Kapitel 118: 117
Chapter 117: Princess of Samsung, 38-Year-Old Li Fuzhen
Ye Manman knew very well that the opportunity to be alone with Su Yan today was rare. This trip to Han Country was a perfect chance for her to indulge fully in her emotions and physical desires. She wasn't going to waste it. She planned to experience everything that being with Su Yan could offer.
In the evening, Su Yan and Ye Manman set off for the dinner party, which was being held at a private estate in Seoul. In a small country like Han, land was a precious commodity, so owning a manor carried immense prestige. As they arrived, Kim Seung-hyun, a U.S.-educated prosecutor with considerable influence, was already waiting at the door.
"Young Master Su, welcome to Han Country. The dinner has been prepared in your honor," Kim Seung-hyun said, his voice filled with respect. "Many people are eager to meet you tonight."
Ye Manman, walking beside Su Yan, was astounded. She had recently read up on Han Country's elite and knew that Kim Seung-hyun, though not known for his looks, held significant power. Yet, here he was, treating Su Yan with such deference. It was clear that Su Yan's network in Han Country was vast and powerful—more than she had ever imagined.
This realization excited her even more. Su Yan was truly a mystery, someone whose depths she was only beginning to understand.
At Kim's invitation, Su Yan led Ye Manman into the manor. She couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Xiaoyan, this Kim Seung-hyun… he seems to have great influence here."
Su Yan smiled slightly, "To ordinary people, he's indeed powerful. But in Han Country, officials like him are just pawns."
"Pawns?" Ye Manman echoed, confused.
"The real power here lies with the chaebols," Su Yan explained patiently. "Because behind the chaebols is the United States. Most officials in Han Country don't fare well unless they align themselves with the chaebols. Even the country's president, if he dares oppose them, usually ends up either imprisoned or dead after leaving office."
Su Yan's words opened Ye Manman's eyes. She had never known about this darker side of Han Country's politics. Her ignorance made her feel a bit naive. "And who is the most powerful chaebol here?"
"Samsung, of course," Su Yan said, his tone matter-of-fact. "Li Kun-hee, the president of Samsung, is practically a local emperor. In Han Country, even the president has to tread carefully around him. And let's not forget, people like him can go toe-to-toe with the President of the United States."
As they entered the estate, Su Yan and Ye Manman were greeted by several prominent figures from Han Country, each eager to introduce themselves to Su Yan. His mysterious background had stirred a buzz, and everyone wanted to be on good terms with him. These were not small-time businessmen or minor officials—these were the elite, the kind of people you'd typically see in news headlines.
Ye Manman found herself short of breath. She recognized many faces from the news and online articles she had read. It was overwhelming—some of these figures were among the wealthiest and most influential in the world. And yet, they all seemed eager to approach Su Yan.
The most surprising to her was the presence of Shin Kyuk-ho, the founder of Lotte Group. Just how deep did Su Yan's connections run in Han Country?
Su Yan himself, however, had little interest in most of the attendees. His mind briefly flicked to Lotte's previous transgressions—particularly how the company had insulted China. It was a memory that lingered, and Su Yan planned to find a way to make Lotte pay when the time was right, perhaps by short-selling and turning a profit.
But then, as he scanned the room, his eyes landed on someone he had been hoping to see.
The eldest princess of Samsung—38-year-old Li Fuzhen.
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