Kim Jong-ming was extremely disappointed with Kim Kwang-soo.

On the bridge, after experiencing initial shock, Kim Kwang-soo has recovered his calm. Fortunately, this person at least knows interpersonal communication and knows what to do at this time - he said nothing, just waiting for Kim Jong-ming to calm himself before explaining.

"President Kim Kwang-soo." Kim Jong-ming did return to his calmness. However, his words and thousands of reasons were just like the time he was in Tara's cafe. He was really too lazy to say it again. "At this point, Sister Zhao Yeon and Bao Lan should also take care of them. Eun-jing should not be so excessive. Some things must be affected after all. No matter what, you can't let some of them separate all the resources but leave the two members vacant, right?"

Kim Kwang-soo looked puzzled, as if he was thinking about something.

"And, the relationship between Eun-jing and I is not as complicated as you think!" Jin Zhongming continued weakly.

Kim Kwang-soo's face suddenly appeared, and this time he seemed to have really woken up. He first nodded repeatedly, and then said that he would let all Tara members get the most fair treatment... But Kim Jong-ming was too lazy to care about the other party. He stretched out his hand and patted the bridge railing next to him, as if he had agreed with the other party's plan.

That's what Kim Kwang-soo thought... So, when he said goodbye and left under Kim Jong-ming's urging, he felt so relaxed and relieved, and then he was ready to continue his ccm's great cause of death.

By the way, it was definitely not accidental that Tara had a broken incident before!

In this way, watching the other party leave, Kim Jong-ming immediately picked up the two remaining fruit bentoes on the ground, then patted the bridge railings, turned around and left in the opposite direction. After all, unlike Kim Kwang-soo who was heading straight to Neigu Cave in Gangnam, he still needed to go back to Hongdae to drive his broken Hyundai car first.

Finally, at 11 o'clock in the evening, Kim Jong-ming returned home.

Zheng Ermao, a senior high school candidate, has not yet slept, or is about to go to bed, and his mother is also taking care of her daughter here. At this moment, she is sitting on a stool beside the coffee table and looking at a magazine. After seeing Kim Jong-ming come back, the former immediately ran over and picked up two bentoes with a little excitement, but after smelling it, krysta1 did not mean to open it.

"Two portions of bento, one portion for Chulong and one portion for you. It's too late, so I brought them all back. It is said that there is mango pizza in it." Kim Jong-ming, who was changing his shoes, comforted him. "I thought about buying it for you because of this..."

krysta1 opened one of the boxes half-believingly, then closed it without hesitation, opened the second portion, and closed it again.

"What's wrong?" Kim Jong-ming asked inexplicably.

"It's true that there is fruit pizza here, but it's all raspberry flavor, and it's half a piece..." krysta1 frowned and replied. "Wood, are you cheated?"

"No." Kim Jong-ming thought about it carefully, then shook his head without hesitation. "But I know what's going on, it's Saeron... Kim Syron"

"What's wrong with the naughty kid?" krysta1 was unknown.

"I took her out for dinner. She should know that I bought this for the mango pizza inside, so I picked it up and stole it all..." Kim Jong-ming said as he threw away his coat and sat on the sand, then leaned his head and slumped on it. "She was deliberately teasing you!"

krysta1 was in a flash of fire, and she wanted to find the naughty child in the middle of the night to tear the other person's face, but when she turned around and saw her brother looking in a distracted state, she actually pressed her anger again.

"What's wrong with Wood?" Krysta1 put down the bento box and climbed onto the sand while asking. "Didn't you go out for a meal? Why are you unhappy?"

"I haven't had a few days of peace recently." Jin Zhongming replied weakly. "Everyone is looking for trouble for me..."

"I didn't ask for trouble for you." Krysta1 responded without hesitation. "You said in "Golden Fishery" in front of all Koreans, if I can't get into any university, I will let me quit the group. I didn't say anything..."

"That's true." Jin Zhongming nodded, then patted the other party's head. "No matter what, our Ermao classmate is still very well-behaved..."

krysta1 nodded repeatedly.

"So." Jin Zhongming took advantage of the situation and pointed at the two boxes of bentoes on the table. "Since you are so obedient, then forget about the mangoes. I will talk about it later if you want to settle the score with Sailun. The bento will help me put the refrigerator first, so I will bring it to Chulong tomorrow. As for you, go to bed early..."

krysta1 pouted speechlessly, turned his head and looked at Zheng's mother who was sitting on the side without looking at any magazine. However, after he had no response, he finally acted honestly as he said.

"My mom wants to tell me something?" Seeing Krysta1 enter his room and even the lights went out, Kim Jong-ming looked at the person waiting for him.

"Wood, I don't know if you should tell you." Ms. Li Jingshu put down the fashion magazine with a normal expression, then paused for a moment, as if he was hesitating.

However, Jin Zhongming knew very well that since the words had reached this point, the other party was not hesitating whether to say it, but should be raising language. After many years, the other party understood him and understood him. Therefore, he sat quietly in place, waiting for the other party to speak.

"Maomao didn't know where he went crazy." Zheng's mother frowned slightly. "You have to take care of her more recently..."

"Maybe in the dormitory?" Kim Jong-ming raised his eyebrows slightly. "Or maybe there is Yuri opposite? She may not be crazy about going out."

"Not here." Zheng's mother shook her head seriously. "Don't deceive herself, she should have gone out to play. Wood, why don't you... feel very willing to control her recently?"

"It's not that I don't want to be restrained." Kim Jong-ming replied helplessly. "The reasons are diverse. Her age is there. She has been in the industry for so long. It's boring to be too restrictive. Moreover, don't you say it too much? She's just playing crazy and there's nothing too much. Of course, the most important thing is..."

“What is it?”

"It's me now... I'm a little confused about myself." Facing Zheng's mother who raised me, Kim Jong-ming finally confessed his feelings. "For outsiders, I'm making great strides in the first half of this year, especially in my career. I feel like I can do anything. People in the circle are even calling me the emperor of Korean movies in private. But what about it?"

"So what?" Zheng's mother asked with a worried look on her face. She was worried, and Kim Jong-ming was also concerned.

"In fact, those are all plans I have prepared for many years. They have abundant funds and clear goals. Even opponents like Lee Jae-hyun have been forced into the quagmire by himself. His own sister can take the initiative to make a comeback, which shows how bad his situation is... So, these things are not worth boasting. On the contrary, I was too blind to this issue because of some other people and things, and instead made some movements not keep up with the big situation, and there was a sense of disagreement. And most importantly, my mentality was not keeping up with the heart..."

"What about it specifically?" Zheng's mother couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she heard that it was not a substantial problem.

"It's easy to explain if the situation didn't keep up." Kim Jong-ming replied helplessly. "The funds were too urgent, which caused the property to shrink too much; Facebook did not stabilize, and the psychological expected value could not be achieved; and the action that should have echoed the progress of the lady was too early, which made many things work half the result with twice the effort... In fact, to be honest, someone has already retained his attitude towards me because of this. My mother's senior sister is fine. She will eventually have to be fully equipped, and she has just worked together, so I didn't expect me to be normal. But what about Samsung? I stabbed Lee Jae-hyun in the waist and eyes, but I have not expressed anything until now! There is also Choi Tae-won, I don't know what he thought, and I can shirke him away..."

Zheng’s mother didn’t interrupt. She knew that she couldn’t interrupt these problems, and she knew that Kim Jong-ming wanted to find someone to talk about it.

"As for the mentality that cannot keep up, I can only say that I can't keep up, but I can't keep up, and there is no way to explain it in detail." Kim Jong-ming continued to preach after breathing. "If you have to say it, the status in front of you is too high after all, which is far more exaggerated than what I have won the actor or become a boss before. For a while, I can't handle this change calmly. I forced myself to go to Busan for two months before, and I wanted to use it to calmly control myself, but in fact, I was unable to deal with this change.

I still have a little bit of trying to take the opportunity to calm down. But in the end, I was still damaged by some unexpected things, and it was one after another... Because I saw that this level of status improvement has led to changes not only for me personally, but also for the people and things around me to change more! People who are close to you expect more, people who are opposite are more alert to you, people who are close to you want to climb to grow, but the people in the distance have become more strict with you... All kinds of examples are different!"

Zheng's mother lowered her head, and seemed to be quite touched. After all, they could detect this problem, let alone Kim Jong-ming himself?

"My mom, I have been really upset by some people and things recently. In this case, I don't know what I can do, what I should do, and how much force I should use..." Speaking of this, Kim Jong-ming paused for a moment, and finally returned to the specific issue. "Now, you asked me to take care of Maomao's affairs. It's not that I don't want to care, but that I am worried that if I use too much force or have a biased direction, I will make a big mistake! At that time, I will backfire."

Zheng's mother sighed lightly: "Then wait a little longer, just be sure of it."

"I will make people look at her." Kim Jong-ming comforted. "Don't worry, you will definitely not let her have any problems..."

"That's good." Zheng's mother stood up and prepared to go to rest, but before leaving, she couldn't help but say a few more words. "Actually... Wood, you've done a pretty good job. You don't think you can't keep up with your mentality. You may not be able to keep up with it. You have more demands on yourself... There are no perfect people and things in the world, so it's enough to keep going forward."

Kim Jong-ming nodded but did not express his opinion. Zheng's mother had to stop talking... As Kim Jong-ming said, the change in status is not just his own change. The change in attitudes towards him by the people around him is the most helpless. Now even Zheng's mother who raised him is more graceful to him, let alone others?

In this way, as Zheng's mother left, Jin Zhongming still sank on the sand. After a long time, he raised his hand to look at his watch, but it was already 12 o'clock in the evening. After hesitating for a moment, he still tried to call someone.

"Representative?" Zhang Chengwen on the other end of the phone was a little surprised.

"Ask you something." Kim Jong-ming said with a little tired look. "Do you know what Sika is busy with recently?"

"She is playing." Zhang Chengwen replied frankly. "Everyone knows this. When she was young, she was very popular, but so1o has not been seen for a long time, so she is playing crazy... But frankly speaking, it is not only her who is crazy now. She feels that the whole Girls' Generation has been loose. In fact, it is not just them? Our security company is responsible for the security work of most Korean pop artists in domestic activities. We have long noticed some trends. I feel that when Kara finishes her return, Tara will survive this window period, and these people should become the same... There is no motivation to move forward, and they are rich..."

"What about it specifically?" Kim Jong-ming interrupted the other party weakly. He now has no power to care about Kara and the others. "I just said Sika."

"Specifically... it's like Miss Pani is obsessed with nightclubs. Miss Sika recently likes to go in and out in some more upscale occasions and then interact with some so-called celebrities. However, sometimes she will accept invitations from friends or teammates in the circle to go to other occasions..."

"Is that all?" Jin Zhongming frowned slightly. "Is there any specific information?"

"It's hard to say." Zhang Chengwen replied helplessly. "It's not easy for the driver and the assistant to follow her all day. At least we don't know what she says specifically to others... Representative, although it's a bit unprofessional to say this, I suggest you ask Miss Sika directly."

"I just didn't want to ask her directly." Jin Zhongming responded helplessly. "Help me take care of her more and don't let her go. She's been playing crazy recently and her family is not relieved..."

"No problem." Zhang Chengwen on the other end of the phone suddenly spoke. "However, since you said that you were worried that she was playing too crazy, there was something not very rigorous. I think I could tell you..."

"You talk."

"In recent times, it may be because of you that many people's attitude towards her has become more and more direct and straightforward, and their flattery has become more and more excessive. You also know that in those occasions, except for a few real people, most of them are actually looking for a high-end household and a bankrupt house looking for money... So Miss Sika is inevitably targeted, and she is also a little arrogant..."

"Don't she know?" Jin Zhongming felt a little anxious and angry. "Those people actually just treat her as a bullish household!"

"But there is no substantive thing in the end..." Zhang Chengwen didn't know what to say. "You can't just flatter others, right? Maybe she hasn't realized your true status yet, nor has she adapted to her new identity."

"That's it." Kim Jong-ming could only close his eyes powerlessly. "Thank you for her assistant and driver for me. She is responsible for one job and is responsible in three directions at the same time. It is also hard work. I will not treat them unfairly in the future..."

"I understand, I will make them more dedicated."

The phone immediately hung up.

The lights in the living room were still eye-catching, but Kim Jong-ming never opened his eyes. He lay there with his head raised, and his heart began to recall the events of these days like a revolving lantern:

The giant ship set sailing at the Shaxia Port of Busan, the satirization of GD's attitude towards his music, Yang Hyun-soo's complacent ambition and later his helplessness, Han Sung-soo's financial difficulties and demands for help again and again, TV series that opened low and left high, and the popularity of Endi, the divorce that Kang Ho-dong could not escape in the end for the return of his son and family, the huge difference in the level of Lee Seung-gi's father and son, Jeon Ji-hyun, who climbed into a wealthy family but had to return to support his family, Hong Seung-sung had a strange interaction with Choi Jin-ho under suspected terminal illness, the self-speculation of the company's people in a blind state, Kim Kwang-soo's ridiculous guesses and flattery... Of course, there is also the irritability that he pressed into his heart and the confidence that he gradually lost.

All kinds of things are different, but when you think about it carefully, it seems that something is hidden below, allowing these people to move forward according to the established route. And in this, they seem to be proud of themselves, but in fact, because that thing cannot be used at all, they should be careful to restrain their hands and feet!

But what is this?

In a daze, I don’t know how long it took, Kim Jong-ming suddenly appeared. He seemed to be back on the Mapo Bridge and was walking back to pick up the car for Hongdae. The next thing seemed to be natural. It was nothing more than ridicule the bridge all the way. However, every word on the billboard seemed to touch the depths of his heart, making people more restless.

This should be a dream. Jin Zhongming had the most intuitive and rational subconscious judgment while sleeping and waking up, so he began to correct the dream by himself. He forced himself to give up picking up the car halfway and instead prepared to go back to the south bank. But after looking back, something even more terrifying happened. He found that he was lost - the bridge was so long, but he seemed to be unable to get up and down the bridge!

It is so common to get lost in dreams. Everyone always has similar dreams when they encounter difficulties in life. Home is not far away, and school and office are right in front of you, but you just can't walk... But the most terrifying thing here is that every time you walk a few steps on the bridge, there will be a harmless billboard that will jump out to ask you:

"You're in a bad mood today, aren't you?"

"Do you want to call your family for help?"

"I know you must be in trouble, but can you be stronger?"

...

Jin Zhongming always felt that the bridge was tempting him to jump into the Han River - this was the only point he could stay awake, so he refused to look at it because he understood that in his dream, he, who had some sense of superiority like an inexplicable Creator, might be able to jump down easily and wake up.

But that was an escape and depravity, and he did not allow himself to do that! He had to see clearly what this bridge was, and he had to find the best way to cross the bridge, or the most suitable way to his heart!

"Wood?"

Early the next morning, Xika, who carefully pushed open the door and went home, was shocked. Jin Zhongming was sitting in the living room, and he had all his trousers, shirts and tie... No matter how you look, it seems that you were sitting here all night waiting for him. The inappropriate light above your head was still on, which further verified his guess... The other party seemed to have really not sleep all night.

Before she could change her shoes, Xika walked over carefully. But after she got closer, she realized that the other party was in a very good spirit, because at this time, Kim Jong-ming was raising his head and chewing something, and there was a box of opened yellow peach and a cup of hot coffee on the coffee table in front of her... This seemed to have nothing to do with waiting for her.

"Huh?" Kim Jong-ming sat upright as if he had just heard the sound and looked over. His eyes were filled with blood, and he looked like he hadn't been asleep all night.

"Are you thinking about things?" Sika asked with a little careful question. "Thinking about it all night?"

"Yeah." Kim Jong-ming nodded, then lowered his head and picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. "I'm thinking about things."

"What exactly are you thinking?" Sika immediately breathed a sigh of relief and sat next to the other party.

"I think about a book I read a few days ago, "The Record of Panic by Portuguese writer Fernando Pessoa." Kim Jong-ming replied calmly. "There is a sentence that suits my recent feelings..."

Xika actually didn't have the intention of supporting the actor, but she was a little guilty but couldn't help but help the other party to support the sentence, hoping that the other party would not focus on herself: "What exactly is it?"

"I am just a bridge, between what I have nothing to do with what I want." Jin Zhongming said calmly. "This is a very good, very philosophical example... People must fulfill what I want through their own way, cross the bridge, leave themselves, and go straight to the other side. However, this bridge itself is part of yourself, and if you are not careful, you will be bound by yourself..."
To be continued...