ps: Since we promised to end today, there is still another chapter tonight, so wait!

The Baeksang Art Awards is the only large-scale awards ceremony in South Korea that integrates TV and movies, so there are really more artists here. And when Kim Jong-ming took Park Ji-yeon and sat directly in the front seat without hesitation, he naturally became the focus.

Still serving, So Ji-seok in military uniform, Jang Geun-soo in a sequin suit, Lee Min-ki with long hair, Ha Jung-woo with a tired face, Kim Yoon-suk with a beard, Jung Yong-he, Choi Daniel and others, they must say hello whenever they come in and pass by, and those who are familiar with each other will sit down and chat for a few words. However, these people seem to know some rumors, so they do not mention the award issue that should have been discussed seriously.

Well, but Kim Jong-ming's attention is not here. He was impressed by the wit of the male stars today, because compared to these male stars with strange hairstyles or prominent clothes, today's female stars' outfits are obviously worse than those...

"I'll take good intentions as a donkey's liver and lungs, so I'll go backstage. Today we'll be in the opening performance!" Yoona also stopped to inquire about the rumors about the TV Emperor, but after being blocked by Kim Jong-ming, he had to leave in a depressed mood.

"Go!" Jin Zhongming nodded calmly. "Fourth..."

"What are you counting?" Park Ji-yeon couldn't help but be curious. She had long noticed that Kim Jong-ming would selectively superimpose numbers after the female celebrities who came to say hello left. "How did you classify them?"

"Don't you see it?" Jin Zhongming was puzzled. "I thought you were quite smart."

Park Ji-yeon was confused, but she was scared back just as she was about to speak, because a female star who impressed her so much came across from her - Kim Tae-hee, who was known as the number one natural beauty in Korea, actually came over.

"Oh, senior!" Jin Zhongming greeted him casually.

"Yo, junior." Kim Tae-hee walked over with a smile in her dress. As soon as she sat down, she noticed Park Ji-yeon, who was so scared that she didn't dare to speak. "Why is this so familiar? By the way, before I came just now, Lee Wan told me that Kim Jong-ming was the red carpet that Kim Tae-hee walked with her..."

"Well." Jin Zhongming responded slightly.

"Hello, senior, I am Park Ji-yeon, the busy Tara group who just debuted last year!" Park Ji-yeon realized what was going on. She forgot to say hello. No wonder people came up and teased herself.

"Hello." Kim Tae-hee looked Park Ji-yeon with a smile. She had to admit that the other party was really similar to her...but, the other party's company's publicity strategy undoubtedly made people feel unhappy. "This is the little Kim Tae-hee in the report, it really looks like..."

"Senior!" Kim Jong-ming, who has always been very natural to everyone, suddenly glanced at Kim Tae-hee seriously. "There is no need to say such words. The president's mind is just watered. She is also scolded because of this. The teenager even gets scolded at home because of this. This topic is boring. To be honest, the status gap between you two is too big. This kind of teasing is actually not good for anyone. Is it right?"

"It's true that I'm too much." Kim Tae-hee smiled and nodded without changing her face, as if she wasn't angry at all because of Kim Jong-ming's words. "Then I won't bother you two, if you have the chance to chat..."

"Goodbye, then." Jin Zhongming smiled and nodded in response. If the reason why he didn't get up and say hello when they first met was to show that they had a strong relationship, then he would obviously have some attitude in it before he stood up to send him off, the senior of the real brand. "Fifteenth..."

"Thank you!" Park Ji-yeon lowered her head for a while before she controlled her emotions. "In fact, I know that the problem lies with me. Senior Kim Tae-hee is innocently implicated. There is no need for you to offend her because I have turned around..."

"Where does it come from so much nonsense? Of course, I know that the problem is only with Kim Kwang-soo." Kim Jong-ming lowered his head and brushed his pants. "As for senior Kim Tae-hee, it is one thing for everyone to talk in a friendly manner, and venting dissatisfaction in front of me is another thing. Yes, from her perspective, she feels offended, but since you came with me today, teasing you is teasing me. If she forgot, I have to remind her!"

Park Ji-yeon immediately didn't know how to speak.

The next one was Ha Ji-won. She also sat down and asked a few questions, but unlike others, she seemed even more worried when the Da Zhong Prize was not collected.

"How to say it, Zhong Ming, please bear with it. Some things are not our final say. What's more, there are movies in the TV category this time. I don't believe that "Those Years" won't win an award."

"Who knows? It doesn't matter." Jin Zhongming smiled and beat him up, fooling him away. "Sixteen..."

"What are you counting?!" Park Ji-yeon was finally old. After all, she temporarily threw the three words Kim Tae-hee behind her, and then she started to be confused by Kim Jong-ming's counting.

The situation in the next two minutes made Park Ji-yeon even more curious, because Kim Jong-ming did not continue to add up when Han Hyo-joo walked over and spoke, but the subsequent arrival of Moon-geun Young made this number seventeenth...

"What are you counting?" Park Ji-yeon couldn't help but pull Kim Jong-ming's clothes.

"Yes, what are you counting? I'm also very curious, what are 17?" A middle-aged man's voice rang behind him.

"Why is this sound so familiar?" Kim Jong-ming was stunned for a second, then laughed dryly, and reached out to hold Park Ji-yeon who wanted to turn back and salute. "How come it sounds like Senior Lee Byung-hoon? Are you here... have something to do with me?"

"Zhong Ming!" Lee Byung-hun sighed. "Actually, I have been wanting to talk to you these days!"

"Look at me with your ears." Kim Jong-ming smiled and lowered his head to dust his trouser legs again.

"I think." Lee Byung-hun put his hands together and placed them on Kim Jong-ming's back. "Everyone is involuntarily. We don't need to think too much about what a big shot means... It's better to just pretend that some things are not too much?"

"Famous quote!" Jin Zhongming nodded repeatedly. "Actually, I have never hated Senior because of this. But Senior, you have thought too much!"

"Is that true?" Lee Byung-hun's tone was obviously hesitant.

"Senior, don't believe it?" Kim Jong-ming was straightforward.

"I always feel that you...have been too calm." Lee Byung-hun replied with a little hesitation. "Actually, some reactions are taken for granted, and everyone can understand!"

"That's right." Jin Zhongming smiled again. "Even if you don't understand, then it's meaningless, right? The envelopes should have been sealed now, so wait to send them out, right?"

Lee Byung-hun was silent for a few seconds and stood up and left. Many pairs of eyes staring here were disappointed, and there was no conflict. Even Kim Jong-ming didn't look back throughout the whole process, which made those who were determined to see his expression even more disappointed.

"What does it mean?" Park Ji-yeon was puzzled. "I didn't understand what you two said."

"Didn't Eun-jeong tell you?" Kim Jong-ming looked at Park Ji-yeon strangely. "I told her very much about the fact that I, Baek Sinica, are you talking about it in detail. She has no reason not to tell you, right?"

"Of course I know that!" Park Ji-yeon responded with his head down. "I just wondered what the envelope is...what shouldn't ask about these things? I'm so curious, sorry."

"Well." Kim Jong-ming turned around and wanted to pat the other person's shoulder to comfort him, but when he was about to pat his hands, he found out that the other person was wearing a shoulder outfit, so he had to pat the back of the head. "It doesn't matter, as a child of your age, the meaning of the envelope is very simple. Do you know the rules of Bai Xiang?"

Park Ji-yeon shook her head.

"The ten-person committee is responsible for voting to select all the award winners!" Kim Jong-ming explained to Park Ji-yeon sideways. "However, according to the rules, the awards are obtained by voting today. Just when we both talk now, all ten people will turn off their phones, and then carry a few pieces of paper with nominations to conduct the final vote in a nearby conference room. The doors are locked, and everything will be decided there."

"Oh!" Park Ji-yeon, who had never been exposed to similar information, suddenly realized.

"In the end, the envelope containing all the award results will be prepared in duplicate, and the envelope must be sealed by the General Secretary of the Committee of the Ten People! And until five minutes before the ceremony, these envelopes will be handed over by the General Secretary to the ceremony organizer, that is, the people from "Daily Sports"! One is placed on the podium as a backup, and the other is handed over to the award presenter... This is what the envelope means."

"So that's it." Park Ji-yeon nodded. She actually regretted asking this question. Although she is young, she also knows that the rules that sound very tiring must be maintained just as the superficial procedural justice. How could the real result be decided in the voting? It must be discussed in advance, otherwise how could Kim Jong-ming's TV Emperor be manipulated on Lee Byung-hun just now?

However, Kim Jong-ming seemed to be in a hurry at this moment, and he began to continue popularizing science.

"If you say double yolk eggs, the double yolk eggs are actually controllable, and it doesn't turn into double yolk eggs as imagined! In fact, compared to Qinglong, who is also a few executive committee members and often has double yolk eggs, Bai Xiang rarely ends with double yolk eggs in major awards unless there are special circumstances. This is because the general affairs director and the classification team leader have special power." Kim Jong-ming raised a finger to Park Ji-yeon, who was already a little scared. "The classification team leader will get additional benefits. "The classification team leader will get the additional information."

The bonus of one vote, the general manager adds another vote, so for the general manager, he has an additional bonus of up to two votes, and he has the right to vote in the last vote. Then he will choose to increase or increase the additional votes depending on the situation, so as to ensure the stability of the voting results! Therefore, when the general manager is in a good mood, he may not weight his votes and choose to appear a double-yolk egg... However, this situation will generally only appear at the newcomer prize."

Park Ji-yeon finally couldn't help it. She was not a person without conscience. Today, Kim Jong-ming defended her so much. No matter how she stood from the other party's perspective, she felt that it was a bit too much to discuss this topic! The other party seemed to be stimulated by Lee Byung-hun's arrival.

"Oppa, stop talking." In desperation, Park Ji-yeon actually knew that he had called him back to Oppa. "Actually, don't think too much about things today, it's just an award."

"If it's really an award, forget it!" Jin Zhongming grinned slightly. "I'll endure it, but what should I do if someone doesn't want to give me an award?"

Park Ji-yeon doesn't understand it now.

"It's just a video emperor. When I have a movie award, people like Lee Byung-hun dare to come over and pretend to be generous... Of course he can be generous, because after tonight, everyone will only remember that Lee Byung-hun is the video emperor, and I, Kim Jong-ming, have nothing. Then you say, if I was shortlisted tonight and finally got shaved, what would those people who greeted me warmly just now laugh? How would people like Lee Byung-hun laugh behind me?"

Park Ji-yeon opened her mouth, and the little girl spoke almost noun: "How could she shaved her head? You... have been shortlisted for so many?"

An Shengji was the finale, and Kim Jong-ming no longer vented his dissatisfaction with a little girl. He stood up to greet his teacher, and then the teacher and student sat side by side to the middle of the first row - a position that no one could ignore.

In a closed conference room behind the National Theater at the same time, the scene described by Kim Jong-ming is in progress.

"It's almost time!" Han Mingde, the general affairs director of the Baixiang Executive Committee, looked at the time. "According to the rules, raise your hands to record votes, and all awards will be resolved within five minutes! I'll call for awards, and Editor-in-Chief Wang is responsible for presiding and copying the votes!"

"Okay!" The editor-in-chief Wang was also very nervous.

"Best female variety show mc." Han Mingde shouted out the lowest value award.

"An Ying-Mei!" In order, the voting began.

"An Ying-Mei!"

"Kang Yumi!"

...

"Jiang Yumei's five votes, An Ying-Mi's five votes." The editor-in-chief Wang glanced at him. "Did Master Li Bingchun choose to be weighted?"

After hesitating for a moment, Lee Byung-chun gave up. An Young-mi is a veteran comedian of her own KBS, but Kang Yumi is from mbc. This time, mbc was named by Ms. Park and she wanted to take care of...

"Did President Han choose to be weighted?" Editor-in-Chief Wang continued to ask urgently.

"...Forget it." Han Mingde hesitated for a moment. "Give up."

"Double yolk eggs, the best female variety show mc is Jiang Yumi and An Yingmei!" Editor-in-chief Wang wrote down the two names without hesitation, in duplicate, then stuffed them into a special envelope and handed them to Han Mingde.

Han Mingde also simply used a seal with his own name to seal the two envelopes in public! In this way, the results of a prize were officially released.

"Next." Han Mingde put down the envelope and continued the final review. "Best Variety Show Male MC..."

"Kim Zhongming!" Li Bingchun took the initiative. "Weighted one vote."

"Jin Zhongming." Zheng Jinzhou also raised his hand.

"Jin Zhongming." Another person chose Kim Zhongming, and four votes were made in a blink of an eye.

"Park Sung-ho." The deputy editor-in-chief of "Dianjin Sports" sighed. He was under great pressure. Park Sung-ho was shortlisted for the mbc variety show "number1".

"Kim Zhongming."

...

"President Han, Kim Jong-ming has 5 votes, and Han Chenghao has 5 votes. Please vote and explain whether you choose weighting and how many votes to weighting." Editor-in-Chief Wang reached out to signal.

"Park Sung-ho, weighted two votes!" Han Mingde gritted his teeth.

"Best variety show man, MC Park Sung-ho!" Mr. Wang wrote the name, Han Mingde took the lead in sealing, and another award was given to MBC.

...

"The Emperor of Watch!" Finally, Han Mingde was concise and concise.

"Lee Byung-hun."

"Lee Byung-hun."

"Lee Byung-hun."

...

"Li Binghun 7 votes..." Editor-in-chief Wang looked at Han Mingde without following the rules.

"No weight." Han Mingde breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone was relieved. After all, no one dared to directly disobey Ms. Pu's intentions.
To be continued...