PS: For Azeroth! The author went to watch the premiere! FORAzeroth！ It's been too long, and if it had come sooner, maybe we'd be able to see it together......

There will always be problems with policies that come up with a pat on the head. But for Zhao Kun, two ideas that looked good came out with a pat on the head, but after practice, he found that one was very bad, and the other was even worse, and it was better than sitting and doing nothing, waiting for the SCP and the investigator to come to the door.

Therefore, when the effect of PlanA was far from meeting the requirements, Zhao Kun quickly started PlanB. An even more bizarre plan.

In the dark night, a low-key but expensive sedan drove into the alleys of Bukchon in Seoul. In the city, there's Seoul's Old Town, which never appears on television, no more filthy than the slums of Rio de Janeiro, and the alleys of quaint houses, so-called Korean-style houses.

The lanes here are not wide and spacious, and most of the area can only accommodate two cars in parallel, like some third-tier city road - if you don't look at the quality of the road.

In fact, this area of repressive residential buildings is much more transcendent than the high-rise condominiums in Gangnam-gu, the so-called financial center of Seoul, and Yongsan-gu, which is full of sprawling luxury mansions. The Korean upper class has always had a saying that the first-class people live in Bukchon and the second-class people live in Yongsan. As for the so-called Jiangnan luxury villa area? I'm sorry, it's just a place of worship for the nouveau riche, and if you really want to upgrade your status and level in your residence, the new rich can only find a way to find a mansion in Longshan.

As for Kitamura?

The average wealthy don't have the privilege of living here, which is closest to the political and financial center of South Korea. If you want to live here, either you will become one of the 'centers' of Korea, or you will be reincarnated as the 'centers' of Korea.

The low-key luxury car with connotation drove for more than ten minutes to reach the destination, however, seeing the figure waiting under the steps outside the gate, the middle-aged man in the back seat who was already not confused changed his face, instinctively held his breath, and hurriedly asked the driver to stop the car, not caring that there were still dozens of meters away from the destination.

Then he hurriedly opened the car door and rushed over with a run, bowing from a distance to show respect.

"I'm sorry, but there's a traffic jam." The middle-aged man bowed again, his tone as respectful as his demeanor. As if the man who was known for his arrogance throughout Congress on the island of Yeoui was not himself.

"It doesn't matter," the man who looked to be in his fifties as he waited at the bottom of the stairs chuckled, "I actually came out a little early. ”

The middle-aged man got up slightly, but he was still hunched over, with a traitor translator's smile, and at the same time handed out a small bank card, "Senior, a small gift, not a respect......"

The man with slightly pale temples glanced at the bank card in his hand, looked at him with a smile, and didn't say anything more. Just turned around and walked inside the door and muttered, "Mr. Jin just came back from the United States in the afternoon, and he had dinner with Liu Zhenlong from the Ministry of Culture, Sports and Tourism in the evening......

The middle-aged man bowed deeply, and his waist did not straighten until the person he called senior crossed the threshold.

When you enter the door, you don't see any modern atmosphere, at first glance it looks like you are going to a quaint hanok in the remote countryside, in fact, it is exactly the case, the entire Bukchon house pays attention to such a quaint 'Korean style' - although this is ridiculed by the owner of this house as a Handan toddler, vassal elegance and ...... Dogs can't change ****.

If a person like him talks about the so-called Han Feng in front of the owner of this mansion, he is guaranteed to be slapped out with a big slap. That one said all day long that Han Nima pulled a hammer, and he couldn't copy it well, it was originally a half-hung Chinese style mixture, and he was also a childish change...... That doesn't sound like what a Korean should say.

However, the owner of the house is indeed a Korean, and his identity is unquestionable.

The gray-eyed man walked through the front yard to the front of the main house, went up the steps, opened the door and looked at the lawn that was flourishing in front of the main house at this time, and the two police officers kneeling on the lawn - according to the police system of the Republic of Korea, the police rank of the chief of the Seoul Police Agency is the chief of public security, the deputy chief is the chief of public security, and the head of each department of the National Police Agency has the rank of police officer and the section chief is the chief police officer.

Some people just can't find their place forever, and all they need is a reminder from time to time.

Enter the house. A middle-aged man in a hanbok sitting at a low table was drawing, and the person who came could not understand what he was drawing. It was a man with long hair on his chin and wings on his back, like a big bat.

After thirty years in the political arena without falling, the old man who is now equivalent to the housekeeper of this mansion sits quietly on his knees and does not make a sound at all.

"How about my Cthulhu." The owner of the mansion walked down the pen on the rice paper, and did it in one go, although the voice was not loud, but it was faintly majestic.

"Mr. Kim forgives you." The middle-aged man's head lowered deeply, "I can't understand it." ”

"Alas, what a good art, you don't know how to appreciate it." The owner of the mansion pauses his brushstrokes. "But I appreciate that, to be honest. Otherwise, I will slap you in the face and ask you if you are also surnamed Zhao. ”

"That's Mr. Kim looking at me."

"Huh. I can afford you......" The 'Mr. Kim' chuckled and tossed the brush aside. He raised his head and looked at the congressman surnamed Zhao without saying a word.

Men who are over forty years old are on pins and needles.

"Okay, let's talk about it, what's going on in Incheon?"

The man lowered his head.

"I've only lived in the United States for four months, and there's such a big mess in Incheon, do you think they've forgotten my Kim Chongming's methods?"

The man was sweating like rain, and he did not dare to look into the eyes of the owner of the mansion.

"Forget it," Mr. Jin tossed the painting into the trash can next to him, "You still have to deal with the next matter." So, even though you belong to two parties, you can help me make an appointment with the chairman. ”

The man nodded busily.

"One more thing."

"Mr. Kim, please command."

"Our country is the best at producing artists, and brokerage companies, hospitals, and TV stations are like factories in China, producing idols in batches like assembly lines one after another. And the biggest of these sweatshop-like agencies seems to have a background in your partisanship? ”

"Yes." The man pondered desperately the deeper meaning of Mr. Kim's words. He knew that Mr. Kim actually had shares in several brokerage companies, although he usually didn't bother with such trivial matters. And after Jin Chongming uprooted another Jin family, there seemed to be something in the spoils of war he received. Among them were even the artists and other artists that the company he mentioned had customized to curry favor with a big man from that unfortunate family......

However, none of these things seem to be what can make the person in front of him officially bring it up.

"I have a plan ......"

The man's expression froze, put away the messy thoughts, and listened carefully.