Chapter 1693: Tour Guide

To be honest, if it weren't for his absolute confidence in Zhao Fusheng's character, Wu Sijie would have suspected that Zhao Fusheng had taken a liking to that girl named Song Qian.

After all, the girl was quite attractive—fair-skinned, beautiful, with long legs, big eyes, and a good figure. She was said to have practiced dance and had great flexibility.

Wu Sijie felt that if the boss knew what he was thinking, he would definitely kick him to death.

"A girl like that, it's not easy for her in Korea."

Zhao Fusheng said lightly, "We're both Chinese. If we can help, we should."

That was his true feeling. For Zhao Fusheng, the distance between him and Song Qian was too great, so great that he couldn't possibly have any thoughts about her.

He wouldn't even dare to get involved with a seductress like Scarlett Johansson who threw herself at him, let alone a girl as innocent as Song Qian.

Of course, Song Qian wasn't completely naive. Before coming to Korea, she had dated someone, and for the sake of her dreams, she had given up love.

Wu Sijie nodded in agreement and then returned to his room to rest.

Zhao Fusheng looked around. Fan Beibei was still sleeping. He thought for a moment, then turned on the TV, lowered the volume, and watched Korean variety shows. Though he couldn't understand the language, he was familiar with the performers.

After all, in his previous life, the Korean Wave had swept through China, with all kinds of Korean variety shows and dramas becoming popular. Most of the actors and entertainers from those shows were now on the rise.

"Yoo Jae-suk? Kim Jong-kook? Ah, no, Kim Jong-kook..." Zhao Fusheng watched the show, matching the names he remembered with the faces, and found it quite amusing.

Time passed quickly. Fan Beibei slept for a long time and didn't wake until evening. The group didn't go out to eat but instead stayed at the Walkerhill Hotel for dinner.

For dinner, they didn't have Chinese food but Korean food. Though the kimchi and such weren't very enjoyable, it was still better than the so-called authentic Chinese food here.

Speaking of which, Zhao Fusheng really admired the taste buds of foreigners. The chef here must have graduated from a cooking school like Lanxiang. The dishes he made, if served in China, would definitely get the chef beaten up by customers. But those foreigners ate them with relish, enjoying them thoroughly, and the prices were ridiculously high. It was quite speechless.

"Brother, it's not good..."

Little Fan Beibei pouted while eating the Korean food.

"Haha, then how about we go out for barbecue?"

Zhao Fusheng couldn't bear to see the little girl unhappy. After thinking for a moment, he said to Fan Beibei.

He doted on her too much and couldn't stand to see her even slightly upset.

"Yes, yes!"

The little girl clapped her hands, full of excitement.

For a child, eating something delicious was a happy thing. As for other matters, she didn't really understand.

"Um, Chairman." Wu Sijie said helplessly, "Actually, we don't need to go out."

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng was startled and looked up at Wu Sijie: "Ahem, what do you mean?"

"Literally."

Wu Sijie said to his boss helplessly: "This is Walkerhill, Chairman. Whatever you want to eat, they can prepare it for us."

Zhao Fusheng: "..."

To be honest, if it weren't for the little girl beside him, Zhao Fusheng would have really wanted to knock on Wu Sijie's head.

This guy was too hateful. He knew about this but didn't tell him in advance, causing him to lose face in front of the little girl.

"Ahem..." Wu Sijie coughed dryly and quickly got up to find the manager to arrange things.

Soon, Zhao Fusheng and the others were reassigned to a room, and this time, they had barbecue.

"So delicious!"

Eating the meat Zhao Fusheng had grilled for her, Fan Beibei looked delighted and was very happy.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "If it's good, eat a bit more, but not too much. We still have to go out and play tomorrow, okay?"

"Mm-hmm, I know." The little girl nodded seriously.

After all, she was already eleven. Though still a child, she understood many things.

But having been well protected by Zhao Fusheng since childhood, Fan Beibei was indeed a bit naive compared to many of her peers.

Yet under the current circumstances, both she and those around her felt she had the right to be.

"You all eat more too."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Wu Sijie, Chen Zhen, and the others.

"Thank you for the treat, Chairman."

Wu Sijie and the others laughed and said.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly. Wu Sijie was becoming more and more casual, daring to say anything.

But he actually enjoyed this atmosphere. At least the employees weren't hostile or overly formal with him. Since they worked together, even though he was their boss, Zhao Fusheng felt there was no need to be too serious.

...

...

Early the next morning, when Zhao Fusheng and Wu Sijie came downstairs, Song Qian had already been waiting in the lobby for a long time.

"You haven't been waiting here for hours, have you?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at Song Qian, who was dressed in casual clothes and looked tired: "Are you in any condition to do this?"

"No, it's fine."

Song Qian quickly shook her head and bowed to Zhao Fusheng: "Could you give me a moment?"

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing. I need to go to the restroom." Song Qian bowed to Zhao Fusheng again.

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Zhao Fusheng looked helpless and then said: "Even though this is Korea, you don't have to keep bowing. I'm Chinese, I don't care about that."

That was his true feeling. For Zhao Fusheng, he actually disliked this Korean custom. On the surface, it seemed polite, but in reality, the whole of Korea was filled with hypocrisy.

This wasn't a joke. The extremely hypocritical relationships among Koreans permeated their social life.

Whether between family members or friends, it was the same.

These Koreans truly mastered the art of smiling to your face while cursing you in their hearts. Zhao Fusheng admitted he couldn't match that.

At the very least, he couldn't be so cold-blooded.

It could only be said that people are different. At least, Chinese people and Korean people are different.

Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Song Qian nodded gratefully and headed to the restroom.

Soon, a few minutes later, when she returned to Zhao Fusheng, she looked refreshed, much better than before.

"Stayed up late last night?"

Zhao Fusheng said casually with a smile.

"I was practicing dance." Song Qian answered honestly.

She now knew that this was no ordinary big shot. Yesterday, after returning to the dormitory, the manager in charge of contact had directly taken her to the representative's office.

Even when she was recruited by SM Entertainment, Song Qian had never seen a big shot like Kim Young-min.

But in the representative's office, she not only met Kim Young-min but also Lee Soo-man and several other company directors, all looking as if they were facing a major threat, yet treating her quite kindly.

Song Qian never expected that the usually stern director Lee Soo-man would look at her kindly and ask her what relationship she had with this Mr. Zhao.

"He said he wanted to tour Seoul and asked me to be his translator and tour guide..." Song Qian answered honestly in front of the group of SM bigwigs.

In the end, the answer she got was that she didn't need to go to the company for practice recently and should focus on accompanying this Mr. Zhao.

Not only that, the company even said her practice allowance would be paid as usual.

This news completely surprised Song Qian.

"What did the company say?"

Zhao Fusheng asked Song Qian as he walked outside.

"Um, they said I don't need to practice and should be a good tour guide for you these days." Song Qian quickly answered cautiously.

"Hmm, it seems Lee Soo-man is quite smart." Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

Then he glanced at Song Qian: "Don't be nervous. I'm not a bad person. I just happen to own some shares in your company."

As he spoke, he stopped and said to Fan Beibei, who was holding his hand: "Beibei, this pretty sister will be with us for a few days, okay?"

"What about you?"

Fan Beibei blinked and asked curiously.

"Brother will be with you too." Zhao Fusheng smiled and said softly: "Pretty sister will be our tour guide. If you want to eat something, tell her, and she'll help you buy it, okay?"

"Okay!"

Fan Beibei nodded happily and then looked at Song Qian: "Hello, sister."

"Ah, hello." Song Qian was a bit surprised but still nodded.

She wasn't stupid. A girl who could come to Seoul alone to become a trainee couldn't be an innocent fool. Whether it was for the love of singing or the pursuit of dreams, having given up a boyfriend of several years, her inner resilience and strength were beyond ordinary understanding.

Similarly, Song Qian was well aware that if this mysterious man were just an ordinary shareholder of SM as he claimed, Director Lee Soo-man and Representative Kim Young-min wouldn't have spoken to her so kindly last night, even hinting that she must accompany him well.

In the end, it was likely that this person's shares had reached a level where they could influence SM's stock price.

Or perhaps, this was a big shot that SM couldn't afford to offend, which was why they were so cautious in dealing with him, afraid that any inadequate hospitality might provoke his displeasure.

Song Qian understood this clearly.

But she was even more curious about who this Mr. Zhao really was and why he made Lee Soo-man and the others so wary of him.