Jin Zhongming has really gained some knowledge!

After Professor Jin Yinzhu explained in detail the cultural connotation of bibimbap lies in the essence of mixing but not the true meaning of rice, and also criticized Che Enze's inferior cultural level, another representative of the cultural circle who attracted attention came to the stage. This is a foreign monk!

The standard foreign monk has no blond hair (shaved), but has blue eyes, wearing a monk's robe, standing on his chest with a single palm, looking like a monk who has been enlightened.

"Is this..." Kim Jong-ming asked curiously.

"The American Master Xuanjue." Someone immediately explained the confusion next to him. "A top student at Harvard University, Master Cao Xizong Chongshan from the Eastern Buddha College visited the United States in 1991 and explained scriptures at Harvard. He converted on the spot. Although others often run his Buer-Jin Temple in Munich, they often come to Korea for activities, which is very famous."

Jin Zhongming nodded repeatedly. To be honest, this person sounded like a great monk. After all, although foreign monks are not common these days, it is really rare for foreign monks to not return to secular life for twenty years.

Sure enough, the first words of this Taoist monk after he came to power shocked the whole house and felt as if he was beaten up!

"Take this opportunity." Master Xuanjue spoke with a calm look on his face, and he had to say that his Korean language was very good. "Tell everyone that I will officially leave the Korean Buddhism that fell into the eyes of money, especially the Caoxi Sect."

The whole audience was silent, and after squeezing his nose, Kim Jong-ming finally couldn't help but show an excited expression.

"Why don't you talk?" Lee Jae-hyun raised his handcuffed hands slightly.

"I don't know what to say for a moment." Li Zaibin sighed slightly. "I feel a little confused."

"It's not that I don't know what to say, but I don't know whether to say it, right?" Lee Jae-hyun chuckled. "Since I'm here for a special trip, I must have something to say, but seeing your brother, I feel a little pity for me, right?"

Li Zaibin was speechless.

"Since I'm here, I'll say it's better to listen." Lee Jae-hyun said disapprovingly. "I'm bored here anyway. Of course, if I think things are serious, I won't mention the serious matters first, and let me have some interesting things to be happy."

Li Zaibin paused for a moment, but finally nodded slowly.

"From the time when I was inspired by my teacher, Master Chongshan, and became a monk, I have been a monk for twenty-two years." Master Xuanjue, who stood solemnly on the stage, said indifferently, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with me. "It's time to leave here naturally. The reason for leaving here is that it is becoming increasingly difficult to feel the true meaning of Zen Buddhism here, but he is increasingly disturbed by some external things..."

A sporadic applause suddenly rang, which made the remaining monks in the audience glar, but could not find who was applauding. However, the priests who were at the same table with the monk were also quite hated. Although they were quiet, the obvious smile on their faces really made the monks unhappy.

"In my opinion, the Caoxi Sect in South Korea currently has obvious shortcomings..." Master Xuanjue on the stage began to make a big splash. "First of all, I said, it is clearly Zen Buddhism, but it has become an accessory for prayer rituals. No one is willing to practice Zen because there is no money for meditation, but there is money for various prayer rituals; secondly, a large number of encouragement and organization of believers to participate in unnecessary multi-person activities and even commercial activities with religion; thirdly, the invasion of Confucian habits has triggered various rules that are completely incompatible with Buddhist scriptures, and the same generation

The monks between them actually formed a class based on the time of entry, which is simply an insult to Buddhism; fourthly, there are a large number of discrimination against men and women, and nationality. Take me as an example. How come I am an American monk who runs a Zen temple in Germany, so why did you become a representative figure of your religion in Korea? In short, it is for these reasons that I will go to Huaxi Temple tomorrow to visit the Buddha Tower of my master Chongshan, Master, and then leave, and no longer have any connection with Korean Buddhism that has fallen into money!"

"Is there any explanation?" Kim Jong-ming looked at the foreign monk talking on the stage, and couldn't help but lower his head and asked the people next to him. "As the saying goes, family scandals should not be made public, why did they break up in such public occasions all at once?"

"There is a little rumor, but we can't explain the religious matters clearly." A professor at the same table answered a little seriously. "I have heard before that this Master Xuanjue had some conflicts with the Chongshan International Zen Temple left by his teacher, Master Chongshan. Master Xuanjue wanted to obtain the management rights of Chongshan International Zen Temple, but Caoxi Sect's original sect thinks he already has the Buer-Er Zen Temple in Munich, so he doesn't want to give it to him... Of course, it is also possible that Caoxi Sect discovered his disgust towards Korean money religion, so he released those bad rumors in advance to dig a hole for him."

"This matter is not the person involved, no one can say it well." Someone shook his head repeatedly.

"Anyway, these days, even monks who practice Zen can't be quiet!" Someone immediately sighed.

"So," Lee Jae-hyun narrowed his eyes and looked at the monitor above his head. "Kim Jong-ming is about to tear apart with the Blue House?"

"That's right." Li Zaibin nodded carefully and replied.

By the way, as a brother for half a lifetime, Li Zaibin could sense a touch of interesting emotions in his cousin's tone. It was a kind of indescribable and very weak, but it could bring a touch of anger to his brother.

"What's going on?" Lee Jae-hyun suddenly asked seriously. "Tell me a good idea."

"Things are quite simple." Li Zaibin replied indifferently. "It seems like an unexpected event. This afternoon, suddenly, the Blue House called him over to open up and said that the Blue House had set up four basic national policies. One of them was Culture Broad-Rong, and two institutions would be established to assist this policy... In short, the person who meant that he wanted to be the chairman of the Cultural Broad-Rong Committee and the deputy head of the Creative Economic Promotion Group..."

"And because the leader's position was too sensitive, he had a conflict with the Blue House?"

"yes."

"It's understandable that I pay for it. The annual expenditure of at least 200 to 300 billion won is insignificant compared to the real position of such a huge sum of money... Which team leader is the favorite of the Blue House?"

"It's Che Enze."

"What's the matter?" Lee Jae-hyun's first reaction turned out to be exactly the same as Kim Jong-ming, which was incredible. "Which Che Enze?"

"It was the Che Enze, who shot the advertisement. After Kim Jong-ming and the Blue House secretary team expressed their objections together, this appointment was still persisted. Actually, I also felt a little unbelievable. Why did such an insignificant little bastard suddenly become the real crown prince of the cultural world? The nickname used to be just a joke, to satirize the actual control of the woman's government at that time..."

Lee Jae-hyun listened carefully while looking at his cousin. Then after a long time, he laughed out for the first time today: "Does Kim Jong-ming feel a little relieved?"

Li Zaibin didn't know how to reply, because he suddenly realized that he couldn't keep up with the thoughts of the person in front of him and the one behind him.

"Kim Jong-ming has already told you this word?" Lee Jae-hyun seemed to have seen through his younger brother's thoughts.

Li Zaibin nodded repeatedly, he really didn't know what to say.

"That's right." Lee Jae-hyun shook his head and smiled. "Don't be confused. The reason is actually very simple... The lady expanded too quickly. Although I knew she would not end well sooner or later, I really didn't expect that she would reveal her flaws so sooner or later! And Kim Jong-ming had some connections with her, like enemies and friends, and had a tangled interest, so she would have to cut sooner or later. But he probably didn't expect that this opportunity would come to his door so early, and it was presented to him in such a perfect way. If he didn't seize this opportunity and make a big fuss for the whole society, then he wouldn't be Kim Jong-ming!"

Li Zaibin showed a sudden realization that if it was a formal cut with the Blue House sooner or later, Kim Jong-ming's relief today would be natural, it would be a god-given opportunity.

"Look, after tonight, the whole society will probably know that there is a collapse between them, and everyone knows that the responsibility lies with the Blue House. It is crazy to use such a small bastard in this position... Zaibin, do you think people really have a destiny?"

"Brother, you said that this is the flaw exposed by the Blue House who was overly expanded and overwhelmed." Li Zaibin had no choice but to do anything about it.

"That's true..."

Let us turn our perspective back to the magnificent modern edifice, and after Master Xuanjue drew a clear line with Caoxi Sect in public, and then left, the atmosphere here was obviously not right.

In fact, just as Kim Sang-lu, the chief secretary of the Blue House Culture and Education Reform who was hosting the dinner party, was about to stop the speech of this cultural representative, another farce appeared. I don’t know if it was Master Xuanjue who awakened everyone’s sense of justice. An old man in his seventies and eighties suddenly came on stage surrounded by his disciples and disciples. He accused a famous literary critic on the stage without any warning, saying that the other party took revenge on himself because of his personal grudges and intended to mislead the public...

Another old lady who seemed to be the person involved in the audience was not outdone. She stood up tremblingly at that time, not only used her personality to ensure the authenticity and accuracy of her literary and artistic comments, but also accused the other party of confusing the public!

For a moment, the stage was cursed and the scene was chaotic. The newly appointed Chief Jin Shanglu was so anxious that tears were almost falling. But no matter how the two old people looked at it, they were the type that fell down when they touched it. Maybe they would die if they didn't straighten it out in one breath... Who dared to persuade him?!

And what about literati...it's hard to say!

"The old man on the stage is Kim Kowlin, a famous photography artist, 77 years old. The one off the stage is Kim Mi-kyung, 81 years old, and a famous literary critic." This time, who served as a commentator for Kim Jong-ming, suddenly became Professor Wen Jae-sook from Ewha Women's University who first came on stage. Her two daughters who looked very similar and her prospective son-in-law Yoon Ki-sang were accompanied by a smile (it turned out that table was involved in a conflict, so Kim Jong-ming had to change the table). As for those gayagens, they had already been placed under the table.

"At this age, I might be kicking my legs at any time, why did I become a grudge?" Jin Zhongming was very puzzled.

"Hey, to put it bluntly, fame and fortune are still moving!" Professor Wen Jae-sook looked away with everything. "Representative Kim Jong-ming may not know, but people of our age know this famous case in the Korean cultural circle at that time."

Kim Jong-ming listened to the list of the preparatory organizing committee, and he did not hear Che Enze's name until the end of the list, which made him feel a little moved.

Why do you say that? Because, according to the air that An Zhongfan gave him at noon today, Che Enze is like him, and is actually a person who also serves as the Cultural Longsheng Committee and the Creative Economic Promotion Team. However, since he has directly mocked Che Enze at noon, unless the name of the advertising director appears on the list of preparatory committees designated by the President from the beginning, he, who is the chairman of the internal positioning committee, will have ten thousand ways not to let him in... In other words, Che Enze should have voluntarily given up his position as the Cultural Longsheng Committee, or in other words, this should be a positive response from the aunt to her anger at noon.

So from this perspective, the other party should think that she left her a little face and room for her?

But whether the aunt really doesn’t understand or doesn’t understand... Is this kind of room for face only, an alternative insult to me?!

If you want to give in to your own surrender if you don’t feel pain or itchy?

Of course, Kim Jong-ming himself knew in his heart that even if the aunt gave him more face, he would give up such a good opportunity to cut... At the beginning, he was waiting for this opportunity to part ways with the other party!

"Congratulations to Kim Jong-ming for representing it." Professor Wen Zai-sook next to him pulled Kim Jong-ming back from his thoughts, and at this time, Kim Sang-ru on the stage was still talking about the significance of this committee. "Although it is a preparatory committee, its name ranks first, which shows that the position of the chairman may not be able to escape from your palm."

"So what about the Chairman?" Kim Jong-ming sneered when he heard this. "Just seeing the chaos in the cultural world today, it is not good to work hard to do this position. The most important thing is that you don't have real financial power. It's better to be a committee member and be a vase below!"

Professor Wen Zai-shu swallowed his saliva and swallowed it back with the words he wanted to ask the other party to take care of his daughter and son-in-law.

"By the way, why didn't Director Che Enze come?" Kim Jong-ming looked around. "I heard before that there will be his highlight tonight..."

"Not it?" Professor Wen Jae-sook was slightly stunned when she heard this. "Director Cha Eunze is Chief Kim Sang-ru's nephew. This kind of nepotism... must be avoided, right?"

Jin Zhongming looked at the Ear Hua Women's University professor thoughtfully, but his heart was slightly moved.

"Hey!" Professor Wen Zai-sook didn't know where he was thinking, so he quickly explained. "Representative Kim, I trained my daughter Seqi to be the descendant of Gayagen. It was not a nepotism, but because as a student, she came into contact with Gayagen because of me shortly after she was born. She is naturally more talented and fundamental than other students. I have always been very fair to other students..."

"Let's not talk about this for now." Kim Jong-ming looked at the other party with a smile and asked very seriously. "Does Professor Wen know the nickname of Director Che Eunze?"

"Crown Prince of the Cultural World?" Professor Wen Zai-shu was slightly stunned when he heard this.

"Hey, do you know how this nickname comes from?" Kim Jong-ming asked seriously.

"I didn't know before." Professor Wen Zai-shu shook his head in a daze. "I've even been wondering why this nickname comes from, but those entrepreneurs and advertising agencies who know a lot of insider calls him that, so they call him. However, judging from today's situation... is it because his uncle has had great influence on the president's side for a long time?"

"Wait a moment." Kim Jong-ming suddenly stretched out the hand wrapped in gauze and rubbed the microphone in front of him. He suddenly made a speech in Jin Sang-ru's almost frozen heartbeat and disrupted the arrangement. "I have a question and want to ask Director Che Eunze the liberty..."

Che Enze suddenly raised his head when he heard this. Unlike his uncle's calm expression, he now looked in disbelief.

"I heard that you have been designated as the leader of the Economic Promotion Team before." Kim Jong-ming asked loudly at the microphone. "If that's the case, what's the point of this preparatory committee?"

There were already many people in the audience ready to get up and leave, but there was still a show of Yu Xing, and Kim Jong-ming was picking up the position of the group leader, so how could he leave just now? So, both monks and professors were all excited and sat down, and then looked at the reaction on the stage quietly.

"How could that happen?" Che Enzeqiang calmly snatched another microphone on the stage from his uncle. "From the committee to the promotion team, I have never heard of the statement of internal order."

"Does Chief Kim and Director Cha Eunze make a promise in front of so many elites in the cultural circle?" Kim Jong-ming asked disconcertedly. "Make sure Director Cha Eunze is not an appointed leader?"

No one answered.

Che Enze stared at Kim Jong-ming with some anger, but did not answer.

And right beside him, unlike Che Enze who was already in panic and angry, his uncle Kim Sang-ruo pursed his lips from beginning to end... He was a sensible person. He knew that his uncle and nephew had fallen into Kim Jong-ming's trap and came to a stage of natural open confrontation. He also knew that his uncle and nephew could not guarantee this matter at all, because Che Enze's appointment was appointed by the president himself, even if he didn't want to do it himself. He knew that his nephew took it for granted from the beginning and regarded the power that did not belong to him at all as

He took his own things, was complacent for this appointment, and then he squandered his strength to force him to keep a low profile; and in the end, what he knew best was that when Kim Jong-ming made up his mind to tear off his face, what he did was meaningless... He tear off his face and broke up, what can I just defend himself? In fact, as a lower-ranking person in the incident, the only thing he had to do was stand up straight and calmly block the dirty water for the superiors behind him! This is a typical Korean **** way to survive!

Sure enough, with the silence of Kim Sang-ru and Che Enze, the audience became noisy and lively, and it seemed that there would be another spoiled thing in the cultural world.

"Mr. Kim Jong-ming." The voice became louder and louder, and Che Enze finally couldn't help it. He was younger. Although he knew the general problem of this matter deep down, he also had a sense of joy and expectation for this sudden rise in status, so he became even more impatient and angry at this time. "We have retreated tonight and left you with enough face. Not only do you not appreciate it... aren't you afraid of losing control after this matter is a big deal? If you really make people angry, aren't you afraid?"

Kim Jong-ming smiled... It is a question whether he is afraid of it, and it is another question for whom.

"But, if it really breaks down completely, won't Kim Jong-ming be afraid of revenge?" Li Jae-bin suddenly thought of a question in the prison reception room. "Brother, before I came, I thought that this matter was at most that Kim Jong-ming and the Blue House disgusted each other, but according to your opinion, Kim Jong-ming should have the idea of ​​a complete break, but if this is the case, wouldn't he be afraid of attracting the most direct revenge?"

"Do you want to say he will end up with me?" Lee Jae-hyun raised his handcuffed hands again.

"yes……"

"How is that possible?" Lee Jae-hyun sneered. "After this, I still have my own fault. Tax evasion, corruption...Who is wronging me?"

Li Zaibin smiled bitterly.

"But where is Kim Jong-ming, such a young man, how come there are so many flaws? Could it be that Kim Jong-ming has suddenly taken drugs and played with women in the past six months in the bureau, and he has also abused dogs in his office?"

"He's making such a movie."
To be continued...