 1975: A Small Suggestion

Actually, from another perspective, Zhao Fusheng was a very qualified boss.

He trusted his subordinates; as long as they remained loyal to him, most of the time, Zhao Fusheng would not make things difficult for them.

Adhering to the principle of trusting those he employed and not employing those he doubted, Zhao Fusheng showed great tolerance when dealing with his subordinates.

Even if rumors occasionally reached his ears, he would choose to believe those who had followed him for many years.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng was not a fool.

Both his life experience from his previous life and his business experience in this life told him that to accomplish great things, one must have a mind as vast as the ocean.

Those who only focus on what is right in front of them cannot become tycoons in the business world.

However, this did not mean that Zhao Fusheng would truly give up his power.

He was in business, not charity.

Therefore, activating Wu Sijie and sending him to South Korea to stand against Liang Jingyu was an inevitable outcome.

Even if Liang Jingyu was dissatisfied, Zhao Fusheng would have Zheng Yao handle it.

Because this concerned the company's future development.

As for Liang Jingyu's opinion?

Unless he himself had issues, the wisest choice was to accept this outcome calmly.

Sure enough, a few days later, Zheng Yao called Zhao Fusheng; she had already arranged everything.

“Do you want to meet Wu Sijie?”

Zheng Yao asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment: “Then let’s meet.”

Regardless, he was someone who had served as his assistant; he had to give some support and encouragement.

Soon, Wu Sijie arrived at Zhao Fusheng's office.

“Have a seat.”

Zhao Fusheng pointed to the chair in front of him and said to Wu Sijie, “Before, others reported and you poured tea for them. Today, you sit and report; let Yiming pour tea for you.”

“Thank you, Chairman.”

Wu Sijie also smiled.

To be honest, he knew very well that his current position was all due to Zhao Fusheng's promotion.

Wu Sijie was very smart, and the smarter a person is, the more they know what they truly want.

Even if he had ambition, Zhao Fusheng was not afraid.

Because Wu Sijie knew clearly that as long as Zhao Fusheng was around, his ambition had to be hidden.

People are not inherently treacherous or clever; even a treacherous villain, if he pretends to be loyal for a lifetime, is no different from the real thing.

As the saying goes, when you start playing the role of a grandson, you might not be used to it. But when you get used to it, you really become a grandson.

Zhao Fusheng was not afraid of ambitious subordinates, because without ambition, how could one progress?

If all his subordinates were like Dong Guoxiang, Zhao Fusheng would really have a headache.

“Tell me, what are your plans after going to South Korea?”

Zhao Fusheng looked at Wu Sijie and asked slowly.

He believed Zheng Yao had already discussed it with him; this was naturally Zhao Fusheng's way of testing him.

“Listen more, observe more, ask more.”

Wu Sijie thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng, “Focus on learning.”

“Good.”

Zhao Fusheng nodded with satisfaction.

Just from this answer, he knew that Wu Sijie had already put effort into studying the specific situation of Hanxing Investment in South Korea; otherwise, he wouldn't have said that.

In fact, Hanxing Investment's current development in South Korea was very good.

Under such circumstances, as a parachuted appointee, his task was not to seize power in the shortest time, but to understand the company's operating model in the shortest time.

That was the key.

After all, Liang Jingyu had been operating in South Korea for many years.

To stand against him, Wu Sijie still had a long way to go.

He himself knew that the reason Zhao Fusheng placed him in South Korea was because he had been his assistant, which naturally gave him a certain advantage in status.

With him there, it could prevent Liang Jingyu from truly becoming a feudal lord beyond the reach of the central authority.

If that situation arose, Wu Sijie felt he would truly let down Zhao Fusheng's cultivation.

“Remember, learn with your heart, learn from President Liang, understand?” Zhao Fusheng glanced at Wu Sijie and instructed calmly.

Wu Sijie smiled and nodded: “I know, rest assured, Chairman.”

The advantage of talking to smart people is that you don't need to spell things out; they will figure out the meaning behind your words on their own.

Zhao Fusheng had to admit that if it were Liu Yiming or Zhang Qian, he would have to waste his breath explaining clearly.

But for Wu Sijie, there was no need at all.

He would naturally understand his meaning, and even if there was no such intention in his words, he would automatically fill in the gaps.

This was probably both an advantage and a disadvantage.

Calling it an advantage was because such a person didn't require much worry; just give him a work goal, and he would do his best to complete it.

But the disadvantage was also obvious.

That was, he tended to overthink.

After all, being overly cautious is not a good habit.

It is said that Zhuge Liang was cautious all his life.

In a sense, it was this caution that harmed him; if he had trusted others and not worked so hard, perhaps the Chancellor could have lived a few more years.

But that's digressing.

Zhao Fusheng had great trust in Wu Sijie's abilities.

In the years by his side, Wu Sijie's demonstrated ability and level were definitely above average; even after going to South Korea, he believed Wu Sijie would quickly get up to speed with Hanxing Investment's work.

“Alright, settle your family in the next few days and then set off.”

Zhao Fusheng smiled: “I'll call Dong Chenxi and have her personally escort you there.”

The major shareholder of Hanxing Investment was nominally Future Investment, which Dong Chenxi controlled, and Liang Jingyu was her old subordinate, so sending Dong Chenxi was quite appropriate.

Wu Sijie naturally had no objections and quickly nodded in agreement.

He also knew that Zhao Fusheng was sending Dong Chenxi to back him up.

After all, as a parachuted appointee, the attitude toward him at Hanxing Investment would probably not be good.

“By the way, if you have time, learn some Korean.”

Zhao Fusheng suddenly smiled as Wu Sijie was about to leave: “It might come in handy later.”

“Ah?”

Wu Sijie was startled, then nodded: “Okay, rest assured.”

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After seeing Wu Sijie off, Zhao Fusheng called Dong Chenxi again, explained the matter, and finally said: “Give Liang Jingyu a warning; from now on, things in South Korea will definitely be decided by two people, understand?”

“I know, rest assured.”

Dong Chenxi nodded.

She naturally understood what was going on and knew that with such a large operation as Hanxing Investment, it couldn't always be solely responsible by Liang Jingyu; Zhao Fusheng would definitely send someone over.

She just didn't expect the choice to be Wu Sijie.

But on second thought, it was reasonable, since Wu Sijie, as Zhao Fusheng's former secretary and assistant, was undoubtedly his confidant.

And his abilities were strong enough.

Sending him to be responsible for Hanxing Investment and cooperating with Liang Jingyu seemed to complement each other.

As for Liang Jingyu's reaction,

Heh, Dong Chenxi and Zhao Fusheng, including Zheng Yao, didn't really care much.

Hanxing Investment was not a listed company; most of its shares were held by Future Investment, that is, Zhao Fusheng, and even the president of the entire Hanxing Investment Corporation was Zhao Fusheng's name.

Liang Jingyu's position was representative director.

In other words, he was the agent of Zhao Fusheng's shares.

Under such circumstances, if Zhao Fusheng was really pushed to the edge, he could replace the agent.

As for Samsung and CJ,

That was even less of a problem.

As long as Lee Jae-yong and Lee Kun-hee weren't crazy, they should know that Zhao Fusheng's friendship was far more important than some interests of Hanxing Investment.

“By the way, remember to promote Liang Jingyu to vice president of Future Investment.”

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Dong Chenxi.

“Vice president?”

Dong Chenxi was slightly surprised and asked, “Isn't that a bit too high?”

“Not high.”

Zhao Fusheng smiled: “After all, he has made great contributions in Seoul; it's deserved.”

Dong Chenxi frowned slightly; her intuition told her that Zhao Fusheng's proposal was not as simple as it sounded and seemed to contain something else.

Don't underestimate women's intuition.

Sometimes, this intuition can see through the surface to the essence, clearly unraveling the clues and grasping the most critical part of the whole matter.

Just like when a man cheats, no matter how well he hides it, women can always find out. Sometimes women don't necessarily have evidence, but they rely on intuition to discover the traces of those scumbags.

This is also a kind of skill.

However, this time Dong Chenxi's intuition told her that Zhao Fusheng was probably testing Liang Jingyu.

To put it bluntly, if Liang Jingyu's performance was superior, he would definitely become a confidant that Zhao Fusheng trusted deeply.

Conversely, if what Liang Jingyu showed did not meet Zhao Fusheng's requirements, then the whole matter would likely develop in an unpredictable direction.

For no reason, Dong Chenxi felt a bit panicked.

After all, Liang Jingyu was a subordinate she had personally cultivated.

Originally, seeing him rise to a high position, Dong Chenxi was very happy.

But now, he was facing suspicion.

It was impossible for Dong Chenxi to have no thoughts in her heart.

However, she could understand; after all, Hanxing Investment was growing larger and larger. If Zhao Fusheng didn't take preventive measures, if something went wrong, it would be his own loss.

At that time, no matter who comforted him, it would be useless.

After all, the loss would be real money.

With that thought, Dong Chenxi nodded: “I understand.”

She had made up her mind and naturally understood what choice would be best for both Liang Jingyu and herself.