Chapter 1700: Lee Byung-hun

At the entrance of the barbecue restaurant, a group of people stood there, shouting loudly at the bitter-faced owner.

Why won't you let us in?

Are you blind? Can't you see who this is?

Open your eyes and look!

Whatever they paid you, we'll pay double!

This was what Wu Sijie heard after coming out.

Of course, he couldn't understand the language; he inferred it from their body language.

Brother Wu, they...

At that moment, Song Qian also followed out, and the moment she saw the group, she froze.

What's going on?

Wu Sijie asked Song Qian curiously, "You know them?"

It's Senior Lee Byung-hun!

Song Qian quickly said to Wu Sijie, "He's a very famous actor in Korea."

Actor?

Wu Sijie was startled, somewhat surprised, and frowned as he looked at the group who were clearly drunk.

On a normal day, it might have been fine, but today Zhao Fusheng was treating a group of trainees to a meal, and the owner had said he didn't want to be disturbed.

Since that was the case, there was no reason to let them in.

Moreover, they were just a bunch of entertainment industry people; in Wu Sijie's eyes, they really didn't amount to much.

As Zhao Fusheng's assistant, he only considered Zhao Fusheng's feelings. As for others?

Heh, to be honest, if they were Chinese artists, Wu Sijie might have hesitated, worrying whether his actions would displease his boss.

But for Korean artists, Wu Sijie felt that even if he had the bodyguards drive them away, his boss wouldn't say much.

Tell the boss, and make them leave. Inform them that the place is booked by us today." Wu Sijie thought for a moment and said to Song Qian.

Song Qian nodded and started speaking rapidly to the barbecue restaurant owner.

A bitter smile appeared on the barbecue restaurant owner's face. Clearly, he was in a very conflicted state. After all, the people opposite were actors. Normally, if he received such guests, he might even get a photo with them, which would attract many customers later.

But the problem was that the restaurant had already been booked for the day, and the customer had paid a good amount.

What can be done now?

"I'm sorry, really sorry."

Helpless, the owner of the barbecue restaurant had no choice but to bow to Lee Byung-hun and his group, hoping they would leave.

"You!"

A man beside Lee Byung-hun looked at the owner and said loudly, "We are customers. What right do you have to refuse us entry?"

"I'm truly sorry, but the restaurant has been booked by someone else. I..." the owner said apologetically.

"Who?"

The man's eyes widened, then he glanced at Song Qian: "Was it you?"

Song Qian quickly bowed and said in broken Korean, "Hello, senior. I'm having a gathering with friends. I'm really sorry."

In her haste, she misspoke, giving the impression that she and her friends had booked the entire restaurant.

"Gathering? Senior?"

Lee Byung-hun, who had been standing there silently, narrowed his eyes, looked Song Qian up and down, and a faint, enigmatic smile appeared on his lips.

He was a top actor in South Korea, having even made it to Hollywood, where he had appeared in several films—though not as a lead, he played important supporting roles.

Moreover, he had started his own agency, with several promising artists under him.

In short, like Blind Bae, he was among the most successful in the Korean acting circle.

He had returned to Korea to handle some personal matters, meeting up with a few friends. They had been drinking since noon, then went to sing karaoke, and finally came to the barbecue restaurant.

But unexpectedly, they were turned away at the door!

Still, he was lucky to run into such a beautiful junior.

"You, which agency are you from?" Lee Byung-hun spoke slowly, addressing Song Qian.

The seniority system in the Korean entertainment industry is strict. As a senior asked a question, a junior must answer properly.

"Hello, Senior Lee Byung-hun. I'm a trainee at SM Entertainment," Song Qian replied respectfully, not daring to be careless.

She didn't think much of it. Though she didn't know what he meant, as an ordinary trainee facing a major senior like Lee Byung-hun, she didn't have the nerve to ignore his question.

"Ah, a disciple of Mr. Lee Soo-man."

Lee Byung-hun laughed, feeling much more at ease. Just an ordinary trainee—if she were a protégé that Lee Soo-man truly valued, he might need to be cautious, but a mere trainee? He could manipulate her however he pleased.

"Give us two rooms, and have your companions come pour us drinks."

Lee Byung-hun waved his hand dismissively and began to stride into the restaurant.

In his view, this was only natural. When had juniors ever been allowed to put on airs in front of seniors? And to dare block his way? How audacious!

But the next moment, he was stopped by someone.

The one who stopped him was, of course, Wu Sijie.

What a joke!

Wu Sijie now wished he could kick the guy out. Who the hell did he think he was, blabbering on and on and trying to walk in without even looking at who the owner was.

"Do you understand English?"

Wu Sijie casually asked Li Bingxian.

"Huh?"

Li Bingxian was startled and instinctively looked at Wu Sijie.

"Good, you understand." Wu Sijie breathed a sigh of relief and said to Li Bingxian in English: "Mr. Li, this restaurant has been booked by my boss today. Please dine elsewhere. Sorry."

"What?"

Li Bingxian was stunned and looked at Wu Sijie in surprise: "What did you say?"

"I said, you are not welcome here!"

Wu Sijie was losing patience and didn't want to waste words with Li Bingxian. He directly drove them away: "Please leave."

"You!"

Li Bingxian was furious and stared coldly at Wu Sijie: "You'd better be clear about who you're talking to!"

"I think that's what I should say to you." Wu Sijie ignored him and instead said to Chen Zhen, who had just come out to check: "Old Chen, stop them. I'll go ask the chairman."

"Okay."

Chen Zhen nodded, crossed his arms, and stood there coldly watching Li Bingxian and the others.

Li Bingxian and his group exchanged glances. Although Chen Zhen was alone, his aura clearly showed he was not someone to mess with. For a moment, they dared not act rashly.

Wu Sijie had already returned to Zhao Fusheng and said to him: "Chairman, it's an actor named Li Bingxian insisting on barging in..."

"Li Bingxian?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned slightly, then said indifferently: "Tell him to get lost!"

Just an actor. To be honest, Zhao Fusheng didn't care about a Korean actor, even if Li Bingxian was a Best Actor.

"Okay."

Wu Sijie nodded, didn't say much, and turned to go out.

He wasn't surprised at all. In Zhao Fusheng's eyes, only big shots in Korea mattered. A mere Best Actor acting all high and mighty—how did he not know how he'd die?

If it weren't for Fan Beibei and the girls, Zhao Fusheng would have just had Chen Zhen and the others drive them out directly, without all this nonsense.

Wu Sijie walked outside and said to Chen Zhen: "The boss said to tell him to get lost!"

Chen Zhen nodded and said to his companion beside him: "Let's move!"

"Hey hey hey! What are you doing? What are you doing?" Li Bingxian and the others were dumbfounded. Without a word, they were being driven out. What was going on?

A group of film industry people, facing Chen Zhen and his men, naturally had no power to resist and were quickly thrown out.

Chen Zhen and his men didn't waste words. After driving them out, they said nothing more and simply stood at the door, coldly watching Li Bingxian and the others.

"This bastard!"

Li Bingxian was furious. As a Best Actor, he had never encountered such a thing—being directly thrown out. These damn guys were crazy!

Gritting his teeth, he looked at his agent.

The agent had worked with Li Bingxian for years and naturally understood his temper. Without a word, he pulled out his phone and stepped aside to make a call.

Zhao Fusheng, of course, knew nothing of this. He sat in the private room, continuing to chat with the girls and coaxing Fan Beibei to eat vegetables.

As for other matters, he didn't care at all.

After driving them away, Wu Sijie returned to the private room and said softly to Zhao Fusheng: "Chairman, maybe we should..."

"It's fine."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Just be careful. A bunch of entertainers can't cause any trouble."

Wu Sijie paused, then laughed.

He also thought Zhao Fusheng was right.

In this corner of Korea, whether entertainers or police, as long as they were Korean, they would kneel before the power of wealth.

The reason was simple: this was a society where money reigned supreme.

As long as you had money, you could do anything without restraint, even kill.

"Brother, I'm full!" Fan Beibei looked up at Zhao Fusheng and said.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Alright, how about some fruit?"

Barbecue was greasy, and eating some fruit after a meal would always make one feel better.

"Mr. Zhao, you are so good to your sister."

Soojung watched Zhao Fusheng carefully take care of Fan Beibei, full of envy.

Hearing her words, Zhao Fusheng laughed and waved his hand: "What can I do? I've raised her since she was little; I'm used to it."

"If my sister were like you, I wouldn't be so pitiful." Soojung said with a grimace: "She always steals my allowance. I'm so pitiful!"

Zhao Fusheng laughed. It seemed she and her sister had a good relationship too; otherwise, she wouldn't have a smile on her face when she said that.