When the sky was bright, it began to rain lightly, and the oblique wind gathered up the rain and fog, like weeping and complaining. Jiang Zhican stood on the street with an umbrella, his pants thin and wet. There are cars passing by on the road, and the shops on the side of the road are crowded. He had arrived at the place he had agreed with Ke Qiuche ten minutes earlier, and now he was five minutes away from the agreed time.

He had breakfast on the way out, simple steamed cake with bean juice. Then he took a bus and got off at a stop two hundred meters away from here, holding a black umbrella that matched his attire, and came to the restaurant where he had dinner with Ke Qiuche, watching the car drive back and forth, quietly waiting for Ke Qiuche's arrival.

He didn't sleep well last night, specifically because he hadn't slept well for a while recently, so even if he was deliberately dressed at the moment, others could still see the haggard on his face. Therefore, he put on the round-framed glasses given by Xu Xian, and there was a hint of bookishness on his handsome face, which just neutralized the haggardness, like a hard-working student, rather than a social youth who stayed up late.

At eight o'clock, Ke Qiuche's white SUV appeared on time. He sat in the second seat, and easily saw the bloodshot in the other party's eyes, horizontal and vertical, like a torn spider web. This betrayed Ke Qiuche, who was neatly dressed and meticulously combed with his hair, his situation seemed to be very bad, as you could know from last night's phone call.

Jiang Zhican handed the coffee in his hand to Ke Qiuche, took the coffee and sipped it slowly, turning his head to look out the window. He actually had questions and wanted to mention them to Ke Qiuche, but this was destined to have nothing to do with the subject that Ke Qiuche came to him today. He kept the doubt to himself and wisely remained silent. The rain outside the window seemed to be pouring into the car at this moment, and it was wet and dark.

Ke Qiuche parked the car on the side of the road for a short time, and five 10,000 won let the assistant police leave in interest. Jiang Zhican bought black coffee, and ordinary people probably want to add a packet of sugar. Ke Qiuche put the attached sugar on the side, took a big sip, frowned, took out a bank card from nowhere, and handed it to Jiang Zhican.

"Brother?" Jiang Zhican looked at the card inexplicably.

"The remuneration of HERA idols. It should have been given to you in installments, but I don't know if there will be any future, you can take the 20 million in this card, and the total amount is a little less, but it is not a loss. Ke Qiuche put the card in Jiang Zhican's hand, accelerated in gear, and drove the car away from its place.

Jiang Zhican looked at the card in his hand with complicated eyes, and the black coffee that he had always been accustomed to suddenly became bitter. He let out a soft breath and sank into his chair, looking at the receding streetscape and feeling something missing.

"Is there any contact with Hee-yeon?" Ke Qiuche, who was driving a car on a rampage, suddenly slowed down, stared at the countdown of the red light in front of him, and asked in a flat tone.

"Nope." Jiang Zhican shook his head, his gaze still down.

"She's coming back soon, next month." Ke Qiuche stepped on the accelerator again to accelerate, "I may return to China tonight, and the ticket is already in my wallet." If things can't be undone, Hee-yeon's first stage after returning, remember to go for me. ”

Jiang Zhican's hand holding the coffee clenched suddenly, and the cardboard cup suddenly collapsed several cracks like smooth ground. He didn't answer, his coffee-soaked lips dry and pale, like a desert riverbed that had been depleted and exposed, silent and silent.

"Just buy a ticket and enter the venue, shoot a video, like a regular audience, can you do it?" Ke Qiuche asked.

"Yes." Jiang Zhican's voice suddenly became a little hoarse.

Ke Qiuche stopped talking, and the car was silent. The car turned onto a secluded road with good greenery, and after a period of cold driving, it stopped in front of an elegant building. Jiang Zhican looked at this building through the car window, this is a traditional Korean-style ancient house, but it is not as mottled and old as the general hanok, this hanok is very well maintained, the black tiles and white walls are neat and simple, whether it is the vestibule or the faintly visible backyard, there are grass and trees, green leaves, under the misty rain and fog, visitors seem to have come to the ancient hall, going back in time,

Ke Qiuche parked the car steadily, propped his hands on the steering wheel and lowered his head, and his side face showed a trace of hideous struggle. He tore off his bow tie and put it on carefully, said sorry to Jiang Zhican, and took the lead in opening the door and getting out of the car.

Jiang Zhican followed behind him, not understanding the meaning of the sorry, and before he had time to think about it, he was stopped by the middle-aged man who came through the courtyard. He had the privilege of being invited to tea by the president of Seoul National University's office and saw how the so-called high-ranking Jiwei was successful. At that time, it was the peak of anger, and I didn't think anything about it, but I felt a panic after thinking about it.

And now, he looked at the middle-aged man with a solemn face in front of him, and only felt a heavy pressure hanging in his heart, especially when the other party's slightly drooping eyes looked at him, he was almost frozen with blood all over his body for a moment, with a wooden face, he mechanically bowed and greeted Ke Qiuche, and shouted Hello to Director Jin!

The man, known as Chief Kim, smiled and stretched out his right hand to lead the way. Ke Qiuche followed behind him, and it seemed that every step was extremely laborious. Jiang Zhican was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly followed, but his face turned pale. At the moment when he shouted out Director Kim, he suddenly remembered a face he had glanced at on KBS Nine O'Clock News, in the corner of the screen, inconspicuous, but he unexpectedly left an impression, and at this moment suddenly remembered.

He looked at the back of Director Jin in front of him with his eyes palpitating, looking at the well-organized scenery around him, and his heart was irrepressibly violently worried, thinking back to the resumes of the people behind the scenes introduced by Director Jin that Ke Qiuche wanted to see, his hands and feet were suddenly filled with lead and sluggish - I'm sorry, what Ke Qiuche said just now is sorry, that's what he meant? - A political maelstrom big enough to swallow anyone?

He couldn't figure it out, he was just a twenty-two-year-old guy who didn't even have a college diploma, and he couldn't think of any value in him that was enough for Ke Qiuche to think that he could be involved in such a high-ranking person. He felt that he had almost nothing, and after thinking about it for dozens of steps, he confirmed this fact even more. But he still can't settle down, even if he has nothing, but since he has entered this hanok, there is naturally a subtle connection, just like a coordinate is loaded into data by a satellite outside the earth, and no trace can be erased no matter where he goes.

Director Jin, who was walking in front, whispered a few words to Ke Qiuche, entered the living room and opened the door to greet him, and after a while, he got a reply and came out again, stretched out his hand with Ke Qiuche, and the three of them entered the living room together. Jiang Zhican fell behind, Ke Qiuche walked in front, and when Director Jin opened the door for him, Ke Qiuche stood solemnly with his hands down, his side face was as resolute as a knife, and his eyes were deeply shocked by Jiang Zhican's incomprehension.

He stepped in, and the head of the Jin room closed the sliding door, turned around and motioned for Jiang Zhichan to sit on the chair and wait, asking if he wanted to drink tea. Jiang Zhican nodded, and Director Jin instructed the waitress waiting on the side to make tea, and then turned around and left.

Jiang Zhican sat on the chair, his eyes kept falling on his toes, and he was so depressed that he didn't even notice that the waitress was putting the tea on the table beside him. The moment he pushed the door open, he saw the side face, a face that would not be unfamiliar to any Korean man who followed the news. At this point, the matter was undoubted, and he was in a daze, and his mind went blank.

However, at the age of twenty-two, he drank tea that ordinary people couldn't drink at the age of thirty-two, and Ke Qiuche, the young man sitting opposite the man behind pushing the door, was completely fighting to occupy the position that a forty or fifty-year-old man was scheming about! He is still a Chinese, and at this moment, this is almost a desperate identity!

Jiang Zhican was in the blank for a long time, and when he finally picked up the cup of tea beside him, the tea was already cold, and the door was just opened, Ke Qiuche walked out expressionlessly, and the head of the Jin room, who entered at some point, closed the door, held a document in his hand, showed Jiang Zhican an inexplicable smile, and turned to leave.

Jiang Zhican followed Ke Qiuche back the same way, and the two walked among the green grass and trees, and the path paved with marble slabs was like a single-plank bridge, allowing only one person to pass by. The light rain that had been falling since dawn had stopped at this time, and the faint sunlight was shining, and there was a faint sweet taste of the first sunny day after the rain.

Ke Qiuche stood in front of the car, turned around and looked at the hanok hidden among the grass and green trees, raised his hand and slowly pulled off his tie, his sideburns were slightly wet, and the corners of his lips were dry, he leaned on the front cover of the car, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, and handed it to Jiang Zhican.

Jiang Zhichan took it and saw three cute girls in nurse uniforms on the screen, each with a different question and answer discourse. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, his fingers flicked, and he quickly became familiar with this APP, then raised his eyes to look at Ke Qiuche, and asked unconvincedly: "Brother, this is the idea I mentioned to you?" ”

"That's right, I named it the Idol Elf." Ke Qiuche lit a fire and smoked, white smoke swirling, just like his flying thoughts:

"You should know, Xinbo, you are just an outcast, you are one of the outcasts, you should accept the fate of the outcast. Moreover, compared to others, your status as a Chinese is enough to save you from prison, which can be regarded as lucky. ”

"I know, but it didn't come to this. Representative Liu, I think the new expo still has enough value, as long as representative Liu can provide you with just the right help, I guarantee that the new expo will have new surprises, and it will be long-lasting. ”

"Oh?"

"The premise is that it is under my control, not President Sen."

"It doesn't take long, it takes time for a long time, the surprise you said, prove it to me."

The old man played a game on the chessboard in front of him, and he was playing by himself. Ke Qiuche groaned, and as Director Jin entered with the papers, he began to explain his first step plan - the trend of starting from the idol elves.

"It's fast enough." This is the old man's evaluation, he closed the document, his eyes contained years of wind and snow, "The Chinese Zhao family, a very good family, may be just a corner, but it is enough." President Ke, I think you're going to be a brilliant entrepreneur. ”

"Idols... Jiang Zhican repeated, looking at the three girls on the screen. He knew them, and he also knew their names from Xu Xian's mouth, TTS.

"The three of them are the first batch of idol elves to sign idols, and they will return in September, and there will be a reality show variety show next month as a warm-up and promotion. Xinbo is the funder of this variety show, this is a win-win situation, I promote them, and they promote it for me. On the night of the reality show, the elf idol will be launched simultaneously. Naochan, do you know what that means? ”

"Huh?" Jiang Zhican was at a loss, he was not good at IT.

"How much repercussions this reality show can cause will be a vital part of the early development of elf idols, I will have other aspects of publicity, but the spokesperson itself is the longest and hottest point, how popular TTS can be, means how much radiation it can bring to elf idols. Of course, I won't put all my eggs in one basket, but at the moment, the company is not well funded, otherwise, I would not have signed a small team, but a whole girlhood. Of course, **'s Li Xiuman probably won't let me sign Girls' Generation in the next few months, and when the incident happens, he will have to pay for the liquidated damages. ”

Ke Qiuche had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, probably remembering the unhappiness with the ** company when he signed TTS.

"You, Naocan, I need you as an investment producer, as the deputy director of Xinbo's advertising and creative department, to participate in the filming of this reality show, just like the ancient Qincha, to be a supervisor. And, Naocan, this is just the right professional for you, I think, it's just right. ”

Jiang Zhican was stunned for a moment, "Deputy Minister of Creativity? Brother, are you kidding me? ”

"In the evening, I will be the new president of Xinbo, not just the minister. As for the deputy minister, it's just a title to raise wages, and the creative department is always in my hands, what, do you think the salary increase is a joke? ”

"Of course not." Jiang Zhican shook his head.

"Perhaps," Ke Qiuche muttered, "Do you have any proposals for the next batch of idols to sign up?" ”

Jiang Zhican suddenly remembered the scene where Park Chulong and Huang Jiazi strongly recommended APINK, and blurted out: "APINK・・・・・・・ I think it's good." ”

Ke Qiuche glanced at him, smiled, and turned to get into the car.

The car drove away, and neither of them mentioned what happened in the hanok just now, and they didn't even mention half of the trip. Ke Qiuche communicated on the phone all the way, while Jiang Zhican sat calmly, thinking about the idol elf and the TTS reality show, thinking of Park Chulong, thinking of Zheng Yunshen, who he hadn't met since that night, and the girl who was stabbed in the heart by him with words and the girl who stabbed him in the heart, his expression finally dimmed, and a layer of lingering shadow.

ps: I'm sorry, I was lazy and indulged after the exam yesterday, there was no code word, and to be honest, I didn't have that state of mind. Today, I just want to say that the snow in Hangzhou in the morning really taught me to be a man, which reminds me of the TV scene of the thatched house, the goose feathers and heavy snow falling all over the sky, and even more excessively, the demon wind gusts! I heard a northern alumnus say that he had never seen such a big snow in the north, and I couldn't help but snicker and find it funny. Then, I couldn't laugh anymore, and the car to my house actually stopped! I vomited blood in the cold wind at the time・・・・・・ and then the sun came out very weirdly, I tossed back and forth to change the ticket twice, stayed in the unpalatable McDonald's for two hours, stuck in the departure time, and finally got on the car tired and sad, and returned home with the box frozen into a dog. After a pass inexplicably busy green,I watched a messy video again.,I'm so big that now the air conditioner blows me a headache.,There's no time to proofread.,If there's a typo.,Please bear with me!