Chapter 2029: The Inside Story

What was Zhao Fusheng's status?

At the highest level, he was a tycoon on equal footing with Lee Kun-hee; at the lowest, he was a shareholder in Samsung and CJ, a legitimate guest of the Shilla Hotel.

No matter how you looked at it, if Zhao Fusheng encountered danger at the Shilla Hotel, Lee Boo-jin would never be able to clear her name, even if she jumped into the Yellow River.

"Fusheng, what's going on?"

Lee Boo-jin's expression changed slightly as she looked around, then at Zhao Fusheng: "Someone causing trouble?"

She naturally knew the capabilities of Zhao Fusheng's bodyguards—they were all elite troops from China, highly skilled. But even so, this was the Shilla Hotel, her territory, and daring to lay a hand on her guest made it impossible for Lee Boo-jin to control her anger.

"I don't know. Apparently, it's a director from CJ."

Zhao Fusheng said calmly: "You've met my guide and translator, Miss Song, right? She was almost dragged off to a room in your hotel lobby. Hah, do they think we Chinese are easy to bully?"

What a charge to lay!

Song Qian, listening to Zhao Fusheng's words, turned pale.

She thought to herself, you really dare to say that!

It was clearly about Choi Jin-ri, and she was just an innocent bystander, but in Zhao Fusheng's mouth, it had been twisted into a matter of nations and peoples. One misstep and it would become an international incident!

Impressive!

Truly impressive!

At that moment, Song Qian couldn't say anything other than the word 'admiration.'

If it were her, even racking her brains, she probably couldn't have thought of such a way to pressure Lee Boo-jin.

After all, at this level of confrontation, Choi Jin-ri's identity was far less useful than her own.

When Lee Boo-jin heard that the troublemaker was a CJ director, she breathed a sigh of relief, but then upon hearing the details, her expression turned grim.

She had met Song Qian before. Every time Zhao Fusheng came to Korea, he stayed at the Shilla Hotel, so naturally, she was informed of everyone he interacted with.

Lee Boo-jin clearly remembered that Song Qian was indeed Zhao Fusheng's guide and translator, and that Zhao Fusheng's cherished little sister, Fan Beibei, had a good relationship with Song Qian.

Most importantly, she was Chinese.

Although the Chinese loved internal strife and stirring up trouble, it had to be admitted that when abroad, the Chinese were relatively united.

At the very least, in Lee Boo-jin's understanding, Zhao Fusheng had a clear sense of his homeland and compatriots.

Not to mention that Song Qian was his guide and translator; even if she were a stranger, as long as she was Chinese, he would definitely step in when encountering such a situation.

Moreover, Song Qian was his acquaintance.

Lee Boo-jin could even imagine that when Song Qian ran into trouble, Zhao Fusheng intervened, and that CJ director, relying on the Lee family's power, tried to force his way, only to be repelled by Zhao Fusheng's bodyguards.

For safety, Zhao Fusheng had notified Hanxing Investment, and Park Sun-young had arrived with a large group.

Having pieced together the whole scenario, Lee Boo-jin now felt extremely awkward.

"Director Park, please take them back first."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and instructed Park Sun-young.

Park Sun-young bowed in acknowledgment and led Song Qian and Choi Jin-ri away.

Of course, she didn't forget to leave half of her people behind.

"No need for so many."

Zhao Fusheng stopped Park Sun-young and said calmly: "If I could still get into trouble with Sister Boo-jin here, that would be a real joke."

Park Sun-young glanced at Lee Boo-jin, hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, Chairman."

After she left with her people, Lee Boo-jin smiled bitterly at Zhao Fusheng: "Fusheng, I'm sorry. You must have found this ridiculous."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "It's nothing. After all, he's a CJ director, not a Samsung one."

Then, he gave Lee Boo-jin a deep look: "Sister Boo-jin seems to have something to say."

Both were smart people. Lee Boo-jin's behavior was nothing like that of Samsung's eldest daughter, a far cry from when Zhao Fusheng first met her.

Based on this alone, Zhao Fusheng felt there was a story behind it.

A CJ director dared to cause trouble recklessly at the Shilla Hotel, showing no respect for Lee Boo-jin. Zhao Fusheng was curious—had relations between Lee Boo-jin and CJ become so strained?

"Everyone out."

Lee Boo-jin ordered her assistant and Director Kim.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and also waved off Liu Yiming and the bodyguards.

Soon, only Zhao Fusheng and Lee Boo-jin were left sitting opposite each other in the room.

"Sister Boo-jin, please have some tea."

Zhao Fusheng unhurriedly poured a cup of tea for Lee Boo-jin and said with a smile.

"You..."

Lee Boo-jin gave Zhao Fusheng a deep look and shook her head: "I'll have someone look into that director's identity. How about that?"

"No rush."

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "I believe he'll come back to find me, won't he?"

Lee Boo-jin's brows furrowed slightly, then she broke into a smile: "What, you want to help me?"

Clearly, Zhao Fusheng's actions implied a desire to assist her.

After all, he wasn't a fool. A CJ director daring to cause trouble at the Shilla Hotel clearly showed no regard for her. By confronting him, Zhao Fusheng was effectively helping her.

"Sister Mi-jin intends to buy my shares."

Lee Boo-jin said to Zhao Fusheng with a bitter smile.

At this point, there was no need for her to keep hiding it.

"Lee Mi-jin, huh."

Zhao Fusheng muttered to himself, then laughed: "She must have someone backing her, right?"

"Yes."

Lee Boo-jin nodded: "It should be from Hyundai..."

The Hyundai Chung family?

Zhao Fusheng frowned slightly, not expecting that someone would actually foolishly meddle in the Lee family's internal strife.

But on second thought, it was entirely possible.

After all, with such a big cake on the table, how many people could remain calm and not be tempted?

The Hyundai Chung family.

Information about the Chung family quickly surfaced in Zhao Fusheng's mind, and a smile crept onto his lips.

This family was no ordinary one. Founder Chung Ju-yung was known for building his empire from scratch, and Korea's largest automobile manufacturing group was no empty reputation.

Although they had kept a low profile in recent years due to family infighting, the fact that they once ranked thirty-sixth among the world's top 500 companies showed the family's formidable strength.

"Does your father know?"

Zhao Fusheng asked Lee Boo-jin a key question.

"I haven't told him yet."

Lee Boo-jin replied.

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng immediately laughed.

That old fox Lee Kun-hee didn't know about this?

He wouldn't believe that even if he were beaten to death.

In Korea, there might be things Lee Kun-hee didn't want to know, but there was absolutely nothing he wanted to know that he couldn't find out.

That was Samsung.

That was Korea.