"Min Hao's rap is so handsome!

"How can there be? Zhou Xian's electric eyes are the cutest!"

In the subway car, two little girls wearing beautiful makeup and colorful clothes sat together with their arms crossed, talking and laughing as if no one was around. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

His eyes rolled, and he didn't even bother to look over, Kim Min-seok tightened his hand holding the handle, and his mouth, which was hidden behind the mask, cracked widely, and he yawned long.

As soon as you listen to it, you will know that it is a completely inexperienced ****, and she happily reports the psychology of luck to sign up for the competition, but in fact, when you go to the scene, you will only scream at the handsome idols, but you don't have the ability to really appreciate hip-hop rap at all.

The show "Give Me Money", as a variety show that M restarted after decades, has been revitalized since the first season of the year before last.

With the all-Korean wave of the draft, this show has indeed screened out some powerful and potential cutting-edge rappers, which can be regarded as a continuation of the life of South Korea's half-dead hip-hop music.

With word-of-mouth, since the third season of last year, this show has really become a hit, whether it is topic or attention, it can be regarded as the crown work of cable TV stations.

And in the fourth quarter of this year, M TV station is also obviously more ambitious, and it is full of energy to do a big job.

Just as he was thinking about it, the phone in his pocket began to vibrate. Most of the time, Kim Min-seok likes to put his phone on silent mode, not only because he is afraid of disturbing others, but also because the music of the phone's ringtone may disturb his own creative inspiration.

Looking at the caller reminding Kim Jiu-ra's name, Kim Min-seok smiled and answered the phone: "Uncle Jiu-ra." ”

"Minshuk," it seemed that he was still in the recording place, and Jin Jiula's voice was very noisy, making his own voice vague, but that sincere concern still couldn't be hidden: "How is it?"

"Uh," habitually touching his nose, Kim Min-seok didn't know how to say to Kim Jiu-ra, "I passed." ”

"It's okay, you're just an ordinary person after all, it's normal to be brushed off, and you can think of a way to deal with the money - what?

It seems that Kim Min-seok took a pause to make the uncle misunderstand something, and comforted him with a slight loss in tone, and it took a long time to react and let out a scream of surprise!

"Oh, passed. I felt that the uncle's reaction was too exaggerated, but my heart was still warm, and through the mask, Kim Min-suk's voice was a little buzzing, but he could still hear it clearly: "It's just a preliminary round, and it's not very difficult." ”

The two girls who were chatting seemed to hear Kim Min-suk's words, and they all stopped and turned to look at the masked man who had been covering his face.

"Ahsa!" shouted excitedly, Jin Jiula immediately collected his emotions: "Okay, it's okay! Uncle will know you're fine!hahahaha!" The hearty laughter can be heard from a long distance through the speaker, it's magical.

"Don't worry, uncle, I won't let you down. Grateful to Kim Jiu-ra for her unhesitating guarantee that day, and for taking him in when she had nowhere to run, Kim Min-seok promised in a firm tone.

"Hmm," stunned for a moment, Jin Jiula nodded with satisfaction: "I know." ”

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This is a convenience store located in Sinsa-dong, not very far from the house of Kimjura. Kim Min-suk, of course, we all know that he is not the dead Kim Min-suk, but Song Hyuk - walked down the street after leaving the subway station, saw the job poster posted on the door, and his heart moved, so he came in and tried it.

The shopkeeper's eyes narrowed slightly, and he checked the ID card handed by Song He through his reading glasses.

Some sharp eyes kept looking at Kim Min-suk's face: "You are only 22 years old? This photo doesn't look like me? Is it plastic surgery?"

Song He's heart tightened, he couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his cheeks, and hurriedly smiled a little stiffly: "No, the store manager, it's just that I've lost weight." ”

"Lose weight? You're losing too much, aren't you?" Looking at Kim Min-suk's fat figure of more than 200 pounds on his ID card, compared to the sturdy and handsome young man standing in front of him, the store manager sighed, his attitude became more cordial, and his originally critical eyes also showed more appreciation: "Good boy, perseverance, a man!"

Hehe, are there still men in South Korea? Aren't they all sissies?

Song He had a sincere smile on his face, but he was silently complaining in his heart.

"Okay, then I'll hire you. If you work a long night shift, the working hours are from 7 pm to 7 am, and the monthly salary is 800,000 yuan, 10,000 yuan will be deducted for being late, and 50,000 yuan will be deducted for leave, and there is no upper limit. Maybe the store manager himself knows how harsh such salary conditions are, so he patted Song He on the shoulder comfortingly: "Don't worry, the cashier's work is not very busy, at most you need to tidy up the warehouse." ”

"I understand, the store manager. "Being able to find a job and not having to continue to eat white rice at Uncle Jin Jiula's house, Song He is already very satisfied. He looked at the smile on the store manager's face and tentatively stretched out his hand: "That, store manager nim, can you advance some salary first?"

The store manager looked at Song He's old clothes, which were obviously patched together, took out his wallet with a sigh, and counted out four 100,000 yuan bills, hesitated, and pulled out another one.

"You," pointed to Song He's messy hair under his baseball cap, and the store manager said with disgust, "Hurry up and take care of yourself, don't affect the customer's distrust of our service." ”

“…… Okay, I got it. Looking at the store manager's reflection to the dazzling Mediterranean Sea, Song He silently "hehe" in his heart.

"What are you doing in a daze?" the store manager raised his hand and looked at his watch: "It's 7:40! Go and change into work clothes and get ready to take over!"

"Okay manager!" Song Hyuk nodded in response and strode into the locker room.

Taking off his coat and changing into uniform overalls, he walked neatly into the cash register, his teeth slightly bared and put on a standard smile.

"Welcome. ”

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Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was already half past ten in the middle of the night. Song He, who had been busy for three hours, stood sleepily, leaning forward against the sales counter, squinting slightly and dozing off.

As soon as the doorbell rang, Song He subconsciously shouted, "Welcome." Then he opened his eyes in hindsight.

A girl with a hood walked in.