The dinner party was very strange, and the first half was very... urgent.

A large group of people are representative figures in the cultural industry, including entrepreneurs in the film industry, artists in the Korean pop industry, TV station leaders, representatives of relevant folk customs associations, artists, writers, folk cultureists, and even foreign monks and local priests, and of course all kinds of strange professors. Such a group of people should be in a mess, and will become excited and distorted because of the hot thoughts of the ruling people, and will be ready to move because of the distribution of interests.

But in fact, An Zhongfan, the host of the meeting, seemed not too much to interact with these people, nor did he give them the opportunity to play freely. He roughly explained the situation, read out the formal policy documents, and then introduced the concepts of the two institutions to everyone at the top, and left first.

The person who took over and hosted the dinner party was Kim Sang-ru. This self-introduction is said to be a university professor who was just appointed as the chief secretary of culture and education reform in the Blue House. In fact, it is not a stranger to everyone, because he became famous in the cultural world a long time ago. How did he become famous? By the way, this gentleman introduced a famous view very early, that is, as early as 2005, he insisted in his book that September 11 was a program directed and acted by Americans. The purpose was to unite the Americans and start a war.

In other words, this is one of the few progressive scholars in South Korea who see the essence of American imperialism!

Uh, how to say it? Well, no more nonsense. This is actually a very typical Korean expert, and this phenomenon of "exclusive literati" is not uncommon in Korea.

"Next, please invite the holder of the National Intangible Cultural Heritage No. 23, an expert in Gayage's loose tune and singing, and Professor Wen Zai Shu from the Department of Music of Ewha Women's University to come on stage..."

Although it was temporarily launched, it was obvious that Kim Dong-lu still put in a lot of effort. With An Jong-bang's departure, his next arrangement seemed to be more precise. He gave a speech and interpreted the policy documents in detail. Then, he even arranged for a representative of the cultural community to go on stage to speak, as if he wanted to show his deep roots in the cultural community.

In short, without saying much, with Kim Dong-lu's introduction and the warm applause from the dining tables below the stage, a fat aunt who looked amiable walked onto the stage with a smile.

"Listen to me." Unexpectedly, the affable Lihua woman professor, who had previously been kind, became serious as soon as he came on stage, and the following words were quite surprised and shocking. "The protection of Korean traditional culture is urgent!"

The warm applause rang again, no matter what, it was the right time to applause.

"It was last month." The applause gradually faded, and the fat aunt continued to talk seriously. "I attended the Gayage Music Seminar held at Yanbian University in China, but I didn't see any Korean disciple at the meeting. I was already in a heavy mood. Then when the seminar ended, I asked the Gayage players present what they were preparing for, and they actually told me that they were rehearsing for a Gayage performance that was about to break the Guinness record. Then, my heart was no longer heavy.

! Do you still remember that the Chinese had already created a record of Guinness performances of up to a thousand people in the long drums and hat-tat dance before. This time... I'm going to hide it from you, just a few days ago, I got the exact news that China has indeed successfully held a giant Gayamen of 854 people on the same stage, and also took the opportunity to designate Gayamen as China's intangible cultural heritage! Now, or at that time, I had a tragic mood that even the instruments of Gayamen were snatched away by the Chinese!"

Having said that, the aunt on the stage actually choked up, and Chief Kim Sang-ru handed over the handkerchief very gentlemanly. At the same time, the noise on the dining table below the stage gradually weakened, highlighting the tragic person on the stage.

"For a long time, the Chinese have been snatching away the representative folk culture of our Korea with the logic of 'Korean culture is part of Chinese culture', and again and again, but we are powerless." The fat aunt wiped her tears, thanked Chief Kim Sang-ru, and then continued to speak, and the more she spoke, the more excited she became. "As the protector of Gayage, I will never allow Korean Lian Gayagege to be taken away! And taking this opportunity, I will formally make suggestions to the Blue House, hoping that they will face up to the public grievances, formulate corresponding policies, and protect our traditional culture!"

The whole audience was silent at first, and then suddenly, under the leadership of Chief Kim Sang-ru standing by the side of the platform, the applause was fierce, and everyone seemed to be infected by the patriotism of the person on the stage.

"First of all, the first measure!" Perhaps because of the extraordinary infectiousness of her speech, the fat aunt began to become confident. "We want to close the road in Mingdong, where the most tourists in China, and then hold a Gayage open-air performance with at least 1,000 people participating at the same time to declare sovereignty!"

As soon as these words were spoken, noisy sounds were everywhere, and Chief Kim Sang-lu, who was standing by Taiwan, also became embarrassed.

"Cough! Cough cough!" In this case, Jin Zhongming, who was drinking water on the first table on the right side of the audience, couldn't help but cough, and the left hand wrapped in gauze broke over an empty cup without control.

"What's wrong with Zhong Ming?" A beautiful woman with elegant temperament and elegant style began to ask with concern while helping to straighten the cup.

"It's okay." Jin Zhongming, who was still staring at the stage, laughed dryly. "I was just scared by the person on the stage..."

"Don't pay attention to her." The elegant beautiful woman sneered in a low voice when she heard this. "Let me tell you, Professor Wen Zai-sook is not really stupid, but is too greedy. You can tell if you look down."

Although Kim Jong-ming didn't understand why, he didn't say much, so he could only smile and nodded... Well, although this mature beauty named Jin Yinzhu in front of him was only the first time to meet, he was a serious art professor in Seoul and a celebrity in advertising design. He was not willing to give face if he had a seniority.

On the other hand, it seemed to be a footnote to Professor Kim's words. As Kim Sang-ru's embarrassing expression slowly disappeared with the noise in the audience, the fat Professor Wen Jae-sook continued to explain her "Gaageum Culture Protection Policy". This time, she also brought props - two young girls and a man who looked familiar to Kim Jong-ming, each holding a Gaageum and walking onto the stage!

"In addition, we should also try our best to promote the commercialization and entertainment of Gayamen!" Professor Wen Zai-shu, who was still choking just now, turned into a smile like Maitreya Buddha. "Only by giving traditional folk customs enough commercial channels can the cultural tradition be passed on! Therefore, I hope that the Blue House can support me and the next generation of Gayamen inheritors, Miss Lee Se-ki, to hold a folk concert with Gayamen as the theme at the Sejong Cultural Hall in South Korea..."

As the fat aunt said, the young girl standing alone on the right side of the fat aunt immediately hugged Gaychen and bent her knees gracefully down the stage, and then another commotion arose from the audience. At the same time, Chief Kim Sang-ru, who was standing on the side of the stage, looked even more ugly. All the incidents also made Kim Jong-ming, who was staring at the male on the stage, come back to his senses, but he was a little confused and didn't understand what was going on for a while.

"Even the hosts of the Myeongdong roadshow and folk concerts, I have contacted him." As he said that, the fat Professor Wen Jae-sook turned around and grabbed a man and a woman on the other side of him. "Miss Lee Honi, an actress from Miss Korea, and Mr. Yoon Ki-sang, an actress from the famous idol...."

There was a sparse applause from the audience, and Kim Jong-ming suddenly realized that no wonder the man looked so familiar, and he turned out to be Yin Qixiang, who was born in God.

But, what's going on with this weird atmosphere?

"Didn't Zhong Ming see it yet?" Professor Jin Yinzhu next to him seemed to notice Jin Zhong Ming's confusion and couldn't help but snorted coldly. "You should take a closer look at the Miss Li Heni and Miss Li Seqi, and then look at our Professor Wen Zai-shu. Is the three of them very interesting?"

Kim Jong-ming was stunned when he heard this, and then looked carefully... You can't say that although Professor Wen Zai-shu was so fat, and his figure was distorted, it was far from the two next to him. But after looking carefully, she also had the slender eyes and high cheekbones of the two young girls beside her, which were poured out of the same mold!

"These three..." Kim Jong-ming was speechless.

"It's a mother and daughter." Before Professor Jin Yinzhu answered, another professor at Kim Jong-ming's deskmate completely revealed the mystery. "Then Li Heni was still in love with Yoon Qixiang, which was just announced to the public. Two daughters and one son-in-law, and this is a wealth of money that does not flow to outsiders. She wants to put the money supported by Gaychen culture into her own home!"

"How could this person let this guy make such a mess?" Kim Jong-ming's face became strange.

"Don't Zhong Ming understand yet?" Professor Jin Yinzhu continued to sneer. "How operable do you think is the Myeongdong Thousand People Roadshow?"

Jin Zhongming was slightly stunned, then suddenly appeared and laughed out loud.

"So, as long as the Blue House cannot hold a thousand-person roadshow in Myeongdong, I have to hold that folk concert with my nose, and then I will most likely have to take the opportunity to make sure that the inheritor of Gayachen is her daughter!" Another person on the table mocked him. "Anyway, the hat of national justice has been put on, so Kim Sang-ru must pinch his nose and agree to one, right? Just think it's tampering her..."

"Why did you think the Blue House choose this kind of person as a cultural representative?" Another person shook his head. "Men Zai-shu's greed is famous..."

"The woman who is too old to be a woman is degenerate!"

Everyone shook their heads, Jin Zhongming smiled without saying a word... How could they say it, it was really interesting.

In this way, after finally waiting for the fat professor on the stage to finish the family show, Kim Sang-ru couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then continued to host:

"What Professor Wen Zai-sook said just now makes sense. The Blue House will definitely consider her relevant suggestions seriously. Well, let's invite Professor Jin Yinzhu from Seoul University to the stage. She will explain the connotation relationship between modern commercial advertising and cultural publicity for us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Professor Jin Yinzhu next to Kim Jong-ming immediately changed into a smile and looked graceful, and then stood up on the stage with an elegant posture. Kim Jong-ming, who was at the same table, quickly got up and cheered for his alma mater professor, and was condemning the person whom the Blue House would not choose to choose a cultural representative in the Blue House, and also enthusiastically stood up and ovated to give away...

"Today I'm going to talk about the misunderstanding of Korean food culture propaganda." Professor Jin Yinzhu seemed much more pragmatic than the article at the beginning. "First of all, I would like to give a typical case of the Blue House wasting taxpayer funds. When I was promoting bibimbap in Jeonju, the Blue House commissioned director Che Enze to create a colorful bibimbap advertisement. In my opinion, this is flashy, because bibimbap must be mixed before it can be eaten. As long as you mix it, how can there be any colorful?"

This insightful view made Jin Zhongming gasp...

In this way, the dinner party continued, and I don’t know how long the excitement of this night will last. Just as one Korean cultural elite after another tried to show their master’s style on the beautiful stage of the Gwanghwamun Modern Building, on the other side, a place with a sharp contrast with the Modern Building, a private conversation had just begun.

A certain open reception room in Yongsan Prison, Seoul.

"They are really too much." Li Zaibin stared at the camera above his head with an undisguised resentment. "Brother, you have taken out your family's foundation, but they actually don't even give you a special reception room, and they also have to use this kind of public reception room."

"I asked for it on my own initiative." Li Jae-hyun, who was already thinner and looked like two people a few months ago, shook his head indifferently. "This makes me feel more secure. If I really change to that kind of reception room, it will make me uncomfortable..."

"What about this?" Li Zaibin couldn't help but point at the other party's wrist. "Brother, you come to meet your younger brother, and you still ask for handcuffs?"

"This... doesn't matter." Lee Jae-hyun sighed slightly, and the blood in his little eyes and his gray and messy hair seemed to tremble at the same time. "After all, the cultural industry fund has not been really donated yet. I'm afraid this will be inevitable before that. Besides, Samsung Life has not really withdrawn the lawsuit!"

Li Zaibin fell silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

However, Lee Jae-hyun didn't care at all. He looked at his cousin and started the conversation step by step: "How is my father?"

"Cancer cells spread, and China has no choice but to send them to Japan." Li Zaibin replied helplessly. "But there was no choice after the examination in Japan. Now I can only barely hang it. Then when my uncle woke up, he said he wanted to go back to China. He said he was used to living in China..."

"I was a little discouraged after hearing my elder sister talk about this." Lee Jae-hyun shook his head. "It's really meaningless to hold on."

Li Zaibin fell silent again. He was entrusted to come to make a deal with his brother, but at this time, he didn't know if he had any meaning to continue talking... You know, the person who was suffering in front of him was a cousin who had supported him for twenty years!

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