"Let's keep your mouth shut, and the security guard at the door won't hear it. This is equivalent to only two of us, and we can say something in our hearts." As he said that, Jin Zhongming filled the other party with a glass of white wine and a cup of beer. "Please!"

Quan Ningyi was at a loss, shocked and scared, but he could only tremble and pick up the wine glass and stuffy it... After all, he knew better than anyone else at this moment that from the time he received the call from Kim Hyoyeon, he was completely helpless. Can such a person want to do whatever he wants? Can he avoid it by running back to the United States?

Seeing the other party drinking all over, Jin Zhongming nodded with satisfaction: "Do you know that when I heard your name from my mother this afternoon, I actually had a sense of mission to meet history... How do you say that feeling? First, I felt that I finally saw you, then I was a little confused, and then I couldn't wait to see you. There was still some time in the middle of the journey, thinking about whether to ask a few violent elements to chop you up, and then pour it into the cement pillar and throw it into the Han River."

Now, Quan Ningyi was really frightened and didn't even dare to show off his anger.

"Do you know that there are hard conditions to chop people and then pour cement pillars into the Han River?" Jin Zhongming asked seriously. "Some people often say that there are similar scenes in the popular movie "New World" a while ago, but I think those who say this casually have never thought about it seriously, because I have thought about it seriously anyway. You see, if you want to do this, first of all, you have to have someone you can trust, and naturally you have to have enough money to arrange a way out for those people. At the same time, you also need a venue to dismember and fill cement pillars. Finally, you have your own dock and ship... But even so, in a modern metropolis where cameras are everywhere, if you want to do this, you have to risk being recorded by unknown passers-by and ghosts! Right?"

"This... is also ha!" When asked, Quan Ningyi actually said voluntarily. "The risk is indeed quite high."

You should know that this kind of initiative is not without reason, because after sitting here for a while listening to the other person’s confusion and silence for a while, he slowly regained his calmness, and his brain started to start thinking about problems. With his current situation, once he rethinks about problems, the doubts and resentment that were originally hidden deep in his heart will naturally be revealed, and he will naturally have the urge and confidence to communicate with the other person.

However, the thickness of this confidence is really ridiculous, because after he mustered up the courage, he was discussing with the other party how to pour himself into the cement column...

"I won't talk about this anymore." Jin Zhongming suddenly smiled. "How can the so-called beautiful scenery always talk about such murder and arson? Let's have another cup."

Quan Ning immediately felt that his courage to question the other party was exhausted... Not to mention killing and setting fire? He fooled him tonight and turned around and did not appear in front of the other party.

However, Kim Jong-ming was not prepared to let him go.

"Let's get to the point." Seeing the other party drinking another glass of wine and honestly, Kim Jong-ming couldn't help but sigh. "Mr. Quan, your appearance really makes me embarrassed. Now I'll give you a chance. What do you think you should do in the future?"

"Although it's still a little confused." After drinking a glass of wine, Quan Ningyi strengthened his courage and changed to American English. "But I probably understand, I'm in your eyes because of Mr. Kim Jong-ming, right?"

"Yes." Kim Jong-ming was just right.

"Mr. Jin, do you think this is OK?" Quan Ning tried to lower her head as much as possible while trying to raise her eyes to see the other person's expression. "I don't come to this place in Seoul in the future..."

Halfway through the words, Quan Ning stopped voluntarily, because he was good at observing his expression and expression, he found a smile on the corner of his mouth. Of course, it was impossible to have a kind smile in this atmosphere. It was obvious that it was a ridicule.

"Mr. Kim." Quan Ning gritted his teeth and explained. "From your introduction just now, you must have checked me, so naturally I understand that I was originally a group of rich Korean Americans who are gloves in Asia, and I am responsible for the entertainment market. But the so-called entertainment market, I can't get into the mainland and I can't play in Japan, that is, I'm just relying on my Korean identity to trade in Seoul and Hong Kong, so Seoul cannot let me stay, right?"

Jin Zhongming remained silent and poured another glass of wine for the other party.

Quan Ning had no choice but to take it and drink it.

After the two were silent for a while, the last one, the surname Quan was the first to be unable to hold on: "Or why don't I come to Seoul in the future? Mr. Jin will take care of me if the business in mainland China or the Taiwan Strait?"

"Ha!" Kim Jong-ming finally spoke again with a expressionless face. "There are business opportunities in the United States..."

Quan Ningyi definitely couldn't accept this time: "Mr. Jin, I know you have the ability to make me unable to work in Asia, but Xiangjiang is now my foundation! Our company has already spent a lot of money there, and I am still the actual person in charge. If you can't get the profit, you will leave. The United States will definitely tear me alive..."

Kim Jong-ming smiled and gave him another glass of wine.

Quan Ningyi was completely helpless. After years of socializing, he naturally had no alcohol tolerance. However, after he brought it over, he never dared to drink it because he knew that drinking it means he would make concessions again!

"What's wrong?" Kim Jong-ming couldn't help but urge with a smile.

"Mr. Jin." Quan Ning held the wine glass helplessly, unable to drink it or put it down. Of course he knew what the other party meant. If nothing happened, the American financial owner could tear him out, but could the person who was talking about filling the cement pillar in front of him?

In short, this versatile young man was finally forced to the end: "Mr. Jin, can you allow me to ask something and drink this glass of wine?"

"Do you want to ask why?" Kim Jong-ming seemed to have expected the other party's reaction long ago.

"Yes." Quan Ning was helpless. "I have nothing to say to people like you to deal with me, but I have to deal with me with the words "meeting history". Even if I was really poured into a cement pillar and threw it into the Han River, I'm afraid I'll be a dead ghost if I become a ghost!"

"Ha!" Jin Zhongming sighed, then leaned sideways on the chair behind him. "That's right... But Mr. Quan, can you really not understand someone like you? Flies don't bite seamless eggs, why should I target you? Can't you reflect on yourself?"

"Of course I thought about it." Quan Ningyi replied with a little depressed look on his wine glass. "You thought about this problem just when something was wrong..."

"Speak and listen."

"I think the biggest possibility should be what the entertainment company bosses said just now, right?" Quan Ning asked halfway. "It has been almost a year since I came to South Korea. I know the popularity and economic value of the Korean entertainment market. However, as a Korean, I have only opened up the situation in Hong Kong for more than a year, because the brokerage firm in South Korea is really tight, it is simply..."

"It's just smelly and hard?" Kim Jong-ming smiled. "There's no way, this is the Korean corporate style. Everyone takes control of their own business and will never let go unless they have to. Even when they want to take action, they will give priority to acquaintances and people in the circle to take over... A Korean-American, who is so young, even if he brings more funds, would he take a look at him?"

"That's right." Quan Ningyi seemed to think that he had found the right way. "So are the bosses in the circle who can't stand me for this reason, and then they found you and told me to get out? If there is a specific fuse, there is not a single one. When Wulin Company was acquired by S.M Company a while ago, I tried to get involved, but was threatened by Kim Young-min and left it alone..."

"This is a reason that sounds right." Kim Jong-ming continued to laugh. "But unfortunately it's not the reason... The market is booming and natural capital inflows, which is an economic law. How could I have any ideas? And for me, there may be no advantages to mix foreign capital without foundations."

Quan Ning was silent for a moment, but nodded slightly with a little difficulty: "Yes, capital matters, with your current layout, no one cares about it. TV stations, audio sources, entertainment websites, and DVD production and distribution are all in your hands. It is a good thing to squeeze a few big companies... But if that's not the case, it should be because I'm going to go to the wrong place now, right?"

Jin Zhongming smiled slightly.

"That's right." Quan Ningyi felt that he had finally become a wise ghost. "I know this kind of behavior is a bit dark, and I know that I can't hide it from a real expert. But Mr. Jin, you know that I'm always unwilling to give up! I was stumbled when I was young, and then I got into a good university and graduated and went to a bank. The so-called children in elite families are nothing more than a higher starting point. It's probably such an elite route in their life. Who would give up if they can find opportunities to go further? Now I have finally entered such an investment company. If I have built a path, I can still get tens of millions of dollars. I can't give up just because I touched a few times, right?"

Now Quan Ningyi is really honest. He has no way to invest in an investment company, so he has to think of directly hooking up with an artist who has already formed, and then draw a big cake and come behind him to coax the money from the investor... Anyway, as a broker, there is no reason to see a lot of money placed behind him without using it.

"You're thinking too much again." Kim Jong-ming seemed to be calm. "To be honest, I'm from the entertainment industry after all, and I know this circle more deeply than you know. In my opinion, some things are really a problem of the general environment, not a person who can blame them. The Korean entertainment industry has a tradition of trainees, which has been in charge of the artists since they were young and young, so it interferes with everything about the artists in almost all aspects. In the later stages of their careers, artists always have to leave a way out for the future. But the problem is that at this time, it is either because of the contract term, because of interest or qualifications, such cultural traditions as cultural traditions.

But the company is not willing to help with planning and not willing to see artists breaking away from control, so that both parties are often disagreeable and even gradually drifting away. So at this time, if some of the artists are particularly ambitious, then those who appear with projects or money will naturally be particularly in line with their appetite. To put it bluntly, the need to build a chain of interests is the fundamental reason. Not to mention anything else, are there some of our ube artists investing in real estate, are there some joint ventures in hotels, and all kinds of messy stock markets and funds... As long as it is not too much, we will try to turn a blind eye."

"Then... is there any difference between me and those people?" Quan Ningyi was really confused this time. "Why can Mr. Jin tolerate those people? Because the big cake I drew is too big and the risk is too great? Even so, I said before that I didn't touch UB artists? Didn't infringe on your interests? I was confused!" However, at this moment, Quan Ningyi suddenly woke up. "It's the s.m company, right? It's Girls' Generation, I should have thought of it long ago, you and that lady... Do you think I and that lady from Girls' Generation have been too over-planned? I can modify it immediately..."

"It's a matter of personal opinion. For s.m, they are extremely sensitive to this. They probably want to kill you. But for me, no matter how big the cake is, it's meaningless, because I can eat it even if I see that the other party has touched this amount, of course, Kim Jong-ming is too lazy to cover up anything. "Mr. Quan, let's just talk. When others were painting big cakes to promote projects, they never thought of selling themselves. You are in Hong Kong, and in order to get involved in the King of England, they always sell themselves to Gillian's bed, right?"

"Mr. Jin has a disgust towards me because of his personal morality?" Quan Ningyi seemed to feel a little unbelievable. "A person like you... I thought you dislike me from the perspective of the order defender?! Mr. Jin, although I do this is a bit suspicious of using my feelings to make profits... Well, even if I take a step back, it is to cheat money and sex, but the man is unmarried and the woman is not married, so what if I am a little more romantic? What do you want to do with your affection..."

Jin Zhongming didn't answer, but just narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the wine glass in the other party's hand.

Now, Quan Ning woke up immediately: "Mr. Jin, I understand. I know what happened. I know I did a big stupid thing. I really didn't expect you and that lady... In short, since this is the case, we have also opened up. Do you think this is OK? I must put my position in the right place and ensure that I am a regular person in Seoul and accompany you like a servant..."

"The guarantee of empty talk and white teeth is useful?" Kim Jong-ming finally got impatient. I don't know if the other party's words just now angered him. "And what you are? The so-called son of a daughter does not sit in the cherry hall, why should I let people like you rush around the girl as a whole? Isn't it the same for you to let you go back to the United States? Isn't it the same for you to say hello to Hong Kong in Seoul? Believe it or not, I even say hello to a few Korean friends in the United States, which will make you lose your life value tomorrow?! I want to see if you, a broker, can still survive without investors and markets?!"

Quan Ningyi finally turned pale. He knew that this was more important than throwing cement pillars into the Han River. Because as the other party said, pouring cement pillars is extremely risky and may not do it, but saying hello to the entertainment giants in Xiangjiang and investors in the United States, and turning himself back into a poor man is simply not too simple!

To put it bluntly, brokers are just a symmetry of information resources. Specifically for themselves, this asymmetry naturally refers to the asymmetry between American investors and Seoul and Hong Kong entertainment markets. However, this asymmetry is relatively speaking. Of course, ordinary artists and entertainment companies have no choice but to spend the cost and effort to communicate these things even if they have a way out... But when you come back to the present, for this young man who is younger than you, let's say something, whether it's Seoul, Hong Kong, or even the investors behind you will probably take the initiative to emerge?

In that case, as the other party asked, what value does he have in life still have? But if he agrees to the other party, he will drink this glass of wine, and his hard work over the past year will be completely in vain? Isn’t the investors also not have their own place?

At most, it’s just a matter of getting out of here.

So what if you don’t retreat?

Thinking of this, maybe he didn't cry without seeing the coffin, or maybe he just had a few glasses of white wine to enter the stomach, Quan Ning was so big that a man got out of control, and then his tears fell down, but he didn't dare to put down his glass, and he saw that the glass of wine became dirty.

"Don't pretend to be pitiful for me." Kim Jong-ming had already completely blackened his face. "Drink and get out of here, I'll be fine if you are clean!"

"I'm so stupid, really." However, Quan Ningyi was already out of control at this time. It was not that he was not afraid of Kim Jong-ming, but that he was a little difficult to communicate. "I only know that Girls' Generation and Mr. Jin have something to do with you, and I also know that you have a very good relationship with a few of them, but I don't know that you will be in this position, let alone..."

"How could it be impossible?" Jin Zhongming became speechless, but he also knew that the other party was emotionally collapsed rather than resisting him. After all, the tears and snot fell in the wine glass were also held by the other party, so he had no choice but to deal with this wave and let the other party get out. "Do you need to think about some things? It's obvious!"

"Yes." Quan Ningyi continued to cry. "Mr. Jin is right. It's obvious that I have been in the United States for so long and have seen it in Hollywood. How could I not understand this principle? As a female artist, if you want to survive, you must either be able to have connections, or rely on luck, or take off your clothes publicly on the screen, or you can only climb onto someone else's bed..."

Jin Zhongming changed color suddenly, but at this time Quan Ningyi, who was only concerned about wiping tears with his elbow, did not notice this at all and was still talking nonstop.

"Now think about it, she dares to make plans of that level with me. She must be confident with such great career ambitions. I originally thought it was her family... I really didn't expect that she was yours..."

"Stop!" Jin Zhongming finally couldn't stand it anymore. "I'll really let you see the cement mixer. Do you think I'm not a human being or a coal wharf?"

This voice was so harsh that Quan Ning, who was talking nonsense, immediately became honest.

"Why are you pretending to be pitiful when you've reached this point?" Kim Jong-ming was almost angry and laughed. "The relationship and feelings between me and that girl are all known to the whole world! It's like Xiangjiang knows everything about you and Gillian! Ask yourself, the scumbag who talks about business and talks about female artists on the bed suddenly ran to her side, how could I let it go and not ask?"

"I really don't know..." Quan Ningyi almost instinctively squeezed his nose, his face was blurred when he cried.

"Go to me nonsense?" Kim Jong-ming, who had originally seen the other party surrender and decided to end it, was really angry this time. "You have only been in Asia for more than a year, but my Ermao happened to start preparing for the exam more than a year ago. Basically, he didn't show up in public. You even know her, so how could you not know another one?"

"Miss Zheng Xiujing is your sister?" Quan Ningyi was extremely sad and angry. "I am a Korean American. I don't know anyone who comes to Korea and you can't help but know Mr. Jin's family? Is this the same thing?! You are..."

"Bang!"

With a large noise, Jin Zhongming took off his watch and slapped it on the table. It was obvious that he had lost his last trace of patience.

"As soon as the words are over, I will start to count the timing." Kim Jong-ming pressed his watch and said with a dark face. "Give you 60 seconds to drink this glass of wine and go back to the United States, and let me know that you are here to wander around in Asia. I will really let you see what it means to not eat and punish wine! Remember, don't talk nonsense at this minute. Do you know my Ermao or my Damao? You dare to say something about a female artist climbing into bed in front of me, a brother? My Kim Jong-ming's sister is in the Korean entertainment industry... I tell you, this is the first time I have seen someone pretending to be pitiful and pretending to be stupid and killing me! In short, it is the last chance. I don't let my security camera beat people up when you are going to fly tonight. You can drink and disappear. Now you start counting the timing!"

Quan Ning immediately put away his tears, then swallowed several saliva, and even looked red with a hint of redness... his hands holding the wine glass were shaking.

Kim Jong Mingli ignored him and just stared at his watch and seconds hand sideways.

After about half a minute, Quan Ningyi recovered, but he still held the wine glass and refused to drink: "Mr. Jin..."

Kim Jong-ming still ignored him, just glanced at the group of security guards at the door, and then continued to count down.

"Mr. Jin!" Quan Ningyi suddenly held his breath and shouted out, his voice deformed. "Mr. Jin, I have something to say..."

Jin Zhongming still counted down, it had been 40 seconds.

"Mr. Jin! I don't want to be a dead man!" Quan Ning once again cried, which caused the security guards at the door to take the initiative to look over the noise above their heads. "Did you misunderstand something?"

With a choking sound, 50 seconds have passed.

"I'm working on a project with a member of Girls' Generation." Quan Ning yelled and tried his best to lower his voice. At the same time, he wanted to speak faster, but he was worried that the other party would not be able to hear clearly, and he was holding the wine glass in both hands. It was really hard. "It really meant to kick Ah Gillian to eat with people..."

Jin Zhongming's mouth twitched for a moment, his eyes became fierce, and his watch had already passed the 55-second juncture.

"But that's Choi Sooyoung, Choi! Sooyoung! Not Miss Jung!"

"Bang!"

Jin Zhongming was at a loss and knocked over the watch given by Chu Long to the ground, and then quickly picked it up in panic. Fortunately, it was not broken.

"Mr. Kim..." Quan Ning cried again, and his breath was so hard that he gasped, and his words became intermittent. "As the same thing, I am a Korean American and a broker in the investment industry responsible for the entertainment market. I don't know Obama... Obama and Aunt Park can do it, but how could I not know you Kim Jong-ming? You are among Koreans of our age who are the kind of status of "no one in the world knows you"? Do you know that I asked about Miss Zheng and Miss Zheng Er on the first day in 12 years. They were all around, so how could I go to the lady to draw big cakes without knowing the sky and the earth? Am I crazy?"

Jin Zhongming had no expression on his face and began to look for tissues to wipe his watch.

"Mr. Kim." Quan Ningyi continued to cry and said with a wine glass. "This is the case. I will explain it to you from the end... Kim Hyoyeon, who I met at the beginning, met normally in the social scene, and then thought of jyj. The three of them left S.m company with popularity and could still open a hotel and build a brand based on popularity, and still make Bai Changshu rich. I think the opportunity has come. The economic value of the artists in S.m company is so great, and I can do what Bai Changshu can do..."

"Let's talk." Kim Jong-ming still had a expressionless face, but put on his watch again.

"Kim Hyoyeon is the least popular, is very neglected by the company and the group, and has no resources, so I just helped Kim Hyoyeon handle some of the things in the dance school, and naturally got favors." Quan Ningyi's out-of-control mood gradually eased a lot. "After all, she was a member of Girls' Generation, a member of the first Asian group except Japan's 48, so she was very successful in using her relationship to enter the S.M company's relationship network. Then I started fishing for a long time, hang out in various S.M artist circles, and then talked about investment and money-making things to them... You should know that those idols are almost young, and have no education or experience. Not to mention comparing with the old fried dough sticks in the shopping mall, even compared with ordinary people, they are generally eager for quick success and instant benefits and are easily fooled by me, so many people soon came to me to communicate... I want to tell the truth here, Jung Sooyeon Xiao

My sister has indeed visited me twice recently and asked about trendy brand investments... But I am not stupid, how dare I do her business? I don't know if you are behind her? So I fooled it both times... By the way, s.m does have a good management of its artists. At the beginning, there are many people coming to me, but soon the acquisition of Wulin Company last month came out. After Kim Young-min asked me to publicly tear her face, fewer and fewer people from their company came. I guess Ms. Zheng's rumors also have something to do with this, because she is one of the few who is not afraid of the attitude of the company, and still looks for me after tearing her face apart... But the same thing, I didn't have any extra contact with Ms. Zheng, and I always pretend to be stupid and fooled her. Mr. Jin, I know that I am a playboy, and Gillian Xiang... How could I have a bad idea? I..."
To be continued...