As time passed, Song felt that his time in Seoul was gradually becoming more and more nourishing. The expansion of the transfer bureau is faster than he imagined, and it is obviously just an idea that he came up with with a slap on the thigh, but there is really room for survival in this land.

Thanks to the active cooperation of Park Yantong and other key personnel, they soon had more than 1,000 members. There were even two local bakeries and breweries willing to fund Mr. Song's rally and let him help promote their products.

Even if you don't count the materials donated by ordinary believers, the amount of money sponsored by those stores alone is far more than 10 million won. If you count the donated food, Song Wenbin feels that the materials circulating through his hands are only more than 30 million won.

This was far more than the won needed to win the game, and he didn't believe that Huo Yu and Sutina could earn more money than him in a month.

However, Song Wenbin did not include the money sponsored by those merchants in his pocket. He handed over a small part of the money to the backbone of the transfer bureau, and all the rest of the money was handed over to Park Yantong for him to use to make connections.

I don't know if Park Yantong has outstanding ability or South Korea really has no taboos on this area, it didn't take long for Song Wenbin to get a civil organization certificate issued by the Ministry of Culture, Sports and Tourism of South Korea, which clearly printed the Korean language of the Transfer Bureau and stamped it.

After having permission, Song Wenbin let go of his hands and feet, and he didn't care about 3721, and held 14 consecutive rallies in a week, one at noon and one at night. The rally was no longer confined to Kowloon Village, but was spread across the neighborhoods of Seoul.

This is not difficult for him, he just changed the place to do an outdoor live broadcast, and changed the content from the luxury cars and beauties that Chinese young people love to watch to the life and death issues that middle-aged and elderly people in South Korea are concerned about, and the essence is the same.

And seeing the believers crying in the audience, happily, and feverishly raising their arms, Song Wenbin also felt that the value of his life had been reflected.

On this day, Song Wenbin came to a small stadium in Guanyue District because of the rally, after another full rally.

Song Wenbin panted and walked off the podium.

Park Yantong, who had been following him, quickly brought him a glass of water, and Song Wenbin drank the water and asked Han Gaoen, the backbone in charge of finance, "Has the number of people at this rally increased?" ”

A man dressed as a professional manager translated Song Wenbin's words to Han Gaoen, and Han Gaoen immediately raised five fingers excitedly after listening to it, chattering non-stop.

Park Yantong translated for Song Wenbin: "We have 500 more people in this rally than the last one!" If this continues, we will soon go to the Olympic Park to carry out activities!

”

Also in the Olympic Park, Song Wenbin thought to himself, this kind of thing is just for the people at the bottom to listen to the picture, but he doesn't know how to end it if it really gets bigger.

Fortunately, there is only one week left until the end of the challenge, and the gangsters will be able to return home at the end of this week.

"Remember to distribute all the supplies to those who attend the rally, don't waste it and don't be greedy for ink." Song Wenbin reminded again.

Although this is just a program challenge for him, he also sincerely hopes that Park Yantong and they can serve the people well after he leaves, sell the placebo he blended, and bring happiness to the Korean people, for this reason, he hopes that this organization can be pure.

"Got it! Big brother, we have returned the food to the believers, don't you know, those sausages and beer drinks a lot enough to open a supermarket..."Before Han Gaoen's words fell, a bald head dressed in black clothes suddenly walked quickly from a distance.

Song Wenbin's instinctive feeling was that something was wrong, because that person's aura was completely different from that of his followers, and he was also very young.

Before he could react, the man in black quickly pulled out a fruit knife from his arms and stabbed Song Wenbin in the neck.

Song Wenbin hadn't reacted yet, but Park Yantong, who had been guarding by his side, had already seen that something was wrong, and he was drinking water, and he pulled the water bottle out of his mouth and smashed a bottle of water on the man's face. At the same time, he opened his arms in front of Song Wenbin, and shouted in Korean: "Protect big brother!"

！ ”

The knife was very sharp, and in an instant, it opened a one-foot-long cut on Park Yantong's face.

It was only then that the other backbones of the transfer bureau reacted, and they shouted loudly, forming a human wall and surrounding Song Wenbin. Han Goun protected him and walked hard to the outside of the stadium.

Park Yantong went crazy, and with the help of the left and right, he pressed the man who suddenly attacked under him.

The chaos caused by the man quickly spread, and Song Wenbin turned around, unable to see anything, only the frantically moving heads and the screams of the middle-aged and elderly people around him.

"Where's Park Yantong!?" Song Wenbin shouted.

Han Gaoen didn't know what Song Wenbin was shouting, but he kept retreating under his guard.

The camera team followed behind him, shooting hungrily.

Outside the stadium, Han Gaoen pressed Song Wenbin into a Kia car. Then he got into the car, started the car with trembling hands, and drove towards their gathering place in a sweaty manner.

Song Wenbin sat here, his palms trembling, and until this time, he still hadn't reacted from the chaos just now.

In that inconspicuous second, he found himself so close to death. That guy, who was a complete stranger, actually wanted to kill him.

"Where's Park Yantong?" Song Wenbin asked again.

The backbone sitting in the car was also sweating profusely, and none of them answered Song Wenbin's question, not because they didn't want to answer Song Wenbin, but because they didn't know Park Yantong's situation at the moment.

The car drove to a modest rental house near Kowloon Village and stopped. After the development of his career, Park Yantong's team rented a house for Song Wenbin and did not let him live in the slums of Kowloon Village, which also became the office of the transfer bureau.

After arriving at the place, Han Gaoen took the lead in getting out of the car and opened the car door for Song Wenbin. A group of backbones took the lead and protected Song Wenbin in the middle, and they nervously observed around and escorted him upstairs.

It wasn't until they entered the office that the group relaxed. But before Song Wenbin could breathe a sigh of relief, Han Gaoen took out two handfuls of cooking from the kitchen and distributed them to the backbone, and a group of people stood at the door and window of the transfer bureau, looking out as if they were facing a great enemy.

Seeing these people who met in Pingshui holding pans, kitchen knives and mops to protect him, Song Wenbin couldn't laugh, he only felt that his body was extremely heavy, leaning on the chair and letting out a long sigh, he had an incomparably headache.

I don't know how long later, Park Yantong came back with two photographers, he had a gauze hastily tied to his face, and as soon as he entered the door, he rushed to Song Wenbin's side and squatted down beside him.

"Big... Eldest brother... Are you alright..."

Song Wenbin looked at him in a panic, sad and distressed, he touched the gauze on Pu Yantong's face and asked, "How is the injury?" ”

"I'm fine, it's nothing." Park Yantong saw that Song Wenbin was fine, so he breathed a long sigh of relief.

The other backbones on the side gathered over and discussed it with gossip. Some are indignant, others are worried.

After seeing that Park Yantong was fine, Song Wenbin calmed down uncharacteristically at this time, he clapped his hands, and the transfer bureau quickly quieted down, and everyone gathered around him.

Song Wenbin asked Park Yantong, "Where is that person now?" ”

"I took him to the police."

"Good." Song Wenbin praised it, and then asked, "Is it someone from another sect?" ”

"Nothing can escape the eyes of the eldest brother."

Park Yantong said softly, he took out a bright red piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Song Wenbin.

A sentence was handwritten in Chinese on the scrap of paper.

"Stop all your meetings at once, or die."

There is no signature or signature, only on the back of the piece of paper, there is a square inside a ring, and the square has a cross inside, which at first glance looks like a tablecloth.

"Is this...?"

"This is the emblem of Xintiandi." Park Yantong said softly: "I searched on that person, and before the murderer was handed over to the police, let me hand over this letter to you." ”

The backbone looked down at the mark behind the paper, and the atmosphere in the office was oppressive.

"Shincheonji is a well-known sect around Seoul." Park Yantong said in a low voice, "There is a lot of power. ”

Song Wenbin was silent.

He came to Seoul just to shoot a show, and he didn't expect the people here to welcome him like this. Heads or tails.

"Big brother... What should I do..."Park Yantong asked softly.

The backbone also looked at Song Wenbin, holding their breath, waiting for his answer.

Song Wenbin just shook his head, "Don't do it." ”

Park Yantong looked at him in surprise.

Song Wenbin touched Park Yantong's shoulder and said, "Since such a thing happened today, it means that our expansion has encountered obstacles. When we encounter an obstacle, we either move it away or spare it, and we are now weak and weak. I don't have the right to argue with others, so let's stop for the time being. ”

Park Yantong was taken aback, his eyes widened unwillingly, and he said, "But big brother! I can't bear how dare they do this to you!

”

The other backbones on the side also nodded one after another, filled with righteous indignation, and shouted something. They are all young people, and when they suddenly experience such a thing, the more they think about it, the more angry they become.

Although Song Wenbin couldn't understand Korean, he could guess what they meant from their demeanor.

He shook his head and said to Park Yantong: "You don't have to feel humiliated for me, my time in Seoul is short, and soon, I will leave here and return to China." ”

Song Wenbin pointed to the photographer on the side and said to Park Yantong: "From the beginning, I didn't lie to you, I hope you can understand." ”

Park Yantong's face instantly faded from all blood and turned pale, and he looked at the photographers with cameras on his side, these people were so silent that he even ignored their existence.

Song continued: "Although we have kicked the iron plate, it is as we continue to expand. But in Kowloon Village, this is our basic plate. As long as you take good care of this place, it won't be a problem for you to be well-off......"

Song Wenbin's words fluttered involuntarily in Park Yantong's ears, sometimes far and sometimes near. For most of the half month with Song Wenbin, it was like an unreal dream, full of energy and hope every day. This kind of time flies so fast, so fast that Park Yantong doesn't even realize that the dream is waking up one day.

"No... No... No—" he began to speak incoherently.

Song Wenbin sat up straight, looked into his eyes seriously, and said, "After I leave, the Transfer Bureau can still exist." I think you have kept the records of my speeches, so keep them and continue to operate them in my own way. Remember, don't ......"

"Nope!

Park Yantong interrupted Song Wenbin loudly.

At this moment, this peer, who had met by chance for only half a month, knelt down in front of Song Wenbin again. Not only did he kneel, but even Han Gaoen and the other backbones also knelt in front of Song Wenbin at this moment.

Song Wenbin was shocked, now the camera is still filming, what is the matter with being kneeled by so many people at once.

"Get up! Stand up! Song Wenbin said loudly: "Don't kneel!"

”

But this time, Park Yantong, who had always been obedient to him, didn't listen to him, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were already hazy with tears, and he cried out: "Big brother, you can't leave us, if you leave, what are we going to do, and how will our transfer bureau operate!"

”

Song Wenbin: "Didn't I tell you?" After I leave, the transfer bureau can continue to operate, but you have to secretly accumulate strength and capital......"

"Nope!

”

Park Yantong lay on the ground, looked at Song Wenbin with tears in his eyes, and shouted: "I don't want those things, big brother, haven't you seen it after so many days in Seoul, we are all hopeless people!"

We're just a bunch of rubbish!

A group of worthless walking dead, only if you are by our side, we can see hope!

”

As he spoke, Park Yantong hugged Song Wenbin's thighs tightly, choked up and begged incoherently: "Big brother, don't leave us, stay, help us, help us people who can't see hope." ”