Chapter 2148: Sightseeing

Zhao Fusheng had a bit of understanding of Korean fan culture.

Korean fan culture—calling it crazy wouldn't be an exaggeration.

In his memory, Korean fans would do anything for their idols, even cutting their wrists or attempting suicide; it was common. Some even went so far as to openly slander other artists.

They even sent razor blades to artists they disliked.

This was a common occurrence in Korean fan circles.

They called it anti-culture.

"Chairman, let's just go."

Old Ma said helplessly to Zhao Fusheng.

To be honest, those boys shouting slogans as if brainwashed really rubbed him the wrong way. If they were his sons, he'd shave their heads and throw them into the military.

Within a year, they'd surely become real men.

"Let's go."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Old Ma.

The car slowly started moving, ready to go forward, when suddenly a burst of shouts came from not far away.

Then, a large group of girls rushed over!

"What's going on?"

Old Ma and Zhao Fusheng were both startled.

Then they saw those girls, holding a bunch of eggs from who knows where, throwing them at the girls who had just stepped out of a van.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Because the distance was quite far, in fact, what they threw basically didn't hit anyone.

But it still hit the car.

What did this mean?

Old Ma looked utterly bewildered.

Zhao Fusheng, however, seemed thoughtful.

Perhaps these were fans of some other boy band?

The answer was obvious: boy bands had female fans, and girl bands had male fans—that was the reality for most Korean idol groups.

"Stay far away."

Without a second word, Zhao Fusheng instructed Old Ma.

These people were too fierce!

They looked like they wanted to eat someone.

"Okay."

Old Ma naturally had no objection; he stepped on the brake and quickly left the place.

Sitting in the car, Zhao Fusheng said idly, "Song Qian isn't here, and we don't even have a guide. That's a bit troublesome."

Old Ma rolled his eyes, feeling exhausted from talking with Zhao Fusheng.

This boss—sometimes he was admirably brilliant, but other times he was utterly exasperating.

"Forget it, let's just wander around on our own."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Old Ma, "Do you know where the TV station in Korea is?"

"TV station?"

Old Ma blinked, looking completely baffled: "Chairman, what are you going to do at the TV station?"

"To watch the fun."

Zhao Fusheng said matter-of-factly, "Besides the TV station, what other place is more lively?"

"..."

Old Ma no longer wanted to speak.

He felt that if he kept talking, he might lose his grip on the steering wheel.

Seeing Old Ma's look of utter despair, Zhao Fusheng smiled and stopped teasing him. Instead, he took out his phone and dialed Song Qian's number.

Song Qian had left him her phone number before—it was from the last time he came and asked her to be a guide. He didn't know if she had changed it.

“Beep, beep, beep…”

After a series of rings, the phone was quickly picked up on the other end.

It was a man.

“Annyeonghaseyo…”

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback. It was Korean.

After a moment's thought, he understood. It seemed to be Song Qian's agent or something, since she was about to debut and should be making final preparations.

“Hello, I'm a friend of Song Qian,” Zhao Fusheng quickly said in English.

Song Qian?

Although the agent didn't understand English, he could still recognize the name Song Qian. Besides, this was Song Qian's phone. After a moment's thought, he took the phone to the filming location.

“Song Qian, your phone.”

The agent shouted to Song Qian, who was in the middle of filming.

It wasn't that he hadn't considered hanging up, but Song Qian's status at SM Entertainment was no secret.

Rumor had it that she had a very close relationship with the company's major shareholder from China, and even CEO Kim Young-min and Lee Soo-man were unwilling to offend her.

It was said that person was a super-rich Chinese billionaire, worth trillions of won, or even more!

This news was no secret within the company.

Some even swore that Choi Jin-ri had been about to be sexually exploited, but because she met Song Qian, the CJ Group director who tried to exploit her had his legs broken.

This rumor was detailed and vivid, making everyone in the company fear Song Qian.

Even a CJ Group director had suffered misfortune, let alone a nobody like him.

“What's going on!”

His shout interrupted the normal filming of the MV. The director looked at the agent with great displeasure: “Are you crazy?”

In South Korea, the profession of director held considerable status.

Whether music directors or film and TV directors, they were always quite rude to agents of idols.

The director was about to explode and curse.

After all, he was someone SM had gone to great lengths to invite.

The agent quickly went over and bowed: “I'm so sorry, Director, but Song Qian needs to take a call, just one, it'll be quick.”

In such situations, the agent had to take the blame.

Song Qian was also a bit confused at this point. She walked over, first bowed to the director with an apology, then took the phone.

“Hello, who is this?”

“It's me.”

Zhao Fusheng's voice came through.

“Sir, how is it you?”

Song Qian was greatly surprised.

She had been puzzled when the agent said the caller spoke English, never expecting it to be Zhao Fusheng.

“Where are you filming?”

Zhao Fusheng asked with a smile.

“It's near Yeouido,” Song Qian explained. “Are you in Korea?”

Obviously, if he weren't in Korea, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't have asked her that.

“Yeah, I'll come see you.”

Zhao Fusheng chuckled, asked for the address, and hung up.

After putting down the phone, Song Qian grew a bit nervous.

“Song Qian, what's wrong?” The agent didn't understand Chinese, but Song Qian had clearly been excited just now. What was going on? Could it really be that big shot?

Song Qian gave a wry smile: “Oppa, I think you'd better call the company.”

“What?”

The agent was bewildered, looking at her in confusion. Clearly, Song Qian's words were beyond his comprehension.

“Um, do you remember the incident a while ago when the TVXQ oppas got hurt?”

Song Qian glanced helplessly at the agent and said cautiously.

“Ah, I know. I heard that Shim Changmin had a screw loose and got into a conflict with some big shot at the airport. That big shot made a casual phone call, and as a result…”

The agent didn't think much and blurted it out, but as he spoke, he froze…