Chapter 2018 Bad News

Reality can sometimes be frustrating, and even Zhao Fusheng was helpless.

Though he sympathized with those patients in his heart, he couldn't change anything, because this was not something he could meddle in.

Being able to handle his own affairs well was already a blessing he was grateful for.

"Chairman, would you like to go inside?"

At that moment, Liu Yan came out and, seeing Zhao Fusheng still standing by the door, couldn't help asking.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and gently shook his head: "It's fine, I'll be leaving soon."

"Alright, you should head back early. We're all here at the hospital."

Yu Feihong also came out then and said to Zhao Fusheng.

At the hospital, Yu Feihong and Liu Yan were both present, and the ward had dedicated nurses.

Zhao's parents and the others had generously booked a nearby hotel and could come over anytime. There was really no point in Zhao Fusheng staying.

"Then I'll go back."

Zhao Fusheng nodded, went inside to greet Fan Baobao and his mother, and then left the hospital.

Of course, when he left, Liu Yiming naturally followed.

"Chairman, tomorrow morning there are several meetings at the company that require your attendance."

On the way back, Liu Yiming took out his notebook, flipped through it, and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng hummed in acknowledgment and nodded: "Got it."

"Also, Chairman Tan called to tell you he'll arrive tomorrow." Liu Yiming added.

"Got it."

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

Tan Kaixuan had been in the US recently, handling some matters there. When he heard that Fan Baobao was giving birth, he insisted on coming back.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng suspected that the guy was actually coming back to see his fiancée.

His wedding with Tong Xiaoya had been set for the end of this year, and they were now in the best phase of their relationship. It was said they talked on the phone for several hours every day.

Zhao Fusheng had to admire them—how could they have so much to say?

"Also, Miss Dong called. It seems Samsung and CJ are making moves. How should we respond?" Liu Yiming suddenly said.

"Wait."

Zhao Fusheng frowned: "Samsung and CJ?"

"Yes."

Liu Yiming nodded: "It seems Lee Kun-hee intends to delegate power."

Ever since he exchanged part of his shares and cash with Zhao Fusheng to become a major shareholder of Twitter, and with the return of Lee Meng-hee, Lee Kun-hee's control over Samsung was no longer as tight as before.

After all, behind Samsung were the Jewish financial groups of the United States, the best in the world at making money, and they were unwilling to see such a situation.

Thus, Samsung had recently been fraught with hidden conflicts and endless internal strife.

Even within the Lee Kun-hee and Lee Meng-hee families, there was open and covert struggle.

But unexpectedly, neither Lee Kun-hee nor Lee Meng-hee made any statement; in fact, the two even went fishing together often.

They let the younger generation fight it out.

"Those two old foxes."

Zhao Fusheng frowned. He felt something was off.

Based on his understanding of Lee Kun-hee and Lee Meng-hee, these old hands who had watched Samsung grow would never allow the Samsung empire to collapse.

Moreover, although both were in poor health, as long as one of them was still alive, Samsung could not fall into a precarious state.

Zhao Fusheng had seen this in his previous life.

The Samsung empire was not so easy to topple!

But now, Samsung gave the impression of a building about to collapse, with endless internal strife. The many heirs of the second generation, whether children of Lee Kun-hee or Lee Meng-hee, were all desperately expanding their own power and suppressing each other.

In fact, when Lee Boo-jin visited Zhao Fusheng in China not long ago, she was also seeking help from allies.

Because her situation in Korea was very bad; rumors had it that Lee Mi-jung intended to replace her as vice president of Hotel Shilla.

Hotel Shilla was crucial to Lee Boo-jin's business empire, and there was no way she would give up that position.

But the problem was that the rumors outside sounded very convincing, as if they were true.

That was awkward.

So Dong Chenxi had specifically called Zhao Fusheng, hoping he would pay attention to this matter.

"I see."

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and instructed Liu Yiming: "Contact Hanxing Investment and have them gather the latest information on CJ Group and Samsung Group. Get the data compiled as soon as possible."

"Okay."

Liu Yiming nodded in agreement.

After all, Future Investment's sources of information in Korea relied almost entirely on external news.

To get first-hand, real data, they had to rely on Hanxing Investment to collect it.

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The next day, Zhao Fusheng first went to the group headquarters to attend several meetings, accepted everyone's congratulations, and then left Future Group headquarters to go to Future Investment.

"What exactly is going on?"

Zhao Fusheng sat in Dong Chenxi's office and asked her.

"I have some suspicions."

Dong Chenxi looked at Zhao Fusheng and said solemnly.

"Suspicions?"

Zhao Fusheng was a bit puzzled. What was she suspicious of?

Obviously, Dong Chenxi was not the type to say such things without reason. If she expressed suspicion, it meant she likely had evidence.

"Yes, I suspect this is a setup."

Dong Chenxi sat there with a wry smile: "But the problem is, I have no proof."

"Huh?"

Zhao Fusheng was even more confused. What was going on?

"Take a look. I have some materials here."

Dong Chenxi stood up, picked up a stack of documents from her desk, and handed them to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng frowned but still took the documents and began to read.

They contained recent events at Samsung Group and CJ Group, mostly the same as what Zhao Fusheng had heard from Liu Yiming.

"What can we see from this?"

Zhao Fusheng was a bit surprised, then laughed: "I've already asked Hanxing Investment to investigate. They should send us the materials soon."

As he spoke, he asked Dong Chenxi: "What exactly are you suspicious of?"

This was his honest thought; he really didn't understand what Dong Chenxi was suspicious of.

"It's just intuition. After reading these materials, it seems that Lee Meng-hee and Lee Kun-hee have lost control of Samsung and CJ."

Dong Chenxi said slowly: "Do you think that's possible?"

"Of course not."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, looking incredulous: "Those two old foxes, as long as they haven't breathed their last, it's impossible..."

At that moment, he couldn't continue his words.