"We have very low requirements." After saying the previous sentence in a hurry, the fat Zhao Lianghao was already out of breath. "The Cui family, Xin family, my family, and even our groups have other shareholders. They are all old men and old ladies. There are many children and grandchildren, and some are girls of the right age. You must be beautiful, and you must be gentle and gentle. As long as you choose any one to get married, we can rest assured, and you can feel at ease... Why not do it?"

"President Zhao." Kim Jong-ming laughed. "Why do I listen to what you mean? Could it be that I want to push Jiang Min-kyung out again? I'm being fucked by you now, and I'm all tired of this name..."

"Jiang Min-kyung is OK, Lao Jiang's granddaughter, although why not? The key is not which one you like, nor which one you like. Even if you are really annoyed, then you can just marry and separate and then continue to live with your little girlfriend. We just hope to see you use this method to submit a letter of fame to this circle!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Lianghao became panting again.

"Then I'll just say it." After hearing this, Kim Jong-ming stopped hesitating, but simply stood up and put on his shoes, and walked to the edge of the pavilion. "I will trade the letter of honor, but not for you!"

Zhao Lianghao's face turned completely dark: "What does Zhong Ming mean?"

"It's what President Zhao thought." Kim Jong-ming picked up a golf umbrella placed next to the pavilion, but did not spread it open, but stood on the edge of the steps with an umbrella. "First of all, you don't have to worry about who I marry as a wife. Secondly, as a member of Korean movies, I will definitely stand firm and insist on taking the lead in criticizing the chaebols..."

"Why are you...why?"

"President Zhao, we have been talking for a long time. Have you noticed that you still have a question that you didn't answer me?" Kim Jong-ming continued to respond with an umbrella. "It's that... why can't I dominate this industry? Tell me, why can't I be the emperor of Korean movies?"

Zhao Lianghao's Adam's apple moved, forming a sharp contrast with the fat falling from the circle of his neck.

"Can't answer it?" Kim Jong-ming sneered. "Then let me ask a few more questions... I instigated Lee Jae-hyun's crazy? I was the one who provoked him to fight with his father and brother? Choi Tae-won married the daughter of a former president and was a matchmaker. You Han Jin's four brothers' grudges and love and hatred dramas are directed by me? President Zhao, let me just say that you make such a request today, which means that you can't do anything to me! You can't do anything I want to do! So, a group of people who can't do anything to me, do I really think I'm a shame?!"

Zhao Lianghao took a deep breath, obviously no longer trying to speak.

"Thank you for the hospitality. For the sake of this vegetarian meal, I'll remind you again. Han Jin Shipping is no longer saved... It's not just your brother and sister's problem, but the environment is like this, it should have collapsed long ago. Just President Zhao's worth of your little one, you're just a meat bun to beat a dog. Maybe your fourth brother will find an opportunity to mock him..."

"I still don't understand." Zhao Lianghao finally recovered again. "Even if everyone hasn't had the chance to touch you in the past two years, what about two years? Are you not worried that someone will recover and settle the score with you?"

"President Zhao, some things are like heavy rain on this Changling, so you can't avoid them." Jin Zhongming frowned and replied. "So, the situation you mentioned may indeed happen, but if you are afraid before it happens, then what is that? Besides, even if it happens, as long as the foundation is stable and you walk slowly, will you definitely slide into the mountain nest?"

Speaking of this, Kim Jong-ming raised the golf umbrella that had not been opened in his hand: "Besides, I still have crutches!"

After saying that, Kim Jong-ming didn't hold an umbrella, and even walked into the rain curtain with the handle of the umbrella as a crutch. This scene made Zhao Lianghao stunned, but he could only secretly sigh that the other person was much younger than him... because compared to his old bones covered with fat, the other person could afford it no matter what.

ps: I discovered an amazing fact. I missed updates for 7 days this month, but there were still up to 155k total word count updates... So weird!
Chapter completed!