In July, Jeonju was in full swing, and the greenery of the stadium was even more moistened by the scorching sun. Qi Zimo, who put his mobile phone in his pocket casually, stepped into the sunlight from the shadows under the stands, and the golden light was attracted from all directions for a while, densely enclosing an unreal circle of light, wrapping him tightly.

"Boss, you're a lot more alive. Nan Tianyi, who sees everything seriously, can feel the change in the boss's state of mind, this man with simple habits and living in principle is calmly accepting his changes.

"Heh~" The "depression" on Qi Zimo's left cheek, who heard the sound, happily hid, he raised his head and continued to savor the scorching enthusiasm. His lips opened slightly, he spit out a few words, and his voice still maintained the inertia of the previous phone call, low and warm.

"The sun is good. ”

Today is the fourth day of Qi Zimo's arrival in Jeonju, and he is considered by the outside world to be making big moves, and he leisurely and casually paced on the green turf of the Jeonju General Stadium, showing a surprising painting style.

Jeonbuk Hyundai's handover was as smooth as expected, and without Qi Zimo coming forward, Nam Tianyi completed all the necessary procedures in just one day. Since then, the first payment delivered by Hyundai Motor has all been paid, and as for the subsequent cash-out speed, it depends on Zheng Yunhan's confidence that Qi Zimo holds Hyundai's original shares.

Of course, the final payment amount is still carried out according to the original contract. As for the $10 billion in cash, everyone knows it, and it is more of a sign that Qi Zimo shows his initiative.

From the next day, Qi Zimo and Nam Tian Yi and the others wandered around the most traditional ancient city in Korea like tourists. In three days, from Gyeonggi Hall to Omidae, and then from Fengnammen Gate to Jeonju Guest House, Nam Tianil, a native of Seoul, really accepted a traditional washing as a companion, but it was the main Qi Zimo who lacked the impression. Because the original intention of walking around was not for those humanities and nature, but just for walking.

He needed an environment to move around and think, to think and plan for the big things that were important to him, about the big things about the fish and the bear's paws.

Qi Zimo always thought that his emotional problem would be a judgment question, and when the opportunity came to the person who could tick the hook, his emotions would have a stable destination, and simply respecting each other was all he imagined. But he only guessed the beginning, and the true/false question did appear at the right time, but just as he was answering the information, the question became a multiple-choice question because of the dramatic killing of another answer.

He followed his rational thinking, decisively analyzed and chose a suitable new answer, a new answer that became more and more correct the more he looked. However, the old answers have not disappeared, and over time they have shed their misleading shells and waited for a new choice.

Qi Zimo is not a saint, but there are few things that are worthy of him breaking his principles. The multiple-choice question prescribed by values is not an iron gate that binds him and makes him entangled, when he has the self-confidence and confidence to appease the person he cares about and solve the scruples, the single choice is like multiple choice.

But this is obviously not an easy task, and the special status of the parties adds a lot of difficulty. However, in Qi Zimo's view, this difficulty is only one additional link in the number of considerations. In the past three days, he has no distractions, systematically and comprehensively analyzing various feasible methods to reach the other side. Overturned again and again, detail by detail, precautions recorded little by little, the chaotic model lines in the brain began to become clear, and a complete bridge of realization began to take shape.

The most difficult ones must be considered first and foreshadowed in advance. Their identities are destined to be inseparable from the affirmation of the world, which is the most acute contradiction. Qi Zimo's ability to ignore public opinion goes without saying, but the responsibility of his family prohibits his ability to do whatever he wants. Let them be affirmed by the world, at least not spurned by the world, which is his unshirkable responsibility.

Thankfully, secular standards are made by emotional people, and their floatability allows for maneuverability for things that contradict them, and even becomes a common consciousness under the surface. For example, similar things are not without precedent, they exist in all countries of the world, and most of them are rightfully criticized, and very few are understood and praised. If you list and analyze the very few parts, you will find that those men have obvious things in common, and Qi Zimo just happens to have the ability to have that commonality.

With great ability comes great responsibility, which is the return that "superman" deserves to society.

The greater the contribution, the greater the tolerance, which is a gift that society can have for "good people".

Qi Zimo lived freely enough before, and he never used words such as "superman", "great man", "good man", and "world first" to ask for himself.

Now, he has the motivation he deserves.

"Bang dang~" A sharp screeching sound interrupted his long-quiet thoughts, and looked at the source of the sound, a boy wearing a sweatshirt and hiding his head deep in a hat was silently kicking the iron bucket that had fallen to the ground, and there was a cleaning aunt on the side who kept breaking his thoughts, and the accent was very strong, but he could feel that he was indignantly accused.

The boy straightened the bucket, his lower lip moving slightly, but he didn't hear anything. Then he put aside the soccer ball clipped to his waist, picked up the tools and cleaned up the large pool of stagnant water on the ground, while enduring the cleaning aunt's gradual loud reproach. His remedies did not end well, and he got worse and worse with no cleaning experience. The impatient cleaning aunt pushed him away fiercely, yelled at him twice, and ran out two ugly words from time to time.

The boy's expression did not change significantly, his waist bent a little more, he bowed slowly three times and stood in place in a daze, waiting for the cleaning aunt to finish dealing with it, during which he endured abuse and pushing, and did not say a word.

During the whole process, Qi Zimo was watching from afar. It wasn't the first time he had seen that boy, and on his first day in Jeonju, he had seen him running around the field alone with a soccer ball in his arms all afternoon, and then leaving in the evening. The same goes for the second day and the third day. Today is no exception, the same Baotou sweatshirt is also worn, and a pair of old sneakers with a lot of wear on the tips of the shoes are on his feet, and he walked over quietly.

The two passed by, and Qi Zimo saw the calmness in his eyes, not the steady waves, but the silence of the stagger water. The focus of his gaze has always been on the soles of his feet, and he is not curious about anything around him. Equally conspicuous were his scummy beard and the hair that grew unkempt around his ears.

With just a quick glance, Qi Zimo overturned his previous judgment, although this person had a baby face, he was definitely not a teenager, and his thin figure and childish clothes misled him.

Without any warm-up, as soon as the football landed, there was a long-distance run, and the swaying body and thin calves seemed to have the possibility of falling at any time. The 20-meter run, a feeble shot, and a goal rolled in the frame took all his strength, and he slowed down for a minute with his hands on his knees before getting back up to pick up the ball.

Qi Zimo failed to find any bright spots worth admiring, but perhaps the middle-aged man standing in the stands opposite at this time knew. The middle-aged man and the baby-faced man are a bunch of strange combinations, one kicks and one looks, and every time this baby-faced enters the arena, the middle-aged man will also appear in the stands, hugging his shoulders and watching quietly for a while, and then leaving silently.

"Boss!" Nantian brought two people to Qi Zimo, they had met before, and the one surnamed Che was the representative of Jeonbuk Hyundai now.

"President, President!" the two greeted respectfully.

"How's the matter?" Qi Zimo was not interested in the football club, and when he asked for it when he was looking for modern negotiations, he would make an add-on, mainly because of an accidental proposal by Young Master Wang. However, he is a little interested in football schools, professional athletes must have been cultivated since childhood, but the football atmosphere in Asia is too weak, and this is especially true in China.

"President Hui, it's going very well. The state government has been very active in cooperating, using various resources to find the two middle schools that have been relocated. The two schools are adjacent to each other, and it is expected that three more football fields can be planned after the opening. But ......"

"Bang Bang!" the sound of a soccer ball smashing into the door frame.

Representative Che glanced at it and frowned dissatisfiedly. After a moment, he smiled again: "But ......"

"Bangbang!"

"Who's that man, get him out!" the car representative shouted to the secretary-like man behind him.

The secretary was embarrassed and whispered: "That's the child of the old Jin family, and he often ......"

"The old Jin family is also ......"

Qi Zimo frowned and interrupted, and asked him to hurry up and say, there is no need to engage in such a big battle for a matter of one or two sentences.

"But the state government wants you to be present at the school ribbon-cutting ceremony in person. ”

People are so helpful, this bit of face has to be given, Qi Zimo nodded to Nantian. Nantian sent the two of them away with a comprehension, and went to determine the relevant schedule.

After cooperating for a long time, the tacit understanding has also risen, and this assistant Qi Zimo is still quite satisfied. However, Hyundai Department Store, Jeonbuk Hyundai, and a football school are probably enough for this commercial rookie.

"Find me a new assistant in the last two days!" Nan Tianyi, who had just returned, suddenly shrank in heart, a thin layer of sweat overflowed from his scalp, and various thoughts that he had hesitated in the recent days quickly flashed in his mind. After flipping through it again, he realized that he was not hesitant but afraid to face the fact that he owed his boss kindness.

"Boss, no need! Just transfer two excellent managers from the company to take over Hyundai Department Store and Jeonbuk Hyundai. "Man stands straight, ready to bear the wrath.

"No ambitions?

The mocking words, the chuckling tone, Nan Tian let out a big breath, and the boss was not disappointed in him.

"You need someone you can trust, and what you're seeing is something I can't do in my life. ”

"Got it thought through?"

"Clearly, following you is my ambition. ”

"Tomorrow morning, you will go back to Seoul to hand over by yourself. ”

Many people work for money, some work for power, and a small number of people work for self-fulfillment.