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Liang Jingyu asked Zhao Fusheng puzzled: "I heard that the Blue House guy is planning to attack Samsung."

The one at Blue House naturally refers to the current president of South Korea.

Zhao Fusheng laughed when he heard the words: "President Lu may be a good man, but the people around him have dirty buttocks. If he doesn't do anything, he will be gone. If he does, he will not be far from stepping down."

This is the truth.

This is Korea after all.

It is a country controlled by chaebols.

Although Roh Moo-hyun is a good man, his family may not be as clean as his.

What's more, Zhao Fusheng never believed in these politicians.

Placing hope in the hands of a politician is like putting a knife around your own neck. Maybe someone will chop it off at any time.

"Then you mean..."

Looking at Zhao Fusheng hesitantly, Wu Sijie said: "Are we going to form an alliance with the Li family?"

"Who knows?"

Zhao Fusheng smiled and shook his head: "Tomorrow I plan to meet Li Mengxi and Li Jianxi. I hope these two don't let me down. Otherwise, I don't mind helping out."

Hearing these words, Wu Sijie and Liang Jingyu looked at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes.

After arguing for a long time, his boss didn't even think about standing in line, he was just waiting for a price.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

No matter those chaebols, Samsung or CJ, in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, they are not his own.

Therefore, he will not form an alliance with a certain party, he will only stand on the side of the winner.

As for what the loser thinks?

Ha ha.

History is written by the winners, and the losers are not qualified to write history.

It seems that after the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs, how little history has been revised?

Hard-bodied literati have long been killed.

Keep your hair but not your head, keep your head but not your hair.

On the tenth day of Yangzhou, there were three massacres in Jiading.

These brutal massacres have long been buried in the dust of history.

No one knows how much prosperity was destroyed when the Manchus entered the customs with iron hooves. They will only remember the so-called prosperous times of Kangxi and Qianlong, the so-called Great Qing Empire.

What court dramas and braid dramas whitewash is not only the peace of an era, but also a barbaric civilization.

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The next day, the news of Zhao Fusheng reached Li Jianxi and Li Mengxi.

"He wants to see me?"

Li Jianxi asked Li Fuzhen in surprise.

Li Fuzhen came here specially to deliver a message.

"Yes, father."

Li Fuzhen bowed and said, "It's not just you, it seems that he also invited uncle to meet."

"Hehe, it's interesting."

Li Jianxi nodded and waved his hand: "I see, you tell him that tonight, I will host a banquet at the Li family's mansion and invite him."

"Ok."

Li Fuzhen turned and left.

She knew very well that she could not participate in the confrontation between her father and Zhao Fusheng at this level, so she didn't say anything extra.

Looking at Li Fuzhen's back, Li Jianxi sighed.

My eldest daughter is still very smart.

In fact, if she were a man, she would undoubtedly be the most suitable candidate to inherit the family business.

But unfortunately, she is a woman.

This meant that she would not be able to become the head of the family.

At this time, the butler beside him came in.

"President, it's Mr. Meng Xi's call."

"Hey, big brother."

Li Jianxi picked up the phone...

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Soon, Li Fuzhen brought Li Jianxi's words to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was naturally very happy and went to the appointment happily.