"Ha, the word "Rat-sucking weapon" is very useful." An Shengji laughed. "But what exactly is this weapon? It's very interesting to combine it with the question you just now."

Kim Jong-ming didn't say anything, just watched "Broken Arrow" while quietly waiting for the other party to explain.

"First of all, what do you think you should do? Of course it comes from the speculations of those who are far away from you. In their eyes, big people should be symbolic characters. Some are greedy and shameless, some are enthusiastic and dedicated, some are strong and domineering, some are cowardly and incompetent... But there is no way to use this symbolic, because a big person who affects many people, the humanized things on him are actually not very useful to others, and there is no need for everyone to pay attention. Moreover, Zhong Ming, do you know what the impression you left on everyone?"

Kim Jong-ming remained silent, as if he was concentrating on watching movies.

"For a long time, your biggest enemy is your age. In order not to leave people with a young and vigorous feeling, you always maintain an image of being talkative about the overall situation and being magnanimous in any external details. So in a sense, the reason why everyone treats you this way is that you seek kindness and benevolence. So back to the question I just now, are you really afraid of three stars? What you avoid is to hurt the reputation you have cultivated for a long time!"

Kim Jong-ming closed his eyes with a little discouragedness, and he could not refute it at all.

"However, this is also a common problem for the superiors." An Sung-ki continued. "It's like when we were fighting the movie quota activities back then, why did Roh Moo-hyun admit defeat? Because he also needed to maintain his political image, which gave us an opportunity to take advantage of it. However, Zhong Ming, I said this is not a positive example. In fact, I think Roh Moo-hyun is a negative exception and cannot be learned... because he can actually jump to the cliff in order to maintain his image. He puts the cart before the horse!"

Jin Zhongming opened his eyes again.

"I really want to tell you today, there is another sentence." An Shengji on the other end of the phone emphasized his tone. "Zhong Ming, I think you, or those people, have ignored a problem. You are already a superior! And this is very important!"

Kim Jong-ming started staring at the open-air screen and watching movies again.

"Then father, is this matter considered passing?" In the restaurant, Li Shengji was still asking his father carefully for advice. "He asked you for conditions..."

"Who told you?" Li's father frowned and asked without hesitation. "And who allowed you to use the word 'exchange' to describe what happened just now?"

Li Shengji felt a chill in his heart.

"Shengji." Li's father sighed slightly. "Today I want to give you a class, one may be the most valuable lesson I can give you in my life. If you can understand this topic, I can forgive you if you can only go to Dongguo University!"

Lee Seung-gi stood up honestly and prepared to listen to the teachings.

"Three questions." Li's father tidied up his sleeves, then raised his legs and stared at his son with a serious expression. "First, why did I run over anxiously when I heard you here? Second, why did I ask you to kneel down first as soon as I came in? Third, why am I so happy to let me pour wine at this age?"

"That's because my approach is naive..."

"None are not." Li's father interrupted his son's murmur with a stern face. "Another question, do you think your father, I became the deputy editor-in-chief of the Chosun Ilbo, and I am a big shot?"

"yes."

"Do you think I am more valued on Samsung? My status is more stable?"

"Isn't it?" Lee Seung-gi asked back in a little panic.

"Of course," Li's father nodded naturally. "Otherwise, how could I arrange so many Samsung endorsement advertisements for you? How did I arrange Olympic torchbearer for you? How did I arrange election spokesperson for you? Of course, because I am at a higher position now than before, of course, because I value Samsung more than before, and of course... My grade in Samsung, the Korean economic dynasty is higher than before! Then, so what?"

Li Shengji was confused.

"Ha!" Li's father laughed sarcastically, obviously dissatisfied with his son's stupidity. "Have you seen "Queen Shande"?"

"I've seen it." Although Lee Seung-ki didn't understand why his father talked about the TV series at this time, he still nodded nervously.

"Korean historical dramas are all written like myths. I understand Kim Jong-ming, a history-based person, is unwilling to act in a Korean costume drama." Li's father shook his head and smiled. "But I rarely think the screenwriters have some materials. Of course, this does not mean that they have expanded their territory on the historical map for Korea, but that in political dramas, their screenwriters portray certain things very well."

Lee Seung-gi opened his eyes wide and listened to his teachings quietly.

"I forgot which episode, and I forgot the specific plot. Anyway, the two princesses in Silla are fighting for power. Then a good princess is ready to make the secret of the astronomy calendar public and remove the veil of the noble divine power. Then at this time another bad princess came to find his political opponent and said something, making the good princess give up this idea... Since you have seen it and have such a good memory, tell me what the bad princess said at that time."

Lee Seung-ki knew that his father remembered the wrong thing. There was no good princess in that TV series. That bad princess was actually just the concubine of the American family who mastered the government in history. It was just because it was played by Lee Yuanyao, and she looked very young. And that good princess gave up releasing the truth before she finished listening, otherwise she would not be a good princess... However, Lee Seung-ki wisely did not worry about these small problems, but directly said the words in that plot. After all, the TV series "Queen Shande" was the most popular "serious drama" of that year, and he really remembered that plot.

"The bad princess Meishi ran over to find the later Queen Shande, that is, the good princess Deman," said Li Shengji. "Some things in this world are divided vertically, and some are divided horizontally. For example, the whole world can be divided into Datang and Dashi, and in the northeast, it must be divided into Goguryeo, Baekje, Silla, and in Silla it is divided into your Deman's power and your Deman's power. This is called vertically. But what if you have this horizontal part? There are only two kinds of people, one who rules people and the other who are ruled. At this time, My Deman is the same person as You Deman!"

"How incisive it is?" Li's father suddenly asked loudly. "Don't you understand yet? This is the class! The naked class! Those seniors of yours look very good in front of you. When you see them, you have to bow and say hello. In fact, their life and death are in your father's hands. The debt of 1.7 billion won is in the bank. If I say hello, he will be destroyed! He said hello and his wife and children will not live in the house tomorrow, and his whole family will get out tomorrow. If the police are not convinced, they will come to the door! It's just that I don't want to dare so, which doesn't mean I can't do this!"

Li Shengji's face was pale, as if scared by his own father's reaction.

"By the same, how about our father and son compared to the Kim Jong-ming just now?" Li's father laughed as a self-deprecatingly. "Do you really think that if he made up his mind to mess with you, I could protect you? Or is Samsung willing to protect you? You think too much, if the big guys above us are not the same person, of course they will be worried. But if they count on each other, they are class friendship... You think you have a talisman, you think you are a person, so you run over and call me brothers and brothers. Let me tell you the truth, if it really provokes other people's evil fire, no one can protect you! That's why I asked you to kneel down and serve you wine in person. Fortunately, they came in time, and they recognized my old face..."

When Li Shengji heard this, he wanted to say something but stopped. It was obvious that he felt that his father had been exaggerated, but he didn't dare to refute it due to the other party's authority.

No one knows his son, but his father, who was still educating his son with a strong aura, suddenly felt discouraged after seeing the other party's reaction, and he lost all his thoughts.

"Father?" Lee Seung-ki asked tentatively.

"While I still have the strength, I suddenly want to accept an apprentice in the Chosun Ilbo." Li's father couldn't help but rub his face, then exhaled.

"Why, why?" Li Shengji was very puzzled.

"Because since ancient times, sons have been unreliable." Li's father met his own son's gaze without hesitation. "When the son always feels that his own father is good to him, he never thanks his father..."

Lee Seung-ki quickly knelt down.

Li's father ignored him, but stood up and turned around and left, leaving only two light words: "It's better for master and apprentice. The son regards his father's kindness as a matter of course and even dislikes; but students always regard their teacher's kindness as a reward, so the teacher's words are still valuable. What's the use of giving you this waste if I have saved for half my life?"

Li Shengji knelt honestly, and when his father disappeared outside the door, he immediately stood up, and his respectful face turned into impatient.

"Zhong Ming." An Shengji was still talking to his students. "My achievements are actually not as good as you... Some things you have to have judgment on yourself, and I said, just think about it yourself." After a pause, An Shengji continued. "Sometimes, don't suppress your nature. If that happens, I always feel that you will either become a hypocritical machine, or you will not be able to suppress the things in your heart, and suddenly burst out and be completely out of control."

"So, what does the teacher mean?"

"My meaning is very obvious. If you are unhappy, you will be punished by anyone. But you must be clean from the beginning and the end, and you must be like a mountain from top to bottom, so that they can be fatal. As I said just now, you are a real big shot now, and there is no need to deliberately respond to snob and take advantage of your mistakes."

Kim Jong-ming nodded, but in front of him, except for Yang Xianshuo's chrysanthemum face...that thing actually has two sides. One is that it relies on class differences and information advantages, and it can easily achieve a big pound. On the other hand, it cannot expect to encounter excellent opportunities like that, and then just click it. After all, being too flawed will not show strength.

"And." An Shengji on the other end of the phone sighed slightly. "From my point of view, I still hope that you will stick to the original intention of an actor. If you can stick to your original intention under this identity, then most people should still recognize the image you have worked hard to cultivate."

"You're talking about it." Kim Jong-ming chuckled. "Actually, I'm not hiding it from you. I'm quite touched by what happened these days. I want to make a movie that discusses class, speaks the right to speak, and can also make a fuss."

"How are you going to fire?" An Shengji asked with laughter and cry.

"Blasted the Mapo Bridge and... TV Building?" Kim Jong-ming looked back at the two most representative buildings around him.

"It's up to you!"

"Li Shengji's father is a little useful." Kim Jong-ming suddenly let out a sigh. "No need to be useless. After using it, I'll find a chance to kill him!"

"It must be reflected in a sense of height." An Shengji smiled. "When he died, he didn't realize how he died, and who did it..."

"It sounds like, teacher, you have done a lot of bad things?" Kim Jong-ming looked up and stared at the movie screen in front of him. On it, the professor played by An Shengji was actually sexually assaulted by a gangster in the same cell...

"I've been in this Vanity Fair for almost sixty years!" An Shengji hung up the phone.

At this time, the driver sent by the company had been standing at the park gate for half an hour. Kim Jong-ming no longer paid attention to the open-air movies, but walked straight over.

"Representative...going home?" the driver came up and asked.

"Send me to Busan." Kim Jong-ming calmly ordered. "Come now!"

"Yes." The driver bowed and agreed.
Chapter completed!