Chapter 1749: Sudden News

Zheng Yao looked at Zhao Fusheng with a face full of contempt.

"Think about it, if I needed cash, I could just call you, right? There's no need to pledge shares."

Ah?

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

Zheng Yao's words actually made a lot of sense.

Given his relationship with her, if she needed money, she wouldn't need to pledge equity or anything; she could just borrow from him directly.

As for stock trading, any company under the Future Group that went public would have a high stock price.

With such convenience, she really didn't need to do anything.

It's often said that a leaf can block one's view of Mount Tai; Zhao Fusheng's behavior just now did seem quite foolish.

"By the way, there's something I need to tell you."

Seeing that Zhao Fusheng had understood her meaning, Zheng Yao looked at him and spoke.

"What is it?"

Zhao Fusheng was a bit puzzled; there didn't seem to be any major issues with the company lately.

"Someone wants to meet you."

Zheng Yao said with a smile.

"Meet me?"

Zhao Fusheng was somewhat surprised and casually asked, "Does Dong Chenxi know that I set up her boyfriend?"

"No."

Zheng Yao was amused by Zhao Fusheng's words and laughed despite herself: "She already knows that guy's true colors, but she said she can't deal with you and told Wu Sijie to look out for himself."

Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily, shrugged, and said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter, as long as she's happy. As for Wu Sijie, just leave him alive to do my work."

Zheng Yao was speechless, completely unable to criticize the behavior of this unscrupulous boss.

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But why did she also find it amusing?

"Who is it, then?"

Since it wasn't Dong Chenxi causing trouble, Zhao Fusheng grew curious. Could it be a business partner?

But logically, if someone contacted him through Zheng Yao, they probably weren't that familiar; otherwise, they would have called him directly.

"It's Lee Meng-hee."

Zheng Yao said slowly to Zhao Fusheng.

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng was startled, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

Lee Meng-hee was designated as the heir to the Samsung Group in the 1960s, but lost Lee Byung-chul's favor after Samsung's fertilizer plant smuggled fifty-six tons of chemical raw materials from Japan in 1966.

Afterward, Lee Meng-hee inherited Cheil Jedang and established his own business; Cheil Jedang was later renamed CJ Group, currently managed by Lee Meng-hee's eldest son, Lee Jae-hyun.

Lee Meng-hee currently lives alone in the capital. He is both the eldest son of Chairman Lee Byung-chul and the father of current CJ Group Chairman Lee Jae-hyun. In the past, he served as vice chairman of Samsung Electronics and showed willingness to participate in management; he was also selected as the successor to the Samsung Group.

But in the succession process for Samsung Group's management rights, he lost to his younger brother Lee Kun-hee and has since ceased external activities, earning the nickname 'the hermit crown prince.'

Someone like that actually wants to see him.

"What does he want?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned and asked Zheng Yao.

"He didn't say," Zheng Yao replied. "He just sent a message through an intermediary, saying he hopes you can find time to meet and chat."

She paused, then said to Zhao Fusheng, "Is it troublesome?"

A meeting?

Zhao Fusheng sat there without speaking for a long time. Finally, he said to Zheng Yao, "Wait a moment. Let me think it over carefully."

"Is that the reply?"

Zheng Yao asked Zhao Fusheng with some surprise.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Yes, just reply to him like that."

In his view, this was perfectly normal. Since the other party chose to take the initiative to meet him, they must have the patience to wait. If they weren't even willing to wait, what was the point of any cooperation?

Of course, cooperation wasn't guaranteed, but at least the basic attitude and sincerity had to be shown.

"Alright, I understand."

Zheng Yao nodded and said no more.

She knew the gravity of this matter. Especially given that the Future Group was currently cooperating with Samsung, rashly contacting Lee Meng-hee would involve great risk, potentially angering Lee Kun-hee and affecting the company's cooperation with Samsung.

So even Zheng Yao herself dared not make any decisions for Zhao Fusheng at this moment.

Although she often made unilateral decisions on many development strategies for the Future Group, when it came to the company's overall direction, she was well aware that Zhao Fusheng had the final say.

After all, Zhao Fusheng was the one whose word carried the most weight in the Future Group.

Zheng Yao left, and the office fell silent. Zhao Fusheng sat quietly, his mind wandering.

To be honest, he was hesitating.

Or rather, at this moment, Zhao Fusheng was in a state mixed with surprise and astonishment.

The reason was simple: he really hadn't expected that Lee Meng-hee would contact him.

Zhao Fusheng was not familiar with Samsung's former crown prince; most of the time, he only heard news about him.

Legend had it that this man lived in seclusion, rarely appeared in public, and was mostly very mysterious.

But no one dared to underestimate him, after all, he had once come close to becoming the ruler of the Samsung empire, and even to this day, he still made Lee Kun-hee extremely wary.

Even if he was just an old man in poor health suffering from diabetes.

For that reason alone, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but be cautious of Lee Meng-hee.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng let out a long breath, picked up the phone, and dialed Wu Sijie's number.

"Chairman, you're looking for me."

Wu Sijie was a bit puzzled; he was handling matters at the house as Zhao Fusheng had instructed, so why had the call come?

"Take your time with the house matters."

Zhao Fusheng said slowly, "Arrange for someone to investigate something."

"Go ahead."

Wu Sijie quickly nodded.

He knew very well that if Zhao Fusheng was calling him personally, it must be something extremely important; otherwise, he wouldn't need to be so cautious.

"Look into Lee Meng-hee's recent situation," Zhao Fusheng said slowly. "Be careful and discreet, don't let him find out. If possible, check who he's been in contact with recently."

"No problem."

Wu Sijie nodded repeatedly.

As the chairman's assistant, this was part of his duties, and investigating a Korean in the capital, even if he was Samsung's former heir, was not difficult in Wu Sijie's view.

After handing the matter over to Wu Sijie, Zhao Fusheng finally put down the phone.

Sitting on the sofa, his expression did not relax much.

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng firmly believed in the saying, "Those not of our race are bound to have different hearts."

He had always thought these foreigners were unreliable, very unreliable!

Take this matter for example: if he agreed to meet Lee Meng-hee and someone leaked the news to Lee Kun-hee, what then?

Or perhaps this itself was a test from either Lee Kun-hee or Lee Meng-hee—how should he respond?

Just thinking about it gave Zhao Fusheng a headache.

"Maybe I shouldn't meet him?"

He muttered to himself, then thought it over and rejected the idea.

The reason was simple: although CJ Group was not as large as Samsung in South Korea, its influence in the film and television cultural industry was still significant. In other words, since Zhao Fusheng wanted to establish a presence in South Korea's cultural and entertainment industry, he couldn't avoid dealing with CJ Group.

If he really offended them, they could easily cause trouble behind his back, which would be a very unpleasant thing.

There was no helping it; Future Film had shallow roots in South Korea, and Zhao Fusheng really didn't want to make enemies easily.

Although it might seem not so tough, a bit cowardly, he cared more about the outcome.

If he really went to war with the Koreans, the losses would be real money.

For no reason, Zhao Fusheng felt he shouldn't quarrel with money.

He had no grudge against money.

Only a madman would refuse to make money and instead offend people.

Was Zhao Fusheng a madman?

Of course not.

So Zhao Fusheng would choose the most beneficial path for himself.

It might be very utilitarian, but Zhao Fusheng thought it was normal.

Because neither Lee Kun-hee nor Lee Meng-hee would show him mercy just because he acted kindly; in that case, who was he showing kindness to?

Perhaps the kinder he appeared, the more they would happily mock him for being foolish.

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After thinking in the office all afternoon, Zhao Fusheng still hadn't made a final decision.

In the end, he decided to wait a little longer.

He would wait for Wu Sijie's investigation results before deciding whether to meet Lee Meng-hee.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng decided that even if he did meet the other party, he would notify Lee Kun-hee's side in advance to see his reaction.

Wasn't it just probing back and forth? Who didn't know how to play that game!

If Lee Kun-hee dared to probe him, he would dare to repay him in kind.

This thought remained firm until he left the company.

"Chairman, where to?"

Sitting in the car, Chen Zhen asked Zhao Fusheng softly.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment: "Let's go home."

Originally, he had planned to check on the investment company and Future Technology today, but now his mind was full of Lee Meng-hee's request to meet him, and he had no interest in doing anything else.

Since that was the case, he might as well cancel the trip to Future Investment.

"Okay, I understand."

Chen Zhen nodded, thought for a moment, and sent a message to Wu Sijie informing him that the chairman was going home.

Upon receiving Chen Zhen's message, Wu Sijie quickly notified Future Investment and Future Technology as well, since Zhao Fusheng wasn't coming, they no longer needed to be on standby.