Chapter 2359: A Meal That Could Scare Someone to Death

Poor Song Dalong, ever since he figured things out, he felt as if there were needles in the chair he was sitting on.

On pins and needles.

That was exactly how he felt.

"Maybe I should wait outside for you, Victoria."

Song Dalong wiped his sweat and said to Song Qian.

He was genuinely a bit scared.

What a joke!

Who was that person?

He was a financial magnate who could sit as an equal with Lee Kun-hee.

It went without saying how high Lee Kun-hee's status was in the hearts of Koreans.

And that Chairman Zhao was on par with Lee Kun-hee, even surpassing him in personal wealth.

Song Dalong didn't think he was qualified to have a meal with someone like that.

"Well, alright then."

Song Qian could see that her assistant was really nervous.

Thinking about it, if it were her, she wouldn't be much different.

When she first learned of Zhao Fusheng's identity, wasn't she just as nervous, afraid of offending such a big shot?

It was only after interacting with him a few times that she gradually understood that Zhao Fusheng wasn't the kind of person who put on airs.

Actually, after spending time with Zhao Fusheng, Song Qian felt that he didn't seem like a super-rich man at all, but more like a neighborly uncle; being with him always felt like a spring breeze.

Of course, Song Qian knew it was because she was close with Fan Beibei and was Chinese that he extended his goodwill to her.

Just looking at the mournful expressions of Lee Soo-man and Kim Young-min of SM Entertainment when they mentioned Zhao Fusheng's name, one could tell how terrifying he was to people in the business world.

Song Dalong got up and left, and soon a waiter escorted him downstairs.

The person arranged by Director Kim had offered to give him a room to wait in, but he flatly refused and went straight back to the parking lot.

Back in the parking lot, as soon as he sat in the car, his agent called.

"Manager Lee."

Song Dalong quickly answered the phone.

"So, did you meet Victoria's relative?"

Manager Lee asked.

"No."

Song Dalong answered honestly: "That person hasn't arrived yet. I'm waiting for Victoria in the parking lot."

"Nonsense!"

Manager Lee's tone suddenly became intense: "How are you handling things? How could you leave Victoria alone in the restaurant? What if something happens?"

After all, she was the company's artist; if something did happen, it would be trouble.

Song Dalong gave a bitter smile, thinking to himself, you say that, but who would dare to cause trouble in a place like this?

Only the children of the top ten chaebols might dare.

Besides, she was a guest of Lee Boo-jin; how bold would someone have to be to mess with Samsung's eldest princess?

"Manager, here's the thing: we're at the Shilla Hotel now. The person who came out to greet us was a director of the hotel. Victoria's relative should be the Chinese tycoon behind Hanxing Investment."

Not daring to be negligent, Song Dalong quickly told Manager Lee everything he had seen and heard.

On the other end of the line, there was silence for a long time.

Manager Lee's breathing grew more rapid. After a while, he said hoarsely, "Well, you just keep waiting."

Then the phone was quickly hung up.

A smile crept onto Song Dalong's lips.

Trying to act tough!

Let's see you keep up the act now.

Always lording it over others and scolding me—now you've calmed down.

……

……

Song Qian didn't know that Song Dalong had successfully used Zhao Fusheng's identity to give Manager Lee a scare.

She sat alone in the private room, utterly bored.

"You're early."

Just as she was getting bored, Zhao Fusheng pushed open the door and walked in.

"You're here."

Song Qian quickly stood up and bowed to Zhao Fusheng.

"Alright, I'm not Korean."

Zhao Fusheng didn't go for that; he waved his hand and said, "Don't be so polite. Have a seat."

Soon, a waiter brought wine and dishes.

"I'll have some red wine; you have juice."

Zhao Fusheng said to Song Qian with a smile.

"Okay."

Song Qian naturally had no objection and started drinking her juice.

Zhao Fusheng asked about her life after debut and chatted about recent interesting events. The meal was soon over.

During that time, Song Qian's phone rang twice, but she didn't answer.

The third time, Zhao Fusheng smiled and said, "Go ahead and answer."

"Mm."

Song Qian quickly nodded, pressed the button, and started texting.

After a while, she looked up with a troubled expression.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Fusheng asked with a smile.

"Nothing, it's my younger teammates in the group. They want me to bring them some food."

Song Qian said sheepishly.

She was the leader, and the other four members were younger than her; they usually called her V-mom.

"Haha, that's interesting."

Zhao Fusheng laughed.

He had naturally met Song Qian's teammates before and had even treated them to a meal, but those kids probably didn't remember him.

With that in mind, he said to Song Qian, "How about this: have someone prepare a table here and send it to them, or I'll send someone to pick them up for a meal."

"Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?"

Song Qian felt a bit embarrassed.

"It's nothing."

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand and turned to Chen Qiuyan, instructing, "Send someone to SM Entertainment to pick up Miss Song's teammates."

Chen Qiuyan didn't dare to delay and quickly left.

Song Qian sat there, having no choice but to let Zhao Fusheng arrange things.

In less than an hour, the door to the private room opened, and her four teammates appeared before her.

"Unnie, you know what? Just now a bunch of people came into the company, we..."

Cui Xueli burst in, shouting as she ran to Song Qian, but before she could finish, she saw Zhao Fusheng.

"Oh, hello."

The moment she saw Zhao Fusheng, she remembered who he was and quickly bowed in greeting.

When she had almost been sexually harassed before, it was Zhao Fusheng who saved her, so the girl remembered him well.

Seeing her, Zhao Fusheng also smiled and said, "Long time no see, little girl."

He had a good impression of this little girl.

"Hello."

None of the girls were stupid; they lined up to bow and greet Zhao Fusheng. This was probably what Koreans called etiquette culture.

In their view, this best demonstrated their manners.

"Everyone, have a seat."

Zhao Fusheng said to them with a smile.

In his eyes, they were just a bunch of kids.

For the sake of dreams and life, they had to step onto the stage early and do things they might not necessarily like—that feeling couldn't be all that pleasant.