After just attending the movie celebration ceremony, Kim Jong-ming, who was still dressed in formal clothes, slowly climbed up the cement stairs of the old building. Then he saw Li Xiuman sitting on the bench in the corridor. He slowed down, looked at the other person, and walked over calmly.

"Seniors are mourning and following changes."

"Sit down." Li Xiuman took a photo of the empty seat next to him without saying much.

Kim Jong-ming sat down honestly. After sitting down, he took a few deep breaths but didn't speak.

"Did you want a cigarette?" Li Xiuman couldn't help asking half-mockery.

Kim Jong-ming quickly shook his head: "It's not that bad, I just rushed in a hurry. I didn't know how to speak for a while... But no matter what, I'm still sorry about Maomao's affairs. This time she did it too much, and the reason is not on her side."

"It's good that you know." Li Xiuman nodded discontently. "The reaction is quite fast."

"But I have to emphasize one thing," Kim Jong-ming continued. "This girl is just stupid, not bad. She didn't realize how bad her behavior was... Now that you have educated her, I will also give an explanation to your company and Yoona in terms of financial interests."

Li Xiuman glanced at the other party strangely, but did not speak.

"The voting is almost over?" Kim Jong-ming suddenly raised his head and looked at the conference room at the far end of the corridor.

"Do you know there is voting inside?" Li Xiuman finally became a little interested.

"I heard it." Kim Jong-ming replied frankly. "I was told on the way here."

"Okay," Li Xiuman nodded with a frown. "I won't ask who informed you. If I don't say it as expected, I'll save me what I'll explain to you."

Jin Zhongming refused to comment.

"This movie raising money to catch a boat is a success, right?" Li Xiuman continued. "If you settle for service, will you have to elect the president after you come out?"

"I won't get into this big pit!" Kim Jong-ming shook his head repeatedly, and was frank. "Is Korean politics so easy to do? It's better to be a rare and famous chaebol and enjoy life on this acre of three-point land in South Korea... During my service, I will definitely think about my wedding and my future life, and it will be a waste of my life."

Li Xiuman narrowed his eyes: "You are so comfortable."

"Why do you have to think about things that are beyond your reach?" Jin Zhongming asked back.

"You have something that you can't achieve?" Li Xiuman seemed to be more interested.

"Of course." Kim Jong-ming glanced at the conference room in the distance. "Isn't this vote a thing that I can't do?"

Li Xiuman laughed immediately.

"Actually, I thought on the way here," Jin Zhongming laughed with the other party. "What is the point of your company refusing to sign a contract with Xika? So what if the whole group leaves? To be honest, with my current ability, you can press down your company with just one finger, and even say something disrespectful, it doesn't matter if you take down your president and replace it. It's nothing more than just explaining to the consultant Wen..."

Li Xiuman continued to smile indifferently.

"But if that's the case, why do you do this?" Looking at the other party's reaction, Kim Jong-ming couldn't help but shake his head and smiled bitterly. "Senior suddenly changed a lot and he has resentment towards some people and things around him. I understand and even sympathize with this; the power is in your hands and the reason is in your side. I don't understand it, and I even appreciate it. But I also know that you are not a useless person in any case, so the key to this matter must not be leaving the team... After thinking about it carefully, I realized that the purpose of the senior does not seem to be the final result, but the voting itself."

Li Xiuman still didn't say anything, but Kim Jong-ming was already serious: "When thinking about it carefully, as long as there are differences in the voting, then no matter what the result is, I'm afraid that Maomao and those eight people, and those eight people, will have some rifts. Whether it's one vote, five votes, or eight votes, Maomao will find it difficult to continue to be in the team. Even if eight votes are left, the whole group will leave unitedly, so what? Because of his ignorance and greed, the team has lost the name of the group and the results of working together for so many years, Maomao can really stay in the team? Even if I break in now, burn the votes I have already voted, and then swallowed them, some of them voted, some of them did not vote, isn't it a problem for each other? And if you break in, can you believe them?"

"You're thinking too much."

"Maybe? But don't you just want me to think more?"

"snort!"

"senior……"

"Why!"

"This time, is Maomao really annoyed you, or is he resentful to me?"

"All of them!" Li Xiuman frowned and replied. "Jessie Jen is too greedy and I am always stubborn and want to stick to the principles of the enterprise. Today, I am in a bad mood and have been suppressed by you over the years. It is a cause... It's not easy to press down. Anyway, it's quite complicated!"

"It's all the same." Kim Jong-ming nodded convincedly. "It's like our president who has never been able to handle the economy and cannot properly handle class conflicts in the society of chaebol structure. Therefore, the Sewol immediately became excited when the government and the country were released, and its absolute status was immediately shaken... Let's not talk about this, where is Maomao?"

"Sitting in the small yard at the back door, crying, I asked an assistant to follow me... Oh, and with a dog, the white-haired man named Baker."

Kim Jong-ming nodded immediately: "That's good."

"What do you want to say?" Li Xiuman became curious again. "I really want to know what you are going to do..."

"I... want to have a gamble with my seniors." Jin Zhongming whispered.

"Why should I bet with you?" Li Xiuman asked disapprovingly.

"Because my bet is fair." Kim Jong-ming replied without hesitation. "This situation is not a situation where I die and Maomao and I are alive. I think since my senior can sit here and wait for me, I still have a little bit of scruples and rationality..."

"You know a little bit, too." Li Xiuman sneered. "A lifetime of death?"

"That's enough." Kim Jong-ming replied calmly. "That's why I said the gambling is fair... Senior, let's bet on the voting results!"

Li Xiuman was slightly stunned, as if interested: "How to bet?"

"I guess one result," Kim Jong-ming explained seriously. "I guess only one result, one in nine probability, I won, senior, I will help me..."

"I probably know which result you want to bet, and what kind of benefits you want me to do." Li Xiuman suddenly laughed. "And what you said is reasonable. This bet is indeed fair from a probability perspective. But Zhong Ming, let's talk about the ugly things ahead. If I really want to bet, if I win, the lottery will be quite good..."

"Senior, please tell me."

"That Yu Bingyu..."

"The one who fined your company a lot of money?"

"Hey, I heard that it is very powerful at the Blue House and has a deep background in the inspection hall?"

"That's right, and it may be even bigger in the future, because once Jin Qichun leaves, the president probably has to rely more on him in terms of justice."

"Can you get rid of it? It's like our senior Jin Qichun?" Li Xiuman asked with narrowed eyes.

"It's not difficult, but it takes time." Kim Jong-ming frowned. "I'm going to serve now."

"I'm not deliberately making things difficult for me. Can I win it after I return from service?"

"No problem." Jin Zhongming didn't even blink his eyelids.

"Then let's take a gamble!" Li Xiuman said with a smile.

"Then let's have a gamble." Jin Zhongming also narrowed his eyes.

After saying that, both of them were not talking, but sat side by side, waiting quietly for the result to come out.

The two of them didn't wait long, but Kim Young-min pushed open the door of the conference room and walked out, holding a fruit plate inexplicably. When they approached, they found that there were eight folded notes on the plate.

"What's going on?" Li Xiuman asked in confusion.

"They dare not demolish it on the spot." Kim Young-min's reply was straightforward.

"Just." Kim Jong-ming chuckled. "Take it over and we will demolish it on the spot, and it can be said that the winner will be announced in person."

Kim Young-min then handed over the plate.

"It's right." Li Xiuman nodded disobediently. "It's time to start a bet, it's just that."

Kim Jong-ming took the plate and placed it on the gap between the two of them. Then he directly twisted one of the tightly stacked pieces of paper. He was about to open it, but he couldn't help but shouted Kim Young-min who was about to leave:

"President Jin..."

"Um?"

"Have they communicated with each other when they voted?" Kim Jong-ming asked curiously.

As soon as these words were spoken, Lee Soo-man also looked at Kim Young-min with interest.

"No." Kim Young-min gave the answer almost immediately. "The atmosphere during the voting was very stiff, and there was no one to talk. Now I'm still sitting in the conference room!"

"Oh." Kim Jong-ming nodded and ignored the other party, but turned his head to look at Li Xiuman. "What do you think of President Li? Do you recognize their handwriting?"

"How is that possible?" Li Xiuman sneered. "Do you recognize it?"

"Of course I don't recognize it either." Kim Jong-ming sneered. "Even an acquaintance, there is no need to teach children to hand over notes, right? So, this is better, and it doesn't seem stressful after being separated..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Zhongming had already opened the note, with a beautiful word "官".

"It's a good start!" Jin Zhongming's mouth curled slightly, but it was a rare relaxation.

However, just as he was about to put the opened note back and then open the second one, Li Xiuman, who was beside him, suddenly reached out to take it and looked at it carefully.

"Senior said he couldn't recognize his handwriting?" Jin Zhongming was speechless.

"What's wrong with whether you recognize it or not?" Li Xiuman asked disapprovingly. "Anyway, according to what Zhong Ming, you should be 'stay'. If it is not 'stay', it will be meaningless... So, I'm quite curious about your thoughts. Who do you think should write this first 'stay'?"

Jin Zhongming took the note back and looked it for a long time before giving a guess: "Are you busy?"

“How to say it?”

"Mennei is a serious child." Kim Jong-ming looked at the note and said. "Although he is stupid, he has a tough personality. Once he decides, he won't think about it anymore..."

"This is the truth." Li Xiuman said thoughtfully. "Sue Hyun is a serious child, a slug. However, although she may be the first to make a decision, why do she have to choose to support Jessie Jung? Just because you called her a slug?"

"No?" Kim Jong-ming asked back. "Or it's not enough? If not enough, will she remember the fact that she was sitting on Maomao's legs when she was a child and listening to the class? It's a big plus for both?"

Li Xiuman stopped talking, but directly picked up the second note and handed it to Kim Jong-ming.

"It's better to 'stay'." Jin Zhongming opened it very simply this time.

"Then who do you think is the second one to make up your mind?" Li Xiuman asked with a frown at the handwriting on the note.

"Sunny?" Kim Jong-ming's reply was still straightforward.

"I think so." Li Xiuman nodded slowly. "Sunny and Xika have a good relationship. I heard that they have had a fight. They are good with you...."

"I don't deny it." Kim Jong-ming laughed. "And as your niece, senior, I think she has lost pressure at this time. Unlike before, she was hesitant and didn't know what to do with herself."

"Is this the truth... next?"
To be continued...