Chapter 2133: Which Side to Stand On?

In fact, for many things, a simple shift in perspective can lead to different thoughts and conclusions.

Take Wu Sijie's matter, for instance.

Looking at it from another angle, he felt his own idea had been too rash.

After all, no matter what, Hanxing Investment was now one of South Korea's notable foreign enterprises, and getting involved in the usury industry would indeed be beneath its status.

To put it bluntly, once one reaches a certain level, there are things one must avoid.

"Alright, you don't have to be so conflicted."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and said to Wu Sijie, "In this matter, your consideration was actually correct."

"Correct?"

Wu Sijie was startled and looked at Zhao Fusheng in surprise: "Chairman..."

"A businessman's mindset is naturally about making money."

Zhao Fusheng said calmly, "It's just that we need to consider the bigger picture, so we can't touch this money."

Deep down, he actually agreed with Wu Sijie's thinking.

After all, the money was being made from Koreans. Even if they had to sell their houses, their land, their sons and daughters, it would all be at the expense of Koreans.

His psychological guilt wasn't actually that heavy.

But the problem was that Hanxing Investment was not an unknown entity in South Korea. If it were really exposed, it would have a negative impact on the international reputation of the entire Future Group.

Zhao Fusheng could disregard face, but he didn't want his family to feel embarrassed when mentioning him.

Wu Sijie quickly nodded.

He could disregard or even refute Liang Jingyu's words, but he had to listen to Zhao Fusheng's.

After all, Zhao Fusheng was the one who truly made the decisions.

That was the rule of the workplace.

Some people you could offend, but others, even if you went against their wishes, you would be punished.

Zhao Fusheng was that kind of person.

Unless Wu Sijie was crazy, he would absolutely never go against Zhao Fusheng's wishes.

"Since there's nothing to do these days anyway, stay with me in London for a few days."

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "We'll go to South Korea together later."

"You're going to South Korea?"

Wu Sijie was startled, somewhat surprised.

Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Just going to take a look, since I'm free anyway."

As he spoke, he waved his hand: "You can go out now."

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...

After Liu Yiming and Wu Sijie left, Zhao Fusheng sighed helplessly.

The biggest problem with having co-representatives was this.

Many times, he, as the boss, needed to act as the arbiter.

However, Liang Jingyu's performance had made Zhao Fusheng see him in a new light; at the very least, he had never called to report this matter.

Or rather, he had probably already figured that Wu Sijie would tell him about it, and that he would definitely support his decision.

"Interesting."

Zhao Fusheng smiled, picked up the phone, and wanted to call Liang Jingyu.

After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately did not dial.

As the boss, it was unnecessary for him to get involved in this matter personally.

Moreover, since Wu Sijie had come to London, Liang Jingyu must have received the news.

He should be able to guess that Wu Sijie had come to see him.

In essence, this time, Liang Jingyu had won.

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...

After staying in London for a few days and sightseeing, Zhao Fusheng left.

Although he really wanted to look around more or visit another country, thinking about the situation in South Korea, he decided to go and solve the problem himself.

On the plane.

"This time, you shouldn't have come to see me."

Zhao Fusheng said to Wu Sijie.

"I know, it was my fault."

Since it was Zhao Fusheng's private jet, Wu Sijie naturally didn't have to be so guarded when talking to him.

The crew had all signed confidentiality agreements; if any information leaked, they would be held responsible.

"What you're doing is essentially diminishing your authority in the company."

Zhao Fusheng said to Wu Sijie, "Liang Jingyu didn't say a word this time, didn't even call me. Do you understand what he means?"

Wu Sijie was silent and dejected.

He naturally understood what the other meant.

To put it bluntly, from start to finish, Liang Jingyu believed that Zhao Fusheng would definitely not agree with his own ideas.

"After we get back, apologize to him first, then study hard."

Zhao Fusheng said to Wu Sijie, "I sent you there hoping you would grow, not to remain a deputy forever, understand?"

To be honest, Zhao Fusheng had high hopes for his former secretary.

And now, clearly, Wu Sijie was not yet mature enough.

"Yes, Chairman."

Wu Sijie quickly nodded. He naturally knew that Zhao Fusheng meant well for him; otherwise, he could have just returned to China directly without going to Korea.

To put it bluntly, it was because he hadn't done well enough that Zhao Fusheng had to personally take charge.

Sitting on the plane, Zhao Fusheng closed his eyes, his mind wandering.

And at that moment, in Seoul, South Korea, someone else was also feeling anxious.

"Director, with the Chairman coming this time, he won't be persuaded by Director Wu, will he?"

Park Sun-young stood beside Liang Jingyu and asked cautiously.

"What?"

Liang Jingyu laughed. "Worried that the Chairman will side with Director Wu?"

Park Sun-young nodded, looking bitter. "After all, he was the Chairman's secretary before..."

There was no helping it; the concept of closeness and distance was undoubtedly more important to Koreans.

They even valued relationships from the same school or hometown, let alone the bond between Wu Sijie, who was brought up by Zhao Fusheng.

In Park Sun-young's view, as long as Wu Sijie told Zhao Fusheng about this, nine times out of ten, the boss would side with his former secretary.

"Heh..."

Liang Jingyu laughed. "You really don't know our Chairman."

"Ah?"

Park Sun-young frowned slightly, looking at Liang Jingyu with confusion. "Director, do you mean the Chairman might side with you?"

Liang Jingyu looked into the distance at the airport, where planes were taking off and landing like giant birds soaring into the sky.

"You know, the Chairman is different from most of your Korean chaebols."

Speaking calmly, Liang Jingyu said to Park Sun-young, "He doesn't just consider immediate gains when thinking about things; he always thinks far ahead. Like back then, when he traded Twitter to Samsung, looking at it now, who do you think came out ahead?"

"Well..."

Park Sun-young hesitated upon hearing this.

She really couldn't say for sure.

On the surface, it seemed like Samsung's Lee family had won; Twitter's valuation was already high, and after going public, it would become another multi-billion-dollar business.

But the problem was, Samsung's side had also gained a lot!

Moreover, through this deal, Future Investment had officially entered the Korean market. Now, Hanxing Investment had become a top-tier enterprise comparable to a chaebol in Korea.

Under these circumstances, it was hard to tell who was the real winner of the deal.

Of course, long ago, many people thought Zhao Fusheng was crazy to give up Twitter shares and take over Samsung instead.

It was like throwing away a watermelon to pick up a sesame seed.

But now, everyone realized that Zhao Fusheng had probably planned to enter the Korean market all along.

"Don't worry, I believe the Chairman won't let me down."

Liang Jingyu smiled and said to his trusted subordinate.

Two hours later.

At Seoul International Airport, a private jet slowly landed.

Zhao Fusheng stepped off the plane, looked at the sky outside, and said with a smile, "The weather in Korea doesn't seem so great either."

"After all, it's an industrial city; pollution and such are unavoidable."

Wu Sijie said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile, "If you want to rest, I think going back to that island in Italy would be better."

"You don't need to tell me that."

Zhao Fusheng glared at him. "The problem is, I'm already in Seoul now."

With that, he stepped down from the plane.

Outside the airport, as expected, Liang Jingyu should already be waiting with his people.