Chapter 2147: Nothing to Worry About

For Zhao Fusheng, Dong Chenxi's arrival made him much more relaxed.

At the very least, he no longer had to personally handle negotiations with someone like Lee Boo-jin.

You see, even Liang Jingyu and Wu Sijie were somewhat lacking in qualifications to negotiate with Lee Boo-jin, after all, they were only heads of subsidiaries under the Future Group.

Although, in fact, the scale of Hanxing Investment was already considerable.

But Dong Chenxi was different.

Officially, she was the general manager of Future Investment, which held the most important and valuable wealth under Zhao Fusheng. Privately, she had been a friend of Zhao Fusheng for ten years, and everyone throughout the Future Group knew that what she said carried the same weight as what Zhao Fusheng said.

"Let's start our break."

After seeing off Dong Chenxi, Zhao Fusheng smiled at Liu Yiming, who had just walked in.

Liu Yiming was taken aback, somewhat puzzled, clearly not understanding Zhao Fusheng's meaning.

Zhao Fusheng laughed and waved his hand: "You, inform Ms. Lee Boo-jin that the upcoming negotiations will be between Miss Dong and her. I won't be participating, understand?"

"Ah, okay."

Liu Yiming finally came to his senses; it turned out the boss intended to wash his hands of the matter.

...

...

A real man must keep his word.

Having said he would not get involved in anything, Zhao Fusheng truly did not get involved in anything.

Early the next morning, he left the hotel with his bodyguards.

That's right!

He didn't bring Liu Yiming.

The reason was simple: he had Liu Yiming deliver the previous materials to Dong Chenxi and give her a detailed briefing on recent events in South Korea, including those concerning Hanjin Shipping.

"Boss, where are we going?"

The head of the bodyguards, surnamed Ma, also a veteran, looked at Zhao Fusheng leaving cheerfully and asked with some concern.

"Just wandering around."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said: "It's fine. The four of you are with me, and no one knows me here. It's perfectly safe."

He meant it.

It was different from back home. Although there was a language barrier, occasionally meeting someone who could speak English allowed him to ask for directions. More importantly, Koreans and Chinese were both of the yellow race, so Zhao Fusheng didn't have to worry about being targeted specifically.

As long as he didn't speak, others couldn't guess his nationality.

"Alright then."

Old Ma smiled wryly and nodded.

He had been with Zhao Fusheng for quite some time and naturally knew his boss's temperament.

Sometimes Zhao Fusheng was very easygoing, the kind of person who didn't like to trouble others.

But at other times, his mind would be filled with strange ideas that he insisted on putting into practice.

That was quite frustrating.

For example, right now, Zhao Fusheng felt perfectly safe and insisted on going out. But in fact, in the bodyguards' view, he wasn't that safe.

The problem was, he was the boss, and since he had this idea, they had to follow him out.

Fortunately, this was South Korea. The bodyguards from Hanxing Investment all had gun permits. After arriving in South Korea, Old Ma and the others had specially applied for weapons.

Even though they were rubber bullets, that was enough for them.

Nodding to a few companions, Old Ma signaled them to raise the alert to the highest level, and the group left the hotel.

"No need to be so tense."

Zhao Fusheng, sitting in the back seat, said to the bodyguard beside him: "How about we go check out Gangnam District in Seoul?"

"Boss, this is Gangnam District..."

Old Ma's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly to Zhao Fusheng.

"Ah?"

Zhao Fusheng was instantly embarrassed and chuckled: "I really didn't know that."

He truly didn't know. He had thought the place he was staying was far from the bustling Gangnam District, only to learn just now that this was Gangnam.

Ahem...

"Where do you plan to go?"

Old Ma suppressed a smile and asked Zhao Fusheng.

To be honest, they rarely saw their boss at a loss, and seeing it once was quite amusing.

As people close to Zhao Fusheng, they actually admired him even more.

You see, most young people, or successful individuals around thirty, often had some bad habits, like a fondness for beautiful women and luxury cars, or a tendency to squander money.

But Zhao Fusheng had none of that.

From the start of his career to the present, countless beautiful women had surrounded him, yet he had never crossed the line, and he had no bad habits.

Even when he spent money, it was always on his family.

The clothes he wore, if not bought by Fan Baobao, were just a few sets that the bodyguards bought for him when they went out—costing a few hundred yuan each, never caring about luxury or extravagance.

His only hobby was probably making money.

As it turned out, that was a very good habit, especially for a man.

...

...

Seoul's area was actually not large; strictly speaking, it was equivalent to a provincial capital city in China.

And Gangnam District was undoubtedly the most prosperous area in all of Seoul.

I don't know about other places, but at least in South Korea, the wealthy didn't bother with mystery. As long as they lived in South Korea, as long as they lived in Seoul, even the Samsung Lee family rested in some luxury residence in Gangnam District.

There was no helping it. South Korea was that small; the land area prevented the rich from living in the countryside, so there were only so many prime locations.

In this regard, it couldn't compare with large countries like China or the United States, which had vast territories. If someone was truly rich, they could live wherever they wanted, like Zhao Fusheng, who simply bought an island to live on.

Although South Korea also had islands, it was still somewhat impractical for the wealthy to buy one for themselves to live on.

"Chairman, where are we going?"

Old Ma, sitting in the car, asked Zhao Fusheng.

They had been wandering around Gangnam for half an hour, and Zhao Fusheng still hadn't said to stop.

"Hmm, I don't know either."

Zhao Fusheng said with a wry smile: "How about we go to SM and ask Song Qian?"

He had few friends in South Korea, and Song Qian was undoubtedly the most suitable person.

"Alright."

Old Ma nodded, having no objections, and drove towards SM Entertainment.

But when they arrived at SM, they were told Song Qian wasn't there.

"They said Miss Song and her group are about to debut and went out to shoot an MV."

Old Ma got the answer at the front desk, came out, and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Debut?

Zhao Fusheng was startled; he hadn't expected that. He had heard before that Song Qian was going to debut as an idol, but he didn't think it would be so soon.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on Zhao Fusheng's lips; he was somewhat looking forward to it.

"Chairman, Miss Song isn't here. Where should we go?"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent and lost in thought, Old Ma asked him helplessly.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "It's fine. Let's just wander around a bit."

As he spoke, he noticed a large crowd of men gathered at the entrance of SM and asked curiously: "What are they doing?"

"Fan support, probably."

Old Ma said a rare thing: "I think I saw them holding signs with female celebrities' names just now."

"Fangirls and fanboys."

Zhao Fusheng laughed.

He finally understood.

At that moment, two vans slowly approached from a distance. The fans originally gathered at the entrance instantly became excited, as if injected with adrenaline, shouting slogans and crowding around.

"Are they that excited?"

Old Ma was taken aback and said with some surprise.

"You don't understand. This is called fan culture."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand and said with a smile: "They treat celebrities like their lovers, very devoted. Look at those guys, how excited they are."

"...Can't understand."

At Old Ma's age, of course, he couldn't understand such things. In his view, it was purely out of boredom—why not stay home, work, or study hard?

Even studying hard would be fine. Chasing celebrities and even waiting at the company entrance was just idle.