Chapter 2026: Savior

"Choi Jin-ri, right? Choi Jin-ri."

The voice confirmed again, clearly the other party knew Snowball.

Because Choi Jin-ri was Little Snowball's name.

And with his voice, Snowball's body trembled a few times, and her face grew even paler.

Song Qian frowned slightly, turned her head, and saw a man around forty standing there, behind him four men in black suits.

"Who are you?"

Song Qian looked at him suspiciously: "Please go away."

This was the Shilla Hotel, and it wasn't her first time here. When she had been a guide for Zhao Fusheng and Fan Beibei, she had even met big shots like Lee Boo-jin here.

Frankly, Song Qian wasn't easily intimidated.

"Heh, you."

The man glanced at Song Qian, his eyes lighting up, then looked at Snowball: "Choi Jin-ri, did your company's director send you?"

Director?

Song Qian was startled, then frowned. She hadn't expected that a company director would be involved.

For a long time, there had been rumors that SM Entertainment, or indeed the entire Korean entertainment industry's agencies, forced actresses and idols to accompany clients for drinks.

Song Qian naturally hadn't known about it, but she hadn't expected to encounter it herself.

And clearly, it was happening to Snowball.

"Unnie, no, no, I didn't agree."

Snowball was clearly terrified. She quickly grabbed Song Qian's arm, her face pale, speaking in fright.

The man before her was the investor for the movie she had auditioned for today. At first, she hadn't understood what was going on, but after the audition, the company's agent hinted that the director's intention was that to get the role, she had to pay a price.

And it was a lead role!

Choi Jin-ri had been agonizing over it.

Her family was not well-off. She had two older brothers and a younger brother. Her parents had divorced and each started new families, all relying on her to become a star and support the family.

So now she was both frightened and conflicted.

This was no joke.

In Korea, children from truly wealthy families rarely became trainees or idols.

Occasionally one or two did, purely out of personal interest.

Most who chose to become trainees and debut as idols came from poor families.

For these people, after debuting, they had to support an entire family.

Cases like Choi Jin-ri's were everywhere.

This forced them to face a problem: when it came to their future, would they choose proud dignity or practical benefits?

Not everyone could be like Lee Hyori, who stayed popular for decades and ended up marrying a beast-like husband.

"Enough talk. Take them away."

The man wasn't one for idle chatter. He glanced at Choi Jin-ri, then looked Song Qian up and down, and waved to the men behind him.

"Director, one or two?"

The bodyguard behind him hesitated for a moment, then asked.

"Nonsense, of course two."

The man said irritably.

Song Qian was a trained dancer, with a pretty face and an excellent figure.

To a lecher like him, she was undoubtedly very attractive.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of both of you." The guy chuckled, addressing Song Qian and Choi Jin-ri.

Song Qian was stunned.

What was going on?

Although she had long known about certain shady practices in the Korean entertainment industry, she never imagined something like this would happen in broad daylight.

She had thought someone might intervene, but even the Shilla Hotel security, after recognizing the man, chose to back off.

Who the hell was this guy?

"I'll call the police!" Song Qian raised her phone and said to the man: "Leave now, or I'll call the police immediately."

"Call the police?"

The man was taken aback, then burst into laughter.

"Go ahead, call the police if you want."

The middle-aged man flashed a smug smile: "Do you believe that if the police commissioner saw me, he'd kneel down and beg for my forgiveness?"

Hearing this, Song Qian was dumbfounded.

This guy, causing trouble at the Shilla Hotel like this, was either crazy or truly had that kind of power.

As for Choi Jin-ri behind her, she was already in tears.

She knew that this time, no matter what, she couldn't escape.

With that thought, Choi Jin-ri stood up and said to the middle-aged man: "I'll go with you, but can you let my unnie go? She's Chinese, and this has nothing to do with her."

No matter what, she could bear the sin herself, but she couldn't drag Song Qian into it.

"Snowball!"

Song Qian quickly grabbed Choi Jin-ri.

As an older sister, seeing her protect herself by leaving with these bad guys, Song Qian's upbringing wouldn't allow it.

The man was somewhat surprised: "Chinese?"

He frowned, then chuckled: "No problem, I like foreigners. They have flavor."

At that moment, both Song Qian and Snowball's faces turned white.

And then, a gentle voice rang out.

"Song Qian, what is he saying?"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

Song Qian and the man almost simultaneously looked toward the source of the voice. Zhao Fusheng stood there, behind him two bodyguards and Liu Yiming.

"Mr. Zhao! Mr. Zhao!"

Song Qian was overjoyed!

Nothing could make her happier at that moment than meeting a fellow countryman from China.

Although she didn't know who was more powerful between Zhao Fusheng and the man before her, she felt that Zhao Fusheng, given his character, would never allow such a sordid thing to happen.

Seeing Song Qian's enthusiastic reaction, Zhao Fusheng touched his nose: "Am I that charming, Yiming?"

They hadn't seen each other for less than a year, but Song Qian's reaction was way too enthusiastic.

"Ahem, Chairman, I don't think so."

Liu Yiming was a bit embarrassed and said to Zhao Fusheng: "It seems that Miss Song and the girl behind her are being threatened."

"Oh?"

Zhao Fusheng was surprised, glanced at Liu Yiming, then carefully looked at Song Qian and the vaguely familiar girl behind her. Indeed, their reactions seemed just as Liu Yiming had said.

"What's going on?"

Zhao Fusheng's expression changed slightly. After all, he had called Song Qian over. If something happened, not only were they compatriots, but the responsibility alone would prevent him from turning a blind eye.

It was a matter of personal habit; Zhao Fusheng was that kind of person.

Since Song Qian had been called over by him, she was his person, and he was responsible for her safety.

"Come here."

Zhao Fusheng beckoned to Song Qian to come over to his side.

Song Qian quickly ran over, pulling Choi Jin-ri, and hid behind Zhao Fusheng.

"What happened?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Song Qian and asked.

"He's a bad guy. He wants to take us away." Song Qian pointed at the man.

"Oh?"

Zhao Fusheng's brow furrowed deeply as he coldly stared at the man.

"Who are you?"

The man looked suspiciously at Zhao Fusheng. Clearly, this suddenly appearing Chinese-speaking man knew the Chinese girl.

Moreover, judging by the bodyguards behind him, his status was not ordinary.

But so what?

This was Korea. His surname was Lee. Why should he care about a Chinese person?

With that thought, he coldly looked at Zhao Fusheng and said in Korean: "No matter who you are, get the hell out of Walkerhill now!"

"What did he say?"

Zhao Fusheng naturally didn't understand much, so he turned to Song Qian.

"He said no matter who you are, don't interfere, and leave immediately."

Song Qian translated dutifully.

She also knew that whether she could leave depended on Zhao Fusheng, so she tried to convey the other's tone as accurately as possible.

Zhao Fusheng sneered.

Although he wasn't very proficient in Korean, having watched some Korean dramas and movies in his previous life, he knew very well how to say "get the hell out."

Clearly, that guy had just cursed him.

Glancing at the man, Zhao Fusheng waved to the bodyguards behind him and said: "Old Wang, Old Li, let's go. If they try to stop us, fight!"

"Yes, Chairman."

The two bodyguards exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

In their view, the bodyguards behind that man were no match. Even though the opponents outnumbered them two to one, if it came to a fight, either of them could take down all four.

Chinese soldiers had never lost a fight.