Late at night, Song Wenbin followed the yellow-haired young man and walked along the dirt road toward the desolate suburbs. As they walked, the yellow-haired young man said, "My name is Pu Yantong, what's your name?"
"My name is Song Wenbin."
"Are you from China?"
"Of course, your Chinese is very good."
"I learned it myself. I have always wanted to travel to China."
Pu Yantong said: "That is my dream."
“China is worth visiting.”
Song Wenbin said softly, and he looked around. Once again, he came to Kowloon District, a desolate and dilapidated slum with garbage everywhere.
Suddenly, Park Yantong stopped. He looked alertly at the photographer holding a small camera not far away, shouting something in Korean.
Song Wenbin quickly said: "You don't have to drive them away. They are here to shoot and are my colleagues."
"Your colleagues?" Pu Yantong immediately became suspicious and asked, "What are you doing here!?"
Song Wenbin looked into Pu Yantong's eyes silently for a while, and then chose to tell Pu Yantong the truth.
Pu Yantong was stunned for a moment after hearing Song Wenbin's words, and then burst into laughter.
"No wonder you are so down and out. Ten thousand yuan is really not enough money in Seoul, but since it is a Chinese entertainment program, it doesn't matter. I don't mind others filming my life for entertainment. I just hate those who pretend to sympathize with us, but It’s just the media that doesn’t make any changes.”
As he spoke, he came to a dilapidated courtyard, opened the plastic door of the courtyard, and said, "Come in."
Song Wenbin got into the courtyard, and Pu Yantong turned on an old-fashioned incandescent lamp for him. Under the light, he could see an old motorcycle parked in the yard. The front of the motorcycle had been removed and was in pieces. .
"This way." Pu Yantong reminded him.
Song Wenbin followed him and ducked into a dilapidated house made entirely of plastic and wooden slats. The photographer also followed Song Wenbin and got in.
Inside, as well as outside, everything is made of woven plastic, except for some furniture and kitchen utensils. It was crowded, messy and cramped.
"sit."
Pu Yantong tidied up his bed and made a place for him: "As soon as you enter the door, you will go to the pit. This is my condition, don't mind."
"Why would you mind? It's much better than sleeping on the street."
Song Wenbin said: "I have been sleeping in the park for three days, and the security guards did not allow me to sleep anymore."
"How could they allow you to sleep there?"
Park Yantong said: "Seoul is an international metropolis. We locals have been kicked out, let alone you."
Pu Yantong put the noodles and wine he bought on the bed, and did not bother with the photographer. He just took out the lighter and lit a black coal briquette. Then he shook the liquefied gas tank and squatted under the iron pot to make a fire. Get angry and start boiling hot water.
"Were you kicked out too?"
"They were all kicked out of Jiulong Village," Pu Yantong said.
Song Wenbin was stunned.
"Is this surprising? In 1988, during the Seoul Olympics, the Blue House moved the poor people in the city here for the sake of image. This is an officially designated slum."
“Does this still belong to Seoul?”
"certainly."
"Then why don't you improve this place?"
Pu Yantong shrugged: "There have to be people who are poor people, just like there have to be people who are bad guys, otherwise wouldn't the police be useless?"
Song Wenbin couldn't refute it for a while, as it seemed to make some sense.
"Do you want to eat something with your photographer?" Pu Yantong asked, picking up the noodles in his hand.
"Don't worry about them, just treat them like air. They have no human needs." Song Wenbin said.
Pu Yantong smiled, set up the pot and started cooking noodles. While cooking, he said to Song Wenbin: "To be honest, I think your aura is different from ordinary people. When ordinary people see my friend, they will be scared and run away." , or you are so scared that after paying the money, you still dare to reason with them, are you really not afraid that they will beat you up?"
Song Wenbin was stunned and said: "They and I are both human beings. When meeting people, we can't do anything casually."
"The difference between man and man is greater than the difference between man and dog."
Pu Yantong said: "If I were you, I wouldn't be reasonable. I'd just beat them up. If I can't beat them, I'll pay them. Hahahaha~"
Song Wenbin also smiled when he heard this. The Korean young man he met by chance seemed to be much more optimistic than he imagined.
"Actually, this is not the first time I have come here." Song Wenbin said, "Because I had no money, I came here last time and was driven out by wild dogs."
"Then why are you back? Do you think you are destined to be here?" Pu Yantong asked.
Song Wenbin smiled, "Probably, poverty brought us together," he said.
Not long after, Pu Yantong placed two bowls of noodles in front of Song Wenbin. He opened another bottle of wine and poured Song Wenbin a glass. Song Wenbin clinked a glass with him, and the two drank it down in one gulp.
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Early next morning.
Early in the morning, Sutina sat on the subway with exquisite makeup on her face, scrolling constantly with her mobile phone.
But just like yesterday, it was another silent day, with no one replying to her resume.
On the fourth day after arriving in South Korea, she still had not found a suitable job.
This made her feel more frustrated.
However, the more this happened, the more unconvinced she became.
No matter what, get a job.
She cheered herself up secretly in her heart.
The subway stopped in front of the Namguro Labor Market. Sutina followed the flow of people out of the subway. However, as soon as she reached the vicinity of the job market, she involuntarily stopped.
There were crowds of people in front of us. A long and huge queue surrounded the entire labor market. Among them were young people, middle-aged people, and elderly people. Everyone was crowded in front of the labor market. The bustling crowd almost filled the labor market. Crowded.
After staring blankly at the huge and terrifying flow of people for a while, she turned around and walked back to the subway station.
There is no doubt that she felt that no matter how talented she was, she would not be able to express herself in a place like that. Maybe she overestimated herself, Sutina thought.
Faced with reality, she gave up the idea of being a translator. She sat on the subway and scrolled through her phone, wondering if the recruitment website had any job serving dishes in a coffee shop.
However, at this moment, someone on the subway asked softly: "Miss, can I sit here?"
Sutina looked up and saw a fat middle-aged man with a camera hanging on his chest and a mask on his mouth. He was looking at Sutina's face without blinking.
The question was in Korean and she couldn't understand it. But I can understand what he means. She silently moved aside to make room for him.
The man sat down, arranged the camera, took out a business card from his pocket, and handed it to Sutina.
Sutina, who was looking at her phone, was stunned and took the business card. The business cards were all in Korean and she couldn't understand them.
"I'm a talent scout from Set Model Company. Can I see your face?" he asked.
Sutina said in English: "I don't know Korean."
After hearing this, the man immediately switched the language and expressed it in English.
After hearing this, Sutina understood the other party's intention. She had never encountered this kind of thing in China. It's just that she has always been convinced of her talents and has always disdained this kind of work.
But after four days of eating in Seoul, she lost her domestic arrogance and just silently pulled down her mask and showed him her face.
The man's eyes lit up instantly. He didn't even care that this was a subway. He immediately squatted down and took a picture of Sutina with his camera.
Sutina frowned and pulled on her mask again.
The man took a deep breath and said, "Miss, I have been following you for a long time. To be honest, I have not seen anyone more elegant than you on this subway."
Sutina smiled and said, "Is that so? Thank you for your compliment."
She hates having people following her.
"I just saw that you went to the job market. Are you looking for a job?" the man asked.
Sutina nodded.
"That's ridiculous, miss. With your qualifications, you shouldn't work in that place anyway. Those are low-level migrant workers, hard-working poor people, and graduates of Pheasant University. That place does not belong to you."
"Where do I belong?" Sutina herself was a little confused.
"You belong to the world!" the man said decisively.
"Huh??" Sutina was puzzled.
"The oldest treasures belong to museums. The most graceful women belong to model companies." The man said seriously: "Believe me, we will package you in the most professional manner and promote you to the world. Whether you want to be a star, or Whether you want to debut as a trainee, join a variety show, or be a spokesperson for a top company in commercials, our set company will help you realize your dream!
"
Sutina felt funny in her heart. She only belonged to herself and no one else.
But it is still a job after all. She asked: "How much does your company pay a model per month?"
When it came to money, the man immediately became less enthusiastic. He scratched his head and said, "Well...it still depends on your results. If you can really do well, 5 million a month is fine..." "
5 million won
When Sutina heard this, she felt that the other party was trying to make a big deal out of her and that she was being deceived. She asked directly: "Is there a basic salary? What is the basic salary?"
The man hesitated for a long time and said hesitantly: "400,000 won..."
400,000 Korean won, converted into RMB, is about 2,000 yuan.
The price was really not high, but Sutina was tempted. At least the man didn't seem to be lying.
In the days since she came to Korea, she has spent more than 2,000 yuan. She must at least make up for this hole, otherwise her funds at the end will be less than 10,000, and she will be directly judged as a failure of the challenge.
She also believes that after entering a modeling agency, she will not live solely on the basic salary.
"Take me there," she said immediately.
