Chapter 1612 - 648: Face-Slapping (2)
"This Secretary Jiang can represent the Lee Family."
Doesn’t that mean, him appearing at this banquet is equivalent to the Lee Family being here in person?
For a girl like Sun Nana from the lower class, she might not remember the presidents Korea has had, but she would definitely know all the members of the Lee Family. They’ve been shining in this country like an invisible royal family for far too long.
It’s the same for others as well...
Any term associated with the "Samsung Group" either becomes a hot topic on social networks or a forbidden 404. Saying too much might lead to being investigated through your internet line.
While others were caught in a kind of excitement from Park Yubin’s words, feeling honored, Cui Min’er, who was being held tightly on the arm by Li Lina as if afraid she would run away, looked rather pale.
The internal strife of YG Entertainment, the reputation of the Park Group, had already pressed down on her heart like a mountain, making it hard for her to breathe. She didn’t expect this could also be tied to the Samsung Group.
Cui Min’er looked around blankly but still couldn’t find Zhou Wang’s figure, making her even more worried about Zhou Wang’s condition.
Moreover, in Cui Min’er’s heart, there was always a thought misled by Zhou Wang... Zhou Wang primarily sent her home this time, and the acquisition of the company was just something done "in passing."
This means that the troubles Zhou Wang is in now are highly likely because of her.
This made Cui Min’er even more frightened. She felt a strange sense of relief hearing Park Yubin and his peers laugh recklessly, thinking "Zhou Wang most likely ran away out of fear."
If facing the Samsung Group, Zhou Wang might as well have escaped, best if he’s already back in Huaxia... In this way, no matter what humiliation she might suffer from Park Yubin next, Cui Min’er felt it was bearable.
She thought with a heart ashen as dead.
...
Atop the steps.
After Park Jeongyun introduced everyone’s identities, he didn’t rush to speak again but gave everyone ample time to let their emotions spread and weigh the pros and cons.
This was undoubtedly very effective. A few minutes later, as Park Jeongyun slightly raised his hand, the commotion in the banquet hall almost immediately subsided.
This made Park Jeongyun, feeling he had truly become the master here, smile lightly. He thanked the esteemed guests present once again and then politely exchanged compliments with Secretary Jiang Huai. Finally, standing side by side, Park Jeongyun held the microphone and nodded:
"Tomorrow, YG Entertainment will make a formal announcement on its official website, and I hope everyone here can cooperate. If you are willing to post interlinked messages, you will receive my personal gratitude and that of YG Entertainment..."
"As for the content of the message, my secretary will send a template to your emails shortly, mainly about some scandals of former Chairman Zhou Wang of YG Entertainment. Those willing to step out and report or corroborate will also receive additional friendship from the Park Group."
The information contained in Park Jeongyun’s words was immense, showing not only that he would replace Zhou Wang as the new Chairman of YG Entertainment, but also revealing another more important message.
He is not just trying to oust Zhou Wang from YG Entertainment; he seems intent on truly putting Zhou Wang to death...
The so-called "scandal" was merely a euphemism; the real meaning was that he would find evidence of Zhou Wang’s "criminal activities."
In fact, some of the more insightful ones present, like Jiang Xin, had already expected that since Park Jeongyun had made such a grand arrangement, he had no intention of letting it go easily. Now, it was merely confirmed.
Judicial, taxation, finance, and the overwhelming power from the Lee Family...
Not to mention a foreigner like Zhou Wang with little foundation, even typical financial tycoon families rooted in Korea don’t have many who dare say they can stand against such force.
Amidst hushed whispers, a mocking, prominent voice suddenly pierced through from the outskirts of the crowd.
"Park Jeongyun, those in the know understand you’re seizing a chairman’s position, but those who don’t might think you’re trying to conquer the world!"
Amidst the crowd speaking Korean, the sudden burst of cursing Chinese instantly drew everyone’s attention.
In a particular direction, the crowd unconsciously parted. President Jin, already drenched in sweat, heard this voice and felt it was heavenly... even though he hadn’t figured out why the Chairman would dare to return?
"Chairman..."
"Chairman Zhou!"
Sporadically, a few voices broke the silence, and even Lisa inadvertently spoke out, realizing right after the dubious gazes of Jennie and Rose beside her, she hurriedly shrugged it off by adjusting her hair as if nothing happened.
"Are you an idiot?"
Jin Zhixiu pursed her lips, instinctively blamed, yet continuously glanced at Jennie beside her, who hadn’t noticed her abnormality, seemingly contemplating how to ask for her help.
With no choice, President Jin and Vice President Li among others courageously approached Zhou Wang. They all suspected Zhou Wang might not be aware of the situation here and were about to explain when Zhou Wang raised his hand to stop them.
He walked briskly, directly reaching the top of the stairs, and met the gloomy gaze of Park Jeongyun.
At this moment, Park Jeongyun’s face was dark, not because Zhou Wang, who was supposed to "run off," could bring any threat to him by returning. His anger completely stemmed from... he understood Chinese.
In Korea, the popularity of Chinese among the elite class wasn’t any less than that of English, which helps them grasp a deeper understanding of some of their own culture.
This is especially true for those in the entertainment industry. Since the Huaxia market has become one of the largest overseas markets for Korea’s entertainment industry, learning Chinese has almost been a compulsory course for all top artists.
This meant over 80% of those present actually understood Chinese, so they all knew the insult that Zhou Wang’s sentence carried...
Even if some didn’t understand, those beside them translated quietly, knowing it equaled the weight of three to five "siba."
In such a formal social setting, what difference does it make from being pointed at and cursed?
After realizing it, Park Jeongyun coldly stared at the young man who dared to stand before him, "Zhou Wang, we finally meet."
"Yes, though it’s likely the last time."
Faced with this powerful figure seasoned by financial tycoon experiences, Zhou Wang, no longer a novice, showed no fear, returning a cold smile.
Park Jeongyun was taken aback, surprised, "You seem to have some self-awareness..."
"You misunderstood my point."
Zhou Wang waved his hand but didn’t further explain.
Park Jeongyun frowned, but was too lazy to play word games with Zhou Wang. Since the other party dared to show up, he realized there was only one thing left to do, which was to publicly crush this ignorant young man.
Thinking so, his expression turned calm and cold, "Zhou Wang, you’ve returned at a good time. This official from the tax department, Zhao Jianyou, has something to inquire of you, and he even brought formal documents..."
With a gesture from Park Jeongyun, the young tax official, no older than his thirties yet holding a high position, conveniently stepped forward, holding a document obviously stamped with a bright red seal.
Upon seeing the document’s appearance, veterans like Jiang Xin were taken aback. They knew Park Jeongyun meant business, but they never expected he’d even have tax investigation papers ready in advance.
This was absolutely no intention to give Zhou Wang any opportunity to plead; his intent was to directly hammer him down with thunderous force.
Seeing there was even a document, Zhou Wang was quite surprised. He took it and glanced over it. Although he didn’t understand Korean, he roughly knew what a document stamped with a red seal implied, which made Zhou Wang grin.
Then he did something that left everyone gasping...
He grabbed that stack of papers and slapped Park Jeongyun in the face with it.
"So what?"