Three days later—

Samsung Group is moving very quickly. Under the leadership of Chairman Lee Kun-hee, it quickly sorted out the performance statements and asset details of hundreds of subsidiaries under Samsung Group.

Lee Kun-hee seemed to attach great importance to this matter, and immediately asked his son, Samsung Prince Lee Jae-yong to bring the information to the Song Group in Seoul, and handed the information to Song Zhichao in person.

When transferring the information, Li Zairong told Song Zhichao that Samsung is now continuing to invest in funds and hopes that Song Zhichao can screen faster.

Song Zhichao smiled slightly: "I will give you the result tomorrow."

Lee Jae-yong completed the task and took a bus back to Samsung Group to report the task completion to his father Lee Kun-hee.

...

Inside the President's Office—

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Lee Kun-hee opened her hands and a plump female fashion designer was holding a tape ruler and bent down to measure the size of the suit for him.

After listening carefully to the report of his son Lee Jae-yong, Lee Kun-hee turned around and asked, “Will he say he will reply tomorrow?”

"Yes, that's what he said."

Lee Kun-hee smiled, waved her hand, and asked the female designer to go out.

The female designer hurriedly put away the tape ruler in her hand, bowed respectfully, bent down and retreated, and then turned around and left.

Lee Kun-hee returned to her seat and sat in the boss's chair. Seeing that her son Lee Jae-yong was still looking at the door, she said, "I have a new designer. I heard that the design suit is very good."

Only then did Li Zairong withdraw his gaze and smile awkwardly, "My father, you have always had a good vision."

The father and son smiled knowingly.

Immediately afterwards, Li Zairong said: "This time, as you told me, I will tamper with all the non-performing assets under our Samsung, including Samsung Chemicals, Samsung Clothing, Samsung Food, etc., into benign assets - if Song Zhichao is a little greedy, he will choose these assets."

"Human greed is nature and cannot be changed!" Lee Kun-hee said, "What's more, the time is so short, I guess the person named Song can't see what we did - after all, those financial statements and asset statements are not professionals, so they can't see them at all." Lee Kun-hee leaned on the chair, feeling full of confidence.

Li Zairong smiled slightly: "Indeed, the person surnamed Song is not that smart. He wanted to take advantage of our Samsung shortage of funds and make benefits. His plan was wrong." Li Zairong said, "But if he invites professional knowledge to review these reports..."

“That’s better.”

"My father, you mean-"

"How many people know how to review these reports in South Korea? After the review, it needs to be confirmed. How to confirm it? You still need to go to the Statistics Bureau or the Tax Bureau - Song Zhichao is not familiar with the place in South Korea, but we have a close relationship with the government. What do you think has the advantage?" Lee Kun-hee said in a deep tone.

Lee Jae-yong laughed: "You are right - after all, we are all people of the Republic of Korea, so the government will of course help us."

"It's not the government that helps us, it's Mayor Kim Nam-kyu who helps us." Lee Kun-hee smiled, "After feeding the meat, you have to take back the bowl, which is reasonable, right?"

Li Zairong nodded, and the father and son looked at each other and smiled.

Mayor Jin has taken their benefits a lot.

...

That night, in the study room—

Under the bright light, Song Zhichao was sitting at his desk, looking through the asset bodyguards of Samsung's subsidiary.

He stroked his lips with one hand, and kept flipping the report with the other hand, making rustling sounds from time to time.

After a moment, Song Zhichao picked up a red pen, chewed it on "Samsung Chemical" and made a mark.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

Song Zhichao shouted: "Come in!"

The little nanny Jin Sanshun opened the door obediently and squeezed in. She said timidly: "President Song, I have something to report to you."

Song Zhichao looked up at her: "What's the matter?"

Jin Sanshun walked up and handed an envelope to Song Zhichao and said, "Didn't you let me manage the house and the house and Miss Han Youzhen and your account? Today she paid part of it, and there is also part of it. She hopes you can have more gratitude for a few days."

Song Zhichao then remembered that last time he paid 2 million won in his debt for Han Youzhen, and Han Youzhen also owed her 500,000 won in his rent, so she could pay it back within three days. Now it's almost a week, so she has squeezed out this little today.

Uh, how much?

Song Zhichao opened the envelope and took a look. All the 1 million won, about 5,000 Hong Kong dollars.

Where did that girl get so much money?

Song Zhichao frowned, fucked, and beat the thug with the banknote.

Jin Sanshun was very fond. Seeing Song Zhichao frowning, she thought Song Zhichao was not satisfied with so much money, so she pleaded for Han Youzhen: "I think it's not easy for Miss Han. It's not easy for me to come to Seoul from Daegu to make a living. It's hard to get so much money in such a short time. Why don't you give her a few more days..."

Song Zhichao sneered: "You are so kind-hearted - to be honest, have you been bribed by her?"

Jin Sanshun was so scared that his face was pale and waved his hand, "No, President Song! Absolutely no! I just ate her a piece of fried rice cake. By the way, I also took her a pair of her not-for-no-one pants. If you think these are bribes, I will go there now!"

Seeing that Jin Sansun was so scared by himself, Song Zhichao couldn't help but say, "I'm laughing with you, I don't have any sense of humor at all - go, let me water, I want to take a shower!"

Jin Sanshun then breathed a sigh of relief and said hurriedly: "Yes, President Song!" His eyes turned red, and he looked very scared just now.

Jin Sanshun left the study room, and Song Zhichao seized the time again, looked at the remaining Samsung subsidiary reports, then put the reports in the desk drawer.

At this time, Jin Sanshun knocked on the door and said that the hot water had been put in place, and prepared champagne and fruits as required. If Song Zhichao needs a massage, she can help.

Song Zhichao glanced at Jin Sanshun's red face. When the girl said the word "massage" in her mouth, she seemed to have used her greatest courage to rub her hands and bit her lips, but she didn't dare to look at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao directly refused, "No need."

The little girl Jin Sanshun breathed a sigh of relief, then she plucked up her courage, raised her face and looked at Song Zhichao. Seeing that Song Zhichao didn't seem to be talking and playing, she felt much more at ease; but vaguely, she felt a little strange in her heart. Many people have always said that she was beautiful, but why did President Song...she, what am I thinking about?

Song Zhichao didn't know the little girl Jin Sanshun's mind. Seeing that she was still motionless, she thought she was still shy, so she told her: "I'll go take a shower - please help me clean the study; by the way, there are very important documents in my drawer. Please pay attention when cleaning, and don't mess it up or lose it..."

After saying that, Song Zhichao ignored Jin Sanshun and left the study room again.

Jin Sansun bowed to his back from behind: "Don't worry, President Song! I will definitely be careful!"

Until he could not hear Song Zhichao's footsteps, Jin Sanshun raised his head, breathed, looked around, and thought about where to start cleaning.

...

In the bathroom—

Song Zhichao lay in the bathtub, soaking his whole body in the heat, feeling warm.

Chopin's piano concerto was played in his ears, and it was loud enough to cover up any noise outside.

Song Zhichao reached out and picked up the champagne on the table next to the bathtub, took a sip, closed his eyes and said, "I don't know what's going on outside, don't let me down."

After saying that, Song Zhichao slowly slid his body down until the pool water flooded the top of his head.

...

In the study room—

The little nanny Jin San had almost wiped all the places in the study. At this time, she opened the drawer that Song Zhichao had told him.

The important documents that Song Zhichao had just read were neatly placed in the drawer.

Kim Sansun's eyes became a little flickered, her expression was a little nervous, and her throat rolled.
Chapter completed!