An ordinary modern sedan drives on the mottled road, all the way through the pale yellow lights, and occasionally neon lights shine on the white wagons, glowing with colorful phantom light, constantly refracting in this polarized world, blurring the night and the heart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Smack! Smack!

"It's raining again!" The man in the driver's seat muttered under his breath.

The raindrops that drifted into the car hit the white neck, which was a little cold and itchy. Reaching for the switch, the glass of the window slowly rises, leaving the last little gap to accommodate the flow of air.

Whether life can be started again, this question may not be answered, but Han Muxuan already has the answer in his heart, although his heart is like a mirror, but sometimes he also feels confused.

It's like getting lost at night, you can't find your way home, and that familiar path suddenly disappears, and you feel panicked. It's also like those familiar friends are gone, you don't know if they will show up in the end, you don't know if they are lost, or if you are lost.

Park In-jeong was lucky that when she was at a crossroads in her life and didn't know which direction to walk, she still showed up to help her guide her.

So what if it's yourself? Who will appear when you are at the crossroads?

Maybe in a dream......

Han Muxuan chuckled lightly, laughed at himself, and then turned on the car CD, and drove attentively with the sound of soothing music.

After settling the dinner in the wind and rain, he went straight home.

Yet there was no dream all night......

After waking up, Han Muxuan cleaned up his personal hygiene and drove to school. He turned 18 years old this year, but it was wise to apply for a driver's license as soon as possible, and he would get his driver's license in March, which was relatively much more convenient.

Driving along the south bank of the Han River, you soon arrived at the gate of a college in Gwanak District. Looking at the huge four Korean characters of Seoul National University at the door, Han Muxuan, who had parked the car, walked in, after all, it had been almost a year since he entered the school, and he didn't feel anything. It is said that Han Muxuan, who came to Seoul for the first time last year, was also indifferent at that time.

Seoul National University, formerly known as Seoul National University, is the highest university in South Korea. In 2006, the 60th anniversary of the founding of the university, the "Highest University of Korean Nations" has established the "Mind Korea 21 Project" to develop into a research-centered university with the goal of focusing on the cultivation of high-quality human resources, and to recruit high-quality students with potential.

Han Muxuan, who is not the so-called high-quality and high-potential elite, grasped this shareholder wind and used some means to reluctantly get in through the Joint Admissions Committee of Korean Universities (Shanghai Market).

Seoul National University has two campuses, Gwanak and Yeongeon, the main campus of Gwanak is located on the south bank of the Han River, in the southern suburbs of Gwanaksan Forest Park, 16 kilometers away from the city center, away from the noise and noise of the city crowd, so that Seoul National University Gwanak Campus has a good learning atmosphere. There are 11 faculties on the Guanyue campus, and the Faculty of Business Administration, where Han Muxuan, who majored in business administration, is located on the main campus.

Han Muxuan, who was holding a book and wearing a white shirt and slacks, walked slowly between the roads of the campus. Through the well-greened trees on both sides, the dappled morning sun light is reflected on the backs of students who are hurrying to class on the road. Han Muxuan, who had enough time to go to class, squinted his eyes, and moved slowly without being affected.

In the huge lecture hall, a two-hour open class on economics finally ended, and as the old professor on the podium sorted out the teaching materials, the students who had been sitting upright scattered like birds and beasts, crowding towards the door.

Life does not have so much passion, and learning is becoming more and more boring, Han Muxuan, who is not talented and cannot be forgotten, can only calm down and bite the pen in order to live a happy life in the future. Compared with other young students who are simple-minded and have no experience, Han Muxuan, who can combine his own experience and some memories in his mind, is not boring, and every class makes him gain something.

With the gradual progress of the Korean language, Han Muxuan's course has also slowly transitioned from the initial all-English course to the current full-course Korean teaching course.

Closing his notebook and rubbing his face, he looked up at the empty classroom that had not been long in coming, and he got up and walked to the lectern in front of the classroom.

"Hello! Professor. Han Muxuan bowed and saluted.

"Oh, it's Mu Xuan, what? Have any questions about today's lesson? ”

"Ah, no, there's something else I want to ask you, teacher."

"Oh? What do you want to ask? The old professor, who had gray hair and was wearing reading glasses, lowered his head to sort out the textbooks, stopped what he was doing, and raised his head to Han Muxuan. For this student who is attentive in class, active and mature in thinking, the old professor still pays attention to and attaches great importance to it.

"In view of the current increase in exchanges between China and South Korea, frequent economic and trade relations, the Chinese market is thriving, and the demand for Korean imported goods is also very huge, students want to open a trading company to sell some clothing and cosmetics to China, and the students' parents and families also support the students' ideas."

"Well, great idea, and very doable! If it's your parents on the Chinese side, it's really not a big problem," the old professor nodded in affirmation.

"However, teacher, you know that I am Chinese, I have no Korean nationality at present, and I have not been in Korea for a long time, so I don't know anything about how to start a company in Korea, so I can only take the liberty to come to consult you."

Touching the embarrassed mustache on his chin, the old professor thought for a while and then said to Han Muxuan: "Although it's not too troublesome, it's not that simple, so let's do it, you sort out some information first, and hand it over to me next time you come to the school, and I'll help you arrange registration." ”

"Kangsang Hamida!" Han Muxuan bowed in thanks.

Time flies in the busy, back and forth for more than a month, with the help of the old professor finally registered the company, the company is registered as Han Jun Trading Co., Ltd. (South Korea), afterwards Han Muxuan brought a few high-end Korean food gift boxes and top tonic to thank the old professor, but the old professor directly refused to drive out.

It was another Zhou Mu, pushing open the old door, a rotten breath came to his nose, looking at the empty floor, Han Muxuan took a long breath, and there was a lot of waste to be revived. The company's address is in Jiangnan District, where every inch of land is valuable, not far from the residential area, an office building on Yisan Road, and he gritted his teeth and rented a small half floor on the 18th floor of the building as the company's office address.

Everyone needs a platform, this platform can be a career, an identity, and a hub for all those who can connect and develop, and Han Jun Trade is the platform that Han Muxuan has set up for himself, through which he can meet people, cultivate his own talents, and more importantly, he wants to earn funds through this platform.

After looking around his shell company, Han Muxuan turned around and went downstairs to contact the decoration company. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he answered the phone, stood still for a while, and then drove away in a hurry.