Chapter 2035 The Boss's Thoughts

Wu Sijie and Liang Jingyu were well aware that Zhao Fusheng actually trusted them.

But precisely because of this, they understood all the more.

They needed to be cautious in word and deed, to make no mistakes.

“Investigate which other chaebols, besides Hyundai, are colluding with the Lee family.”

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment, then said to Wu Sijie and Liang Jingyu.

“Chairman!”

Liang Jingyu was startled, looking at Zhao Fusheng with some surprise.

He had been in Korea longer than Wu Sijie and naturally understood the situation better.

Therefore, on certain issues, Liang Jingyu reacted faster than Wu Sijie.

The moment Zhao Fusheng uttered that sentence, he suddenly guessed a possibility, and his face showed utter astonishment.

If that were really the case, then his boss was ruthless enough!

No!

To be precise, it was the two old foxes, Lee Meng-hee and Lee Kun-hee, plus the boss, a young fox—all exceptionally ruthless.

“Investigate first; we’ll talk later.”

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Liang Jingyu and said with a smile.

“Alright.”

Liang Jingyu dared not say more; he pulled Wu Sijie and left Zhao Fusheng’s room.

Once outside, Wu Sijie was still puzzled: “What’s wrong? What were you about to say to the chairman?”

After arriving in Korea, the two had developed a good relationship.

Work was work, but as senior executives of the Future Group, they supported each other.

“I was thinking, what if—just what if—the chairman’s target isn’t Samsung or CJ, but Hyundai or another company?”

“Huh?”

Wu Sijie was taken aback and was about to retort, but when he thought it over carefully, he was dumbfounded.

Come to think of it, that was a real possibility!

Wu Sijie, who had served as Zhao Fusheng’s secretary for several years, knew his boss’s character all too well.

This boss of theirs loved to play by his own rules.

Others might not, but Zhao Fusheng often did things that most people considered utterly impossible.

For instance, standing up for Song Qian and Choi Jin-ri—others might think such things were normal in the entertainment industry; after all, if you wanted to be famous, you had to pay a price.

You can’t have your cake and eat it too.

But in Zhao Fusheng’s worldview, he believed that was wrong.

Since it was wrong, it needed to be corrected; it had to be dealt with.

Though unconventional, that was Zhao Fusheng’s nature.

If you thought along those lines, then Liang Jingyu’s words were indeed highly plausible.

“See? Got it now?”

Seeing Wu Sijie’s expression, Liang Jingyu knew he understood.

Wu Sijie smiled bitterly and nodded: “Got it.”

Often, some things aren’t hard to understand, but some people just don’t get it—not because they lack reason, but because a leaf before the eye blocks Mount Tai; they simply don’t react in time before things happen.

Like Wu Sijie now.

He hadn’t thought much of it at first, but with Liang Jingyu’s reminder, he quickly grasped what was really going on.

“What do we do?”

Wu Sijie looked at Liang Jingyu and asked.

“Investigate, of course.”

Liang Jingyu thought for a moment and said to Wu Sijie: “Deploy all our people, find out everything. Also, prepare the company’s funds. I think the chairman might be planning something big this time.”

“Yeah, given his personality, it’s possible.”

Wu Sijie nodded.

After all, he had been by Zhao Fusheng’s side for quite some time; from a certain perspective, he knew his boss’s temperament well.

Naturally, he knew that this boss never acted unless necessary, but when he did, it was with overwhelming force.

It was really those people’s bad luck to be targeted by a capital shark like Zhao Fusheng.

This time, they would be lucky to escape with their skin intact.

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Zhao Fusheng naturally didn’t know what Liang Jingyu and Wu Sijie discussed after leaving; he had merely assigned his task, and the rest was for them to figure out.

Sitting in his room, Zhao Fusheng tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair.

Tap, tap, in a steady rhythm.

“Chairman, Ms. Lee Boo-jin wanted to see you, but I said you were busy.”

Liu Yiming entered and said respectfully to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: “For the next few days, I’m not seeing anyone, no matter who.”

“Alright.”

Liu Yiming readily agreed.

He could tell that his boss intended to wait and see how things played out.

After all, with such an incident, the next move in Korea, in a sense, was in Zhao Fusheng’s hands.

Many things in this world begin with a chance trigger.

The one who pulls the trigger doesn’t know what storm they will unleash.

If Lee Jae-jin had known what impact his momentary impulse would have on Korea’s economic landscape, he would probably have died rather than indulge his uncontrollable lower half.

But unfortunately, he didn’t know.

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Time passed quickly; in recent years, Hanxing Investment had developed quite smoothly in Korea.

At the very least, when a company of that scale went all out to gather information, things went very smoothly.

Without much effort, Liang Jingyu and Wu Sijie obtained some information.

“Chairman, please take a look.”

In the Hanxing Investment office, Liang Jingyu handed a document to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, took the document, and began reading.

After a long while, his expression grew increasingly complex.

“We didn’t expect so many people to be secretly in contact with the Lee family.”

Wu Sijie said helplessly: “Almost all the major Korean chaebols are involved. Except for Lotte, the others have all been in covert contact with the Lee family.”

“Hmm, a storm is brewing.”

Zhao Fusheng finished reading the document, said flatly, and tossed it onto the desk.

“So, what are your thoughts?”

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Wu Sijie: “You go first.”

Wu Sijie didn’t stand on ceremony and said directly: “I think we could also consider choosing a side.”

After a moment’s thought, he said: “Why don’t you, Chairman, when you meet Lee Meng-hee and Lee Kun-hee, propose that we join forces with them?”

“Oh?”

Zhao Fusheng raised an eyebrow: “You seem quite confident in those two old foxes.”

Wu Sijie chuckled: “It’s not confidence; it’s just that I think people like them wouldn’t easily give up. So I suspect the rumors that the Lee family has lost control are deliberately spread by them.”

There was a rumor outside that the current situation at Samsung and CJ was initially a setup by Lee Kun-hee and Lee Meng-hee to select the next generation of family heirs.

But unexpectedly, the scheme grew too big, and the younger generation of the Lee family, dissatisfied with being controlled by their elders, wanted to turn fiction into reality and completely sideline Lee Kun-hee and Lee Meng-hee.

That was why the other chaebols chose to intervene.

Because they believed this story.

Wu Sijie’s reasoning was clear: an old tiger still has its might. In this situation, rather than siding with the second-largest, it might be better to support the two old foxes, Lee Kun-hee and Lee Meng-hee, and perhaps reap unexpected gains.

Zhao Fusheng nodded noncommittally, then looked at Liang Jingyu: “What about you? What do you say?”

“I think it’s too early.”

Liang Jingyu thought for a moment and said to Zhao Fusheng: “Actually, we can wait a bit longer.”

“Wait longer?”

Wu Sijie clearly disagreed with Liang Jingyu: “How much longer can we wait? If we wait any longer, once the other side makes a move, we might miss the opportunity.”

Liang Jingyu shook his head stubbornly: “That’s still better than taking a risky side.”

The two clearly had a disagreement on this matter.

“Alright, stop putting on a double act for me.”

Zhao Fusheng looked at them and said helplessly: “Do you really think I don’t know what you’re up to?”

Exactly!

Those two were deliberately putting on this show of disagreement for their boss.

Otherwise, Zhao Fusheng didn’t believe they couldn’t see the pros and cons.

The essence of business is the pursuit of profit.

And the way to pursue profit is either through cooperation or confrontation.

Whether it was Hanxing Investment, Samsung, CJ Group, or the other Korean chaebols, in the end, it all came down to the word “profit.”

How Zhao Fusheng chose didn’t really matter; what mattered was that his choice had to bring benefits to the company.

Even if the company was his own and not publicly traded.

But as long as it was an enterprise, its purpose was naturally to make a profit.

No one goes into business to lose money.

That wouldn’t be a person; that would be a fool.

Like the R&D department working 160 hours a week without overtime pay, with all the blame shifted to HR—is that believable?

Without tacit approval from higher-ups, could such a thing happen?

Moreover, even after exposure, the matter fizzled out—that in itself said something.

Never trust a businessman’s integrity.

Heroes are never manufactured; Zhao Fusheng had always firmly believed that.