Chapter 2024: Tour Guide

Zhao Fusheng received Lee Boo-jin's call after the welcome reception ended.

Since it was a private reception, there were no journalists or outsiders, only the senior and mid-level management of Hanxing Investment Korea.

As for other partners, per Zhao Fusheng's wishes, they were not to be disturbed for now.

The reason was simple: Zhao Fusheng needed to meet with Lee Kun-hee and Lee Maeng-hee first before deciding how to handle the situation.

"I understand, thank you."

Zhao Fusheng put down the phone, looked at Wu Sijie and Liang Jingyu before him, and said with a smile, "Lee Kun-hee wants to see me. What do you have to say?"

"Well..."

Wu Sijie and Liang Jingyu exchanged glances but remained silent.

"You speak."

Wu Sijie said to Liang Jingyu with a wry smile.

Clearly, he deferred to Liang Jingyu, having been in Korea for only a short time and not understanding the local situation as well as Liang Jingyu did.

Liang Jingyu did not decline, knowing this was not the time for modesty. He nodded and said to Zhao Fusheng, "It's chaotic right now."

"Chaotic?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned. "How chaotic?"

"The Lees of Samsung and CJ are both expanding their power and seeking external cooperation, as if Lee Kun-hee and Lee Maeng-hee have lost control of their companies."

Liang Jingyu said with a bitter smile, "Some have even approached us, hoping to cooperate and willing to pay a large sum."

"A large sum?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned. "What do you mean?"

Liang Jingyu smiled wryly. "They want to buy our shares."

"Who? Other chaebols?"

Zhao Fusheng asked in surprise.

Clearly, those capable of finding Liang Jingyu and having such an appetite could only be other families as powerful as Samsung.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have offered Liang Jingyu such terms.

"Yes."

Liang Jingyu nodded. "Though they haven't revealed their identities, I'm eighty percent sure they are those chaebols."

"Chairman, how should we handle this?" Wu Sijie asked Zhao Fusheng.

Only Zhao Fusheng could decide; neither he nor Liang Jingyu had the authority.

"Ignore it."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Liang Jingyu and Wu Sijie, "For now, we'll stay on the sidelines and not get involved in their struggle, understand?"

"Yes, Chairman."

"I understand, Chairman."

Liang Jingyu and Wu Sijie quickly nodded.

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...

After Wu Sijie and Liang Jingyu left, Zhao Fusheng did not rest immediately.

That old fox Lee Kun-hee had agreed to meet him so easily. Instinct told Zhao Fusheng something was off.

But since he had come to Korea precisely to meet him, it suited his intentions.

The only question was whether Lee Kun-hee wanted to drag him into the mess.

After all, his identity itself represented many things.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Liu Yiming, "Notify Lee Boo-jin that I won't be meeting Mr. Lee Kun-hee for the next few days."

"Ah?"

Liu Yiming was surprised but quickly nodded. "Yes, Chairman."

Soon, Liu Yiming relayed the message to the Shilla Hotel.

When Lee Boo-jin received the news, she was somewhat surprised. She considered calling Zhao Fusheng to ask, but hesitated and ultimately gave up.

After all, this was a game between her father and Zhao Fusheng.

It was better for someone at her level not to get involved.

Lee Boo-jin was well aware of her position.

"Miss, since he doesn't plan to meet the chairman, should we continue contacting him?" Director Kim beside Lee Boo-jin asked cautiously.

"No."

Lee Boo-jin shook her head. "Father said only he can handle this person."

"Understood."

Director Kim hesitated but nodded.

Few people received such high praise from the old chairman Lee Kun-hee. Moreover, the chairman of Future Group, though young, was already wealthier than the entire Samsung Lee family. In a money-driven society like Korea, that alone commanded respect.

"Director Kim, what do you think Father is thinking?"

Lee Boo-jin suddenly asked Director Kim.

"Well..."

Director Kim hesitated and finally shook his head. Honestly, he couldn't guess what the old chairman or Lee Maeng-hee were thinking.

Or rather, all of Korea was guessing what the two Lee family titans intended to do.

Were they really going to let Samsung and CJ remain in chaos?

The whole affair was eerily strange.

"Any news from Jae-yong?"

Lee Boo-jin asked Director Kim.

"None for now."

Director Kim replied. "But Miss Mi-jin has been frequently contacting Shilla Hotel shareholders recently. I think she might launch a takeover."

"Dream on!"

Lee Boo-jin's brows shot up. "Ignore her. Contact those people and tell them whatever Mi-jin offers, I'll pay twenty percent more."

"Twenty percent more?"

Director Kim was surprised. He hesitated and whispered, "That might cause cash flow problems."

After all, she couldn't use Samsung Lee family funds, only her own. Doing so would likely lead to liquidity issues.

That was no small matter; it could affect the whole plan.

Lee Boo-jin shook her head. "It's fine. Zhao Fusheng has promised to help us."

That was the confidence behind her offer.

In terms of cash, many chaebols probably didn't have as much as Hanxing Investment.

"I see."

Director Kim finally understood. So Miss had Zhao Fusheng's support, no wonder she was so confident.

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...

In the following days, Zhao Fusheng was more relaxed.

Not planning to meet Lee Kun-hee, he had Liang Jingyu arrange a guide and decided to tour Seoul for a few days.

"Miss Park, we meet again."

Looking at Park Sun-young standing before him, Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

"Hello, Chairman."

Park Sun-young bowed respectfully to Zhao Fusheng.

"As for a tour guide, Miss Park, you don't need to bother."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head with a smile. "How about this: arrange a translator assistant fluent in Korean and Chinese, preferably from the company, who can help coordinate with various contacts if needed. What do you think?"

After all, Park Sun-young was now a proper director of Hanxing Investment; using her as a tour guide seemed inappropriate.

Though Liang Jingyu meant well, it wasn't the right thing to do.

Park Sun-young was taken aback but nodded. "Alright, I'll arrange that."

"Mm."

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "I'll find my own tour guide."

"This..."

Park Sun-young was surprised. She hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to have such an idea.

Then she watched as Zhao Fusheng seriously took out his phone, searched for a while, and finally dialed a number.

"Hello, is this Miss Song Qian? Do you still work as a part-time tour guide?"

"Huh?"

At that moment, in a practice room at SM Entertainment, Song Qian, who had just finished dancing, was wiping sweat from her forehead with a towel, holding the phone in a daze.

"Who is this?" She clearly didn't recognize the voice on the other end. If not for the Chinese accent, she might have thought it was a prank call.

"My surname is Zhao. Remember? Fan Beibei's brother." Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

"Chairman Zhao!"

Song Qian's voice trembled slightly.

His last visit to Korea had left a deep impression on her.

"Yes, I'm in Korea on business. I need a guide and translator. If you're free, come find me at the Shilla Hotel."

Zhao Fusheng said over the phone.

Then he hung up and said to Park Sun-young, "See, I've found my tour guide."

"Alright."

Park Sun-young's mouth twitched. He was certainly fast; the girl on the other end probably hadn't even reacted yet.

She knew Song Qian, of course, and knew that Zhao Fusheng's fellow townsman was quite appreciated by the chairman.

But she hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to call Song Qian as soon as he arrived in Korea.

It was quite surprising.

Back at SM Entertainment, Song Qian was holding the phone, speechless.

"Victoria unnie, what's wrong?"

A petite, cute girl approached Song Qian and asked with a smile, "Who were you talking to just now? A boyfriend?"

"Nonsense!"

Song Qian glared at her. "Little Snowball, stop joking. It's just an acquaintance."

She ruffled the girl's hair. "How was your audition today?"

"Not bad."

The girl named Snowball's eyes flickered with a trace of gloom, but she lifted her head and said with a smile, "Unnie, can you go for a walk with me?"

"A walk?"

Song Qian thought for a moment and nodded. "But first, come with me to the manager's office, then we can go out."

"Okay."

Snowball nodded, quite happy.

She smiled beautifully, her eyes narrowing like a cute kitten's.

Song Qian took her hand, and the two figures, one big and one small, walked toward the manager's office.