Arriving at an unusually luxurious office, Huo Yu saw a middle-aged man sitting on a giant mahogany table wearing a casual shirt, all white, and gold-rimmed glasses.
Seeing Huo Yu come in, he smiled slightly, stood up and extended his hand to Huo Yu: "Hello, Jin Zairong."
Huo Yu stepped forward and shook hands with Kim Jae-yong.
After the two sat down in the tea room, Kim Jae-yong said: "I already know about you. To be honest, we would be very happy if we could cooperate with Seal in business. But I don't have the job of security director. Not sure you’re up to it.”
Huo Yu frowned and said, "I have served as the security director of Seal for four years. I believe in my professionalism."
"No, I'm not questioning your ability, Director Huo. I'm just saying that our situation here may be more complicated than you think." The man said, lighting a cigar.
"What do you say?" Huo Yu asked.
"Seoul is not very... stable these days." Kim Jae-yong played with his cigar and said slowly: "Recently, there are always some gangsters and thieves who come to our park to steal things."
Huo Yu was stunned and immediately said: "Leave this kind of matter to me, and I will make sure they don't show up again."
Jin Zaiyong raised his hand, stopped Huo Yu, and said: "If that's all, it's okay. You also know that a company as big as ours must have a good corporate culture so that it can operate normally, Huo Yu Director, you can definitely understand, right?"
"Of course." Huo Yu said.
"It's just that recently, there have been some problems with the motivation of our employees within the company." Kim Jae-yong said with a frown.
"Positivity?"
"Yes. Seoul is a... well, a place where religion is very free. Although this is very free, it will always affect the normal operation and development of our company. According to my understanding, some employees may have been secretly involved recently. Some tend to believe in religion. This is something that our company’s senior management does not want to see. Moreover, many of them are not so clean, so we must strictly investigate all kinds of outsiders.”
"I am an atheist." Huo Yu said directly.
"Oh, I'm not talking about you. On the contrary, I believe in the seal's vision. But if you are the security director, we don't want to see these things." Kim Jae-yong said seriously.
Huo Yu stood up and said, "Give me a month, and I will definitely build your company into a fortress-like existence."
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Night comes again.
Song Wenbin felt very bad. After another day of hard work, his finger injury inevitably began to worsen. Sometimes, he would suffer severe pain just by bending it a little.
However, when he finally waited until night, when he thought he could find a clinic to have a look, the boss Li Dazhong called him.
"Hey! Chinese boy, come with me to purchase goods." He shouted in an instructive voice.
Song Wenbin looked at the work schedule in the store and said, "It's time to get off work now."
As soon as he said these words, Li Dazhong blew his beard and glared: "Siba, you brat, do you know how to be grateful!? If we hadn't taken you in, you wouldn't be floating around now. You only have two meals a day. Feeding you, is this how you repay me?"
Song Wenbin frowned. There is no doubt that compared to the wife of the boss, the boss Li Dazhong is an extremely difficult guy to serve. Even though there are many trivial matters, his mouth is still extremely broken.
"It's okay to go, but I don't have a place to stay at night, so you have to pay me your wages." Song Wenbin said.
"Siba, you brat! Stop it and come with me to deliver the goods!"
Seeing that her husband was angry, the proprietress hurriedly came out of the kitchen. She wiped her hands, secretly stuffed fifty yuan into Song Wenbin's hand, and said, "Don't talk too much, go quickly. There aren't many things."
Feeling that there was an extra piece of paper in his hand, Song Wenbin felt better and said, "Don't rush me, just go now."
He got on the boss's van, and Li Dazhong got in cursing. The van started and drove all the way to Chengdong District.
Although Li Dazhong was rude, Song Wenbin didn't hate him much. In the final analysis, he was not a real worker stationed in Korea. For him, this was just a filming assignment. Whether Li Dazhong scolded him or yelled at him, it only lasted a month. As long as he gets the three hundred thousand, he doesn't care about one hundred Li Dazhong.
On the way, after Li Dazhong cursed a few words, he saw that Song Wenbin had always been submissive, and he was a little at a loss what to say. Rolling his eyes, he asked: "Hey, Mr. Song, where in China are you from?"
Song Wenbin briefly talked about the address.
Li Dazhong immediately understood: "S city over there has been developing well recently. I guess a lot of old houses have been demolished."
"Well, it should have been removed a lot." Song Wenbin arranged the gauze on his hand and said absently.
"Has your house been demolished?"
Song Wenbin was stunned. It seemed that his hometown had indeed been demolished many years ago. At that time, he remembered that it seemed that high-voltage lines were being built. The government moved the village and built a village community in a nearby town.
"Tear it down." Song Wenbin said.
"Did those people give your family money?" Li Dazhong asked with squinting eyes.
"It seems...no..."
Song Wenbin said that his grandparents had passed away a long time ago, and his family also bought a house in the city. At that time, his uncle did not ask for the demolished house, and if he did, no one would live in it.
At this moment, Li Dazhong suddenly became excited. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket with trembling hands, smoked and cursed loudly. Smoking while cursing, the filthiness of his words is unbearable.
Song Wenbin glanced at the photographer following behind him and thought that it was a good thing that the photographer couldn't come in to take pictures. If he did, the show would be gone in a minute.
From Li Dazhong's scolding, Song Wenbin probably knew that he was also a Chinese before. Because he was dissatisfied with the lack of money given by the government for house demolition, he ran to South Korea to survive in anger and even changed his name.
After scolding for half an hour, Li Dazhong didn't feel comfortable, but Song Wenbin was quite friendly. It's like seeing the same kind of people.
When the two of them were transporting goods at the place of purchase, he even took the initiative to share one-third of the goods.
After moving the goods, Song Wenbin's hand hurt even more. He couldn't wait to see a doctor. But Li Dazhong did not drive the car back. On the contrary, he drove the car towards Gangnam District in Seoul.
Song Wenbin didn't know what Li Dazhong was going to do, so he asked, "Is this the way back?"
Li Dazhong smiled, threw a cigarette to Song Wenbin, and said, "You brat, you are lucky today. I will take you to see the world."
Song Wenbin found it funny and thought that a dog-like person was worthy of showing him the world.
But he didn't show it either, just silent.
Not long after, the broken van drove to a street in Jiangnan District, which was full of lights and entertainment. The people coming and going are all young and beautiful girls. They are wearing scantily clad clothes and carrying bags, wandering around the street boredly. And the strange thing is that most of them have lollipops in their mouths.
Whenever some well-dressed men pass by, the women wandering around on the road will take out the lollipops in their mouths and put them near the men's mouths.
Even though he was rejected, he didn't feel annoyed and stuffed the lollipop back into his mouth.
If the man took a bite, the woman would reach out with a smile, take the man's arm, and start walking side by side.
"Look, those women."
Li Dazhong was sitting in the car, staring lewdly at the women walking around outside, and said, "I'll give you the lollipops they've eaten. If you take them, you can follow them to have fun once. That feeling, tsk Tsk tsk….”
Song Wenbin looked at these young girls on the street expressionlessly, feeling helpless in his heart. When reality hits us without any pretense, those who face it may just sigh. But once upon a time, those brilliance in blood and fire have long been obliterated by time and become a faint sigh in history.
"That's it." He said softly.
"You won't see this scene in China," Li Dazhong said proudly.
"Indeed...I can't see..." Song Wenbin said softly.
His ten-year outdoor live broadcast career was directly reduced to a lollipop in South Korea, which amazed him.
"How is it? Is South Korea more free?" Li Dazhong asked with a smile.
"Haha." Song Wenbin smiled and did not answer.
"If you ask me, you should also withdraw your Chinese nationality and join South Korea, just like me." Li Dazhong suddenly said excitedly.
Song Wenbin glanced at him and said nothing.
In his opinion, Seoul is almost the same as a county in China. Maybe the people here are rich, but it's just a rich and crowded county, nothing more.
"That kind of place is boring. Look at these beauties. As long as you have money, you can sleep wherever you want. It's up to you to choose and have fun. There are no scruples at all, and no one cares about you." Li Dazhong said: "It's not much happier than in China. Already?"
"I can't afford it." Song Wenbin said calmly, "I am a poor man."
"What's wrong with that?" Li Dazhong said carelessly: "I worked here for a month and came here to relax for a few days. There are many people here. I have many friends..."
"Is the friend you are talking about yourself?" Song Wenbin interrupted him impatiently. He really didn't want to waste time in this place anymore, he wanted to see a doctor.
Although Song Wenbin's tone remained calm, Li Dazhong was very sensitive to Song Wenbin's impatience. This made him narrow his eyes, stare at Song Wenbin dangerously, and ask, "Are you Wu Mao?"
Song Wenbin looked at his boss's serious look, and suddenly felt a strong sense of disgust in his heart. It took him a full three seconds to resist the urge to slam the car door on his face and said calmly: "I have to discuss this big matter with my family."
Li Dazhong looked Song Wenbin up and down, the corner of his mouth twitched several times, and then sneered: "Besides being a coward, if you have such courage, you can achieve great things, just work at the bottom for the rest of your life!"
After that, he opened the car door suddenly and said: "Get out!
"
Song Wenbin said, "Where should I go?"
"It doesn't matter where you go!" Li Dazhong said impatiently.
Song Wenbin got out of the car for no apparent reason. Li Dazhong stepped on the steering wheel and drove away, leaving Song Wenbin alone on the street.
He stood blankly on the street.
A lollipop was brought to his mouth.
He opened the lollipop, stared in the direction where the van disappeared, and uttered two words from his mouth.
"Idiot!"
