No one bothered, Park Jung-hyuk and Jang Meng-ki talked and drank freely, and said the most since they met. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was still early, but Zhang Mengqi was already too strong to drink and was about to leave.

"You don't have to send me anymore, thank you for being with me, an old man, and listening to me nag so much."

At the door of the hotel, Park Jung-hyuk carefully helped Zhang Mengqi tighten the corners of his clothes.

The wind is still very cold in winter, and the old people drink alcohol, and they don't know the cold and heat, and they are easy to get sick.

"How can I hear so much experience from you, but I can't learn a lot of money from you. So, in the future, when you are free, don't always stay at home, come to JTBC more often, guide us, and think of it as teaching your children and grandchildren. ”

Zhang Mengqi laughed, "This is good, as long as you don't bother the old man." ”

When he looked back, he found that his daughter was already waiting for him in the car.

Zhang Mengqi patted Park Jung-hyuk on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Go ahead, those little guys have been waiting for a long time." Today is the day of your promotion, have fun. ”

knew each other, and Park Jung-hyuk didn't say anything against his will.

The workplace is like a green building, and only the newcomers laugh, how can you hear the bitter tears of the old people?

For those people, Zhang Mengqi is already a thing of the past.

From now on, there will be only one core and one leader of the JTBC Arts Agency, and that is Park Jung-hyuk.

So he said goodbye to Zhang Mengqi here, and everyone over there had prepared a banquet to welcome the new king's throne.

Life is like this, Park Jung-hyuk, as a party, doesn't know how to deal with it.

helped Zhang Mengqi get into the car, watching the headlights disappear into the vast night, but he couldn't tell the thousands of feelings in his heart.

It seems that no one is restrained, and it seems that something has been lost.

Some people say that this state is called suffering from gains and losses, but he doesn't know why he has this emotion.

After a short rest, he set off for another hotel not far away.

You don't have to look at the road carefully, and you don't have to wait long, because today this place is already packed.

So when he arrived, he just pushed open the door and walked in.

But it was such an action, and suddenly it was black in front of him, and then his head, shoulders, and clothes were all covered with ribbons and confetti.

There was even more applause in my ears, and a large group of people shouted loudly.

"Uh-oh-oh-oh...... Congratulations to the Director on his return to his position!!! ”

Kim Youkun stood aside, put his hands to his mouth, and said funny things, causing Park Jung-hyuk to kick him.

"Ah, I'm still out of my body."

Today is a festive day, and everyone will naturally not be affected, and they will flock to the throne of the lord.

"Director, now that you have your name, as your loyal subordinates, please accept our sincere congratulations."

Myeongmina slapped his face, representing everyone, and said his feelings.

Since the day Park Jung-hyuk became the deputy director, they have been thinking about it all the time, and the word "deputy" on Park Jung-hyuk's head can be removed.

But the world is unpredictable, Park Jung-hyuk has not yet become the director of the director, and he became the head of the headquarters first.

Now that he has really become the director, the feeling of surprise is not so strong.

So the guys at the bottom discussed it, and they didn't celebrate. Instead, he chose such a tavern facing the street but tasted good, and wrapped it up to celebrate Park Jung-hyuk's promotion.

Park Jung-hyuk knew that this was a critical moment for the TV production headquarters to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, and it was also a good time to unite people's hearts, so he did not refuse everyone's kindness.

He picked up his wine glass, and his eyes started with Kim Youkun, Min Zheji, Yoo Ho-jin, Kwon Chung-hyuk, Son Do-hoon, Lee Zhongguan, Myung Min-ah, Jung so-yeon, and other elite soldiers and strong generals in the TV production headquarters, and for a while there was infinite emotion in his heart.

"Ladies and gentlemen, some of you have been excavated by me since the nameless era, some of whom have been with me through thick and thin, and some of whom have worked together to create brilliance. From now on, we will be united. I propose that for the sake of the JTBC TV Production Headquarters, we drink this cup together, work together, cooperate sincerely, defeat all opponents, and vow to be the trump card of the Korean broadcasting industry! ”

A broadcasting agency is a group, and if the leader is a lion, then the people below will be arrogant and fearless.

Obviously, Park Jung-hyuk is such a lion, and he also has the strength to call the wind and rain.

His words made everyone's blood boil and they were full of hope for the future. The spirit is in the throat, and the heart is as hot as the promising future.

From now on, there will be only one voice from the JTBC TV Production Headquarters.

And Park Jung-hyuk spent a year completely convincing everyone in this department.

Everyone firmly believes that under Park Jung-hyuk's leadership, JTBC's TV Production Headquarters will be the future of the Korean broadcasting industry.

How hot the atmosphere in the hotel is, how cold the streets outside are.

Bi Jinhao, who was walking alone on the road, felt even more like he was in hell, and he couldn't feel the warmth of the world at all.

No one knows what kind of life he has been living these days.

Every moment, he is like a frightened bird, and the slightest wind and grass makes him feel like he is on pins and needles.

Although time passed, the MBC he had hoped for did not come. On the contrary, the internal investigation is being carried out more and more deeply, and the atmosphere is becoming more and more solemn.

Bi Jinhao clearly felt that the air around him seemed to be sucked away. Eventually, he would be hanged alive in this stagnation.

How did it get to this point?

Why is there such a deviation in my own life?

Ten years later, he would never have imagined that one day he would be so miserable.

In the past few days, Bi Jinhao has never had a good night's sleep. For fear of a midnight alarm, he was found to be a mole.

It was in such torture that Bi Jinhao couldn't sleep well, and his whole person lost weight. In addition, his eyes were black for a while, as if he was going to faint at any moment.

Under such circumstances, he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to drive the car, so he had to take public transportation to commute to work.

Walking alone on the road, the desolate figure is stretched obliquely by the street lamp, as if it can be torn off at any time. Except for the rustling footsteps, he didn't even want to accompany him with a single fallen leaf.

If it weren't for the sound of the phone in front of him, he really thought it was a world where he was alone.

Loneliness, loneliness, panic, fear, death.

Maybe the caller didn't expect that someone would approach on such a cold night, so he looked up along the footsteps, and the eyes of the two met.

Bi Jinhao was stunned, and the man was also stunned.

Bi Jinhao knew him, and the man knew him.

"Oh, senior, I really didn't expect to meet you here."

The man hurriedly put away the phone, stepped forward and grabbed Bi Jinhao's hand, very enthusiastic.

Even stronger was the man's fierce smell of alcohol.

On this cold night, if the fire sprayed on Bi Jinhao's face, he instinctively disgusted it.

"Oh, hehe, I didn't expect to meet you here. It's been a long time since you left your job, where have you been lately? ”

The man smiled, and the dim street lamp couldn't hide his pride.

"It's not about high success, but I'm a producer again at JTBC. It's a pity that it's still far away, and it's still a while before I'm in charge of the show. ”

Bi Jinhao's disgust was even heavier.

“jtbc？”

The man obviously drank too much and was not sensitive enough to people's reactions, but he also followed the word jtbc, and his mood was much higher.

"Yes, senior, you don't know yet, today is the day of Minister Park Jung-hyuk's ascension, so JTBC's colleagues are celebrating inside. Minister Park Jung-hyuk is also from our MBC, since this fate is like this, why don't we have a drink together? ”

As he spoke, the man took Bi Jinhao's hand and wanted to drag him inside.

The familiar name was like a sharp needle, and it suddenly pierced Bi Jinhao's heart.

A huge force was born out of thin air, and the man was thrown away at once.

"No, I still have something to do." After saying that, he didn't want to stay for a moment, turned around and ran away.

In the corner of my last eye, I happened to see the noisy scene in the hotel.

Although there are many, many people, but in that group of people, Park Jung-hyuk's upright posture is extremely annoying.

Bi Jinhao clearly saw that the bastard had a bright smile on his face, surrounded by a circle of people, flattering, and full of pride.

Combined with his own downfall, it made him even more annoyed.

Seeing Bi Jinhao striding into the meteor and disappearing without a trace, the man was a little dazed.

"What are you doing? Inexplicable? I really thought it was Bi Jinhao PD in the past, everyone revolved around you. Cut, deserve bad luck! ”

Bi Jinhao's body was filled with angry flames, as if it was burning from his heart, and he wanted to devour the whole person.

The fire was too victorious, burning all the water in his body, making him only feel dry mouth.

The cold air of his breath could not extinguish this anger, but it made his internal organs bear the great pain of ice and fire.

He couldn't walk anymore, so he had to crouch on the corner of the street, the shadow formed by the street lamp, like a dying dog.

Damn my God, don't you think I'm unlucky enough?

I just have to have that bastard's smugness to irritate me.

Now that he is exhausted, on the other side is Park Jung-hyuk, who is proud of the spring breeze.

Such a strong contrast really made Bi Jinhao ashamed and angry, and he really wanted to ruin the world.

Such a pride, such a scenery, should belong to him.

The wild boy from that place has no power, no capital, no genealogy, why is he better off than himself?

Bi Jin-ho seems to have forgotten that he is still in danger, and his scarlet eyes are full of images of Park Jung-hyuk raising a glass and drinking.

Damn bastard, you must be smug right now, right?

You wait, the feud between us is not over.

I must, I must find the best opportunity to break your pride to pieces, to trample on the ground, to trample on it.

On this ordinary winter night, because of the unexpected staggering, Bi Jinhao's already fragile psychology was even more distorted.

It's a pity that no one helped him recover it, and no one wiped his ass.

He could only be alone, alone in the abyss, unable to extricate himself.

The indifferent world is like this indifferent night. It doesn't matter if you become a god or a ghost, you still cycle indifferently. (To be continued.) )