"Mr. Han, don't you really want to think about it again?"

"I'm sorry, I think I've made it clear...... Taxi (taxi)!"

Maybe it was Han Woo's sudden initiative to talk on the plane that gave Park Jin-young some hope back to his heart, or maybe Park Jin-young himself is not the kind of character who will be willing to let go after just one or two attempts.

After the plane landed, he actually stuck to Han Yu again, and constantly "harassed" in Han Yu's ear, trying to abduct this young man who he wanted to take over more and more to his own company.

However, Han Yu's attitude was also very resolute, and he walked all the way to the outside of the airport with his luggage in disregard, and finally waved neatly and called a taxi parked on the side of the road, which forcibly drew an end to Park Zhenying's second solicitation.

It is also because the two have taken the same flight after all, and if you throw away the annoying thoughts, Han Yu's impression of Park Zhenying is not bad, so he ignored Park Zhenying's words. Otherwise, if it were those guys in the United States, Han Yu would have been unable to control his temper for a long time, and he would have to give the other party some color to take a look.

He has been in the United States all these years, and he usually laughs and laughs freely on the surface, but in fact, he has accumulated a lot of anger in his heart.

If you stay in the dark for a long time, you will inevitably be affected a little.

He knows this himself, so in general, he tries to restrain his temper and keep himself from getting angry.

Standing alone, Park Jin-young opened his mouth slightly, watching the taxi that Han Woo was in gradually moving away, and finally could only raise his hand and rub his hair irritably.

I think that in the early days of JYP's development, Park Jin-young used to be a talent scout himself, and he was often rejected by others at that time.

The main reason is that the conditions at that time were indeed much worse than now, the company's reputation had not yet been operated, and few people would be willing to bet their youth on such an obscure small company.

It's just that Park Jin-young didn't expect that now, more than ten years later, the name JYP has been rejected by others again, and it is on the premise that he, the president, takes the initiative.

"President, why did you come here? The weather is strangely cold, did you forget the agreed place?"

It didn't take long for Park Zhenying to contact the staff of JYP who came to pick up the airport and drove here.

Park Zhenying didn't answer the other party's question, after taking the scarf handed over by the other party, he casually wrapped it around his neck, and just about to get into the car, he couldn't help but stop his movements, smacked his lips, and looked at the direction where Han Yu had just left, his brows were tightened, and he knew that he was worried about something at a glance.

"President?"

The JYP employee pulled the car door and looked at Park Jin-young strangely.

"Yikes. ”

Suddenly, Park Jin-young turned his head to look at the clerk and asked, "You said, if our JYP goes to Seoul to hold an audition, will anyone participate?"

The other party was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "Why did you ask this ...... all at once?"

"Hey, don't worry so much!

Park Jin-young slapped the other party's shoulder angrily.

This JYP employee was obviously a close person close to Park Jin-young, and after being patted on the shoulder by Park Jin-young indifferently, he didn't say anything, just looked at Park Jin-young in confusion, and tried to whisper: "It should be...... Somebody's going to participate, right?"

"Right? I think so!"

As soon as he heard this, Park Jin-young clapped his hands with excitement as if he had received some encouragement.

"No matter how much you come from a prestigious school, you may aspire to the entertainment industry and want to be an artist, right?"

When the staff saw Park Jinying's excited appearance, he couldn't help but say: "That's not necessarily, how many artists can be from Seoul?"

"What do you know?"

Park Jin-young immediately glared imposingly.

The other party shrunk his neck, then blinked, and asked, "But president, why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Your president has a crush on someone, I will definitely let him be a member of our company!"

Park Jin-young rubbed his hands and looked eagerly in the direction someone had left.

"So, which Seoul University student did you fall in love with?"

"It's not. Park Jin-young shook his head, "A little higher." ”

The clerk frowned and thought, "What's a little higher? Could it be that person has already earned some degree at Seoul University?"

"Boy, can you be a little more imaginative?"

Park Jin-young reached out closely, put his arm around the other party's shoulder, and then sighed and muttered, "He is a student at Harvard University." Does Harvard University know it? It's the world's number one university in the United States. ”

"Eh——?!"

A sound of astonishment echoed over the roadside outside the airport.

"Don't scream, don't say anything. Let's go back to the company first, deal with the things that haven't been dealt with during this time, and then concentrate on thinking about how to catch that guy in our company. ”

Ignoring the expressions of his staff who wanted to speak and stopped, Park Zhenying sat in the car with a wave of his hand, and the old god closed his eyes on the ground while sitting in the seat.

The JYP employee was still holding the car door in his hand, standing outside the car and looking at Park Jin-young helplessly, and finally could only shake his head and sigh silently in his heart.

Everyone in the company knows that sometimes Park Jin-young is willful, and no one can dissuade him. For example, sending Wonder Girls, who are gaining momentum in China, to the United States is the result of Park Jin-young's own insistence, and in comparison, letting a top student from Harvard University enter JYP is nothing at all.

The boss has made a decision, what else can I do as a subordinate?

The JYP clerk shook his head, ran back to the front of the car, sat back in the driver's seat, and while starting the car, he remembered something and couldn't help asking, "In that case, are you planning to personally arrange for the debut of the Harvard student?"

"Yes, what's wrong? As the president, can't I decide this little thing?" said Park Jin-young, who was sitting in the back seat, with his eyes closed.

"It's not that it can't be ......"

The JYP employee frowned as he drove the car, muttering, "But, isn't our company just launching two boy bands, 2AM and 2PM? In a short period of time, at least four or five years, I'm afraid there will be no new boy bands." In this way, the president's idea of arranging that person's debut as soon as possible will probably have to come to naught. ”

Park Jin-young opened his eyes, glanced at the staff in the driver's seat, and said coldly, "Who told you that I plan to let him debut as a boy group?"

"What?"

Suddenly, the employee who was driving couldn't help but look sideways at Park Jin-young, who was sitting in the back seat, and his face was full of surprise: "Don't you value that person very much?

"What's wrong with that?" Park Jin-young snorted coldly.

"It's not impossible, it's just ...... It's ......"

Seeing that the clerk didn't know what to say, Park Jin-young closed his eyes again and didn't talk to the other party again.

In fact, he understands the thoughts of this employee, not only in his own company, but also in the entire Korean entertainment industry, and believes that the current group debut is the best way.

But Park Jin-young is different.

He himself is not only an out-and-out idealist, but even has a bit of Western heroism in his head. He founded JYP on his own, so he thought that even one person could support a company.

I have to say that Park Jin-young's idea is not unrealistic.

In about a year, his prediction would come true in the case of a little girl who is still unknown.

Of course, at present, no one in the entire Korean entertainment industry, whether it is Park Jin-young himself or anyone else, knows that such a bright new star will rise in the future.

……

The encounter with Park Jin-young, in Han Yu's mind, was just defined as a rather funny little farce.

He quickly put the matter behind him and began to focus on his own affairs.

After getting into a taxi, he didn't actually leave Incheon Airport at all, but found a random stop on the side of the road, and then secretly turned back and went to an external exit of Incheon Airport. If Park Jin-young knew that Han Woo did this in order to avoid him, he might feel a little sad in his heart.

"Please give me a ticket to go to the state. ”

"A total of 26,000 yuan. ”

"Give. ”

There is a direct bus from Incheon Airport to Jeonju, and Han Woo found the one with the closest departure time and got on the bus in an orderly manner with other passengers.

About four hours later, he took the airport bus to the final stop, the Jeonju Core Hotel.

As soon as I got out of the car, I turned my head to look around, and a sense of strangeness came to my face.

Over the years, the city seems to have changed a lot, and it doesn't seem to have changed much.

In fact, he was not so impressed by this place, what made him feel familiar and familiar was not this place, but the people of this place.

With his luggage, Han Yu followed the impression in his mind and rode to a street in Wanshan District.

After getting off the bus from here, he looked up around again, and finally found some familiarity in his memory.

He didn't look too much at it, and walked in one direction with a clear goal.

When he stopped, not far in front of him, an optical shop appeared.

He had taken a ten-hour flight from San Francisco to South Korea last night, and another four hours by bus, all the way to this place, and it was already sunset.

The afterglow of dusk gilded the façade of the optical store with a fiery red color, and in his eyes, it seemed like a faintly burning flame.

At this time, a middle-aged man in the store walked out, as if he was about to close the door of the store and go home, just picked up the iron hook of the sliding door, and the corner of his eye suddenly saw the tall figure standing silently not far away, and couldn't help but stop the movement in his hand.

"Are you here to get glasses?"

The middle-aged man saw that the other party was staring directly at him, so he couldn't help but ask, and then looked back at the various items that had been packed up in the store, and said with an embarrassed face: "It's already closing time, otherwise you ...... tomorrow."

In the middle of speaking, the middle-aged man stopped inexplicably.

His gaze touched those dark eyes, and even his own mouth hesitated for some reason.

In the end, he simply shook his head and laughed, beckoning, "Forget it." Come in, you look like you've just come back from there, come in. ”

Han Yu stared at him silently for a few seconds, then approached and said without warning:

"Cook me something to eat. ”

The middle-aged man was stunned and looked at him suspiciously.

"It's my birthday, and I think I haven't had kombu soup in years, so ......"

At the end of the sentence, the title froze in his mouth. But in the end, a faint smile appeared on his face for no reason.

Then, under the gaze of the middle-aged man's slowly widening eyes, he said softly:

"At least make me a bowl of kombu soup today, father. ”