A banquet is like a chaotic performance, with a beginning and an end. During the performance, everyone will naturally tell who is the brightest star of the evening, but in the eyes of this star, there will also be an opponent who wants to compete with him, but this opponent still seems to have no interest in the performance, just standing to the side, as if this is a stage that is not worthy of him. Lin Weiran and Han Weiyi left early, similar to this kind of banquet if there is no special purpose, you only need to show up, let the host's family see it when you come, and greet this face when you leave, no one cares about the excess.

Lin Weiran sent Han Weiyi home gentlemanly.1 It was still early to return to the dormitory.1 According to the usual practice, he either held a book to continue to study those obscure things at this time, or he would take the trouble to work out the details on some documents, but today he opened a can of beer.1 Standing in front of a window of this high-rise apartment with a night view of Seoul in the distance.1 Instead, he lowered his gaze and looked down at the community square downstairs where no one had ever gone for a walk.

One of the street lamps in the corner of the square was broken, and it was particularly dim when illuminated by the soft light from the other street lamps. Lin Weiran looked at it with a serious expression for a while, she didn't have the heart to drink at all, and instead looked up at the sky, looking cautious.

In the face of anything, no one is 100% sure that they can win, and after doing their best, they have to depend on the destiny of heaven.

When I was a child, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and the nightlife in Seoul had just ended, and the young people were dressed in fresh clothes, and after the carnival, they scattered the birds and beasts, and many would wander around the road.

A man in a suit waits anxiously at an overpass near a ceub in Cheongdam-dong, looking at the entrance of the overpass from time to time, and his pretended calm face could not hide his anxiety.

An hour had passed since the appointed time, and Liu Changxi did not answer his call.

Looking closely through the light from the street lamp, the ordinary man in the distance was extremely embarrassed at this time, the suit was wrinkled and wrinkled, not ironed, not to mention, and he could smell a peculiar smell when he got closer. The hairstyle is quite neat, but it also has a pair of eyes slightly sunken through the tubing, and there are faint dark circles around it.

People who can't sleep will inevitably be depressed, and people who have done something bad can't sleep either.

A group of people walked past him, one of the girls was unsteady on her feet, and one stumbled and fell beside the man, and when the girl stabilized her figure, she wrinkled her nose because of the smell, glanced at the man, and turned her head to say something to the male companion next to her.

"Beggar, the insulting noun came over.

The man's face turned red, and even though he had seen this word many times from the eyes of others, he was still very unaccustomed to hearing someone say it.

The drunk group of people is three men and three women, and at first glance they are not as old as this embarrassed man, but if he really uses his age to talk about things or scold, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not be full of old punches.

He doesn't have much experience in fighting, and after becoming an agent, he has only beaten women.

Blame that short-lived bitch!

He had a heartbreak in his heart.

The group gradually reached the other end of the overpass, and the sound came from a smaller and quieter voice. The man never looked back, just looked at the entrance on this side of the overpass, and became more and more impatient.

Eventually, he turned around quickly with a look of resentment, and the idea of giving the person he had made a good appointment had just appeared in his mind.

"Plop, a soft sound, is the sound of metal piercing into the human body.

First there was a burst of heat, then a burst of cold, and finally a pain that made him unable to even scream. The man lay on the shoulder of the uncle who didn't know when he came over, his eyes widened, and he only hoped to meet the group of people who had just passed by again.

"Boom...... Boom......"

He wanted to beg for mercy but couldn't speak, just opened his mouth and turned his head with all his strength to look at the man who had given him a knife.

"Don't worry, you'll die ten centimeters further to the left." The man seemed to realize that he could still breathe at this time, and gasping for air would cause indescribable pain regardless of any movement in his abdomen.

The strange uncle helped him to sit down, let him lean against the guardrail of the overpass, and squatted like that to watch him.

The man covered the wound in his abdomen with one hand, and looked at the man in front of him with a pleading face.

"This is to make you remember my next words." The strange uncle let go of his hand and let the man hold the knife by himself and did not rush to take off his gloves, but took out a paper bag from his arms.

"Two thousand, here are four thousand."

The man didn't dare to pick it up, and the strange uncle directly put the paper bag on the man's lap.

"I only have a few words, just leave, if you don't have a mobile phone to call an ambulance, I'll call it for you." The man nodded repeatedly, saying that he had a mobile phone.

"This one is Liu Changxi's, you can't talk about him outside."

The man could not speak, only nodded.

The strange uncle reminded: "Don't move, or you will die." Actually, it's more certain that you're dead, but I have something for you to do.

The man was very obedient and motionless.

"Go to the police station and turn yourself in, the commotion is a little bigger, you can't be an agent anymore, it's better to go in for two years, as long as you do what I tell you to do, I will give another copy when I come out."

The man blinked.

The strange uncle took out another photo and continued: "Tell the police that you know some of the people on the list, and then say that a few people came out for the dead, mainly because there was a young man surnamed Jin, but you didn't know his name at the time, because you didn't build a bridge." ”

Seeing that photo, the man's pupils shrank.

"If the police bring out a newspaper and give it to you, you don't have to say yes, just say like, there are so many people anyway, you just need to say that you don't remember very well." The man's gaze looked beyond the photo to the strange uncle.

"If the matter is done, you will have 200 million when you come out, and if the matter is messed up, you will have nothing when you come out."

The strange uncle pointed his finger at the knife that was still stuck in the man's stomach and added, "My life is gone." The strange uncle stood up, and all the things that should be explained were finished, and before leaving, he said in a lazy voice: "If you are curious about the person behind me, the father of the person in the photo is a good choice." The blood flowed down the wound to his hands, and after a while it dried up and became astringent, the man dialed his mobile phone to call an ambulance, and then leaned against the guardrail of the overpass and gasped for breath. The strange uncle's departure did not really let him out of his fear, his eyes kept looking in the direction of the other party's departure, and his lips trembled. Soon, the sound of the ambulance horn came, the man let go of this breath, his consciousness was a little trance, and he suddenly remembered the paper bag on his lap, he stretched out a hand to take it, but it was some distance away. The wound was torn and painful, but when the voice came, he still stiffened his waist, took the paper bag in his hand, hugged it to his chest, and then leaned back on the guardrail, truly relaxing.

When the ambulance crew came up on a stretcher, they saw a man who was almost unconscious, holding a yellow paper bag with blood-colored handprints in both hands.

"Some people say that I use the topic to play, using the deceased as a bargaining chip, and love as a gimmick, which is simply grandstanding. In fact, since the development of things, the focus of everyone's attention has not been on me. When a man dies, he leaves a suicide note, using his death to accuse those who have hurt him, exposing an issue that everyone has avoided talking about for a long time. The development of Hallyu is very important,

But what can Hallyu bring besides benefits and international popularity? Will the popularity of Hallyu one day be a key factor in other countries' rejection of us? Zhang Ziyan is not the first, and according to the current situation, she will not be the last. Some media speculated that she left a list, the police station was silent, and the only contradiction was that everyone wanted to see the wicked punished, but the police department refused to make the suicide note public on the grounds of personal **. Now there is only one question for everyone, whether that designation list exists, whether it exists, or not, and is it difficult for the Republic of Korea's authority to maintain public order to come forward and tell the truth? The above paragraph is excerpted from an interview with Kim Do-ha by the JoongAng Ilbo, and published on the headlines of the social section, and the matter is getting bigger and bigger.

The Internet is a magical place, and Kim Doha's star effect as a public figure is vividly reflected here, and the establishment of Kim Doha's support association has enabled some young people to find organizations, and his words, his actions, began to walk on the Internet through these people.

It is no exaggeration to say that this interview published on the social page of the Central Daily has had a geometric impact through the Internet.

In the interview, Kim Do-ha did not shy away from his identity as a rich second generation, and at the same time confessed that he was a person who only enjoyed life before. But enjoying life doesn't mean hurting others, and the media, which doesn't get Kim Do-ha's interview privileges, is forced to walk the streets among his classmates, family, and even school juniors, and ends up getting a lot of jealous and positive comments.

In fact, in the hearts of most people, a background like Kim Do-ha, if you don't bully people, you are already helping others.

The unanimous praise of the media and many reports have established an excellent positive image of Kim Do-ha, in addition to celebrities, who can leave a name in the hearts of most people, it is estimated that they are people who are engaged in politics, and the addition of the elite team exposes Kim Han-kyu's expectations for his son, and Kim Do-ha's own excellent ability has also made many people look at him with admiration.

After all, CECI's interview was completely Jin Daohe's own idea.

On the morning of the second day after the interview was published, Choi Wen-soon, a member of parliament who implemented the Zhang Ziyan bill, received Kim Do-ha in his office, which was not exposed to the media, but gave Kim Do-ha the right to sit at the table.

Things went in the direction that Kim Han-kyu hoped until 4 p.m. on July 10, when a police car stopped in front of CECI, and about half an hour later, Kim Do-ha's lawyer and the leader of the public relations team also walked into the magazine. At 10 a.m. the next day, Kim Do-ha rushed to the Seoul National Police Department in a low-key manner, and after a two-hour investigation, he saw almost all the media in Seoul.

The star is like a peacock, it looks beautiful, but in fact it is incredibly fragile.