Jung Sung-hyun, the project of "runningman", has already been done, so there is no need to worry too much, and he has not written out the role settings of the members, so it is up to them to decide what belongs to RM.

After a hasty inspection of the plan, he threw it aside, and planned his trip with Baolan with great interest. This is a trip he has been waiting for for a long time, a few years ago the trip to London failed due to the opposition of his mother, and now that their relationship is stable, presumably they will not stop it this time.

Speaking of New Zealand, only Han Jiaren has been to Zheng Chengxian's side in New Zealand, and she is said to be the best candidate, but she has been to the world of two people with Baolan, and taking another big beauty is purely unpleasant for herself, and considering the possible misunderstanding of Han Jiaren's husband Yeon Jung-hoon, he thought of excluding her as soon as possible.

Then there is only one person who can give her advice except her.

Thinking of this, Zheng Chengxian took out the phone and dialed a number, and now the time on his side should be daytime, so he is not worried about disturbing him.

The phone was connected quickly, and a hearty voice came out:

"Ha, Mr. Zheng, I didn't expect you to call?"

The person Jung Sung-hyun thinks of is Peter Jackson, and there is no better place to travel to New Zealand, he is a New Zealander. Since the last time he said goodbye to South Korea, Jung Sung-hyun has only had a pitiful few contacts with him, and now he has a sense of intimacy when he hears the surprise.

"Peter, are you busy? Does it bother you? Jung Sung-hyun asked softly.

There was a lot of noise and noise on the phone, and it sounded like Peter was at some kind of party.

"How so? The box office of the movie is very good, everyone is holding a celebration party, you should really come! Peter replied with a smile, and seemed to be in a good mood.

"The Lord of the Rings" has been in theaters for about a month, and because he is sure that the movie will be a hit, Jung Sung-hyun has not paid too much attention to the box office. As long as you deserve a lot of money.

"I've been busy lately, so I haven't paid much attention, I'm really sorry!" Jung Sung-hyun apologized first, and then asked curiously: "What is the box office now?" ”

Speaking of this topic, Peter is obviously very proud, which can be heard from his rising tone: "The global box office has broken 700 million last week!" Mr. Zheng made a lot of money this time."

Zheng Chengxian was a little surprised, the popularity of the movie exceeded his imagination, he remembered that the final box office of "Lord of the Rings I" in his previous life was more than 800 million, but that was the result after a long period of accumulation, and now it has reached this number in just one month, which is really unexpected to him.

"It's right for everyone to make money, it's all thanks to you and the actors. Without you, a novel would be just a novel" Jung Sung-hyun replied happily, after all, who doesn't like money?

It is conservatively estimated that Zheng Chengxian will have hundreds of millions of dollars in this movie alone, so that the investment problem of 'Fantasy Park' will be solved, and Zheng Chengxian can be regarded as letting go of a stone in his heart.

"I heard Miss Han Jiaren say that you have had a hard time during this time. Although I am not here today, I cannot do without it. In this way, in addition to the part that everyone deserves, take out 10 million from my share to give everyone a red envelope, how to send it to you to look at it, it is a little bit of my heart"

As soon as the words fell, I heard Peter yelling at someone: "Guys, Mr. Zheng said to take 10 million out and give everyone a bonus!" ”

The noise and thanks rang out like thunder, and Jung Sung-hyun, who was shocked, had to take his phone a little farther away. It seems that no matter what country people are, everyone likes red envelopes!

When the noisy voice gradually became quieter, Zheng Chengxian said with a wry smile:

"Peter, you don't have to shout so loudly, do you?"

"Why? Why can't you say it when you give you a bonus? Peter was a little confused.

"I don't mean that, I just don't think I need to make such a big deal because it doesn't seem like I'm too modest."

Zheng Chengxian was very embarrassed and didn't know how to explain the oriental philosophy of wealth to this 'foreigner'.

"I don't really understand your Oriental values, everyone has worked hard for so long, and it is natural to be rewarded, you can do this to show that you are not a stingy boss, let everyone know this before others are willing to do things for you."

"Okay!" Jung Sung-hyun gave up the idea of explanation and turned to the topic:

"Actually, I called because I wanted to consult you about something."

"What's the matter, you say!"

"I'm going to travel to New Zealand in the near future, and you may not know that I haven't been to New Zealand once. So I'd like to ask you for some information. But it doesn't seem to have been a coincidence."

"Didn't that Miss Han stay in Wellington for a while? That's really a heartwarming lady, she can accompany you completely" Peter's voice sounded, and Jung Sung-hyun didn't bother to explain.

"Not this time, Miss Han Jiaren can't walk with me, that's why I came to you for help!"

"Oh~~"

Peter seemed to think of something, and let out a meaningful oh, not knowing why Jung Sung-hyun wanted to punch him in the fat face.

"Don't guess, in short, Han Jiaren is careful and inconvenient," Zheng Chengxian said viciously.

At this moment, the tacit understanding between men is what Zheng Sung-hyun hates the most. Peter's attitude seemed to be saying that he had taken advantage of Han Jiaren, which was really a commotion if he didn't eat mutton.

"It's okay, don't worry, when are you coming? I'll be your guide. You know, our New Zealand scenery is amazing, the air is good and the food is delicious, it's definitely a great place to travel," Peter spared no effort to promote his country, and the pride in his tone was palpable.

Zheng Chengxian is a little envious of him, it must be a very special experience to be able to introduce his country to his friends so proudly. He couldn't enjoy the experience, because what kind of country was he?

Although the body is Korean, the soul is Chinese, and I have always regarded myself as a Chinese. But if you introduce Huaguo like Peter, I'm afraid other people won't be able to understand it.

Inexplicably, Zheng Chengxian felt a little sour in his heart, and thought of a word in his mind: rootless duckweed.

Now is obviously not a good time to feel the sadness of spring and autumn, Zheng Chengxian reined in his mind and replied to Peter:

"The exact time has not been decided, but it should be the most recent one"

"That's no problem, feel free to call me. When the time comes, I'll treat you to the best Otago Pinot Noir, and I'm sure you'll never forget it once you've drunk it! ”

"Thank you so much Peter, I'm looking forward to this trip. Let's do it first, I wish you a good time" After expressing his sincere gratitude, Jung Sung-hyun hung up the phone.

Thinking of the melancholy just now, he lit a cigarette and walked to the window, and smoked quietly.

Bright lights light up the dark night sky, high-rise buildings soar into the sky, and the noise of traffic is intertwined with energetic dance music reverberating wantonly. The bustling and noisy night scene in front of him made Zheng Chengxian stunned.

How many years have you been in this world?

Five years?

Decade?

Or for a lifetime?

I don't know when I started to have fewer and fewer memories of the past in my mind, but of course they didn't disappear, just like a commodity that was hidden in a corner by Zheng Chengxian, I would occasionally take it out and take a look.

A piece of qiē from the previous life is vivid, like a beautiful picture scroll hanging on the wall, distant and distant. On the contrary, everything here is so new and vivid, which makes it difficult for him to let go.

But life here doesn't belong to you!

The small town in my memory is my hometown, the place where I have been born and raised for more than 30 years.

There are relatives who are described as withered but blood thicker than water, and there are friends who are estranged but grow up with them. Those plane trees like chicken feet, the stinking river that exudes the riverbed, and the rows of neat and dilapidated houses are their own memories.

Zheng Chengxian suddenly wanted to go back to Huaguo, yes, he used the word 'return'. He wanted to go back and see if there were still those ugly plane trees in that place of memory, and if there was a familiar and unfamiliar fat man. (To be continued.) )