Chapter 1611: Busan International Film Festival

Why were ancient emperors called 'lonely widowers'?

The reason is simple: because they were all lonely.

This so-called loneliness does not refer to something spiritual, but rather to the fact that when they considered matters, they had to be absolutely rational, unable to mix in亲情 or other emotions.

Imperial power was undoubtedly the most important thing for an emperor!

Just like Lee Kun-hee, who fought with his father, his siblings, for decades to obtain the position of Samsung chairman, like a solitary emperor, finally becoming the economic leader of South Korea.

In this process, what he lost exceeded ordinary imagination.

But he did not regret it.

He who wants to wear the crown must bear its weight; to achieve success, one must have the determination to overcome all difficulties and become a solitary figure.

Therefore, even though Lee Boo-jin was his own daughter, Lee Kun-hee still did not fully trust her words, but let her first negotiate cooperation with Zhao Fusheng herself.

In other words, even if there were losses, it would be Lee Boo-jin's own affair.

This might seem heartless, but for a corporate manager, it was the best choice.

"Father..."

Lee Boo-jin looked at Lee Kun-hee, her expression unchanged.

Clearly, she was already accustomed to her father's way of handling things.

Or rather, this was what Lee Kun-hee had taught them, his children, since childhood.

"Alright, go ahead."

Lee Kun-hee waved his hand, as if unwilling to say more. Lee Boo-jin had no choice but to take her leave.

But when she walked out of the mansion, her expression was quite good.

After all, her father today had truly surprised her: first agreeing to her divorce request, then agreeing to her cooperation with Zhao Fusheng. Although there was suspicion that she was being used as a scout, Lee Boo-jin was still quite surprised inside.

It seemed the old man knew about this Zhao Fusheng.

Inside the Lee mansion, Lee Kun-hee sat there, his expression calm.

"Chairman, regarding the eldest daughter's divorce..."

As his chief secretary, Park Sung-woong naturally had to take the initiative to ask the boss what to do.

"Instruct them to handle it quickly and not let Im Woo-jae cause trouble for Boo-jin," Lee Kun-hee said indifferently.

He paused, seemed to consider for a moment, and casually said, "Tell Im Woo-jae I can give him two billion won to emigrate with his parents. He must never return to South Korea; otherwise, the day he sets foot in Korea will be his death."

"Yes."

Park Sung-woong nodded and bowed in agreement.

As the chairman of Samsung, Lee Kun-hee naturally had such authority.

"Also, have someone investigate this Zhao Fusheng," Lee Kun-hee continued. "Although I don't find what Boo-jin said strange, I still want to know what this young man's background is."

"Yes, Chairman."

Park Sung-woong nodded, turned around, and went to arrange what Lee Kun-hee had instructed.

Sitting in his chair, Lee Kun-hee let out a long sigh. At his age, having the younger generation die before the older was undoubtedly a huge blow. Coupled with being constantly watched by certain figures in South Korean politics, Samsung's days were not as easy as they appeared from the outside.

So, if there was an opportunity to divert others' attention, he was willing to do so.

He just didn't know if that Zhao Fusheng had such ability.

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If Zhao Fusheng knew that the Samsung chairman had such high expectations of him, he would surely laugh to himself.

He had never thought of becoming anyone's lifeline. For him, Samsung was just a partner. After all, with the Future Group's development to this day, seeking new directions was an inevitable result.

And South Korea was undoubtedly the first stop in Zhao Fusheng's layout.

To be honest, at the beginning, he did not regard Samsung as his primary target but instead thought of joining forces with Lee Jae-hyun of CJ Group.

But unexpectedly, things developed in a surprising direction.

So far, the person most likely to become his partner was Lee Boo-jin, the eldest daughter of Samsung.

However, for Zhao Fusheng, he was in no hurry to meet Lee Boo-jin, because his most important task now was to wait for Liang Jingyu to dispose of all the land held by Hanxing Investment.

To be honest, although Zhao Fusheng said it didn't matter, he actually cared quite a bit about a business that could earn hundreds of billions of won.

Of course, waiting aside, Zhao Fusheng still had to attend the Busan International Film Festival.

Then Zhao Fusheng was in for a miserable time.

"Hey, how come I feel they all look alike..."

Sitting in the car, Zhao Fusheng looked at Jiang Wen, who was dressed like a groom going to a wedding, scanning the faces of actresses walking the red carpet outside, and said helplessly to Jiang Wen.

Jiang Wen curled his lip: "Don't you know what the most developed industry is here in South Korea?"

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then understood Jiang Wen's meaning.

In South Korea, the most developed industry was plastic surgery.

In his previous life, he always heard that the entertainment industry in South Korea was rife with plastic surgery, whether actors or idol singers, they all had some modifications done to themselves.

At that time, Zhao Fusheng didn't take it seriously, but now it seemed it wasn't unfounded.

At the very least, he had just seen several entertainers whose faces had clearly been cut, with obvious traces of surgery, and their smiles were so fake...

"Alright, it's my turn."

Jiang Wen said to Zhao Fusheng, "I'll walk the red carpet; you go in from the side first."

Zhao Fusheng was not in the entertainment industry, so naturally he wasn't qualified to walk the red carpet.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and let Park Sun-young accompany him through the backstage into the main venue of the film festival.

Thanks to his connections with Bong Joon-ho and Jiang Wen, getting a visitor pass was no problem.

Entering the venue, in a short while, Zhao Fusheng saw several celebrities he recognized, including those who had attended the banquet that day. Song Yoon-ah and Sol Kyung-gu were also there, and when they saw Zhao Fusheng, they came over to express their gratitude.

"You're welcome."

Zhao Fusheng said to Sol Kyung-gu and Song Yoon-ah, "You are both excellent actors. I hope to see more of your works in the future."

He hadn't saved them expecting any return, at most just to enhance his own prestige.

After Park Sun-young translated, Song Yoon-ah and Sol Kyung-gu expressed their gratitude, bowed repeatedly, exchanged pleasantries, and then took their leave.

After a while, others came to greet him, and Zhao Fusheng still greeted them with a smile.

For a moment, he became the center of attention.

After all, one after another, top actors like Best Actor and Best Actress winners came to greet him, and he was a unfamiliar face. Many people were guessing what his identity was.

Could he be the son of some domestic conglomerate family?

At that thought, the eyes of several actresses lit up!

After all, South Korea and China were similar; actresses also wanted a good归宿. For example, the South Korean actress who starred in "My Sassy Girl" chose to marry into a family worth hundreds of billions of won at the height of her popularity.

Speaking of which, although that actress was later praised for her acting skills and looks, Zhao Fusheng really didn't see anything special about her. It could only be said that her behind-the-scenes team was impressive.

"Chairman, maybe we should move to another place to rest?"

Seeing more and more people coming to greet them, including strangers, Park Sun-young quickly said to Zhao Fusheng in a low voice.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and nodded: "Alright, let's go to the lounge first."

He also realized that these people had other intentions; once he got involved with them, who knew what kind of news would come out.

As for the integrity of these entertainment industry people, especially actresses, Zhao Fusheng had no hope at all.

These people would do anything to become popular and famous.

The group arrived at a lounge. Hu Donghai and his men guarded the door, and no one came to disturb Zhao Fusheng and the others anymore.