Chapter 1606: Little Calculations

Zhao Fusheng took Park Sun-young, Hu Donghai, and the others shopping for an entire afternoon, buying a large pile of things before returning to the residence.

"Miss Park, what do you think of this house?"

Sitting on the sofa, Zhao Fusheng asked Park Sun-young.

"Uh, this house... of course it's very good."

Park Sun-young looked bewildered, but still nodded and said, "To be honest, your investment vision is truly excellent."

As a member of the Hanxing Investment secretariat, she naturally knew that Hanxing Investment had purchased quite a few properties in South Korea. Although they were now preparing to sell them all, Park Sun-young knew that Hanxing Investment had made a lot of money.

And as the decision-maker, Zhao Fusheng was undoubtedly someone Park Sun-young deeply admired.

This was from the heart; having such a boss was something to be quite proud of.

"Heh, what do you think about converting this building into apartments?"

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and said to Park Sun-young.

"Apartments?"

Park Sun-young was momentarily stunned, then her eyes lit up.

It had to be said, Zhao Fusheng's idea was quite creative.

"What do you think? If we convert this building into apartments, quite a few people would rent, right?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Park Sun-young and asked with a smile.

Park Sun-young nodded: "Yes, housing prices in Seoul are too high, especially in Gangnam District. Ordinary people simply can't afford to buy."

This was the truth.

In South Korea, houses are very luxurious items; not everyone can afford to buy a house in Seoul, so most people choose to rent.

And renting in South Korea is divided into two types: jeonse and monthly rent.

What does jeonse mean?

It means the tenant gives the landlord a lump sum of money—of course, the amount is substantial—and then can live in the house. The landlord can use that money for business or other purposes. The tenant can stay for an unlimited time, and when they move out, the landlord returns the full deposit.

Monthly rent is just like our usual renting: you pay month by month.

If, as Zhao Fusheng suggested, they converted the building they were currently living in into apartments for rent, it would definitely generate a considerable income.

"Make arrangements. Notify Hanxing Investment that this building is not to be sold."

Zhao Fusheng instructed Park Sun-young.

Park Sun-young nodded, got up, and left to call Hanxing Investment.

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In the afternoon, Zhao Fusheng received a call from Lee Boo-jin.

Although Zhao Fusheng hadn't left his contact information with her at the time, with the energy of Samsung's eldest princess, finding Zhao Fusheng's number was not difficult.

The location was still the Shilla Hotel, but the dining place had been changed to the hotel's best private room.

"This is my private room. Usually, when friends come over, we dine here."

Lee Boo-jin said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, looked around, and then said, "Very nice environment. It seems you really like this place, Ms. Lee."

"You flatter me, Chairman Zhao."

Lee Boo-jin smiled.

Both were exceptionally shrewd individuals. Although they had formed a good connection yesterday, they both knew very well that the other was not on the same path as them yet. To get on the same boat, they would need to show more sincerity.

Especially Lee Boo-jin. In Zhao Fusheng's view, this eldest daughter of Samsung was clearly intent on reaching a cooperation with him. Otherwise, why would she go out of her way to entertain him so warmly?

Zhao Fusheng didn't think she was being so warm because she found him handsome.

The eldest princess of Samsung could find any kind of man she wanted.

Moreover, this was a woman who married for love.

"These are our hotel's specialty Korean dishes. Please try them."

Soon, a waiter served the dishes to the two. Lee Boo-jin personally introduced each one to Zhao Fusheng; they were all Shilla Hotel's specialty Korean cuisine.

Although Zhao Fusheng didn't particularly like it, out of politeness, he sampled each one.

To be honest, the taste was passable. But when it came to fine dining, Zhao Fusheng could only say that perhaps he was accustomed to Chinese cuisine and not used to foreign food, so it felt average.

After several rounds of drinks and various dishes,

Zhao Fusheng put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said to Lee Boo-jin, "Thank you for your hospitality, Ms. Lee. It was really good."

Lee Boo-jin smiled: "Chairman Zhao, no need to be so formal. I'm a few years older than you, so you can call me Noona Boo-jin."

"Ah?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then laughed: "Alright, Noona Boo-jin, you can call me Fusheng."

Regardless, since she was willing to show goodwill, Zhao Fusheng couldn't exactly keep her at arm's length.

He wasn't at that point yet; only a madman would refuse the goodwill of Samsung's eldest daughter.

In life, no one can be without enemies or friends, not even Zhao Fusheng.

Even knowing that such a relationship might be superficial, as an adult, one still needs to maintain some such connections. After all, more friends mean more paths, even if they aren't true friends—at least don't make them enemies.

"Care to take a walk with me?"

Seeing that Zhao Fusheng had finished eating, Lee Boo-jin asked him.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded: "Sure."

The two stood up and walked outside, each followed by a group of bodyguards.

Even though they were at the Shilla Hotel, which was Lee Boo-jin's territory, neither she nor Zhao Fusheng let their guards down.

Safety first; being cautious never hurts.

"Fusheng, what do you think of the future prospects of the South Korean economy?"

Strolling through the Shilla Hotel's garden, Lee Boo-jin's first question caught Zhao Fusheng off guard.

The eldest daughter of the Samsung Group, the heir of the Shilla Hotel, was asking him, a Chinese man, about his views on the future development of the South Korean economy. It seemed a bit odd no matter how he thought about it.

But seeing Lee Boo-jin's serious expression, she wasn't joking. It seemed she genuinely hoped to hear something from him.

After thinking it over, Zhao Fusheng said, "I think that in the next few years, South Korea's economic development might not be as rapid as before."

In fact, he didn't have a deep impression of South Korea's economic development. In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng was an advertising man, not an economist. How would he know about the development situation in South Korea?

He only occasionally read newspapers or news on social media to learn that South Korea's development wasn't going so well. But he didn't really know where the problems lay.

The era of the scholar knowing the world's affairs without leaving home was long gone. In today's society, if a person is poorly informed, it's easy to become disconnected from the entire world.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Lee Boo-jin frowned slightly, then sighed.

Zhao Fusheng's heart stirred. Had he guessed right?

Little did he know, he had not only guessed right but also coincided with Lee Boo-jin's own thoughts.

Lee Boo-jin didn't speak, and Zhao Fusheng didn't take the initiative to talk either. The two walked side by side along the path.

After a long while, Lee Boo-jin suddenly said, "Fusheng, do you think it would be better for me to start investing in the internet industry from now on?"

Here it comes!

Zhao Fusheng laughed inwardly but kept a straight face, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Lee Boo-jin: "Noona Boo-jin, what do you have in mind?"

"I don't know either."

Lee Boo-jin smiled bitterly and shook her head: "I just feel that the domestic economic situation isn't very good. If I invest my money domestically, it might be better to invest in the internet."

"Why not invest in real estate?"

Zhao Fusheng asked casually.

Hearing this question, Lee Boo-jin gave Zhao Fusheng a knowing smile: "Oh? Are you so bullish on real estate?"

"The real estate industry in China is developing quite well. I see housing prices in South Korea are also very high," Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

"Is that so?"

Lee Boo-jin smiled charmingly, looking at Zhao Fusheng meaningfully: "But I've received news that Hanxing Investment is selling off its land and properties."

The most awkward thing in the world is probably like this.