Chapter 1753: The Script

As it turned out, Zhao Fusheng's approach was correct.

Samsung soon received news of Zhao Fusheng's meeting with Lee Meng-hee.

"Father, Uncle and Zhao Fusheng have met."

Lee Jae-yong stood before Lee Kun-hee, bowing as he spoke.

"Hmph, he really can't sit still."

Lee Kun-hee said flatly, unsure whether he was referring to Zhao Fusheng or his own brother.

"What should we do?"

Lee Jae-yong said with some concern, "I've received word that eldest brother is not in the country; he should have gone to China."

The 'eldest brother' he referred to was naturally Lee Jae-hyun.

Although the two sides had taken each other to court over the inheritance, they still addressed each other this way in private.

Of course, there was little familial affection left; only interests remained.

"Let him go."

Lee Kun-hee did not seem particularly surprised; instead, he sighed, lost in thought.

Lee Jae-yong saw that his father wasn't speaking, so naturally he didn't dare to make a sound either, simply waiting in silence.

He knew that his father was reminiscing again, recalling the days he had spent with his elder uncle.

It's often said that people tend to be nostalgic as they age—there's some truth to that.

Lee Kun-hee now often remembered those early years, when the two brothers worked hard together under their father, starting the business and enduring hardships side by side.

Back then, because Samsung wasn't as large as it later became, his relationship with his elder brother was actually quite good.

It was far from the life-and-death struggle it would later become.

But as Samsung grew better and better, the company expanding more and more, gradually a rift began to form between the brothers.

Perhaps it was from that point on that Lee Kun-hee realized that wealth could truly warp a person's soul.

After a long while, Lee Kun-hee slowly raised his head, glanced at Lee Jae-yong, and said to him, "Let it be."

"What?"

Lee Jae-yong was somewhat bewildered, looking at his father in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

Lee Kun-hee gave a faint smile: "Don't give any reaction at all. Just let them make contact."

"But..."

Lee Jae-yong was startled and quickly said, "Are we just going to ignore it?"

"Care about what?"

Lee Kun-hee said coldly, "Don't you know how much longer your uncle has to live?"

Lee Jae-yong remained silent.

He naturally knew what his father meant.

Even an outsider like Zhao Fusheng could investigate the situation with Lee Meng-hee, let alone Samsung, which had been keeping a close eye on him.

Lee Jae-yong had planted people around Lee Meng-hee long ago.

And according to their analysis, Lee Meng-hee was already terminally ill and not long for this world.

Based on the doctors' analysis, his uncle wouldn't live more than five years.

In other words, even if he filed a lawsuit now, Samsung could just drag things out and possibly wait for Lee Meng-hee to die.

It was a ridiculous thing to say.

But that was exactly how it was.

No one could resist the erosion of time, regardless of status or position.

Even kings and generals were no exception.

Money, though it could buy a temporary reprieve, could not avoid the final outcome.

Even with endless wealth, in the end, one would still reach the end of life.

Suddenly, Lee Jae-yong understood his father's meaning a bit.

Perhaps he felt some sympathy for his uncle's plight.

After all, Lee Kun-hee was not young either.

As the older brother, Lee Meng-hee's end was drawing near, which meant that Lee Kun-hee, the younger brother, was also close.

Thinking of this, Lee Jae-yong dared not speak.

If his father misunderstood that he was hoping for his early death to take over, that would be trouble.

Having worked hard to defeat his siblings to become the heir, he would not miss this opportunity.

...

...

Zhao Fusheng had no interest whatsoever in the grudges and恩怨 of the Lee family.

At that moment, he was playing with his precious daughter, having a great time.

"You're really not interested?"

Fan Baobao asked Zhao Fusheng in confusion.

After Zhao Fusheng came back and mentioned that matter, she was also a bit surprised—why wasn't Zhao Fusheng interested in the Lee family's affairs?

"Why should I be interested?"

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Do you think I'm short of money?"

"Probably not now."

Fan Baobao thought for a moment before answering.

That was the truth. Zhao Fusheng really wasn't short of money now.

Future Group was developing well, which meant that even if Zhao Fusheng did nothing and just waited, he would still amass a huge fortune.

Fan Baobao even felt that the money might be more than she, Zhao Fusheng, and their daughter could spend in a lifetime.

After all, neither she nor Zhao Fusheng were people with high material demands.

Many times, she had to admit that having too much money was also a worry, because you had to pay a lot of taxes, consider many aspects, and even worry whether someone might covet your wealth.

"Since I'm not short of money, why would I meddle in some豪门恩怨?"

Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao with a smile: "The Samsung family is no pushover. If I rashly get involved, I might end up being used as a pawn."

As he spoke, he shrugged: "Your husband is such a cunning person, how could I be someone else's pawn?"

Fan Baobao smiled. On second thought, what Zhao Fusheng said made a lot of sense.

"Alright, you don't need to worry about this."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "I have it under control."

Fan Baobao nodded and didn't ask further.

That was the tacit understanding between her and Zhao Fusheng. If Zhao Fusheng didn't want her involved in something, he would tell her. She would then stop asking.

This was the most normal way for a couple to get along, after all, everyone has their own secrets and things they don't want to talk about.

Fan Baobao also didn't want Zhao Fusheng to think she was always controlling him.

...

...

Time passed quickly, and half of September was gone in a flash.

Zhao Fusheng maintained a cold attitude toward Li Mengxi's side, and they showed no reaction either, as if the two had never met.

As time went on, Zhao Fusheng stopped caring about the matter.

No matter what tricks the Li father and son were playing, if he didn't take the bait, he wouldn't be fooled.

Although doing so might cost some benefits, compared to the risks, Zhao Fusheng felt it was entirely bearable.

He was never the type to take risks, not in the past, and even less so now.

One day, Zhao Fusheng went to Future Films.

As soon as he entered, he saw Xu Zheng pulling Ye Jing and talking about something.

"What's going on?"

Seeing both of them looking excited, Zhao Fusheng asked with a smile.

"Chairman, just in time you're back." Brother Zheng quickly said to Zhao Fusheng: "I have a script here. Could you take a look?"

Zhao Fusheng's mouth twitched. He thought to himself, when did I, the dignified chairman, become a script reviewer?

But since it was Xu Zheng's script, he was quite interested.

After all, the film "Crazy Racer" that this guy had starred in was already in the promotion phase.

According to Ye Jing, it would start generating profits for the company by the end of the year.

Zhao Fusheng was always polite to people who could make him money.

"Take a look."

Ye Jing handed the script to Zhao Fusheng helplessly. Clearly, he had been pestered by Xu Zheng to the point of speechlessness.

That guy was like a sticky plaster.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and took the script to read.

"Lost on Journey"

That was the name of the film.

The content of the film was actually quite traditional. It was about the Spring Festival approaching, and toy company boss Li Cheng returns home for the New Year, while under pressure from his lover Mani, he plans to divorce his wife after the holiday.

As a result, at the airport, he meets Niu Geng, a "veteran" milkman going home to collect debts, and bad luck follows.

By a twist of fate, Niu Geng keeps running into Li Cheng. The two encounter a series of mishaps along the way, meeting all kinds of people and experiencing all sorts of funny things, leaving Li Cheng disheveled and his dignified image shattered. Niu Geng, however, remains optimistic and unfazed. To get home, they travel together, switching between various modes of transportation—planes, trains, buses, ferries, hitchhiking on trucks, and even tractors...

But they still end up spending New Year's Eve in the wilderness. Looking back on the hardships of the journey and the people they met along the way, both are deeply moved...

In the end, after going from hostility to friendship, Niu Geng's sincerity changes Li Cheng's cold personality, awakening Li Cheng's return to true feelings.

When the exhausted Li Cheng returns home, he finds that Mani has arrived even earlier and even met his wife. Li Cheng is stunned. With a nervous heart, he enters the house, sees the calendar still hanging on the wall, and sees his happy wife, daughter, and elderly parents. He realizes what choice he should make. Firecrackers sound, and Li Cheng embraces his wife deeply. We know that this year, Li Cheng has come home—not just physically, but also in his heart...

To be honest, this was a very traditional Chinese comedy. In it, you couldn't find anything beyond laughs.

Funny at the start, emotional at the end—that was the whole content of the film.

But the moment Zhao Fusheng saw the title, he knew that what he had been waiting for had arrived.

To be precise, Comrade Xu Zheng had finally opened a door to a new world and started running wildly in the direction of comedic goofiness.

No one knew what impact this guy would have on the Chinese comedy film circle.

The "Lost" series could be said to have opened up a huge market.

"Chairman..."

Seeing Zhao Fusheng sitting there silently, Xu Zheng started to panic.

And at that moment, Zhao Fusheng looked up at Xu Zheng...