At nine o'clock in the evening, Quan Ningyi was talking to people at an art cocktail party on Linyin Road. This was his fifteenth cocktail party since he returned to Seoul from Hong Kong last week.

There is no way, this is the profession of brokerage. On the one hand, it is easy to make money. After all, a business has been negotiated, and I don’t know how much real money has been obtained in minutes. But on the other hand, there are many places that need to be managed. It is common to spend all kinds of social occasions for thirty days a month and till now.

In fact, one of Quan Ningyi's own records is that he had a drink and nightclub for more than 40 consecutive days. During that period, he went from Los Angeles to Xiangjiang, from Xiangjiang to Seoul, and was in every way. He really said that he could accompany the Jade Emperor and the Beggars in Suzhou. But there was no way. The profession of broker was to try to master more information, and then tie up bridges and gain benefits for all kinds of people in asymmetric information exchange. In a sense, communication is one of their basic tasks.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that when he received the call from Hyoyeon, Quan Ning made a wise choice without thinking. He pressed the call and continued to communicate with the two artists in front of him... The reason is of course very simple. The two people in front of him are very valuable, and they obviously want to really buy a business and work hard. Maybe things will be done tonight! As for Hyoyeon, to be honest, he met the other party and asked for an entry point, hoping to establish an interpersonal network with the artists of the entire S.m company. Now he has successfully cut in. Although he has not yet made it completely, the value of Kim Hyoyeon has also dropped significantly.

"If you really want to be in the hotel industry," Kwon Ning held up his phone with one hand and continued to hold his wine glass and cheered. "Whether it is Hong Kong, Seoul, or Jeju Island, I have options here, but I especially recommend choosing Jeju Island. There are some things that need not be said. There are so many tourists in mainland China now and the tourism market is so popular. The so-called people are stupid and have a lot of money. Many people want to mix things up, but they are alone. Those with industry experience have no funds, and those with funds have no way..."

"Mr. Kwon." At this moment, the beautiful female artist named Song Ji Hyo suddenly interrupted the other party with a smile. "Don't you have to answer the phone? Why did I see the name of Hyoyeon, a Girls Generation, just now? Are you not afraid that she will get angry when you hang up her phone like this?"

"It's okay." Quan Ning Yiqing knew that he had met Xiaoyeon's acquaintance, but his face remained unchanged. "Hyeon and I are good friends, so she should have asked me to go out for fun... Why, you guys are also familiar with Xiaoyeon?"

Gary and Song Ji Hyo looked at each other, and both sides saw something from each other's eyes.

"Mr. Quan also does Girls' Generation business?" Gary asked seriously. "They have accumulated a good fortune, and their brand image is a golden sign, but everyone is in the contract, right? Some investment projects are very sensitive. It is difficult to explain to the s.m company if you do this?"

If you want to make money, you have to follow the rules in everything. This is what Koreans hate the most! Quan Ning cursed in his heart, but he still smiled: "Mr. Jiang was joking. How could I let them invest with the company? Think about it, I am a Korean-American, Hong Kong, South Korea, and the United States, and I have no foundation. I am just a kind-hearted and rich. And because I mainly do business in the entertainment industry, I have clear rules in the entertainment industry. How could local snakes like s.m easily provoke? In fact, although I helped them with some projects, all cooperation was approved by s.m company..."

"Who are Mr. Kwon familiar with Girls' Generation?" Song Ji Hyo suddenly interrupted the other party with a smile again.

"Hyeon, Pani, Sooyoung...and, and that Miss Jeong Sooyeon." Quan Ning gave a few names after a moment of thought.

"Are you familiar with Xika?" Gary's expression became strange, and his expression was always very strange, and the other party didn't notice it for a while.

"Of course." Quan Ning was immediately excited and his title changed. "Mr. Jiang, you know, after all, I came back from the United States, and I naturally have some common topics with Miss Sika, so although I met for a while, I soon got to see him... I really want to hear that Mr. Jiang, you are also very familiar with Miss Sika?"

"Mr. Quan, please go and answer the phone!" Song Ji Hyo glanced at Gary with a strange expression, and then smiled and reminded the man opposite again. "The girl's phone number should be more respectful."

Quan Ningyi noticed something was wrong. He instinctively thought that Kim Hyoyeon had a close relationship with the two in front of him, or that Ms. Song Ji-hyo was jealous, but it was useless to think too much about it. It would be the most direct way to answer the phone and ask the question.

So he apologized slightly and stepped outside. Just two minutes later, the young man who was very active in the Seoul entertainment industry recently came back with a blush on his face.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with Hyoyeon looking for Mr. Kwon?" Song Ji-hyo asked curiously.

"Oh." Quan Ning lowered his head and apologized with joy. "Two, I'm so sorry today. I didn't expect Mr. Kim Jong-ming to suddenly want to see me. This is really..."

"Go!" Song Ji Hyo urged indifferently. "Don't worry about us, talk again if you have time... and say hello to Zhong Ming for us."

"Sure." Quan Ning couldn't wait to turn around and leave, and took two steps but suddenly turned around. "Why don't you go together? I think I remember that the two are also quite familiar with Mr. Kim Jong-ming? They are the kind who are good at the same variety show, right?"

"It's a variety show, and it's going to be recorded tomorrow morning." Gary shook his head quickly. "In other words, we will see him tomorrow morning. Why do we still go to him today? It won't delay you from talking about the main business..."

Quan Ning didn't have time to think too much, so he quickly left with a look of longing.

By the way, if I really can seize this opportunity to get to know the big crocodile and have a business done, I will never have to worry about that whole life!

"Let's go back!" Song Ji-hyo smiled at the other party's somewhat disobedient back.

"Ah." Gary also nodded repeatedly. "I'll record the program tomorrow, so I'll have to go to bed early today."

Kwon Ning only returned to Seoul last year, and then went to Hong Kong immediately. He spent much more time in Hong Kong than Seoul, so he has been a little confused about the situation in South Korea. In fact, if his understanding of the Korean entertainment industry can reach half of the level of Hong Kong, then with his sensitivity, he will definitely get more information from the reactions of the two artists just now.

But unfortunately, he didn't, so he came to the nightclub at the address given by Hyoyeon in Apgujeong without warning.

When I walked into the nightclub, the situation I saw was exactly the same as Quan Ningyi imagined: the upper floor was very lively but there were ordinary guests, and the lower floor that the waiter who came to greet him was simply blocked by the security personnel in suits and ties. After following the waiter, there was an oversized luxurious private room with beautiful young men and women, music, dance floor, and all kinds of wine...

When Quan Ning looked carefully, he immediately had a certain understanding of the people in the room based on his social experience. First of all, the young men and women who account for the majority of the private room should be actors either. This should be a typical gathering of young people in the entertainment industry. However, if you taste it carefully, you will feel that all the young people seem to be a little restrained. Some are singing but not let go of singing, some are dancing, but they look outside the dance floor from time to time, some are drinking but they are siping, let alone someone will take a bottle of wine to the dance floor like the legendary gd. Not to mention that there will be people who will take a bottle of wine to the dance floor with a bottle of wine like the legendary gd.

And if you continue to look, you will find that the source of tension that really makes these artists who are easily unrestrained is on a large table in the middle of the room, where several middle-aged men with serious and imposing figures are staring at these artists with fierce expressions. But what is interesting is that although these middle-aged people are vaguely incompatible with the surrounding environment, they have been sitting there honestly and dare not speak out directly to chase people... In short, all this implies that there is indeed a real big figure here, layer by layer, making everyone forced to suppress themselves.

So who is this person? I know without asking.

In short, following the instinct of a broker, Quan Ningyi could not wait. He adjusted his state a little, then stood at the door and pressed his phone quietly. Sure enough, Hyoyeon immediately stepped out of nowhere to greet him, and took him in with a strange expression. Then he saw the real owner of this place, Kim Jong-ming.

"Oppa, I'll introduce it to you." Hyoyeon took Quan Ningyi to the big table. Kim Jong-ming was sitting on the front seat with his back facing the door, as if he was waiting for something, and he seemed to be staring at the room with bright lights and wine. "This is the one you want to meet Quan Ningyi, he is..."

"I know." Before Hyoyeon finished speaking, Kim Jong-ming came to his senses and nodded with a smile. "Okay Hyoyeon, you go and do your business. Just chat with Mr. Quan."

Hyoyeon is naturally not impossible, and even feels a little relaxed.

"Mr. Kim Jong-ming, I have long admired Daqi." As soon as Hyoyeon left, Kwon Ningyi immediately bent down respectfully in accordance with Korean etiquette. "This is not a polite word. In the United States, you have been famous among our Koreans for a long time. Everyone regards you as pride..."

"Mr. Quan Ningyi, I have been hiding for a long time." Kim Jong-ming sat sideways on the chair and looked at the person with interest. "This is not a polite word, and I'm not even hiding it. I was a little excited when I heard your name this afternoon!"

Quan Ningyi was a little overwhelmed: "You were joking..."

"I wasn't joking." Kim Jong-ming smiled and shook his head. "No matter this, Mr. Quan, sit down first, relax, let's talk slowly..."

"Let's sit here." As he spoke, a little girl on Jin Zhongming's right hand took the initiative to pull away the chair beside him.

"Thank you Miss Krystal." Quan Ningyi actually recognized Zheng Ermao, which made the man sitting in the first place unable to help but raise his eyebrows.

"I'll introduce you to you." After raising his eyebrows, Kim Jong-ming smiled and said to the people on the table. "This is Mr. Kwon Ng-yi, from the United States, and now he is the CEO of the entertainment department of the Korean and American multinational company CCP. He has a wide connection in Hong Kong and the United States. Mr. Kwon, here are several senior executives of the entertainment company who happened to be nearby today, President Kim Young-min of S.M., President Park Jin-young of JYP, the sweating profusely was Yang Hyun-soo of YG company who had just arrived, President Hong and Vice President Choi of our UB, and the new Vice President Kim Kwang-soo..."

Quan Ning quickly stood up and said hello to the serious middle-aged people.

"What kind of business does Mr. Quan do?" Before he could sit down again, the vice president Cui, who had always had a dark face, couldn't help but frown. "Why don't I have any impression of the Korean and American multinational companies engaged in the entertainment industry?"

"Vice President Choi." Kim Young-min, who was standing aside, explained to Choi Jin-ho leisurely. "P is a financial investment company, which is very influential among Korean investors in the United States. If you guess correctly, it should be an investment fund created by a group of Korean-American wealthy people. Mr. Quan came to Asia to be responsible for the entertainment department. Oh, he also worked in an American investment bank before and was considered a professional!"

"Investors from the United States?" Cui Zhenhao became even more confused. "Although the Korean entertainment market is booming, it is not short of funds. Moreover, we do not have high demand for the US market, so how can we share the cake with the US side?"

"Who knows?" Kim Kwang-soo suddenly smiled and said nothing. "Maybe someone is dissatisfied with the status quo, so he wants to mess up the water, so he deliberately attracts external forces to get involved? President Kim Young-min is so aware of it. Could it be that S.M has dealt with the United States, right?"

"Vice President Kim Kwang-soo is thinking too much." Kim Young-min added to the sub-word. "I know Mr. Kwon Nye-yi, but because recently many artists of his sub-art have told us that someone is cheating money from them to invest in various messy projects..."

Now, the presidents and others had wonderful faces. They were called by Kim Jong-ming. They first saw such a strange nightclub scene, and then they saw the other party introduce this person so seriously. They thought it was a big deal? Someone even thought to Kim Kwang-soo. This is what the S.M company wants to use the capital from the United States to destroy the entertainment industry that Kim Jong-ming's dominant, and then they are taken and questioned!

Unexpectedly...

"I didn't expect that I was just a broker who made money from artists?!" Kim Kwang-soo laughed dryly, but his attitude became worse and worse.

Most of the others are like this, and they are relieved but they are inevitably bad at the same time. It should be noted that if those capital forces like wolves are tigers and wolves to them, then such brokers who rely on dealing with artists are typical rats. Logically speaking, these people are urging wealthy artists to invest or open stores, of course, there is no problem, but this kind of business behavior often involves the image of the artist himself, and similar hidden wealth has always belonged to the core interests of brokerage companies, which can easily cause conflicts between these brokers and brokerage companies.

However, even so, it is difficult if you want to drive these rats away, because this behavior cannot avoid the artists in the middle. One bad thing is to beat them up. At that time, the broker will pat their butts and leave, but what should I do if the agency that has worked hard to cultivate artists?

The four words "sucking a mouse and being afraid of a weapon" are really vivid.

On this side, a group of entertainment company bosses had no good expressions and just wanted to tell people to chase people. But on the other side, Quan Ningyi still maintained a polite and smile. After all, as an excellent broker, he was the most basic ability to do whatever he wanted. Besides, he knew very well that only one Jin Zhongming was the one who really kept his word in this room today, and it didn't matter if this group of people was angry.

"Don't do this." After listening to it for a while, Kim Jong-ming finally spoke. "Mr. Quan, don't care. In fact, brokers are not derogatory in my opinion, because as long as the information asymmetry does not change for a day, this industry is a good business, and it is a necessary business. If you don't come, someone else will come... To put it bluntly, isn't banks essentially also a broker for depositors and enterprises? Isn't my shopping platform also a broker for merchants and customers? Faebook is now a website that is a major global website, but does this company have any content producer? That's also a broker. All platform-style companies are brokers, and brokers are the most traditional brokers, right? So the so-called brokers are nothing more than acting as gears in the chain of interests, collecting some money in proportion, and everyone is essentially the same."

"Mr. Jin is right." Quan Ning nodded quickly and agreed. "That was what I thought when I left the investment bank. The chain of interests was there. Those big enterprises, big banks and big platforms were big gears. We who fought alone and small enterprises were naturally small gears. They were also to make the chain of interests change more easily. Of course, it was just to make more profits for ourselves. This cannot be denied in any case."

"That's what I said." Some people were still angry. "But some brokers always unconsciously prying corners..."

"Don't generalize with a single thing..." Kim Jong-ming comforted with a smile.

The two sides finally started to have a lively chat, but at this moment, an orange suddenly flew over the table, causing the few people who were talking to be stuck there. Everyone looked at each other and it was a good thing that Zheng Ermao did, and Chu Long, who was hit, could only embarrassingly put the orange away.

"Okay, I just..." Jin Zhongming's mouth twitched for a moment, and he had to speak helplessly to smooth things over. Then another orange flew over the table in front of him, and then fell into Chu Long's arms. Now he really couldn't pretend to be unable to see it. "Ermao, what are you doing? Didn't you see us talking?"

"Nothing." Krystal looked excited while showing an indifferent look. "Wood, keep going."

"You really want me to pour the ice into Chulong's arms and then use the banana to paste your face?" Jin Zhongming asked angrily.

Krystal was slightly stunned: "What are you going to do this?"

"I knew you were reading comics!" Jin Zhongming was speechless, and then suddenly slapped the table and gave orders loudly. "What, stop the music and the lights, and then you all go upstairs to play. Chu Long and Sister Zhaoyan also took Ermao up... Don't let her disturb us about the matter."

As soon as these words were spoken, the bosses and artists present breathed a sigh of relief... This is the normal Kim Jong-ming. To be honest, unlike Quan Ning, who thinks this private room is so natural, the artists and entertainment company owners who were called here by Krystal near Apgujeong were actually frightened, because the atmosphere in this place is so bad Kim Jong-ming!

In this way, all the artists retreated. Krystal was dragged away by Chu Long in dissatisfaction. The bright lights and wine in the private room disappeared in an instant, and only some noises came from the big place above his head... But compared to before, it was much quieter.

"What the hell is going on?" Cui Zhenhao, who was a little relaxed, couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing." Kim Jong-ming replied awkwardly. "Ermao was fascinated by reading the comic called "The Veteran". I said I wanted to calm people as soon as I met. She made such a mess of things for me according to the situation in the comic. According to the plot in the comic, she just threw oranges around, so I should have taken the opportunity to use fruit to make her stand out... But how can this kind of thing be done? That is, I was always worried at night, so she let her make a fool of herself, which made you laugh."

"It sounds quite interesting." Park Jin-young smiled and said. "I'll go to look for that comic when I go back, but it's been a long time since you've lost your composure, and it's really rare for you to lose your composure... Who do you want to see? It's so much that you lose your composure?"

"Yes." Kim Kwang-soo also agreed. "Jong Ming, you are... talking big now. It's not like this if Lee Kun-hee is coming to visit, right?"

"So I'll make you laugh." Kim Jong-ming laughed. "I kept telling others that Kim Jong-ming is Kim Jong-ming. It's past the period of using pretending to build a model to make a fortune for myself. But sometimes, a little inadvertent psychological touch can easily make people lose control. To put it bluntly, I'm still young and have not cultivated enough concentration, but I've been suffering all night! Let's do it here today. Let's talk about it if you have time. Mr. Quan and I have to say a few words separately..."

Although they didn't know who Kim Jong-ming wanted to see and left in a mess, everyone stood up more and more quickly. Then before they left, they were either comforting, flattering or confusing, and they seemed lively while relieved.

But gradually, as these people left one by one, the entire underground private room gradually became completely quiet. Apart from the security personnel standing at the door, only Jin Zhongming and the restless Quan Ningyi were left.

"When will that guest of Mr. Jin Zhongming arrive?" Quan Ning asked with a gritted bullet. He was still unwilling to believe that the person was himself. "If you are going to talk to that person about important things, is it not suitable for me to stay here, right?"

"There are no other guests." Jin Zhongming took half a glass of wine in one breath, then exhaled, then narrowed his eyes and looked at Quan Ningyi. "Mr. Quan, you are the one who made me feel uneasy all night... To be honest, you should be proud. I have really not been so ruthless for many years."

Quan Ning was sweating profusely. Years of exercise in social occasions made him feel a little bad atmosphere, but why? Why did such a big shot focus on him?

"Let me introduce myself again, I am Kim Jong-ming." Kim Jong-ming did not leave room for the other party to continue thinking. "You are Quan Ningyi, right?"

"certainly."

"Then we finally meet!"

"Yes, we finally met... But Mr. Jin, I really don't understand!" Quan Ningyi suddenly wanted to cry.

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