Time passed day by day, and Song Wenbin felt that his life in Seoul was gradually becoming more nourishing. The transfer bureau was expanding faster than he imagined. It was obviously just a random idea that came up with a slap on the thigh, but there was actually room for survival in this land.
Thanks to the active cooperation of Pu Yantong and other key members, they soon had more than a thousand members. There are even two local bakeries and breweries that are willing to fund Song Wenbin's rallies and let him help promote their products.
Not counting the materials donated by ordinary believers, the amount of funds sponsored by those stores alone far exceeds 10 million won. If you include the donated food, Song Wenbin feels that the materials circulating through his hands are probably more than 30 million won.
This was far more than the Korean won needed to win the game. He simply did not believe that Huo Yu and Su Tina could earn more money than him in one month.
However, Song Wenbin did not keep the money sponsored by merchants. He gave a small part of the money to the backbone of the transfer bureau, and gave all the remaining money to Pu Yantong, asking him to use it to build relationships.
I don’t know whether it was Park Yantong’s outstanding ability or South Korea really didn’t have any taboos about this. Soon, Song Wenbin got a non-governmental organization certificate issued by the Ministry of Culture, Sports and Tourism of South Korea. The certificate was clearly printed in Korean with the transfer bureau’s name. Stamped.
After getting the permission, Song Wenbin let go. He didn't care about anything, and held fourteen meetings in a row within a week, one at noon and one at night. The gathering locations are no longer limited to Kowloon Village, but are spread across various neighborhoods in Seoul.
This is not difficult for him. He just changed the location to do the outdoor live broadcast. He changed the content from the luxury cars and beauties that Chinese young people love to watch to the life and death issues that are of concern to middle-aged and elderly Koreans. The essence is the same. .
And seeing the believers crying, happy, and raising their arms enthusiastically in the audience, Song Wenbin also felt that his life value had been reflected.
On this day, Song Wenbin came to a small stadium in Gwanak District for a rally, after another rally that was full of people.
Song Wenbin walked down the stage panting.
Pu Yantong, who had been following him, quickly got him a glass of water. 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. After hearing this, Han Gaoen immediately raised five fingers excitedly and kept chattering.
Pu Yantong translated for Song Wenbin: "Our rally has 500 more people than the last rally! If this continues, we will soon go to the Olympic Park to carry out activities!
"
Returning to the Olympic Park, Song Wenbin thought to himself, the common people at the bottom can just listen to the picture and enjoy it. If it really gets big, he doesn't know how it will end.
Fortunately, there is only one week left until the end of the challenge, and the gangster will be able to return home at the end of this week.
"Remember to distribute all the supplies to those who participated in the rally. Don't waste or be greedy." Song Wenbin reminded again.
Although this is just a program challenge for him, he also sincerely hopes that Park Yantong and the others can serve the people well after he leaves, sell the placebo he prepared, and bring happiness to the Korean people. For this reason, he hopes that this The organization can be purer.
"Got it! Brother, we have returned the food to the believers. You don't know, those sausages and beer are enough to open a supermarket..." Before Han Gaoen finished speaking, a man in black clothes suddenly walked quickly from a distance. Bald.
Song Wenbin instinctively felt that something was wrong, because the man'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 Pu Yantong, who had been guarding him, had already noticed something was wrong. While he was drinking water, he suddenly pulled the water bottle out of his mouth, and smashed the bottle of water into the man's face. At the same time, he opened his arms to protect Song Wenbin and shouted in Korean: "Protect brother!"
! "
The knife was very sharp, and in an instant it opened a foot-long gash on Pu Yantong's face.
Only then did the other backbones of the transfer bureau react. They shouted loudly, formed a human wall, and surrounded Song Wenbin. Han Gaoen protected him and walked hard outside the stadium.
Pu Yantong was like crazy. With the help of his left and right, he pinned down the man who suddenly attacked.
The chaos caused by the man spread quickly. Song Wenbin turned around and could see nothing but the crazily moving heads and the screams of the middle-aged and elderly people around him.
"Where's Pu Yantong!?" Song Wenbin shouted.
Han Gaoen didn't know what Song Wenbin was shouting, so he just kept retreating to protect him.
The photography team followed behind him, taking pictures eagerly.
Arriving outside the stadium, Han Gaoen pushed Song Wenbin into a Kia car. Then he got into the car, started the car with trembling hands, and drove towards their gathering place, sweating profusely.
Song Wenbin sat here, his palms trembling constantly. Until now, he still had not reacted to the chaos just now.
In that inconspicuous second, he realized that he was so close to death. That complete stranger actually wanted to kill him.
"Where is Pu Yantong?" Song Wenbin asked again.
The skeleton crew sitting in the car were also sweating profusely. None of them answered Song Wenbin's questions. It wasn't that they didn't want to answer Song Wenbin, but that they didn't know Pu Yantong's situation at the moment.
The car drove to a simple rental house near Kowloon Village and stopped. After their career developed, Pu Yantong's team rented a house for Song Wenbin and did not let him live in the slums of Kowloon Village anymore, which also became the office of the Transfer Bureau.
After arriving at the place, Han Gaoen got out of the car first and opened the door for Song Wenbin. A group of key people came down first, protecting Song Wenbin in the middle. They looked around nervously 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 utensils from the kitchen and distributed them to a group of key personnel. A group of people stood at the door and window of the transfer station, looking outside as if facing a formidable enemy. .
Seeing these strangers protecting him with pans, knives, and mops, Song Wenbin couldn't laugh. He only felt that his body was extremely heavy. He leaned on the chair and let out a long sigh. He had a headache.
I don't know how long it took, but Pu Yantong came back with two photographers. A gauze was hastily tied on his face. As soon as he entered the door, he rushed to Song Wenbin and squatted down beside him.
"Big...brother...are you okay..."
Seeing his panic, Song Wenbin felt sad and distressed. He touched the gauze on Pu Yantong's face and asked, "How is the injury?"
"I'm fine, this injury is nothing." Pu Yantong breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw that Song Wenbin was fine.
Only then did the other backbones on the side gather together and discuss it in a flurry of discussions. Some people are filled with indignation, while others are worried.
After seeing that Pu Yantong was fine, Song Wenbin calmed down uncharacteristically. He clapped his hands, and the transfer station quickly became quiet, and everyone gathered around him.
Song Wenbin asked Pu Yantong, "Where is that person now?"
"I handed him over to the police station."
"Very good." Song Wenbin praised, and then asked: "Are they from other sects?"
"Nothing can escape the eyes of big brother."
Pu Yantong said softly. He took out a bright red piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Song Wenbin.
There was a sentence written in Chinese handwriting on the piece of paper.
"Stop all your gatherings immediately, or die."
There is no inscription or signature, only the back of the paper has a square pattern inside a circle with a cross inside the square. At first glance, it looks like a tablecloth.
"This is…?"
"This is the emblem of Xintiandi." Pu Yantong said softly: "I found it on that person. Before the murderer was handed over to the police, let me give this letter to you."
The backbone of the group looked down at the mark on the back of the paper, and the atmosphere in the office was so depressing.
"Xintianji is a famous sect around Seoul." Park Yantong said in a low voice, "It is very powerful."
Song Wenbin was silent.
He came to Seoul just to film a show. He didn't expect the people here to welcome him like this. Either positive or negative.
"Brother...what should I do..." Pu Yantong asked softly.
The backbone of the group also looked at Song Wenbin, holding their breath, waiting for his answer.
Song Wenbin just shook his head, "Nothing to do."
Pu Yantong looked at him in surprise.
Song Wenbin touched Pu Yantong's shoulder and said: "Since something like this happened today, it means that we have encountered obstacles in our expansion. When we encounter obstacles, we must either move them away or let them go. We are weak now. My power is very small. I’m not qualified to challenge others, so let’s stop for now.”
Pu Yantong was startled, his eyes widened unwillingly, and said: "But brother! I can't bear it that they dare to do this to you!
"
The other backbones on the side also nodded, filled with indignation, and shouted something. They were all young people, and when they suddenly experienced something like this, they became even more angry when they thought about it.
Although Song Wenbin couldn't understand Korean, he could completely guess their meaning from their expressions.
He shook his head and said to Pu Yantong: "You don't have to feel humiliated for me. My time in Seoul is short. Soon, I will leave here and return to China."
Song Wenbin pointed to the photographer on the side and said to Pu Yantong: "I have never lied to you from the beginning. I hope you can understand."
Pu Yantong's face instantly drained all the blood and turned pale. He looked at the photographers carrying cameras on the side. These people were so silent that he even ignored their existence.
Song Wenbin continued: "Although we have hit the wall, it is only because we continue to expand. But in Kowloon Village, this is our basic base. As long as you protect this place, it will not be a problem for you to live a well-off life. of……"
Song Wenbin's words could not help but drift in Pu Yantong's ears, sometimes far and sometimes near. Spending more than half a month with Song Wenbin was like an unreal dream, full of energy and hope every day. Time passed so quickly that Pu Yantong didn't even realize that the dream would wake up one day.
"No...no...no..." he said incoherently.
Song Wenbin sat up straight, looked into his eyes seriously, and said: "After I leave, the Transfer Bureau can continue to exist. You must also keep the records of my speeches. Keep them and follow my instructions." Continue to operate in the same way. Remember, don’t..."
"No!
"Pu Yantong interrupted Song Wenbin loudly.
At this moment, this person of the same age whom he had met by chance for only half a month knelt down in front of Song Wenbin again. Not only did he kneel down, but Han Gaoen and other key members also knelt down in front of Song Wenbin.
Song Wenbin was shocked. The camera was still filming. It didn't matter that he was kneeled down by so many people at once.
"Get up! Stand up quickly!" Song Wenbin said loudly: "Don't kneel!
"
But this time, Pu Yantong, who had always obeyed him, did not listen to him. When he raised his head again, his eyes were dim with tears, and he cried: "Brother, you can't leave us. If you leave, what will we do?" Well, how will our transfer bureau continue to 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..."
"No!
"
Pu Yantong lay on the ground, looking at Song Wenbin with tears streaming down his face, and shouted: "I don't want those things, brother, haven't you seen it after being in Seoul for so many days? We are all hopeless people!
We are nothing but a bunch of rubbish!
A group of worthless zombies, only with you by our side can we see hope!
"
As he spoke, Pu Yantong hugged Song Wenbin's thigh tightly and begged incoherently with choked sobs: "Brother, don't leave us, stay, help us, help us people who have no hope."
