Chapter 1608: Uninvited Guest

In business negotiations, most of the time, everyone tries to appear as reserved as possible.

Rarely does someone like Zhao Fusheng come along and lay the cards on the table so directly.

"This..."

Lee Boo-jin hesitated, looking at Zhao Fusheng, but did not immediately answer his question.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "Sister Boo-jin, I have a good impression of you, so I hope we can become friends."

Lee Boo-jin was taken aback, looking at Zhao Fusheng with some surprise, not expecting him to say such a thing.

"What, is it strange?"

Zhao Fusheng, seeing Lee Boo-jin's reaction, smiled and asked.

Lee Boo-jin nodded honestly: "To be honest, I didn't expect you to be so candid."

"We have an old saying in China: 'When friends come, we have fine wine; when wolves come, we have shotguns!'" Zhao Fusheng said calmly to Lee Boo-jin. "To me, Sister Boo-jin, you are a friend. So I don't think it's necessary to beat around the bush with you."

He paused, then shrugged: "Although I'm not exactly poor, compared to Samsung, especially here in South Korea, I don't think you need to be so polite with me, do you?"

Lee Boo-jin burst out laughing.

She laughed beautifully, starting softly, then growing louder, gradually losing control, bending over with laughter.

Zhao Fusheng looked helpless. Although they were at the Shilla Hotel with few people around, did Sister Lee really think it was okay for a Samsung heiress to laugh so freely?

But there was nothing he could do—the hotel was hers, so he couldn't say much, and had to let Lee Boo-jin laugh.

After a long while, Lee Boo-jin finally stopped her bizarre fit of laughter, looked up at Zhao Fusheng, and said seriously: "Fusheng, you really surprise me."

"Surprise?"

Zhao Fusheng raised an eyebrow, somewhat puzzled.

"Yes."

Lee Boo-jin nodded: "You see, since I was a child, the most I've been taught is never to be sincere with people, because if I am, I'll lose a lot."

Zhao Fusheng was silent; he could actually understand what Lee Boo-jin meant.

Many times, people envy the wealthy lives of those from prominent families, because they have fine clothes and food, and can get whatever they want without worry.

But life in a wealthy family is not all smooth sailing.

Not to mention anything else, in a family like Samsung's Lee family, even a one percent change in shares would trigger huge speculation from the outside, let alone the fact that that one percent could be worth billions of dollars.

Sincerity?

Hah, it doesn't exist.

Someone like Lee Boo-jin, even when making friends, would at least choose children from wealthy families; otherwise, how could an ordinary child become friends with the Samsung heiress?

It's the same logic as marrying a poor boy.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng silent, Lee Boo-jin smiled: "But seriously, you don't seem like a super-rich person at all."

That was her true feeling. She had originally thought Zhao Fusheng would be a deep and calculating person, but after interacting with him, she felt that he didn't have that superior attitude deep down; it was as if he never saw himself as a tycoon.

Even Lee Boo-jin had to marvel at that.

Some people are clearly very rich but act like ordinary people. And some people are clearly ordinary but desperately try to act like the rich.

"Money, I've always thought, is just a number." Zhao Fusheng shrugged and said calmly: "If a person becomes a slave to money, then life is very hard. The purpose of working hard and making money should be to make life easier and more enjoyable, shouldn't it?"

Clearly, Lee Boo-jin was hearing this kind of chicken soup for the first time. She blinked and was speechless for a long time.

Looking at her beautiful face, Zhao Fusheng sighed inwardly. To be honest, he had a good impression of Miss Lee, but he knew very well that their acquaintance was not deep, and he could only say so much.

Otherwise, he would have liked to advise Lee Boo-jin to quickly divorce that scumbag Im Woo-jae, to avoid having to pay tens of billions of won in alimony a few years later.

That's right, when Lee Boo-jin divorced ten years later, she paid Im Woo-jae nearly ten billion won in settlement fees, and even then, the guy wasn't satisfied, thinking he got too little.

He never considered that, without marrying Lee Boo-jin, with his lack of background, connections, and education as a bodyguard, how could he have become the vice president of Samsung Electro-Mechanics, studied abroad, and achieved success?

Many times, after succeeding, people attribute all their achievements to themselves and forget the help of others.

"You really are..."

After a long while, Lee Boo-jin shook her head helplessly. Zhao Fusheng's words made sense, but she felt that a woman in her thirties being lectured by a young man under thirty was a bit strange.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "Let's be straightforward. Sister Boo-jin, do you want to cooperate with me?"

Lee Boo-jin nodded frankly: "Yes, I know you have shares in Alibaba, Twitter, and Facebook. I hope to cooperate with you."

Zhao Fusheng was about to speak when a commotion came from behind.

"Let me through, you bastards!"

Someone was cursing in Korean.

Zhao Fusheng understood this because, although he didn't know Korean, he knew the meaning of the word 'shibal' in Korean.

Lee Boo-jin's face darkened as she saw who it was.

Soon, a middle-aged man appeared before Zhao Fusheng, walking hurriedly.

"Who are you?"

The man asked Zhao Fusheng rudely.

Rudely, because his tone was clearly not that of a normal conversation.

Zhao Fusheng frowned and looked at Lee Boo-jin.

He was Lee Boo-jin's guest; who was this guy barging in so brazenly?

Lee Boo-jin looked quite embarrassed. She was hosting Zhao Fusheng, and now someone had barged in to interrupt just as they were about to get down to business. Now the conversation had stalled.

Taking a deep breath, she began speaking in Korean with the man.

Watching the two jabbering away, Zhao Fusheng frowned deeply. He now regretted not bringing Park Sun-young as his interpreter; otherwise, he wouldn't be unable to understand what they were saying.

There are two kinds of creatures in this world that are hardest to deal with: beautiful women and scheming women. And a beautiful, scheming woman is undoubtedly quite terrifying.

Fortunately, in Zhao Fusheng's view, Lee Boo-jin hadn't reached that level of scheming.

At least at this moment, she was behaving more like a normal person.

"This guy..."

Watching the two communicate, Zhao Fusheng frowned and stepped back a few paces.

Although he couldn't understand what they were saying, he didn't think they were chatting about everyday things. Have you ever seen anyone chat with such red faces and thick necks?

Besides, the fact that the man had broken through all the security at the Shilla Hotel to reach Lee Boo-jin and himself proved that he must be one of Lee Boo-jin's own people.

Putting it all together, Zhao Fusheng had already vaguely guessed the man's identity.

Ten to one, it was Im Woo-jae.

Yes, Lee Boo-jin's husband.

When it came to a couple's affairs, Zhao Fusheng felt he should keep his distance.

In fact, he was not wrong; the newcomer was indeed Lee Boo-jin's husband, Im Woo-jae.

But Zhao Fusheng could never have imagined what Lee Boo-jin and her husband were discussing at that moment.

Or rather, if Zhao Fusheng had known, he probably wouldn't have stepped back but instead would have punched Im Woo-jae in the face, letting him know the anger of a Chinese man!