I'm reborn and I'm an international student again?

“Mr. Chen, you should know that with the size of our group, no company in the world can rival us. Our global business coverage is not an exaggeration. You have only temporarily seized some market share through some underhanded tactics. If this battle continues, Huahetong and the Japanese Agricultural Cooperative will undoubtedly lose!” the hook-nosed man said, trying to appear calm.

“You’re right, but I haven’t lost yet, have I? Are you in such a hurry because it’s imminent that South Korea will change its leader?” Chen Xi, who had been reborn, was very clear about the current situation.

Last year, a series of scandals were exposed by the media, sparking public outrage. Now, the South Korean parliament has initiated impeachment proceedings against the current leader. In other words, barring any unforeseen circumstances, a change of leadership is imminent.

"We're talking business now, why bring politics into this? In the end, we're just working for the group, but you're different, Mr. Chen. In the end, the one who'll suffer is the money in your own pocket," the hook-nosed man said, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, I have plenty of money. We have an old saying where I'm from: ‘Suffering a loss is a blessing.’ You can understand it as: people who are willing to suffer losses often live a peaceful, happy, and carefree life. This is something I just made. You've been in China for so many years, you should understand what this means.” Chen Xi laughed and picked up a Chinese knot made of folded paper and painted red.

“Mr. Chen, I think we don’t need to waste any more time. Negotiations are often difficult to complete in one go. You can state your demands first, and we will compile them and report them to headquarters. This will save everyone trouble.” Seeing that the other party was difficult to deal with, the hook-nosed man also became a little anxious.

"No problem, I have no objection." Chen Xi nodded.

The man with the hooked nose exchanged a glance with the other three, greeted Chen Xi, and strode out of the conference room.

Chen Xi found those few Koreans puzzling.

These people came all the way to attend the meeting, but they didn't say a word from beginning to end. What was their purpose?
He cleared his throat and began, “You are all victims of this grain and oil war. As companies in South Korea, shouldn’t you unite to resist the four major grain traders? Compromise will only embolden them. Look at the attitude of the Japanese Agricultural Cooperatives!”

“Hehe, Mr. Chen makes a good point. But you’re not from South Korea after all, so you don’t understand the situation here. Let alone us, which other tycoon doesn’t have to defer to America? Some people online say that South Korean leaders have to defer to the tycoons, but in the end, we’re all just puppets of America.” Sun Zhijing laughed awkwardly.

Some might think the group chairman's speech was too weak and unbecoming of a business decision-maker. But Chen Xi did not look down on him.

He recalled that in his previous life he returned to his country with great enthusiasm, his initial ideal being to build the nation. After failing, his ideal was reduced to building his hometown. In the end, he only hoped to return to the peak of wealth.

This is often the case as people get older: setbacks wear down their edges, their ambition fades, they become timid, and they start to act hesitantly.

Sun Zhijing is almost as old as his grandfather and has far more experience than Chen Xi, so he has naturally seen through many things.

"Then why are you all here today without saying a word?" Chen Xi sighed and asked, spreading his hands.

"Why? Of course, I came because I have something to do, hehe." Sun Zhijing said, stroking his slightly graying beard.

"Something wrong?" Chen Xi didn't quite understand.

"We're here for the wedding. The Cui and Jin families are having their wedding here today."

"What? It's the one from the SK Group?"

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xi's expression changed instantly, and his composure vanished.

A figure immediately flashed into his mind – Jin Nana.

"Alright, it's about time. Let's go together." Simba checked his watch and patted Chen Xi on the shoulder.

Engagements and weddings among South Korean conglomerates are typically handled discreetly, usually kept private and not made public. Occasionally, lavish weddings are held, but these are often intended to boost stock prices.

If a relationship or marriage announcement is made too early, it will immediately become the focus of national media and netizens, and the history, finances, and even the private lives of both families will be scrutinized under a microscope. Any negative news could affect the valuation of the deal or even cause the marriage negotiations to fall apart.

It can be said that a marriage is essentially a business negotiation. The two sides will engage in a long behind-the-scenes game regarding property agreements, equity arrangements, and post-marital roles. Making it public too early will leave both sides with no room for maneuver and subject them to public pressure.

"What's wrong? You look so distracted?" Simba asked in a low voice in his ear.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little excited because I've never seen a South Korean tycoon's wedding in person before." Chen Xi regained his composure and forced a smile.

“I’ll show you today. Oh, it’s really nothing special,” Simba said.

"That's not right. I didn't see any festive decorations at the entrance when I came to the hotel." Chen Xi scratched his head.

"Hey, that's all done by ordinary people. Let me tell you, Korea is only so big. In the end, all the chaebols are relatives. It's either my daughter marrying into your family or my son marrying your daughter."

"Oh? If this continues, won't it all become a case of cousins ​​marrying their cousins?"

"Haha, that's right!"

Simba laughed too.

As soon as Chen Xi stepped out of the conference room, he bumped into an old acquaintance.

"Oh my, this is really strange, I keep running into you everywhere I go. You haven't been following me all this time, have you? No wonder my business keeps getting thwarted by Real-Car, it turns out you've already figured out my whole plan!" Norbert walked up to Chen Xi and put on an exaggerated expression.

"What are you doing here?" Chen Xi was focused on getting to the wedding and had no time to talk to him.

"What am I doing here? Of course, I'm here to discuss business! I have a company here. You've been following me, why do you even need to ask? Fine, I'll just tell you directly, I've already captured half of the used car market share here, and I'll be able to come to China to find you soon..."

"Oh."

Norbert rattled off a long string of words, but Chen Xi, who was not paying attention, just nodded silently, then patted Simba to signal him to lead the way.

"Hey, are you looking down on me?" Norbert was furious at the other party's reaction.

He glared at the other man's retreating figure, then suddenly his anger turned to laughter: "Hmph, he must have been discouraged by me. Seeing him with so many Koreans, he must have a big deal to discuss. If he can follow me, why can't I follow him?"

After saying that, Norbert secretly followed them, just like 007.

"Who was that person just now? Do you know anyone here? Why was he talking to you so excitedly?" Simba asked.

“A competitor from Australia. Foreigners, you know, tend to express their emotions more intensely.” Chen Xi shrugged.

“That’s true. Those white people always say that we Asians have unchanging expressions and you can’t tell if we’re happy or angry at all.” Simba glanced at him and asked meaningfully.

Normally, Chen Xi would have responded, but at this moment, his mind was preoccupied with other matters. Meanwhile, the South Korean bigwigs, including Sun Zhijing, exchanged glances.

They conducted some investigation into Chen Xi's background, and the conclusion was summed up in just two words: shocking!

With Chen Xi's current strength, it would be impossible for him to achieve this in South Korea.

The resources here are completely monopolized by conglomerates; ordinary people can forget about ever reaching this level.

This is impossible in South Korea, impossible in island nations, and probably similar in other Western countries.

According to their investigation, Chen Xi's family background was considered decent in China, but far inferior to those families in South Korea that had been established for many years.

To have reached this point without relying on family funds, and at such a young age, one can only say that the future is limitless.

If Chen Xi weren't Chinese, they might actually consider marrying their daughter to him.

To date, it's not uncommon for wealthy South Korean families to marry their daughters to foreigners, but these marriages are usually to distant relatives, those who wish to acquire South Korean citizenship, or descendants of wealthy Chinese-American families, or Chinese classmates who have studied in Europe or America. These individuals often share similar backgrounds, social classes, and wealth levels, and their families typically have a certain degree of influence in South Korea or internationally.

In other words, while these powerful figures cannot directly marry their daughters to him, they can arrange marriages between relatives to him in order to resolve some of the problems of South Korean companies.

After all, Americans have become far too demanding in recent years. Since they can't completely get rid of them, they can at least alleviate the pressure on the group through private marriages.

Sun Zhijing and the others secretly plotted as they walked.

They all witnessed what happened at the meeting. Everyone present is shrewd and knows things can't be resolved so quickly. The most likely outcome is that Chen Xi will make exorbitant demands, the four major grain merchants will refuse, and then the situation will once again descend into a tug-of-war.

This is one of the reasons why they didn't speak during the meeting.

The wedding venue arrived quickly, in the hotel's ballroom.

Korean chaebols typically hold two types of weddings: one is a traditional wedding, usually held in a specially designed traditional courtyard or private room in a hotel, with only close family members in attendance. It is a very small and extremely private ceremony, a true family ceremony, and the media and business partners will never be present.

Another type is the Western-style thank-you banquet, which is similar to a wedding in China. It invites a large number of guests, including business tycoons, politicians, celebrities, and stars.

Since Simba invited Chen Xitong, it's clearly the second possibility.

Upon entering the banquet hall, Chen Xi found it somewhat strange that there were no extravagant decorations typical of domestic weddings, nor were there any large round tables.

He had some understanding of weddings in South Korea, noting that Korean wedding customs were similar to, but also different from, those in China.

For example, wreaths are only used at funerals in China, but they are also used at weddings in South Korea, and guests can only wear black, not white. Other aspects are similar to those in China, with banquets and food, except that the banquets may be held at round tables or long tables.

There were quite a few people at the scene, all holding wine glasses, but no one was chatting or laughing; everyone was staring intently ahead.

Because the wedding was already halfway through, the bride was crying in the arms of an older man. The tall, handsome Korean oppa standing nearby wanted to go over and comfort her but felt it was inappropriate, so he could only stand there awkwardly smiling.

Holy crap, am I late?
It's not too late. Since I'm here, it's not too late!
Chen Xi clenched his fist.

On the way here, he had already simulated various scenarios in his mind and gone through a lot of internal struggle.

All he wants to do right now is to steal the bride!

He doesn't care about the South Korean tycoons or the four major American grain traders. Even if they try to stop him all day, he's going to take Kim Na-na away!

The host was speaking in Korean, which Chen Xi couldn't understand. He patted Xinba Ke on the shoulder and strode onto the stage amidst the other's surprised gaze.

The unexpected arrival of the uninvited guest caused a flurry of whispers throughout the room.

Chen Xi strode forward, stretched out his hand, and called out, "Wait a minute! I have something to say!"

The entire audience was shocked, and Sun Zhijing and the others stared wide-eyed.

They were just thinking about which relative to introduce to Chen Xi to win him over, but who knew this guy would suddenly do something like this.

Just then, Norbert, who was hiding by the door and peering inside, was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

He was startled and turned around abruptly, only to find Kim Junsu staring at him.

"Why are you taking pictures of me?" Norbert asked angrily.

"What are you doing? I'd like to ask you what you're doing sneaking around here?" Kim Junsu's eyes widened.

“Of course I’m here for the wedding,” Norbert casually lied.

"Bullshit! This is my family's wedding. When did we invite you? I think you just came here to show off, didn't you? We've sold you most of the company's shares, what more do you want?" Kim Junsu sneered.

"What? Your family's wedding?" Norbert was stunned.

"If it's not mine, is it yours? This place is full of Koreans, it's my territory! You're not leaving until you explain yourself clearly," Kim Junsu said, hands on his hips.

"Let's not talk about that. I came here with that Chinese man," Norbert tried to change the subject.

"Which Chinese person? There's no way there could be any Chinese people here." Kim Junsu looked puzzled.

“That’s Chen Xi!” Norbert pointed ahead.

Upon hearing this, Kim Junsu frowned, looked in the direction indicated on the stage, and then his eyes widened.

P.S.: Updates have been a bit slow these past few days because I was planning to go to South Korea on business in a few days. But there's a nationwide airport strike going on there, and I was worried about disrupting my trip, so I canceled it and rearranged things. On another note, although I dislike Koreans, I fought for this high salary myself. A few days ago I saw a news report saying that Hangzhou's food delivery prices are among the lowest in the country, while Nanjing's Xinjiekou area has the highest, so a lot of delivery riders are flocking to Nanjing. I suspect that Nanjing's prices might drop soon. Sometimes rights are earned, but some people always try to find a solution elsewhere…sigh… (End of Chapter)