Chapter 2357: A Simple Meal

Zhao Fusheng didn't intrude on Dong Chenxi's couple time, and not just because of their friendship.

He knew well that his presence was a bit easier for Dong Chenxi, but for Wu Sijie, his boss's authority was deeply ingrained.

That wasn't good news.

It wasn't that Wu Sijie was dissatisfied with him, but when facing him, he naturally lacked confidence.

This was fine under normal circumstances.

But if it happened in front of his girlfriend, it wouldn't be good.

Men care about face, and Zhao Fusheng didn't want to leave any blemish on their time together.

So he decided not to get involved.

After thinking it over, Zhao Fusheng called Song Qian.

They had previously agreed to have a meal together when they had time. Now that the wedding was over and he was about to return to China, he naturally had to treat her to dinner.

When Song Qian received Su Xinghe's call, she was attending an event.

That's how it was in South Korea: artists had very little room to maneuver. In a country of tens of millions, one percent of the population worked in this industry.

That proportion wasn't low.

Just imagine, walking down the street and bumping into artists filming shows or dramas—what a bizarre feeling that would be.

At least in China, that never happened.

In Zhao Fusheng's words, South Korea had too many artists, so they had little status.

Conversely, China had too many people and too few artists, so those artists strutted around, thinking they were something special.

If it ever got to the point of South Korea, see if any artist would dare to disregard the audience.

Not to mention the constant negative news reports.

Look at South Korean artists and celebrities: after negative news, they quietly retire or reflect at home.

But in China, they shamelessly come out to make money, treating the audience like idiots.

Only those stupid, brainwashed fans think their idols' minor mistakes should be forgiven.

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Seoul, TV station parking lot.

Unnie, I have some personal matters later. Can I leave early?

Song Qian asked her manager.

Today was her group's comeback stage. They had just finished the performance, and there were no more schedules. According to plan, they were supposed to go back to the company for practice.

But after receiving Zhao Fusheng's call, she had decided to meet him that evening.

Personal matters?

The manager looked at Song Qian with some surprise.

This person held a very special position in SM Entertainment now.

Since her debut, the manager had been specifically instructed.

In the entire f(x) group, the one to watch most closely wasn't the dual maknaes Choi Sulli and Jung Soojung, but this Chinese leader, stage name Victoria, Song Qian.

As the director who briefed her put it, if anything went wrong with this one, she'd be waiting to starve to death in South Korea!

She knew that director well—he was a confidant of CEO Kim Youngmin, usually arrogant even in front of Lee Sooman, but when talking about this, he was dead serious.

At first, she thought Song Qian was a relative of the director or connected to some big shot.

But over time, she found that this person seemed like an ordinary Chinese girl.

The only thing slightly special was that even Lee Sooman would smile when he saw Song Qian.

Also, although f(x) had only debuted two years ago, they had already landed several good endorsements.

And Song Qian, as the leader, had three or four endorsements herself, all specifically requested by the clients.

From this, the manager vaguely felt there must be some secret behind her.

Yeah, personal matters.

Song Qian thought for a moment and said to the manager, "It's an elder from back home. He came to see me."

Your elder?

The manager was surprised.

Yes, he's the brother-in-law of a friend of mine. He came to South Korea for a friend's wedding and stopped by to see me.

Song Qian said politely.

She naturally wouldn't tell her that the friend was still in elementary school, and that the brother-in-law had attended the wedding of Samsung's eldest princess, Lee Boo-jin.

Alright, I'll send an assistant to go with you.

The manager considered safety and said to Song Qian.

Okay.

Song Qian wanted to refuse but finally nodded in agreement.

She knew the manager meant well.

But the problem was, she knew too well that with Zhao Fusheng around, no one in South Korea would dare to harm her.

Last time at the Shilla Hotel, in front of her, Zhao Fusheng had even lectured a director from CJ Group, right in front of Chairman Lee Jae-hyun.

And this time, after arriving in South Korea, although he hadn't appeared publicly, Samsung's reports had mentioned that Future Group Chairman Zhao Fusheng personally attended Lee Boo-jin's wedding and had a cordial exchange with Samsung Group Chairman Lee Kun-hee.

Listen—his exchange partner was Lee Kun-hee!

As an idol debuting in South Korea, Song Qian knew too well what Lee Kun-hee and Samsung meant to Koreans.

To put it bluntly, if Samsung wanted someone to disappear in South Korea, it would take little effort.

Whether you were a popular idol or a top artist, it was all the same.

Alright, go ahead.

Seeing Song Qian nod, the manager said no more.

She was relatively at ease with this Chinese leader.

Watching the manager drive away, Song Qian got into another car, with only the assistant inside.

Oppa, thank you for your hard work.

Song Qian said to the assistant.

That was her nature—she was always gentle with everyone.

No problem.

The assistant, named Song Daeryong, was familiar with Song Qian: "Where to, Victoria?"

The Shilla Hotel.

Song Qian said with a smile.

Huh?

Song Daeryong was surprised and glanced at Song Qian.

He hadn't expected that Song Qian's elder would be staying there.

My elder isn't staying there. He's treating me to dinner there.

Song Qian explained, "He has a place in Seoul, but it's not convenient for me to go there."

Indeed, it wasn't convenient. Zhao Fusheng lived in the most bustling area of Seoul, and Song Qian thought that if she, as an artist, went to Gangnam, she might be recognized and cause trouble.

It was better to go to the Shilla Hotel, at least it was Lee Boo-jin's turf, so she didn't have to worry about being seen by reporters.

Although Song Daeryong had some doubts, he started the car and headed toward the Shilla Hotel.