Chapter 2358: Shocked

Seoul is actually not that big, after all, South Korea's land area is limited.

The only somewhat troublesome issue is actually the traffic jams.

Fortunately, Song Dalong had worked as an assistant at SM Entertainment for many years and was fairly familiar with Seoul's traffic. He took some detours and soon arrived at the destination.

In the parking lot of the Shilla Hotel, Song Dalong stopped the car and looked at Song Qian in the back seat: "Do you want me to go up with you?"

After all, he was the assistant sent by the agent, and his purpose was to accompany Song Qian.

Song Qian thought for a moment: "Sure."

She wasn't stupid, naturally understanding the agent's intention.

To put it bluntly, the agent was worried she might encounter bad people.

After all, as a female idol in this circle, she would always face all kinds of troubles.

She herself was fine; thanks to Zhao Fusheng's connections before, although SM Entertainment didn't explicitly take care of her, many things were quietly blocked behind the scenes.

In Kim Young-min's words, what SM Entertainment could handle on its own, it would handle.

What it couldn't handle, it would seek help from Hanxing Investment.

Not to mention anything else, in the small world of the Korean entertainment industry, there really wasn't any trouble that Hanxing Investment couldn't solve.

But for these grassroots staff, they didn't know that much.

Song Dalong was just a driver and assistant. The agent told him to send Song Qian to the Shilla Hotel, so he naturally had to see with his own eyes who she was dining with.

"Let me make a call."

Song Qian said to Song Dalong.

Soon, she dialed Zhao Fusheng's number.

"Brother Zhao, my company assigned me an assistant. Can I bring him in with me?"

Song Qian said very politely.

She had always called Zhao Fusheng Chairman or Sir, but Zhao Fusheng felt that since she was Beibei's friend, it was inappropriate for her to address him that way, so he asked her to call him Brother.

"Assistant?"

Zhao Fusheng sat in the car, frowned slightly, but still nodded: "Alright, I'll arrange for someone to pick you up."

He was still on the road, so there was no rush.

Song Qian naturally had no objections. She told Zhao Fusheng her location and hung up the phone.

"All done?"

Song Dalong asked somewhat surprised.

He didn't understand Chinese, so naturally he didn't know what Song Qian had said to Zhao Fusheng.

But he could roughly understand her intention, after all, her tone clearly indicated she was asking something.

"Yes, he said it's fine, and someone will come out to pick us up soon."

Song Qian replied with a smile.

Regardless, Zhao Fusheng was the host and she was the guest—she understood that principle.

It's often said that the guest should follow the host's arrangements; this is a rule passed down by our ancestors for thousands of years.

But ten minutes later, Song Dalong was dumbfounded.

Right before his eyes, a team of men in black appeared in the parking lot.

Then, an old man in a suit, exuding an air of authority, emerged.

"Hello, Miss Song Qian. We meet again."

The other party said in Korean.

"Oh, by the way, I should call you Miss Victoria now, right?"

The old man was very polite, but judging by the attitude of those around him, Song Dalong knew clearly that this was no ordinary lobby manager or the like.

No kidding!

Even if he were a lobby manager, he would be the lobby manager of the Shilla Hotel, definitely not someone someone like him could provoke.

And the next moment, Song Qian's address to that man made Song Dalong almost cry out.

"Director Kim, long time no see. Sorry to trouble you."

Song Qian said to the man very politely.

This man was a trusted aide of Lee Boo-jin; she had seen him before when she had dinner with Zhao Fusheng.

"Miss Victoria, you're too kind. You are President Zhao's guest, and thus a VIP of our Shilla Hotel. The eldest daughter has already instructed that today, whatever you need, we will fulfill it."

Director Kim looked amiable, a smile always on his face.

He spoke lightly, but in Song Dalong's heart, waves were crashing.

As an assistant at an entertainment company like SM, Song Dalong was naturally no naive fool; he knew full well who owned the Shilla Hotel.

And this old man before him was actually a director of the Shilla Hotel!

Moreover, the 'eldest daughter' he mentioned was likely the legendary Samsung's eldest princess, Lee Boo-jin!

Oh my god!

Who on earth was that relative of Victoria's?

From the tone, the other party was even a chairman!

A chairman!

In Korea, anyone called 'chairman' inherently implied a certain economic strength.

Not to mention being treated so respectfully by a director of the Shilla Hotel—his status must be extraordinary.

As it turned out, he was not wrong.

Soon, under Director Kim's guidance, Song Qian and he were led into a private room.

"Miss Victoria, please wait here a moment. President Zhao will arrive shortly."

Director Kim said to Song Qian.

"Okay, thank you for your trouble."

Song Qian was very polite.

She knew well that the other party's courtesy toward her was purely out of respect for Zhao Fusheng.

After all, he was a genuine business partner of Lee Boo-jin.

In a sense, she was basking in Zhao Fusheng's reflected glory to receive such treatment.

Otherwise, in Korean society, she was not unaware of the status of idols.

Not to mention these wealthy and powerful figures; even ordinary Koreans had distinctly different attitudes toward idols and actors.

To put it bluntly, in their eyes, idols were just young people who didn't take their work seriously.

Sitting in the private room, Song Dalong felt somewhat uneasy.

"Victoria, what exactly does that relative of yours do?"

After hesitating, Song Dalong still asked Song Qian in a low voice.

Song Qian thought for a moment and decided not to hide it from him, since hiding it was impossible anyway.

"Brother Dalong, do you know Hanxing Investment?"

Song Qian asked him.

"Ah?"

Song Dalong was startled, then asked instinctively: "You mean the Hanxing Investment that co-invests in movies with CJ, one of our company's shareholders?"

"Yes."

Song Qian nodded: "That relative of mine is the boss of Hanxing Investment."

"That's not right."

Song Dalong said suspiciously: "I've heard people mention that the representative director of Hanxing Investment used to be surnamed Liang, a Chinese. Now it's a Wu, also Chinese, said to be the former secretary of the chairman of a huge Chinese conglomerate..."

Before he finished speaking, he froze.

Because he suddenly thought of something.

The girl before him, stage name Victoria, real name Song Qian, was from China.

And that big boss of Hanxing Investment was apparently also Chinese.

Could it be... that person!