The perfect future of rebirth

Putting down the phone, Li Bingxian thought for a while, and after looking through the phone for a long time, he found a phone number and dialed it.

"Hello, is this representative Kim Young-min?"

Holding the phone, Li Bingxian said politely, "I'm Li Bingxian, and I want to ask you something..."

After a long while, Li Bingxian put down the phone with a wonderful expression on his face. It was a mixed feeling of shock, helplessness, and unwillingness.

"Representative, what's the matter?" The people around him asked him.

Li Bingxian didn't speak, he staggered to the sofa and sat down. After a while, he said shyly, "So, it's really just because of a meal..."

Chapter 2 and Four

Li Bingxian never imagined that the cause of such a major blow to him was actually a meal.

Han Xing Investment, Samsung's Chinese partner, plus what happened today, if Li Bingxian still can't react, then he is really a pig.

Although "Seoul JoongAng Ilbo" seems to have a detached position in the Korean media circle, in fact, its establishment was supported by Lee Byung-cheol, the founder of Samsung.

In other words, Samsung's influence on this newspaper is very large.

If it is true that most of the media in South Korea block themselves, things may really become big.

So, he called the stupid Jin Yingmin, with the purpose of asking that mysterious Chinese man what his origin was.

And the answer he got from Jin Yingmin's mouth made Li Bingxian die!

"Representative Li, if I were you, I would go to Walkerhill to kneel and apologize to President Zhao right now. If he is in a good mood, maybe you can still live. Otherwise, I'm afraid you want to retire. Easy thing!"

Jin Yingmin's words echoed in Li Bingxian's mind like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening.

He realized that this time, he had really provoked someone who could not be provoked.

"Representative, what happened?"

Several confidantes looked at each other in blank dismay, no one understood what happened to Li Bingxian.

"fine."

Li Bingxian reluctantly stood up and waved his hands to the others: "I've already thought about this matter."

"what?"

Everyone was a little surprised, stunned, completely unable to understand what Li Bingxian was talking about.

"It turns out that I provoked someone who shouldn't be provoked."

Laughing self-deprecatingly, Li Bingxian shook his head and waved to everyone: "Go out first."

By now, he probably understood how to solve this matter.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was morning. Li Bingxian was sitting in his car, and the car stopped at the gate of Walkerhill.

"Mr. An Shengji, thank you."

Li Bingxian said to An Shengji who was sitting next to him, last night, he asked many connections in his circle for help, and finally asked An Shengji.

Although An Sung Ki really hated this matter, but in this place of Korea, sometimes it is difficult to shirk human affection.

More importantly, An Shengji also felt that Zhao Fusheng's intention in doing this might not be to completely destroy Li Bingxian.

It is said that being old and not dying is a thief. How could an old fox like An Shengji not see Zhao Fusheng's intention of killing others to scare others.

"You don't need to thank me, I was just entrusted by others."

An Shengji glanced at Li Bingxian indifferently, and said calmly: "I will help you pass on a message to Chairman Zhao. As for whether he will see you, then I don't know."

Li Bingxian nodded again and again: "It's okay, it's okay, you just need to help me pass the message."

By now, he no longer has the right to bargain, and only by seeking forgiveness from President Zhao can he have a chance of life.

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Zhao Fusheng naturally didn't know so much, he just ordered casually, as for what the people below should do, that was the meaning of the people below.

For Zhao Fusheng, as a superior, it would be too hard if he cared about the life and death of the inferior all day long.

"Mr. An Shengji is here."

Zhao Fusheng was teasing Fan Beibei in the room, Wu Sijie said to Zhao Fusheng.

"Please come in."

Zhao Fusheng raised his head, smiled, and said, "It looks like he should be a lobbyist invited by Li Bingxian."

"uncertain."

Wu Sijie shook his head, not thinking that Zhao Fusheng's words were correct.

"Oh?"

Zhao Fusheng was stunned, a little surprised: "What's going on?"

Wu Sijie replied: "Teacher An Shengji didn't bring him with him, it seems that he came alone, and judging from his intentions, he didn't seem to have mentioned Li Bingxian's thoughts."

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "You think too much, it should be because Li Bingxian dare not come up."

This is the truth, for Li Bingxian, he should be like a tiger, of course he dare not face himself directly.

"Mr. An Shengji, please come up."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded to Wu Sijie.

Wu Sijie nodded, turned around and went out, and quickly brought An Shengji in front of Zhao Fusheng.

"Mr. An Shengji, long time no see."

"Hello, President Zhao."

An Shengji bowed to Zhao Fusheng.

The dialogue between the two is in English, but there is no obstacle.

"sit down."

Zhao Fusheng pointed to the sofa and asked An Shengji to sit down.