Winters in Seoul are always long, and the winds in March are still cold.

But after the beginning of the year, the music industry has started the first wave of heat after freezing, and the captain of the hottest newcomer group at the moment began to have scandals, which surprised everyone, whether it was the media that has always been optimistic about him, or the fans who have always supported him.

Even some radical fans have angrily denounced his behavior and began to turn into his black fans.

As the dialect says, many fans like to impose their will on their idols, and when you like others, you betray them.

This may seem illogical, but it is regarded by them as a holy decree.

In just one week, a week after the back photo of the first chapter, FNC's silence made the media scratch their heads, but it also made more and more fans start to doubt and be more convinced of the report.

"Dialect oppa it hurt me and I don't love anymore. ”

"I must find the Bichi who seduced OPPA, and I will definitely not let her go. ”

"Let's flesh her, someone has reported that this is also an artist, we should be able to find her out and get her out of our sight......"

"Yes, the most important thing we have to do now is to get her out of the dialect OPPA, he is ours. ”

More and more comments began to spread on the group's forums, and in just two days, many fans agreed, and these comments continued to spread as the silence of the FNC continued, and small groups continued to be formed.

In an apartment in Seoul's JN district, a slightly scruffy middle-aged man let out an eerie laugh as he watched the online reports.

As his fingers tapped on the keyboard, his mouth let out the most vicious curses.

“…… No one will not pay the price after offending me, I will let you die, I will let you never have a place in Seoul, this is just the beginning, yes, this is just the beginning, there will be bigger revelations later, quack quack......"

The middle-aged man laughed and twitched a few times with excitement like an addict, and after typing a comment on the forum, he stood up and rummaged through the messy room.

Until I rummaged for a while, and cursed unwillingly.

"Damn, why is it gone so quickly, isn't it still possible to smoke for two days......? Where the hell did I put it......"

The middle-aged man eventually found a cigarette-wrapped thing in a pile of old clothes, and then lit it and smoked it.

After more than an hour, the satisfied middle-aged man brushed his hair and stood up.

After tidying up a bit, he picked up an envelope that had been dropped on the bedside table, changed into a dirty suit, and staggered out of the apartment rental house.

"Master, Sanchengdong. The middle-aged man guarded the envelope in his pocket like a treasure and stopped a taxi.

The driver glanced warily, and when he saw the well-known logo on his sleeve, he stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

In an old neighborhood in Sanseong-2-dong, a young man with his sleeves tucked up peeked out of a small newspaper office.

A cold wind blew, which immediately made him shiver, and he quickly put his collar up.

"It's damn weather, it's going to freeze to death. ”

Today's winter seems to be a bit cold, it's been more than a month after the year, and the weather doesn't seem to be getting warmer.

He stomped his feet, and after waiting for more than ten minutes, he watched impatiently as a taxi slowly drove by.

"Reporter Wen, long time no see. ”

As soon as the car stopped, the middle-aged man in the back seat of the car moved and walked out, and shrunk into a ball in the cold wind.

The young man glanced at the reporter with disgust.

Only then did he ask, "Did you bring something?"

The middle-aged man tried to pretend to be his original style, but the bad weather immediately destroyed his image that had not lasted for two seconds.

In fact, his current appearance has long since lost his image.

Oily hair, dirty clothes, if it weren't for the fact that this material is still a bit high-end, it would have been considered a beggar a long time ago.

He sniffed twitchingly and said, "Naturally, I brought the things, but what about the money?"

The reporter took out an envelope directly from his pocket and threw it over, saying impatiently: "Hurry up." ”

The middle-aged man also excitedly took out the envelope in his pocket and threw it over, but when he opened the envelope of the other party, he called out directly, and said: "Hey, this number is not right, didn't it turn out that one million was negotiated? Why is it 500,000 now, reporter, what do you mean by this." ”

"What do you mean?" The reporter took out the photo in the envelope and looked at it, pouted and sneered: "Hmph, it's not interesting, the current market is at this price." ”

After saying that, he turned his head and left.

The middle-aged man rushed over and stopped: "No, you can't go, if you press this price, then I won't trade." ”

"Don't trade, hmph, do you love it or not. The reporter shook off his hand, patted him on the chest, and sneered: "Cui Sanquan, let me tell you, you still think you are the director of YG's Choi, you are now a beggar and begging for food, let me tell you, if we didn't have some love in the past, who would have bought you this bad information."

Don't tell me you got this thing, maybe I'll be in the news all over the streets before it even hits.

Exclusive, come back to me when it's exclusive in the future. ”

The young man gave the middle-aged man a hard push, spat at him with contempt, and then coldly retracted back into his alley.

"You ......" The middle-aged man, that is, Director Cui, was pushed by the young man and staggered, staring at the distant back fiercely with resentful eyes, although he wanted to rush forward with courage.

But before the courage that had just been summoned was mentioned in his chest, he was completely collapsed by the tingling and uncomfortable itching that came up all over his body. Tremblingly, he grabbed the envelope in his hand, wailed like a bereaved dog with red eyes, and staggered away at the entrance of the alley in front of him.

……

And at the same time that Director Cui disappeared at the entrance of the alley, on a forest ** opposite him, a white modern business vehicle was quietly parked there, as if it had been parked there for a long time.

It wasn't until the figure of Director Cui disappeared that a car window slowly rolled down.

also revealed a handsome face wearing sunglasses, it was Park Youtian, a member of the popular group TVXQ.

"One day, isn't it too troublesome for you to do this, if you want me to say, why do you have to borrow someone else's hand, and send it directly to the major newspapers anonymously?" Sitting in the driver's seat in front of him was a middle-aged man with a middle comb, and he was a little similar to him.

"It's not trouble, uncle, it's prudence. Park Youtian slowly rolled down the window, leaned lazily on the seat and sneered: "It's naturally nice to send it to the newspaper, but don't you think it's more interesting to send it to this down-and-out guy?"

An enemy, an enemy who wants to be put to death.

You see, now, although this guy is like a lost dog, he still has the means, if we follow our approach, at most he will get some scandals, but now, the dialect will not die and will shed its skin, this is the old fox's means. ”

The middle-aged man glanced in the rearview mirror in surprise and said: "But doing so will damage the interests of your company, if it is really serious, then the girl's generation is estimated to be in a slump, but I heard that your company is making a new move against them recently, you are not afraid ......"

Park Youtian snorted coldly and sneered: "Hmph...... What are you afraid of, what does this have to do with me? It is best to suffer some losses, so that those old ghosts can know who is the most important and indispensable for the company. ”

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