Stocks?

Flipping houses?

Buying a lottery ticket?

"Well, I don't know any of that......"

"What can you do?"

Weng Tingjun looked at the information of 'himself' on the passport and sighed.

The little white face in 1988 also said that Pearl graduated from University and graduated at the age of 23? I guess I paid for it.

Shaking his head, Weng Tingjun looked at the bustling Seoul outside the window, and muttered to himself: "Your family is in the middle of the road, I am half dead, since I have taken advantage of you, then I will help you......"

Because, now my name is Weng Tingjun, and there is no one like Li Tie in this world!

Weng Tingjun is an optimistic person, otherwise it would be impossible to choose to be a paparazzi who is a celebrity at such a good age, so at present, he can only accept the facts and live a good life and find another way. With the advantage of crossing, there is no need to repeat the mistakes of the past and embark on the old road of having an upper and lower life without a meal.

Spit out a breath of turbidity, clean up his mood, Weng Tingjun settled the account, looked at the strings of numbers with 0 on the receipt, and felt a pain in his heart.

"That's right!"

Weng Tingjun suddenly thought of something, and his eyes lit up slightly. I was trying to grasp something in my head, but it was interrupted by a cacophony of voices.

"Ahh

Weng Tingjun subconsciously leaned into the crowd, walked a few steps and then stopped in surprise, and said with a wry smile: "I'm not a paparazzi now......"

Incheon Airport is the international airport of South Korea, and now it is crowded with so many people, which is the fashion airport show of the artist.

Weng Tingjun turned around, and the moment he turned around, he saw a woman in a white dress, her long wavy hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her face was wearing an oversized sunglasses, a slightly tight dress added to her beautiful figure, and a red satchel was sandwiched on a snow-white lotus root.

It looks beautiful and temperamental.

Weng Tingjun was stunned, shook his head and chuckled, and then walked away.

The most important thing now is to find a place to stay and get a good night's sleep, and then think about how to make money and become a master.

"Bang!"

The unlucky Weng Tingjun stumbled and almost didn't get knocked off, he was already overwhelmed, and the other party was a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears, and he was in unbearable pain when he was hit like this at this time.

"Damn bastard, do you walk without eyes?"

After Weng Tingjun stabilized his body, he looked up at the person who spoke, looked carefully, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

It's obvious that the other party is at fault first, and he actually bites back!

The fat man in front of him was a standard Korean-style look, with a big pie face and small eyes, and Weng Tingjun looked at him deeply and did not speak.

As soon as the other party opened his mouth, it was a standard Seoul accent, as a senior paparazzi, Weng Tingjun also learned Korean, and the fans of E and O in his previous life were especially crazy, he acted as a 'universe fan' for a while, dug up some news and sold it to fans, and he made a lot of money, and he is not a stranger to Korean.

"I have something to do today, I don't bother to pay attention to your garbage, you should be glad that I am so generous."

Weng Tingjun's mind was hot, and he didn't hesitate when he was about to raise his feet and fly away, when a person next to him grabbed him.

The flatbread-faced Korean raised his head slightly, and seemed to be really busy, and when he saw that Weng Jun was trembling and didn't speak, he strode away with a high spirit.

"Alas, child, are you crazy? Don't you know who he is? There was a clear look of fear on the face of the well-wisher.

Weng Tingjun turned his head and looked at him suspiciously, the person in front of him was also a Korean, but his face was much kinder than the big cake just now, holding a steaming cup of coffee in his hand, and his face turned red.

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who he is!"

Listening to his gritted teeth tone and the vicious eyes that looked at the middle-aged man, Weng Tingjun calmed down.

"Lend me your coffee for the time being!"

Weng Tingjun stared at the exit of the airport, and then looked at the rest area on the second floor, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

The windowsill in the rest area on the second floor is right in front of the main entrance!

The well-wisher was stunned, but without hesitation, he directly gave the coffee to Weng Tingjun.

Weng Tingjun thanked him and left quickly.

"Strange thing! What is he going to do? Looking at his eyes, movements and temperament, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a peer! ”

……

"Director Zheng, there is still one hour and thirty-seven minutes before the meeting, and several trainees have been waiting for you to review for a long time, do you want to go to the ...... first?"

Zheng Mingyu was the one who bumped into Weng Tingjun and bit back, paused, his face was wrinkled, and his face showed an expression of understanding, "Okay, it's rare that they have a heart, so let's take a look first, I also gained a lot from this trip to Japan, just teach them." ”

"Yes, yes, hehe." The man's face remained unchanged, but he cursed in his heart.

Incheon Airport, as the façade of South Korea's airport, naturally has its own style, the area is quite large, and it is the peak summer tourist season, crowded with people, Weng Tingjun took the coffee and ran all the way up to the second floor.

Even so, Weng Tingjun relied on his body as light as a swallow to speed a lot faster than that big cake face, a burning sensation came from the coffee cup in his hand, sweat also appeared on his cheeks, and he smiled weirdly, "Koreans are really wonderful, they still drink hot coffee on such a hot day." ”

Standing still, Weng Tingjun's eyes were locked on the big pie face, and he looked around, as a paparazzi, he still had this keen observation.

There was no one left and right, and Weng Tingjun sneered.

3。

2。

1。

Weng Tingjun silently counted three numbers in his heart, and there was no one left and right, and then his right hand stretched out the aluminum alloy guardrail and loosened, and then strode down the stairs.

Just as he went downstairs.

A creepy scream rang out.

The surrounding travelers heard this sound and followed the voice.

The corners of Weng Tingjun's mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile, and the person who lowered his head and pretended to be curious also leaned over.

A middle-aged man who was very well dressed rolled on the ground, his hands covering his face, wailing incessantly, and a black suit dripping with coffee-colored liquid.

Everyone couldn't help but shudder when they saw it, and gasped, such a big hatred?

"Who is it! Who is it! What about security? ”

"Damn, it hurts me."

"Call the doctor."

"Hiss......"

……

"My name is Luo Yuhao." The well-wisher swallowed his saliva and looked at Weng Tingjun in fear, he heard the scream just now very clearly, especially the coffee on Director Zheng's face!

"Don't worry!" Weng Ting didn't have a trace of fear, there were so many people at the airport, not to mention the location he was looking for, not to mention that there was no monitor, there was no doubt that he was looking for a needle in a haystack, and there were many people who were offended by that big pie face just now.

"My name is Weng Tingjun."

"Ting Jun xi?" Luo Yuhao shook his head, "You're a reporter, right?" ”

Weng Jun couldn't help but smile.

"That person just now is the director of CCM-Zheng Mingyu, a person who can't help but kill him at a glance!"

Luo Yuhao gritted his teeth and said.

Weng Tingjun's eyes flickered, "Why?" ”

"He's a scumbag, he's a ......" Luo Yuhao thought of Weng Jun's move just now, and was excited, and hurriedly continued: "All in all, it's a disgusting scum, look at his wolf bèi, haha, it's great." ”

Weng Tingjun was thoughtful.

"You're not Korean, are you?"

Luo Yuhao regarded Weng Tingjun as a peer, and with his actions just now, he couldn't help but get a little closer.

"I'll invite you to dinner, and we'll talk while we drink."

……

The two came to the bar near Hongdae, the favorite among young Koreans, ordered a drink and a snack, and after pouring drinks to each other for a few rounds, the two became more and more familiar.

Luo Yuhao spat and flew, and Luo Yuhao and Weng Tingjun also knew a lot.

Director Zheng is one of the directors of CCM, notorious, openly and secretly - rules a few trainees, and guides many trainees' life trajectories to fork in the road.

And although Luo Yuhao is an illegitimate student, he also hates this kind of person, but unfortunately he has no power and power, and he was warned several times in the end, and he was beaten and didn't help anything.

Speaking of this, Luo Yuhao was particularly angry.

"It's so cool today, thank you, Weng Junxi."

Weng Tingjun smiled, he was not a person who would repay him, but the other party's character was too bad, so he didn't hold back, just like the middle-aged aunt on the plane before.

Speaking of which, I would like to thank Luo Yuhao, if it weren't for him, the thin Weng Tingjun would probably be beaten by Zheng Mingyu and the assistant next to him.

"I'll toast you."

After touching a cup, Luo Yuhao lay on the table and babbled nonsense, and Weng Tingjun became more and more sober the more he drank.

Jingle bells.

The phone rings.

Weng Tingjun frowned, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and saw the caller ID, and his brows furrowed even deeper.