ps: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival for everyone!

"If... you left with Kim Woo-sung just now, you would really never come back to this office." Aunt Park looked at the door sarcastically. "I should have thought that he would pick up a bargain at the door!"

"Mr. Kim Moon-sung has a good qualification and strong strength. Maybe he will choose for you and then try to do his own term. As this person, he is actually my blessing." Kim Jong-ming smiled slightly. "Why do you need to be so strong, the Chairman?"

"I won't say that anymore." Aunt Park sat upright behind her desk, but her eyes drifted to the two photos on the table. "After you left, I thought about your words, and thought of some things and people, so I think we can still have a serious chat again."

"Since that's the case," Kim Jong-ming also looked at the two photos. "Why don't you start with these two photos?"

"It's just two photos." Aunt Park was a little excited. "A photo of my family of five when I was young, and a photo of my nephew and my brother's family three years ago... nothing to say."

"actually……"

"Actually..." Aunt Park suddenly interrupted Kim Jong-ming's words. "There is no need to hide it from you. I just thought of my mother. When I was angry, I always come over to see my mother's photos... It was her childhood education that made me reflect. She... She always keeps confident no matter what she encounters. She told me that it would be fine if she should do what she should do. Panic and emotional work will only make things worse. Tonight, I was indeed panic and emotional work first. As a result, I don't know whether Song Kang-ho's side will be effective. But because of my own dissatisfaction, I squeezed you, the outstanding junior who was originally helping me, to the opposite side of my own. I am very sorry!"

"That's why I'm so convinced that you will win the 2012 general election." Kim Jong-ming reached out and held down his glasses. "In the habitually proud party of the Great National Party, you know how to be humble to others. It's human nature to be emotionally excited for a while. You said this, but it's hard for me, a junior."

"Sister!" Aunt Park spoke again. "This word is the second reason for me to come back. The words of the queen mother are an advantage. I thought about it. Even if you look back and slap you faint, it is useless, because you are too young and can completely avoid it. And I, I am almost 60 years old, and then look at the photos of my three-year-old nephew, I will know that if I can't slap you to death, one day he will have to suck you. If that's the case, why bother to make a mess with each other?"

Jin Zhongming blinked with a strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Aunt Park asked in confusion. "Is there any problem with this?"

"No." Kim Jong-ming explained a little. "According to my purpose of coming here at the beginning, I want to explain to you what Professor An Zhexiu talked to me. Although he said a lot, the most important one is to vaguely suggest that I can be the successor of his political mantle in twenty or thirty years."

"It's understandable." Aunt Park nodded. "You are an alien, and everyone can think of this. In fact, I let Zheng Jin-chong do it before. In addition to the movies that made me feel a little confused, my fear of you is indeed a problem... But if he doesn't say this, is he sure he will come out and choose?"

"It's OK." Kim Jong-ming nodded. "He officially said what he had run for the election and took the initiative to suggest that I come to you before leaving. At the same time, if you remember correctly, Posco has officially bet on him. If you can't hide such actions, a signal should be sent soon."

"Thank you for your hard work." Aunt Park nodded, and there was indeed no turbulence on her face. "Is there anything else?"

"It should be gone, nothing else has anything to do with politics." Kim Jong-ming replied with a normal expression.

"Then Zheng Mengzhu... Forget it, it's better not to say anything." Aunt Park withdrew her gaze from the photo. "Let's have a good talk. I thought about it, it's not that you can't accept your reminder... or warning. But you have to pay the price."

"There is no shame in respecting the strong." Kim Jong-ming shrugged. "As long as you don't trample on my bottom line, I'm happy to pay for other costs."

"That's good." Aunt Park nodded again. "Actually, if it's really simple, I'll give you a face, that is, to pull out Song Kanghao's affairs alone. I won't interfere with his freedom to make movies, but you have to make sure that there is no wave of connection and opposition caused by this before the election. At the same time, you have to increase your support for me in some aspects."

Certain aspects of course refer to donations from certain foundations, and Kim Jong-ming naturally understands this.

"That's fine." After seeing Kim Jong-ming nodding, Aunt Park calmly patted her hands. "Things are over, everything else is the same. We are still the ones who go together and are the partners of cooperation. You continue to shoot "The Furnace", you continue to run in China, and do business as you do! In short, let's just talk about the matter. In the big picture, there is no problem between you and me. Just like that, Qi Chun... gives Zhong Ming!"

"This is perfect," Kim Jong-ming also nodded slightly and smiled. "Goodbye."

In this way, Jin Qichun sent Jin Zhongming out directly. Since there was nothing Jin Wuxing was waiting in the corridor this time, the two of them came to the underground parking lot smoothly.

"Mr. Jin Zhongming." Just as Jin Zhongming was about to wake up Jia Chao who was waiting here, Jin Qichun, who was speechless all the way, suddenly spoke. "I don't understand."

"Don't you understand?" Jin Zhongming, wearing black-framed glasses, asked with harmless smile.

"I'm next door all the way and can hear anything, so I want to ask you something." Jin Qichun leaned over and lowered her head and said seriously. "And please be sure to solve the problem."

"Speaking."

"It seems that you just spent money to buy a insurance for Mr. Song Kanghao." Jin Qichun smiled hard. The look of his low eyebrows and the time when Kim Jong-ming came was too different. "But... everyone understands. After this night, your relationship with the chairman is no longer as close as before. Moreover, the chairman did not mention the affairs of President Zheng Jin-chung and the Korean Filmmakers Federation, which means that your expansion in the Korean film industry will still encounter strong obstacles... Is it worth it? A Song Kanghao, or the so-called chess piece principle?"

"Secretary Jin." Kim Jong-ming looked at the other party with a little emotion. "Actually, I made a profit!"

Jin Qichun was a little confused.

"First of all, you have heard about Zheng Jinzhou. Sooner or later, what should come will always come. It's just two years ago. I won't be scared by him." Kim Jong-ming chuckled. "As for what Chairman and I value the most... haven't you noticed?"

Jin Qichun still doesn't understand.

"Yes." Kim Jong-ming spread his hands. "We must not be so close after this time, but when she asked me to go back and talk, she obviously felt equal to two points than before! Although it was only two points, it was already amazing. Because this means that from today on, she no longer treats me as a junior or something in her pocket. She treats me as a fair collaborator to a certain extent."

Jin Qichun was a little enlightened.

"Secretary Jin, you said that although I lost a little personal relationship, I have gained equality, right?" Kim Jong-ming smiled. "And considering that she is so strong, I am so helpless to her. Isn't it because I made a fortune now? I actually gained respect by relying on my toughness tonight, okay?! What's more, I'm going to find Senior Song Kanghao and ask him for credit and reward in person... It's really a pleasant thing to get his gratitude."

Jin Qichun suddenly felt a little at a loss and was stunned for a long time.

"That Secretary Kim." Kim Jong-ming, who had walked a few steps, suddenly remembered something, turned around and walked back. "You seem to have forgotten something."

Jin Qichun was very puzzled. He didn't think he would lose everything, but then he was stunned because Kim Jong-ming took out a white Go piece from his zippered jacket's inner pocket.

"Put it away." Jin Zhongming slapped the chess piece on the other party's palm. "If I were you, I would throw it out of the window when I walked into the corridor."

After saying that, Jin Zhongming turned around and knocked on his car window, woke up Jia Chao. After a while, the Hyundai car drove out, leaving Secretary Jin standing alone in a daze.

And just as he said to Jin Qichun, Jin Zhongming asked Jia Chao to drive the car directly to Song Kanghao's home. In this way, when it was three in the morning, he really met Song Kanghao, who had only been separated for a few hours at the other party's home.

Kim Jong-ming is not a person who does good deeds without leaving a name, he is here to show his merits, so he told the other party everything that Aunt Park would use Zheng Jin-chong to deal with you Song Kang-ho, and he himself took back the dignity of a Korean filmmaker from Aunt Park.

"I am very grateful for this." Song Kanghao, who was wearing autumn pants and a sweater, pinched his big pie face. "I am undoubtedly grateful to Zhong Ming, you are extremely grateful... I also want to be sorry for the previous incident. I did have some misunderstandings about you before... But you are late."

"What does it mean?" Kim Jong-ming laughed. "I remember that at the premiere of "The Unreserved" before, you took the initiative to talk to me about your invitation from Moon Jae-in to make a movie. I suggest you staggering the "Furrow" with my... You are still very angry, and we argued for a long time... Why is it too late?"

"I apologize to you again for that matter." Song Kanghao waved his hand. "I just received a request that day and was in a strange mood. In addition, the person who asked for it said some bad things, which made me misunderstand you. But these days I have roughly understood the matter of "The Furnace" and my mind has become much clearer... I think you not only did it well, but what you said that time was right."

Jin Zhongming turned his fingers, but he didn't understand what the other party meant.

"That's right." Song Kanghao sighed, and then explained clearly. "Two reasons, one is that I don't want to create an atmosphere of opposition in camps as you said that day. Korean filmmakers should show unity. The other reason is that I have gained more and more knowledge about your behavior of filming this movie after I have been more and more familiar with the fact that I have been so concerned about the behavior of making this movie. If from this perspective, then the request from the Wen Consultant lost its basic foothold... Didn't they say that your movie was fabricated to deal with the Dianzhu United Party? Now..."

"So you rejected that movie?" Kim Jong-ming finally understood.

"Yes." Song Kanghao nodded slightly. "Yes! Rejected!"

"Have you felt the pressure from Ms. Park before?" Kim Jong-ming's mouth curled up. Of course, he was not mocking Song Kang-ho.

"It's a little bit." Song Kanghao admitted with a little emotion. "My wife has been following "Big Things", the first female president of South Korea... and I'm not a fool, I can always feel a little bit of it. However, the most important thing is that I'm old and don't want to repeat the price I paid for in "The Filial Piece Cave Barber"... The pressure I had after the movie was released... In fact, even if you stopped the most direct filming resistance and top pressure for me, there will always be subordinates who will settle the score for their leaders afterwards. Of course, I don't regret what I do myself. But now I'm old this year, my son is ready to join the youth national team, and with so many reasons... I rejected Consultant Wen."

"Then I won't bother you." Kim Jong-ming stared at his shoes covered with water stains for a long time, and didn't know what he was thinking, but he was ready to say goodbye as soon as he spoke. "But if the senior still has a new idea to make that movie, you can try to come to me. Since I have paid that price, to be honest, I won't use it if you don't have it, I can always block some storm for you."

"...I'm still sorry, I feel sorry for you." Song Kanghao stood up. "I'll give you a gift."

"It's windy outside and it's still raining." Jin Zhongming reached out to stop the other party. "You can rest. I have a driver next to me and I'm ready to go home and sleep directly."

Kim Jong-ming did what he said, and he really turned around and left in the car, as if he didn't care at all that he had been wasted on Aunt Park's side.

Jia Chao drove slowly, and the rain outside washed the car windows. The sound made it difficult for Jin Zhongming to fall asleep.

"Didn't it go very smoothly?" Jia Chao noticed this scene from the rearview mirror. "So can't sleep?"

"No." Kim Jong-ming shook his head. "I'm quite sure, but because I'm too sleepy and not focused, I'm not sure for a while... I can't sleep anyway."

"Whatever." Jia Chao was speechless. "I don't know what was going on anyway..."

"Then do you know Gyeongsang South Road?" Kim Jong-ming asked suddenly.

"Of course." Jia Chao was speechless. "How could he not know that in Korea, just that little place? Sister Xiaoya's mother was born in Gyeongsang-nam-do!"

"Then tell me, what are the celebrities in Gyeongsang-nan Province?" Kim Jong-ming asked quickly. "Five! Tell me quickly, don't think about it!"

"President Kim Yong-san, President Roh Moo-hyun, Lee Byung-chul, Song...Mr. Song Kang-ho...I really can't remember anything else for a while."

"I have one more than you." Kim Jong-ming chuckled. "Moon Jae-in, there are only five."

"What then?" It was Jia Chao's turn to ask.

"What then?" Kim Jong-ming chuckled again. "No more. Not like you slept in the car for so long, I was exhausted today. I took a snatch for a while, drove slowly, and called me when I got home."

After saying that, Kim Jong-ming turned over and lay in the back seat of the car, and he really started snoring quickly.

Jia Chao looked confused. He really didn't understand what was going on.

Jia Chao doesn't understand, but someone understands it.

At this moment, in the living room of Song Kanghao's home, the top Korean actor who was still wearing long-dressing pants and a sweater did not choose to go back to the bedroom to sleep. In fact, after watching Kim Jong-ming leave and turn off the lights, Song Kanghao chose to lie directly on the sofa. In the darkness, his eyes were staring at the ceiling of his house, as if he wanted to see something from it.

As a representative figure of Korean movies, Song Kang-ho is a celebrity in Gyeongsang-nan Province. Just as Kim Jong-ming asked Jia Chao just now, he is the only celebrity in his hometown who is qualified to jump out and put it with two presidents and one Samsung founder. Even Moon Jae-in is not as famous as him.

However, for the big actor Song Kang-ho, Kim Yongsan and Lee Byung-chul were a bit far away, only Ro Moo-hyun, who committed suicide by jumping off a cliff last year, was a real and accessible fellow countryman to him.

In fact, because of age and fame, the two have a lot of interactions and have always been close to each other. Even when the actors rush to cut their quotas, why did he, the actor Qiao Chu, who should have been the only one who should have been forced to be brought out by Choi Min-sik? Because he didn't want to cause trouble for Roh Moo-hyun, a fellow villager who took care of him. In addition to being close, because the other party is nearly 20 years older than him, Song Kang-ho also has an extra sense of respect and admiration for the other party. Of course, the growth process of a poor boy who ended up becoming the president is indeed legendary enough, and when such a legend happens in front of him... How could Song Kang-ho not worship or respect Roh Moo-hyun?

However, this kind of worship evolved into a strong sense of grief and anger last year as the other party jumped down from the cliff! Song Kanghao did not go to the road to worship at that time, but because he was afraid of causing trouble for the other party! His feelings for Roh Moo-hyun must be greater than those of scholars like Kim Ji-dong!

Therefore, when Moon Jae-in came to him with Roh Moo-hyun’s personal experience adaptation script, he, who was ready to avoid Park Geun-hye’s edge, nodded suddenly, and even believed in Kim Jong-ming’s statement that he was Park Geun-hye’s movie glove... And today, he also had a reason not to tell Kim Jong-ming, that is, he was worried that the movie would cause trouble for Roh Moo-hyun after being involved in a party dispute, and that would prevent the fellow villager from resting in peace!

However, put aside these ridiculous political tricks, put aside everything, and even put aside Kim Jong-ming's help, when only the movie and Roh Moo-hyun were left in front of him... Song Kang-ho found that he really couldn't let go of this movie, just like he couldn't let go of Roh Moo-hyun's death. The other party could use death to clean himself for the sake of Qingming's name. Shouldn't he do something for this name that has been in his heart for nearly 30 years? Just treat it as being willful for purely for personal feelings! Then, continue to hide from Ms. Park and stay away from the movie for three years without touching the movie? Then, so what do you want to repay Kim Jong-ming's kindness? What can he go from him? What are you reluctant to let go?

I don’t know how long I thought about it, but when I think of things, this Korean actor who focused on the nerves got up from the sofa and returned to the bedroom.

"What time is it?" The wife was awakened by the movement of her husband coming back. "Why did she come back so long?"

"I want to make a movie!" Song Kanghao replied while lying on the bed with his head raised.

"Then let's take a photo!" The wife completely understood. "I'll ask you what time it's!"

"No one can do it if I don't let me shoot it!" Song Kanghao continued to say expressionlessly. "You can pay any price! This time I don't want to care about any consequences, I just want to make a movie!"

The wife sighed, covered the other person with a quilt, and then turned over to sleep.

Time doesn't move, and the location changes. Just when Song Kanghao's wife and children are on the warm bed, Jin Zhongming, who has been struggling all night, made a chill downstairs in his apartment! Jia Chao changed the nanny car parked here in the garage below the building and left, but he also took away the things from the nanny car. He originally wanted to take a coat from it, but in a blink of an eye the other party disappeared...

Sure enough, the temperature outside was as expected by Jin Zhongming. This was the coldest time in the early morning. At the end of October, what did you say? The autumn wind and autumn rain were so sad... What's even more terrifying was that the garage elevator was locked late at night, so he had to circle around and enter the corridor from the stairs to the corridor. But as soon as he entered the corridor, he was swept by the wind and then hit a chill. I don't know if this is a good sign.

"Mr. Jin Zhongming..." The security guard was a newcomer, but it was obvious that his strange expression was exactly the same as those of his predecessors in the past. "Someone has been waiting for you for a long time at the entrance of the corridor... I invited them to come to my place to warm them up, but they insisted on waiting at the door...Why don't you go and have a look?"

Kim Jong-ming looked outside as if he had seen a ghost: "This weather...waiting outside? How long have you been waiting? Who? How many people?"

"I came before two o'clock in the morning. Miss Krystal told them that you had not come back yet, and they kept waiting, and then asked me to stop you when I saw you inside." The security guard continued to respond with a strange expression. "As for the other questions... there are two people, one man and one woman, who have been waiting outside. As for who it is... you will know when you see it. Anyway, I am very familiar with the face of that man."

Jin Zhongming looked at the door and looked at the security guard. After the security guard nodded repeatedly, he had to take out black-framed glasses from his jacket again, then followed him to the entrance of the corridor and tentatively stretched out his head...

"You two... are really rare guests!" Jin Zhongming was no longer sleepy at once. In fact, he is now energetic.

"Zhong, Zhong Ming, we're meeting again." Lee Byung-hun, who was wrapped in the same coat with Lee Min-jung beside him, responded with trembling lips, while Lee Min-jung beside him was also trying hard to squeeze out a smile.

Kim Jong-ming was lost because he suddenly thought of the early spring season four years ago. At that time, Bae Yong-jun seemed to have been waiting outside the door for a night, and then said hello to himself like this...

Although I don’t know how this person figured it out, it seems like a different life! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!