The scene of the Itaewon killing. The destroyed house has been restored to its original appearance, and there is no trace of the scene except for the color of the repaired façade that is more beautiful than in other places. The same food stall we ate at last time is still in place, only slightly moved in the direction of the inside. Jiang Xijun and I walked in and sat down casually. Kang Seok-jun called the stall owner to order some essential food for supper, and of course, the indispensable soju. After a while, the wine and food were served, and Jiang Xijun couldn't wait to move his chopsticks. "Didn't you eat in the afternoon?"

"I was in a meeting when you called me." Kang Seok-jun, who was chewing his food, said indistinctly.

"What? Do you have a meeting? "I felt like I was hearing something very new.

Jiang Xijun rolled his eyes: "Anyway, I'm also a minister, please, isn't it a normal thing to have a meeting?" ”

Since coming to Korea, there is only one feeling about soju, that is, baijiu mixed with water, which retains the mellow aroma of baijiu on a certain amount of dù, but it is not so impactful, it is still a good choice for people who don't drink baijiu much, but for those who are used to drinking baijiu, they will always feel that the taste is a little worse. I picked up my glass and touched it with him, and the low-concentration alcohol flowed down my esophagus into my stomach cheerfully but not aggressively. The world is slowly starting to shake, unlike liquor, and the whole world is dancing tango when you drink it.

Put down your glass. "I guess you must have had a nickname before, and that was the Nightclub Prince." I said this with a smile.

Jiang Xijun wiped his forehead with some shame, but there was actually no zài sweat: "I used to have a similar nickname, but didn't I say it was before?" When people live, they should change a little. ”

Looking at Jiang Xijun, who suddenly became a little strict, I still wanted to laugh.

"Now that my father has tried to put something in my hands, I don't want to break it, what I want to do is gild it." I frowned, a little puzzled as to why he was so sincere today.

After the two of them touched a glass again, Kang Seok-jun suddenly pointed to my mobile phone on the table: "Do you know, Choi's Telecom, the largest mobile communications operator in South Korea, accounts for 5o.5% of the market share. Are you a little puzzled, since you are the largest and most powerful, why only half of it? "Before I could nod, he was quick to speak." It is because in order to prevent monopoly, the state compels us to form a 5:3:2 market share with the other two companies. ”

Jiang Xijun poured himself a glass of wine and drank it alone, and then said: "Didn't I tell you before, our main project is energy and chemical industry and information and communication, in the field of energy and chemical industry in South Korea, our market share is 38%, ranking first, and the remaining share is occupied by dozens of companies." ”

I grabbed a chopstick dish and threw it into my mouth: "I can probably guess what you want to say." I've been paying attention to the domestic news recently, and the anti-monopoly is in full swing right now, and the government has slaughtered a lot of companies. Could it be that South Korea also has some ideas? ”

Jiang Xijun smiled helplessly: "Do you know how the government communicates with Samsung?" ”

I asked, "What?" ”

"The government says Samsung has too much cash reserves, a full $6oo billion, mind you, cash. If they don't invest more, the government will be ready to raise taxes under the New Deal. ”

Hearing this, I almost squirted out of the wine I drank in my mouth: "This Tmd is also OK?" ”

Jiang Xijun shook his head: "There's nothing wrong with it, my father is worried that this is just the beginning, the government's means will be more and more, and no country's government will watch a company manipulate the market." After saying this, he paused, as if sorting out the wording, and then said: "So what my father has put in my hands now is a market that is still relatively new to the Jiang family, and only diversified exhibitions are the way out." The strong lead the weak, and the weak protect the strong. ”

Kang Seok-jun said this by looking me in the eye when he said this. I frowned, a little uncomfortable from his burning gaze: "Why are you telling me this?" ”

Jiang Xijun picked up the wine bottle and filled it for me, and then gave me a toast, his gaze suddenly became very deep. "Ever since I was sensible, I rarely told the truth, aren't all living people like this? Even now, in the relationship between me and you, I can still only tell you 8o% of the truth. I'm actually a very average person, and what I see about your talent is just a little sprout emerging from the dirt, but you occupy 8o% of my heart, so I believe you. In this boring life, trusting someone is really a fun thing. How far do you think you can go? ”

8o% sounds procedural, but I don't feel angry at all, I feel very relaxed. This kind of person is no longer something that can be described in just three words on the blackboard, he has already jumped out of the blackboard and has become a vivid and powerful partner. "I can go as far as I can go in the direction I like." I say. The corners of my mouth finally tugged at the confident smile that I hadn't seen for a long time.

"Entertainment is a short road." "But we can spread it very long, can't we?" Hearing my words, Jiang Xijun also laughed, raised his glass and drank it all, and this is the cycle tonight.

Alcohol mixes easily with brain fluids, which is refreshing. Some people, however, don't see it that way.

Location: Sunny's house. Event: Jung so-yeon and Sunny sit on the sand and look at each other. Jung so-yeon and Sunny, who were going to use their free time tonight to ask things clearly, had a bad expression after I hung up the phone. The phone was connected, and there were only six words, and these six words were still "I'll talk about it another day." There are two ways to conclude this sentence. The first - "If you have something, talk about it another day." This sentence first clarifies that the reason is "something", and then means "talk about it another day". It is more polite and reasonable.

The second type is "talk about it another day." "There is no punctuation in the middle, which means that I am very busy, and your business will only be talked about another day, which is very domineering and fierce. Obviously, due to my quick words, Sunny understood the meaning of the phrase to be the second one. She tugged at Zheng Xiuyan's sleeve, who didn't know why, and repeated the words on the phone to her: "Sika, I haven't been able to understand why you always have a cold face on Liu Chengyu. The corners of Zheng Xiuyan's mouth twitched: "Now you understand." Sunny nodded cutely, and at this time she suddenly felt a little itchy in her mouth, so she directly picked up Zheng Xiuyan's elbow and bit it.

Zheng Xiuyan, who was suddenly attacked, stretched out her other hand and patted Sunny: "Ah, when will you break this habit?" After taking a bite, Sunny let go of his mouth and smiled silly. Jung so-yeon yawned beautifully and asked Sunny, "Do you have any other activities after the end of your FM radio schedule?" Sunny shook his head. Then tomorrow night, will you call him or me? ”

"Of course it's you, I don't want my blood pressure to go up anymore." Sunny has a look on his face as a matter of course.

"Ah, you mean to raise my blood pressure?" Jung so-yeon sat up and tickled Sunny's itch.

Sunny giggled as she dodged Sika's movements. "I'm going to take a shower, you can do it yourself." After saying that, he ran into the bathroom.

Zheng Xiuyan took out her mobile phone a little helplessly, and she was inexplicably upset when she thought of Liu Chengyu's tone. After being annoyed for a while, she decided that she would wait until she talked. Get up and say hello to Sunny through the bathroom door, then drive back to your home. After returning home, Zheng Xiuyan sank her body into the soft sand, she put her phone aside, and watched the movie with her notebook. Until eleven o'clock in the evening, Zheng Xiujing, who was still staying up late on the set to shoot, took the initiative to call because she hadn't received a call from Ernie for a long time, and Zheng Xiuyan took the initiative to call.

"Xiujing, I forgot to tell you, Liu Chengyu said that there is something to do today, so I have to change the day." Zheng Xiuyan scratched her head, almost forgetting about this little guy.

Zheng Xiujing, who had been looking forward to the result for a long time, couldn't help but feel a little lost when she heard the news, and she hung up the phone with a low thanks.

Zheng Xiuyan, who heard the low voice in Zheng Xiujing's voice, frowned, and she suddenly felt that her sister Xiujing's concern for Liu Chengyu was a little excessive, which was not a good sign. She understands her sister Xiujing's character, because Xiujing is as stubborn as her, once she relies on someone, it is really difficult to let go again. Jung so-yeon paused the movie she was playing, her fingers tapping on the table, not knowing what she was thinking. The hour hand was slowly attacking towards 12 o'clock, and Zheng Xiuyan was finally ready to dial the phone.

"Yo so Se Yo." A cold, deep male voice came from me on the phone.

"Is there anything going on tomorrow night?"

"No, but is there anything you can't say on the phone? Do you have to meet? ”

Zheng Xiuyan pursed her lips, thinking that I wouldn't be happy to meet you. "It's a very important thing, I'll call you then. Hung up ......"

"Oh, but are you Sunny or Jung so-yeon?"

Deliberately, this is absolutely deliberate, even if we don't save the phone numbers of the two of us, how can we not even hear the voice!

On the other end of the phone, I was still wobbly walking down the stairwell of my dormitory, drunk and unaware that I had detonated another pink bomb.

"Yikes!" A scream was about to pierce the eardrum. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Liu Chengyu."

Zheng Xiuyan gasped and was on the verge of going berserk: "Ke Hao (good), when we see it tomorrow, if it is different from what we expected, you will die." And tomorrow, if you don't have to talk to us with honorifics, you're going to die! Zheng Xiuyan pressed the hang up button fiercely, she was afraid that if she continued to say more, she would not be able to help but burst out.

Climbing in the stairwell, I was scolded for some reason. "Alas!" Now I don't have to distinguish the voice, I can guess who is calling.

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