Mr. Li Bei Rou is not a fool. Although his reputation in Korea is now so bad that it cannot be broken any more. Although the last two years of his term made him more absurd and indulgent in his close confidants, those are just the result of power and selfishness. The person who has worked all the way from a worker to the president is definitely not confused to a certain extent.

Take this popular cultural and artistic award for example. How could he not know that a good award that is conducive to the development of cultural undertakings was tinkered with by his brother like this? In fact, the list of awards with the same thick head as his waist was reviewed by him personally. Don’t he know how ridiculous this is, and don’t he know why it is?

But what should I do? After all, he is his elder brother like his father. Moreover, his brother is 76 years old this year. He retired from the position of deputy speaker of Congress for his position as president. Seeing that he only had two years left in office, he wanted to make some money now, so what could he do? He had to pinch his nose and wipe his butt for his brother.

Uh...how did you do it?

It's very simple. A bunch of company bosses squeezed in and they occupied three of the seven presidential medals? The biggest hidden danger is to prevent people who should have won the award from objecting. So President Li took the initiative and pinched the noses of those who should have received the presidential medal and moved them to the highest cultural medal list, so... it turned out to be the situation in front of him.

That's right, this strange list of winners is not that complicated. It's just that a bunch of people who spend money take over the quota. In order to block the victims' mouths, the original cultural figures who were robbed of the quota were raised one after another, and finally it turned into a strange situation where the gold crown medal was no less than the silver crown medal.

As for Kim Jong-ming? This is really just an accident, it has nothing to do with President Lee. He is just temporarily entrusted. With Kim Jong-ming, Kim Jong-ming has one more thing than Silver Crown, so it is naturally nothing to do with him. Please look for whom you should go!

Anyway, starting from today, it goes without saying that everyone will understand that this popular cultural and artistic appreciation has nothing to do with the public and cultural and artistic! It is a medal market!

And after I stepped down, will this thing be left or there is still much value? Then... I have stepped down, right?

"Mr. Kim Jong-ming... Although he is still young, his understanding and dedication of Korean films has made him widely recognized by the society. Especially in the past few years, when Korean films were at a low point, it was precisely the unremitting efforts of a series of Korean filmmakers who represented him to rejuvenate Korean films and entered the ***! In view of this, in order to commend his outstanding contribution, after careful consideration and discussion by the Korean Ministry of Culture, Sports and Tourism, he decided to award him the Golden Crown Medal, a cultural achievement that represents the highest honor of the Korean cultural industry! I will award this honor to him on behalf of the Korean government!"

I have to admit that no matter how nonsense Lee Myung-bak's ruling power is, he said very well. From Lee Soo-man at the beginning to Kim Jong-ming at the end, the commendation reasons for the eight award-winning people were basically on the point, and no one could say anything to refute. Therefore, although the cultural figures sitting in the audience were still speechless about the eight cultural gold crown medals,... in the end they were all very proud of the face and did not make trouble. They applauded and cheered, which made the award ceremony finally ended successfully without any danger.

As soon as the end was over there, President Lee Beef immediately left quickly surrounded by the attendants of the Blue House. He was not like Prime Minister Kim Yoo-seok. He was still there and stayed there to ask about his good health with several seniors.

Kim Jong-ming didn't want to stay too much. He just looked at the prime minister casually, then took off the medal on his chest and put it in his pocket, ready to leave. But he wanted to leave, but someone wanted to hold him.

"Zhong Ming, Liu Renna's character has not been thanked for you. It's a rare opportunity. Why don't you go have a drink together?" Yang Xianshuo's invitation seemed extremely natural, and many people passing by were not responding to the literary and artistic circles when they heard him.

"Yes, Jong Ming, I have not seen each other for half a year. Let's have a drink together!" Park Jin-young also came over with a haha.

Kim Jong-ming thought for a moment and finally nodded. As Park Jin-young said, since he left for China before, he actually spent only a few hours in Seoul, and this popular arts appreciation really made him feel that he was out of touch with the entertainment industry in Seoul. It would be good to have a drink and listen to gossip.

In this way, the three of them called their friends, and this time they were the president, the prime minister and the minister who came to award medals in person, the bosses of the winning group followed because they were worried. Everyone was acquaintance of the committee, so everyone responded with a haha. For a moment, they quickly gathered together 10 or 20 people, and then walked out with a laugh and laughing together.

However, at the door, an embarrassing thing appeared as soon as it appeared. The group walked out of the side door of the venue, and had just turned around. At the main exit facing him, Li Xiuman, who had a dark face, happened to take Girls' Generation and a large number of relevant personnel from all sizes and small companies who came to watch the ceremony.

You know, Li Xiuman doesn't talk to many people here, and with the good cultural medals becoming water-filled pork, he probably is in a bad mood now.

"Senior, are you going to have a drink together?" Jin Zhongming was probably the only one who didn't feel embarrassed. He immediately smiled and took the initiative to greet him. "Even if you celebrate your winning of the highest cultural medal!"

Li Xiuman narrowed his eyes and looked at Jin Zhongming's empty chest, then looked at the other person's face. He didn't know what was going on, but he nodded.

"Okay." Kim Jong-ming clapped his hands with a smile. "Let's go together!"

After saying that, Kim Jong-ming pulled Li Xiuman up, and looked at him expressionlessly, and walked out with such a group of bosses in the entertainment industry.

"Tell me the truth, how much did it cost this time?" Five minutes later, in a private room of a high-end Chinese restaurant on Sejong Road, as soon as he sat down, Li Xiuman asked a question that everyone was concerned about with.

"Two hundred billion!" Jin Zhongming thought for a moment, then reached out and gestured out two fingers.

To be honest, he decided not to hide it from the other party because Director Li was in a bad mood.

"What a joke?" Li Xiu was furious.

"No kidding." Kim Jong-ming picked up the teapot in front of him and poured a cup of warm water for himself. "You should know that my Gwangju set was on fire, right?"

"I was about to ask you about this!" Yang Xianshuo laughed dryly. "I heard in the news that the lines were aging, and the leakage of electricity caught fire. Even the principal came forward to admit that he had embezzled the government's grants and did not update the power equipment... However, in just one day, rumors were flying all over the sky. Some people said it was a fire set by the Catholic Church, some people said it was a fire set by the Gwangju Fire Department. What's even more terrifying is that some people said it was a fire set by you, which was used to cheat insurance..."

"Who did you hear this?" Jin Zhongming swallowed warm water indifferently. "It's only been a day, how did you hear so many statements? Could it be that you went to inquire specifically, right?"

"Hehe!" Yang Juhua smiled and buried her head. "Liu Renna was almost frightened. As soon as the news came out, she would find me cryingly. If you hadn't sent her text message to tell her everything was the same, she would probably not dare to go after the New Year... So, I went to inquire."

"The statements that President Yang has found out cannot be said to be all nonsense." Kim Jong-ming put down the cup and pinched two melon seeds and started to knead them. "When I was making a movie in Gwangju, I had a big conflict with the local Catholic church and government... The fire is indeed a bit unknown. I just said that my medal cost 20 billion, not nonsense, because this fire did burn nearly 20 billion of my valuable equipment... As for the medal today, to be honest, if Senior Li Soo-man asked my family Ermao to come to see me for attendance, I would not have come at all... So, I just realized that this medal should be the temporary compensation given to me by our Prime Minister Kim Yo-seok, who has served as a judge in the Gwangju District Court, after he found out that I came."

Having said that, everyone stopped moving and whispered, but just stared at the young man who was seriously eating melon seeds in a daze. For a moment, there was only the sound of Jin Zhongming eating melon seeds in the entire private room.

After waiting for a while, Li Xiuman finally held on and spoke: "Then why are you still like a ok with nothing?"

"Senior, what should I do? Do I cry and rob the world?" Kim Jong-ming didn't care at all. "Anyway, it's the New Year, and it's the New Year to cry, and it's the New Year to relax... Isn't there a Supreme Cultural Golden Crown Medal for compensation?"

"Is it really burned 20 billion?" Hong Shengcheng also spoke with a serious expression.

"It's true." Kim Jong-ming responded calmly. "But Lao Hong, don't worry... I will pay for these 20 billion equipment by myself. From the company's perspective, you just think that I just burned a 2 million won camera."

Hong Shengcheng sighed unhappyly.

"Actually, I don't hide it from you guys." Jin Zhongming sprinkled the melon seeds in his hand on the small plate in front of him. "There are quite a lot of these 20 billion equipment I sent to the sea of ​​fire by myself... At that time, I knew in advance that they were going to set fire, so I just left the equipment there... It's an alternative way to spend money to buy peace!"

"So that's it." Yang Xianshuo finally felt enlightened. "It seems that the effect is pretty good now?"

"That's natural." Kim Jong-ming sneered. "There are 20 billion things to show them, and no one can speak, not to mention that they were caught by me."

"No matter what, I wish you a big movie!" Lee Byung-hun was just a coincidence, but in fact he was not familiar with this group of people except Kim Jong-ming, but since he talked about the movie, he still couldn't help but join the conversation. "With your previous level, if you have 20 billion yuan, you should be able to make money after the movie is released. What's more, this movie itself is very special. Since Gwangju has set fire, there may be a statement here..."

"Whatever!" Kim Jong-ming answered very neatly. "If you give it to me, just continue. If you don't give it to me, just treat it as paying the tribute for next year in advance."

As soon as these words were said, everyone present looked a little gloomy.

"We businessmen... are really difficult." Han Chengzhu couldn't help but complain directly. "Everyone wants to make a fortune from us! Nothing can be avoided! Zhong Ming, after all, you are one level higher than ours. Just keep an eye on the presidential election. Unlike us, we can't avoid the presidential election next year, and this year's congressional election... They can even find you for money in the mayoral election in our hometown, but you dare not give it to me!"

"When it comes to this," Kim Jong-ming decided to avoid this big topic, because it was too early to say this now. He curiously reached out and tickled the medal on Li Xiu's chest. "Senior, how much did you spend?"

"One tenth of yours." Li Xiuman didn't hide it.

"Where are you guys' second-class medals?" Jin Zhongming turned around and pointed at Yang Xianshuo and the other two.

"I'm 500 million." Lee Byung-hun directly reported the numbers.

"I'm also 500 million." Park Jin-young nodded slightly.

"It's all the same." Yang Xianshuo shook his head.

"Our 'hidden star' is quite particular about fair trading." Kim Jong-ming thought of Li Xiangde, who was forced to buy and sell, and couldn't help laughing again.

"Actually." Yang Xianshuo couldn't help but sigh. "Zhong Ming, don't laugh at that person. You, a person who just burned 20 billion yuan, doesn't understand the difficulties of us. At least, Mr. Li Xiangde can definitely do things for you after receiving the money. He said that the president would give you a sign, and you can see the sign. Unlike some people, they have collected a lot of money, but they can't see anyone when they ask him to do things at critical moments..."

"You are pretty good." Park Jin-young didn't know which string was touched, but he was a little depressed. "What is the most helpless situation? You wanted to give the money out, but no one took it... The real King of Hell didn't see you at all, and the little ghost below skinned you layer by layer, but it was useless!"

"It seems that I am still too young and have insufficient knowledge!" Kim Jong-ming took the tissue speechlessly and wiped it. "So, Mr. Li Xiangde is still a great person?"

"It's hard to say good people, not good people." Li Xiuman, who was cheated tonight, actually said good things to this person. "But at least I'm not tired when dealing with him!"

"No matter what," Hong Shengcheng decided to pull the focus from this scam topic. "What do you think of this for the New Year...? Let the waiter serve the food!"

"Serve food is served, and the New Year is celebrated, but Lao Hong..." Han Sung-soo seemed a little unhappy. "You have been so happy in the past few years. In fact, it is because Mr. Kim Jong-ming is holding you over the head, so you don't think about these miscellaneous things. But we are suffering from life, so what do you say?"

"It's like I'm having a hard time." Hong Shengcheng was not polite.

"Old Han is sour." Someone joked with a smile. "Although his pledis was established in 2007, when UB first came out, he was just starting out. I guess he regretted not meeting Mr. Kim Jong-ming at that time..."

Han Chengzhu shook his head, but did not deny this statement.

"Are you not afraid of him holding a grudge when you say this in front of President Park?" Han Seung-ho, who had not spoken much, couldn't help it now. He pointed directly at Park Jin-young who listened to this expressionlessly and started to tease him.

"What hatred do you have?" Park Jin-young shook his head helplessly. "It's been so many years, and things have passed. Today, I look at the momentum of Ube. In fact, it has nothing to do with our jyp back then. As for whom you say you are angry with... Lao Hong is not angry now, and I dare not be angry now. Moreover, if you insist on holding a grudge, I still can't let go of you for senior Lee Soo-man. Thinking about the song I wrote, I went to him with the song I wrote, and he said my song was very good, and kept asking me how much it cost to sell... I said my songs would not be sold, I just wanted to debut, but he insisted that I am ugly and not suitable for debut..."

Everyone burst into laughter, and even Li Xiuman had to smile bitterly, which made the waiter who served the food confused.

"Yes!" Jin Zhongming picked up the wine glass and signaled a little. "It's rare to get together during the New Year. There are no rules. Everyone can say whatever they want. We even commented on the president's biological brother. What else can't be said?"

The crowd responded and the cocktail party officially began. Don’t say it, it’s rare that this group of bosses who don’t spit their bones on weekdays really showed off their aura of two brothers. From the internal struggles of the TV station to the gossip of a well-known artist, from Iraqi car bombs to which new type of white wine bomb, it really feels like he is free to speak.

And as they talked about it, everyone's topic suddenly returned to Kim Jong-ming's affairs in Gwangju after a roundabout way.

"Speaking of it... Zhong Ming, you are so brave." A pot of hot beef bone soup was loosened. Yang Hyun-soo took advantage of the opportunity to stir the hot soup in front of him and started chatting seriously. "The place in Gwangju is more than just a globe city. It is the base camp of Dianzhu. After many years, you can open your fingers and calculate how many big people came from Gwangju? Just like Prime Minister Kim Yoo-seok today, I believe it immediately because he was a judge in the Gwangju District Court... But, being remembered by such a group of big people all day long, are you really not afraid of being slapped by someone in the dark one day?"

"I have to be hard enough if I want to beat me." Kim Jong-ming was also lowering his head and stirring up the beef bone soup in front of him. "I'm afraid of them? And... to put it bluntly, this is President Yang, your level is too low, which has led to his thoughts becoming too naive. Think about it carefully, where did so many scenes of people's faces come from? Anyone who can become a real big man can't do too much of this kind of thing, and if he does too much, he can't become a big man. In fact, if I weren't forced to be an intimidating person this time, I wouldn't want to use such small tricks. How can I say it... either one or two or two! Of course, this time it was Gwangju that I lowered the level first, and I could speak to anyone I wanted... But..."

"But what?" Li Xiuman picked up the soup bowl and blew gently.

"But... I care about one thing very much." Kim Jong-ming couldn't help but frown. "This time I offended a Catholic Archdiocese bishop, there will be no problem, right?"

"What can happen to this problem?" Before he finished speaking, Han Shenghao couldn't help but answer. "In South Korea, this Catholic thing is just a paper tiger!"

Everyone in the room stopped moving, and then stared at the devout Catholic who used biblical allusions as the company name.

"I'm not doing anything to the Lord..." Han Shenghao sneered. "I'm just talking about the Catholic Church in Korea."

"Then let me tell me about it!" Jin Zhongming spread his hands, which attracted the bosses around him to nod and echo. "Who doesn't know that you, President Han Shenghao, is more familiar with everyone in this regard. Don't you also serve as a deacon of a Catholic legal entity consortium?"

"Then I'll just talk." Han Shenghao shook his head. "But I'm just saying my personal understanding in advance, and it's a religion. You'll listen to it, and I won't admit it when you go out."

"I didn't expect you to recognize me," Jin Zhongming laughed. "Stop talking nonsense, let me experience the New Year with peace of mind."

"That's right." Han Shenghao lowered his head and sipped the hot soup, then leaned back on the seat. "When it comes to the Catholic Church, everyone's first reaction is that this is the largest religion in South Korea, and it is well organized and has a huge social impact. We have five of the top ten Catholic churches in terms of building area. Koreans are also the main force of NGO organizations that go out to preach... So, generally speaking, at first glance, it seems that Catholicism is so powerful that it is endless in South Korea. But in fact, have you ever thought about it? Only more than ten percent of the so-called largest religion is believed in in South Korea, and behind this enthusiasm is actually just a lot of organized church consortiums! We have to give a definition of Catholicism in South Korea, that is... nothing except money and enthusiasm!"

"How can one build such a large church across the Capitol with money?" Someone disagrees with Han Shenghao's statement. "Doesn't political influence be needed?"

"You're thinking too much." Han Shenghao laughed and said, "The existence of the Pure Gospel Church Cathedral opposite Yeouido Capitol was created by the Catholic Church in order to gain political influence... Zhong Ming, do you know why Gwangju had to set up an archdiocese? Let me tell you, it was because when the dish cooking movement was in the first place, Bishop Choi Changwu of Gwangju took the right hand in Bao and successfully gained political influence in the local area, so the Holy See specially set up a bishop for him. In other words, Gwangju is already the strongest place in the Catholic Church... You even resisted them, what are you worried about?"

"But with this saying... which religion is the greatest political power in South Korea?" Someone became confused.

"Is this a matter of saying?" Han Shenghao couldn't help laughing again. "Of course it was the Protestantism that was bypassed from the United States! Take tonight. People outside criticized him for using his own church members... In fact, that church is a Protestant church. In South Korea, most politicians believe in the Protestantism of American fathers! So, just now, Zhong Ming said that he was afraid of being remembered by the Catholic Church, and I wanted to laugh when I heard it. What are you worried about? You, a person who grew up in the United States, will just find a Protestant church with many people to sit for confession and donate more money tomorrow. Even if the Catholic Church wants to find you, it has to swallow this tone... On the political level, they really don't have much power!"

"I really have a lot of experience!" Jin Zhongming thought.

"The people who have gained knowledge are still behind." Han Shenghao is rare to talk about sex. "I have been a deacon in Seoul for more than ten years... I have more experience in this regard than you! On the one hand, South Korea emphasizes religious freedom, while on the other hand, the country has been colonized for hundreds of years, and folk beliefs are generally lacking... So various churches of all sizes emerge one after another, and Catholicism is really just a sign in front. Not to mention anything else, who dares to ignore the influence of the Zen Choix Sect? Can people in our entertainment industry ignore the existence of Donggu University?"

"That's true. After all, Caoxi Sect is an old local religion." Kim Jong-ming nodded. "I suddenly realized what you said. It turns out that the religion in South Korea is the Three Kingdoms. In this case, I really don't have to be too afraid of any one..."

"You still don't understand." Han Shenghao was speechless. "Where did the Three Kingdoms come from? This is called a controversy among the Hundred Schools!"

"Baijia..." The young Jin Zhongming was really confused now.

One!" Li Xiuman put down the soup bowl in his hand and rarely showed off his attitude of educating his juniors. "Zhong Ming, you are a history student. Have you ever heard of shamanism?"
To be continued...