Chapter 2351: Uninvited Guest

Hanging out with a bunch of celebrities was nothing new for Zhao Fusheng.

Back in China, he already knew quite a few people in the entertainment industry.

But most of them knew who he was, so they were often particularly nervous.

In fact, these Korean entertainers were just as nervous.

However, they had one advantage: their reverence for Zhao Fusheng wasn't so obvious.

After all, they didn't rely on him for their livelihood.

"Mr. Zhao, it feels like you haven't changed at all over the years," Kim Hye-soo said with a smile, sitting next to Zhao Fusheng.

She was in her early forties, at the peak of a woman's charm, every smile and gesture exuding allure.

Of course, she wouldn't dare have any improper thoughts about Zhao Fusheng.

Are you kidding?

This man was a full-fledged chaebol.

Hadn't Jung Woo-sung, Samsung's future son-in-law, been dutifully drinking alongside him?

Someone like that was not someone an actor could provoke.

Kim Hye-soo knew this well.

"Is that so?" Zhao Fusheng laughed upon hearing this and said to Kim Hye-soo, "Ms. Kim, you're getting more beautiful."

Then he smiled and added, "By the way, I heard you're dating Mr. Yoo Hae-jin?"

"Yes, you know him too?" Kim Hye-soo was startled, somewhat surprised.

She had been dating Yoo Hae-jin for three years, but they'd recently had a falling out, which was why she had unhappily followed some friends here tonight.

She never expected to run into Zhao Fusheng.

"Yes, I really like his acting."

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "To be honest, even though he's not handsome, he's an artist who left a deep impression on me. If I get the chance, I plan to invite him to develop his career in China."

This was his true feeling.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, Yoo Hae-jin was a true veteran actor—skilled and great at supporting the lead.

If Jiang Wen's film company could get him on board, it would definitely be a selling point.

Of course, it was just an idea; whether it could happen depended on whether the man was willing.

But with this as a conversation starter, they chatted quite happily.

Soon, Kim Hye-soo excused herself to go to the restroom and called her boyfriend.

...

...

An hour later, a middle-aged man of short stature and unremarkable looks appeared before Zhao Fusheng.

"Hello, I'm Yoo Hae-jin."

Speaking in halting Chinese, he bowed and greeted Zhao Fusheng.

"No need, we can speak Korean."

Zhao Fusheng smiled.

Over the past few years, he had learned Korean in his spare time.

Perhaps because of his rebirth, he had a special talent for languages.

More precisely, a talent for learning.

Whatever he wanted to learn, he picked up quickly.

Yoo Hae-jin was startled, somewhat surprised, but still sat respectfully beside Zhao Fusheng.

"I really like your movies."

Zhao Fusheng said to Yoo Hae-jin with a smile.

Then he raised his glass and began chatting with him.

"Unnie, it looks like Hae-jin oppa has won this man's favor," Kim Ha-neul, one of Kim Hye-soo's close friends and a famous Korean actress, whispered to her.

"I really didn't expect that."

Kim Hye-soo nodded. "Rich people's thoughts are indeed strange."

She acknowledged her boyfriend's acting skills.

After all, among so many Korean entertainers, Yoo Hae-jin had made a name for himself playing supporting roles, which itself proved his talent.

But she hadn't expected his acting to move that super-wealthy man from China.

Zhao Fusheng had no idea that a small gesture of goodwill could influence someone's opinion.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

That's just how people are—once you reach a certain level, you naturally have a corresponding influence.

The two chatted happily, with others occasionally joining in, creating a very harmonious atmosphere.

Since the entire second floor had been reserved, there was no need to worry about security.

After sitting for a while, Zhao Fusheng checked the time and was about to leave when he heard a commotion outside.

"What's going on?" Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.

Jung Woo-sung stood up. "I'll go check."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. "Let's go together. I was planning to leave anyway."

He didn't really like such occasions; to be honest, he was only there out of courtesy to Lee Boo-jin, since she had arranged for Jung Woo-sung to take him out, and he couldn't let her kindness go to waste.

Since they were leaving, the others naturally saw them off, and a large crowd headed toward the stairs.

As soon as they reached the stairwell, they saw a group of people blocking the way.

"Move aside!"

"What's going on? Why won't you let us up?"

"Look closely! Do you know who I am?"

"Get out of the way now!"

Several voices rang out, and Zhao Fusheng frowned.

It sounded like a group of young people.

He could tell from their voices.

Taking a few more steps, they saw a group of youngsters in front of them, all around twenty years old, dressed in trendy clothes.

Well, to these people in their thirties and forties, they looked like a bunch of eccentrically dressed, oddly styled youths.

"They seem to be singers," someone behind him said.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at the crowd and said to Jung Woo-sung, "Looks like they're from the music scene."

In Korea, actors didn't dress like that; they were very conscious of their image and tried to wear formal attire even when photographed by reporters.

Only idols dressed that way to attract young people's attention.

"What's going on with you?" Jung Woo-sung had already walked up to the group.

In Korea, the entertainment industry had strict hierarchies; idol singers had no status compared to actors.

Especially since the people present were the backbone of the Korean film industry—their movies were basically the best-selling works each year.

A bunch of idols trying to act tough in front of them?

Hah.

Dream on!

The moment they saw Jung Woo-sung, the group below was stunned.

"Jung, Jung Woo-sung?"

"Oh my god, it really is Jung Woo-sung!"

"What's going on? Look behind him, it's Senior Kim Hye-soo!"

"Holy cow, and Senior Kim Yoon-seok!"

With several exclamations, they were clearly intimidated.

What was happening?

These people in front of them would be the most luxurious lineup even at major film festival award ceremonies!

How could they all be in a bar?

What was going on?

Zhao Fusheng smiled. "To be honest, even though he's not handsome, he's an artist who left a deep impression on me. If I get the chance, I plan to invite him to develop his career in China."

This was his true feeling.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, Yoo Hae-jin was a true veteran actor—skilled and great at supporting the lead.

If Jiang Wen's film company could get him on board, it would definitely be a selling point.

Of course, it was just an idea; whether it could happen depended on whether the man was willing.

But with this as a conversation starter, they chatted quite happily.

Soon, Kim Hye-soo excused herself to go to the restroom and called her boyfriend.