Chapter 821 Not Selling!

Seoul's total area is no more than 600 square kilometers, less than a county in Huaxia, yet it is home to over five million people, a number that would exceed ten million in twenty years. It is difficult to imagine how so many people fit into this 600-square-kilometer land. A large city population naturally brings numerous benefits, especially for Seoul as the capital of the Goryeo nation; it would be an insult to the city's honor if it weren't developed. As a Huaxia national, there's an indescribable feeling towards countries like Goryeo, but it cannot be denied that they have made significant progress in certain areas.

Firstly, in the realm of technology, world-renowned conglomerates like Samsung, LG, and Hyundai have made their mark overseas. In terms of entertainment, fashion, and trends, they are at the forefront globally. The "Korean wave" has gradually become popular in China, with stylish young men and women seen everywhere on the streets. A great saying in later generations is that you can doubt the character of chaebols, but you cannot deny their foresight. Here, you can see beautiful young women with fair skin and scant clothing everywhere, all of them exceptionally attractive.

Qin Chuan and his group walked along the bustling fashion street, experiencing the unique customs and traditions of a different country. Regardless, nothing was so urgent that it couldn't wait a day or two, allowing everyone to relax first. Beside him, Elisa was fascinated by everything she saw, asking questions incessantly. Wherever Elisa went, whether it was the waitstaff or shop owners, they were extremely courteous, especially after learning she was from America, which made them even more attentive. This reminded Qin Chuan of history, of a certain place in this country that was almost a playground for many American soldiers. The soldiers truly held a superior privilege, enjoying many pleasures.

The group arrived in Seoul at noon, and before they knew it, night had fallen. Seoul at night had a different kind of charm, and they went out to explore again. They wandered until past eleven o'clock at night, and only when everyone was tired did they find a hotel to stay. As the big boss, Qin Chuan naturally had a room to himself, while the others shared two by two.

Just past midnight, a soft knock came from the door. Qin Chuan, wrapped in a bath towel with his chest bare, got out of bed to open it. The moment the door opened, a soft, fragrant, yielding body lunged into his arms, radiating a fiery passion. Qin Chuan quickly closed the door, and the two became entwined, eventually falling onto the bed...

The next morning, Qin Chuan and his group rented a car to travel to Daegu, as Samsung Electronics, a subsidiary of Samsung Group, was located there. This hereditary family business, established in 1938, had a history of 60 years at that time and was involved in an extremely wide range of industries, serving as a source of pride for many Goryeo nationals. Its numerous sectors included Samsung Electronics, Samsung Financial, Samsung Chemical, Samsung Heavy Industries, Samsung Aerospace, and Samsung Network, making it incredibly vast. Among these, Samsung Electronics was the most famous, renowned worldwide and a top-ranked Fortune Global 500 company. Today, Qin Chuan and his group were set to visit this department of Samsung Electronics.

The drive from Seoul to Daegu took about two to three hours. They departed before five in the morning and finally arrived at the Samsung Electronics building at eight. When Qin Chuan and his group approached the front desk and asked to see the person in charge, the receptionist, with great foresight, recognized the distinctive nature of these visitors. Therefore, even without an appointment, she made a call upstairs. Soon after, a man in a suit and tie appeared. With slicked-back hair and a powdered face, he introduced himself as Choi Seong-ho, the manager of the reception department. Throughout their interaction, Choi Seong-ho's gaze lingered on Elisa's face. Elisa's blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and curvaceous, sexy foreign allure were the stuff of many men's dreams.

Noticing Choi Seong-ho's gaze, Qin Chuan casually took a step forward, blocking the man's line of sight. "Hello, my name is Qin Chuan, from Huaxia. Please introduce me to your leader. I have an important cooperation to discuss with him." Qin Chuan spoke in Huaxia, as he did not understand the Goryeo language. After Qin Chuan finished, a professional translator standing beside him immediately relayed the message. Upon learning that Qin Chuan and his group were from Huaxia, Choi Seong-ho's eyes flickered, and he began to speak in a rapid stream of Goryeo.

"Boss, he is asking what kind of important cooperation we have?" the translator whispered. Qin Chuan frowned almost imperceptibly. This question went beyond the scope of a reception manager's duties, constituting overreach. However, as the saying goes, it's easier to deal with the King of Hell than a minor devil. He finally instructed the translator, "Tell him we are here to discuss a project related to MP3s."

Samsung Electronics had always been known for its excellent quality, especially in display screens, where it was unique. This was the primary reason for Qin Chuan's visit to Goryeo. Qin Chuan attached great importance to the MP3 project, which was currently where he had invested the most financial resources and effort. Its success or failure would impact many future business strategies. Considering various factors, Qin Chuan decided to invest heavily, directly using Samsung's LCD screens to make a breakthrough and establish his company's reputation.

Upon learning that Qin Chuan and his group were there to discuss the MP3 project, Choi Seong-ho pulled out his phone and walked aside to make a call. A few minutes later, he said, "Please follow me upstairs." They followed Choi Seong-ho into the elevator and went up to the fifth floor, which was Samsung Electronics' dedicated reception area. As expected of an internationally renowned chaebol, the reception area was not divided into sections but by floor. The entire fifth floor was the reception area, decorated luxuriously. People coming and going were all high-end individuals, either wealthy or influential. As they walked down the corridor, Qin Chuan encountered two groups of obvious big bosses from other countries.

"Please wait here. I will go and inform our colleagues in the business department," Choi Seong-ho said after bringing Qin Chuan and his group into a meeting room, then turned and left. An employee entered and asked what they would like to drink. The employee spoke fluent Chinese, demonstrating the immense strength of Samsung Electronics; even a simple meeting room attendant was required to be proficient in different languages. After waiting for about half an hour, the closed door of the meeting room was pushed open, revealing another man in a suit and tie. He was in his early forties, with a hint of arrogance in his demeanor, and wore an ID badge around his neck. The translator standing next to Qin Chuan quietly whispered, "His name is Kim Seok-min, and his position is a team leader in the business department." Kim Seok-min also knew Chinese, though not very fluently, he could manage basic communication. After a brief exchange of greetings, both parties sat down and got straight to the point.

Upon learning that Qin Chuan and his group were interested in MP3 displays, Kim Seok-min said, "Mr. Qin, although my position is not high, I have a general understanding of the company's situation. As far as I know, our company's internal production of MP3 displays is currently very tight. We don't have enough for our own use, let alone to supply externally. It is unlikely that your demand can be met."

Qin Chuan frowned, and the expressions of the others changed slightly. Did this mean their trip to Goryeo was in vain? "Team Leader Kim, we have come with utmost sincerity, and I believe you can see that with your discerning eye," Qin Chuan said quickly. "Your company's achievements in display screens have always been ahead of its peers, which is precisely what we value. Please help us. Price is not a major issue. The entire Huaxia market is immense, and our cooperation would be a win-win business."

However, Kim Seok-min ignored Qin Chuan's humble attitude and said impatiently, "Was what I said not clear enough? I already told you, our displays are not enough for our own use, let alone to supply to others. No matter how high the price you offer, it is a futile wish. Please leave immediately. This meeting room needs to be prepared to receive more esteemed guests shortly!" With that, Kim Seok-min made a gesture for them to leave.