Although he only chose the nearest flight, the day Lin Weiran returned to South Korea seemed to be a special day, the heavy rain outside the window continued, and the eyes could pass through the huge transparent floor-to-ceiling windows in the airport but could not penetrate the heavy rain curtain.

With a lot of fanfare, the teachers are moving, and under the protection of the spotlight, they may be able to survive temporarily, but they can't do anything either, Lin Weiran, who is under a lot of attention, can't make any effective counterattacks, let alone any retaliation, continue to smile at the camera, and go to the university to teach what success is learned, and now Lin Weiran obviously doesn't have that patience, and the Khmer medicine feeding the dog has already made him throw his reason out of the clouds.

He was scared.

Just like those who were born with a lot and didn't dare to fight.

After getting the news, Lin Weiran was not as angry as he imagined, he just sat in place with the phone he hung up, and when he reacted, it was already dark, he stood up and returned to the house from the courtyard, no one turned on the lights in the house, so it was dim, he turned on a table lamp, sat on the sofa next to him, and seemed to have no strength.

He continued to be in a daze.

Until he remembered Gu Huan.

At this time, the sky was already bright, Lin Weiran began to be angry, partly because of Gu Huan's death, partly because of the shame caused by fear, he booked a flight back to South Korea that day, and looked up the address book on his mobile phone, but after looking at it over and over again, what was waiting for him was the gradual dissipation of anger.

Be at one's wits' end. It was not the first time Lin Weiran had faced this dilemma, when he was still worthless, when he had just become famous. Every step he took was almost a desperate situation, but compared to this time. None of these desperate situations seem to be worth mentioning, and none of these desperate situations are so powerful as to be an opponent. Lin Weiran didn't have so many things that didn't look like they had lost.

He hesitated as a matter of course, after all, not everyone can see death at any time and at any time, although the advance is enthusiastic, but the retreat seems so tempting, he doesn't have to do what others should see.

"I've arrived." At the airport, Lin Weiran, who put down his mobile phone, waited in place, he still had a face that no one could see the real and the false, but there was some solemnity between his eyebrows.

"President ......" came a soft cry behind him, as if he was a thief. Cao Chengyong, who was dressed like a sleeper, sneakily walked out of the shadows, for fear that Lin Weiran would misunderstand him as a killer and other bad characters, and took off his hat to block the rain in advance.

“…… It's me. ”

Meet Cao Chengyong. Lin Weiran was a little surprised, Lin Weiran, the guy who changed from a monitor to a Khmer medicine follower, didn't know much, but when he looked at it, he looked at it with a thief's eyebrows, and if he wanted to say that the character who was fighting back from the inside and outside must be this face, not to mention that he appeared so weird.

When Cao Chengyong got closer, Lin Weiran saw the six gods on his face, and subconsciously felt that something was wrong, and before he could speak, Cao Chengyong couldn't hold it back.

"Mr. Gao went to Busan. And then, and then there was no news. I've been contacting him for the past few days, but I can't find anyone...... President, what should we do? ”

Lin Weiran looked at Cao Chengyong. The face did not move at all, but his heart sank for a moment, and Lin Weiran did not know about the unilateral retaliation of Khmer medicine. I had the intention to persuade this murderous evil star to think about it in the long run, but he really couldn't speak. He didn't know why Khmer medicine was more impulsive than him in Gu Huan's matter, but he just sounded the tone of Khmer medicine to convey the bad news. He knew he couldn't stop it.

Lin Weiran's silence made Cao Chengyong a little anxious, he just wanted to ask again, the sound not far away made his whole body nervous, the black Mercedes stopped steadily in front of Lin Weiran, the middle-aged driver got out of the car diligently to welcome the suddenly returning president, but was surprised to see Cao Chengyong take the first step to open the car door on his behalf.

Lin Weiran smiled dumbly for a while, and asked, "Are you so worried?" ”

Cao Chengyong looked bitter: "I can't help it." ”

Lin Weiran shook his head, got into the car under Cao Chengyong's courtesy, and said a word before closing the door.

"Don't worry, it's not your turn to do this."

Cao Chengyong couldn't help but be overjoyed, realizing that Lin Weiran hadn't left and looked embarrassed, seeing that Lin Weiran closed the window as if he hadn't seen anything, he breathed a sigh of relief and didn't forget to bow a big bow until the Mercedes Benz drove out of sight.

As the sound of the car engine became farther and farther away, Cao Chengyong's clown-like appearance gradually faded, and he took out his mobile phone and walked back to the shadow when he came out while dialing.

"The man has arrived."

Mercedes-Benz drove out of the parking lot, and the driver instinctively glanced in the rearview mirror, and found that the young president, who was not amazing, did not close his eyes or start working immediately, but looked out of the car, and frowned slightly. Retracting his gaze, the driver's uncle, who was over forty years old, just wanted to drive the car more smoothly, so as not to anger the young president who was obviously not in a good mood behind, but before he got on the highway, two three-star sedans followed him, one of them accelerated to the front of the Mercedes-Benz, and the other followed closely behind the Mercedes-Benz, and the three cars moved forward smoothly like a convoy.

Realizing that there was a problem, the driver's uncle suddenly had no master, he glanced at the rearview mirror, and found that the young president behind him actually began to close his eyes and recuperate, and then looked at the front car, only to see the two emergency lights at the rear of the car began to flash and flash, the driver's uncle gritted his teeth and hit the steering wheel, but the front car seemed to be waiting for him to change lanes, still blocking in front of him, and then looking at the rearview mirror, the rear car was also ghostly, and followed closely.

"Stop."

"Huh?" The driver's uncle didn't care about the distance between the cars, and when he looked back, he saw that the young president had opened his eyes and was still smiling at him.

"It's none of your business, don't worry."

The driver's uncle turned his head, his entire back was soaked with sweat, he opened the right side of the steer tremblingly, his whole body was still tense, for fear that Lin Weiran would shout 'run' at this time, then he really didn't know what to do.

Lin Weiran didn't shout to run, he didn't plan to run again when he returned to South Korea, so when the three cars stopped on the side of the road with the emergency lights on, he still sat firmly on the car, his eyes looked at the car in front of him through the window, but the focus of his eyes stayed on the swaying wipers, he saw the three men in suits coming down from the car in front of him holding up three black umbrellas, and then heard the car window knocked, Lin Weiran pressed the window, and didn't see the pistol with a silencer sticking in along the gap, but saw a polite face.

"Hello."

Lee Jae-yong stood outside the car, holding an umbrella and smiling.

What should be faced is to face after all, even if you don't have that capital, Lin Weiran changed to the position on the left side of the back seat, next to him is Li Zaiyong, who is taking care of his suit, today's rain is too heavy, even if he has an umbrella, a lot of rain has fallen on his body. Lee Jae-yong meticulously sorted out his appearance, Lin Weiran suddenly realized his negligence, he put all his attention on Lee Kun-hee, he never made a splash, and he was entrusted with a heavy responsibility when he made headlines, and the wealthy son who inherited the family business never seemed to pay too much attention.

The bespectacled Lee Jae-yong does not have the domineering and heroic spirit of the crown prince, but looks very much like the kind of soft-minded reader, most of whom have no quarrel in the ivory tower, or walk on the fringes of society and are constantly frustrated. Lin Weiran, who is used to not judging people by their appearance, will naturally not be fooled, and Lee Jae-yong will no longer hide it.

"I've always wanted to see you, but unfortunately I don't always have a chance, I was going to get to know you when you are no longer President Lin, but I didn't expect us to suddenly stand on the opposite side." Lee Jae-yong asked with a smile: "Why do you think my sister is eyeing Shinhan?" ”

Lin Weiran frowned slightly: "It's you?" ”

Lee Jae-yong did not answer directly: "If you come from a prestigious school and are lucky, you may be a hot VC rookie in Morgan or CICC right now, you have a very unique vision and courage, and you are the kind of opponent I don't want to meet at the poker table." ”

Lin Weiran chuckled and asked, "Afraid of losing?" ”

Lee Jae-yong replied unexpectedly: "You also know that the Samsung family has a big business and can afford to lose, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to be friends." ”

"Friends?"

"Of course it's a friend, I know you better than you think. People who are jealous of you say that you are picking up people's teeth and bringing the Internet concept from the United States to South Korea to play, and you can succeed as a person, and you are just lucky. But they don't know that you've concretized the concept of Internet mass entertainment and are still building the process, virtual idols? I can't think of anyone else in the world who can create such an Internet product for Asia, so ambitious people have always said that they have the ability to go to the United States to break through, but they don't know that they can become a snake in Asia in order to become a world-class giant crocodile in the future. ”

Lee Jae-yong helped his glasses: "And the media, whether Chinese, Koreans, or Japanese are willing to admit it, we all live under the social structure of the Western model, communism and capitalism are the things of Westerners, under this structure the media is the mass regulatory agency, but in China, Japan and South Korea are controlled and suppressed by a certain amount of dù, but the natural growth of the social structure will definitely make the media raise their heads, since they are the mouthpiece of the state, but also the regulator of the country, there is a line in the big thing that says too well, Whoever owns the media holds the power. But this sentence is missing a prefix, which is the future. ”

Lin Weiran faintly sensed Lee Jae-yong's intentions, to be precise, he discovered Lee Jae-yong's ambition, he looked into Lee Jae-yong's eyes through the lens, and seemed to be able to see the raging flames in them.

Samsung Republic.

Yes and what?

Even if Lee Jae-yong said to him Lin Weiran at this time, let's be friends, Lin Weiran would not be surprised.

The car was quiet for a while, only the sound of raindrops hitting the car returned to the car, and Lee Jae-yong broke the silence again and got straight to the point.

"Lin Weiran, why did you come back?"

After being called the president, except for Gu Huan, it has been a long time since anyone has been called like this, Lin Weiran was in a trance for a while, and only gave an answer after a while.

"As it should be."

He said, "I should come back." (To be continued......)