Cui Zhenhao arrived first, but in fact he was in the company, and the conversation between the two began with some homely affairs.●⌒,.

"Old Cui, when are you going to get married?" Kim Jong-ming changed into a new rice noodles, but it was still fat. The previous portion was cold after not eating it. "Among the people I know, Brother Ming Xiu, is similar to yours in terms of marriage, but he couldn't hold on at this time last year..."

Although it was commonplace, Choi Zhenhao was obviously very touched: "It's not that I don't want to get married. We have been together for almost ten years, and there is only one certificate and wedding between each other. I actually don't want to delay it anymore. However, I always feel that I'm not successful in my career, and I feel a little wronged. It's said that I'm thirty and forty are not confused, but I..."

"From Brother Mingxiu's experience, my sister-in-law may not be waiting for success or success." Kim Jong-ming glanced at the other party helplessly. Choi Jin-ho and Park My-soo are indeed very similar in marriage. The woman has both good conditions and has lived together for almost ten years, but she has not received a marriage certificate and has no wedding, and she has no children... To be honest, with Kim Jong-ming's age, it is actually difficult to understand the thoughts of these people, so he can only say these nonsense.

"Reason is the truth, and mentality is the mentality." Cui Zhenhao explained helplessly. "Everyone advised me, and I understand, but I have already gotten into the slightest."

Jin Zhongming had no choice.

"Zhongming, do you know why I got into this industry?" Choi Zhenhao suddenly started talking for some reason. "I studied real estate management in college and my family was in good condition. At that time, everyone thought I should become a so-called 'social elite'. But suddenly I fell in love with music and had a good relationship with Park Jun-hyung, who was god. Then things became very interesting. I didn't look for a job after graduation, and I followed Park Jun-hyung with a guitar all day long, and then it rained one day..."

"One day it rained and Park Jun-hyung had a fever." Kim Jong-ming continued the other party's words and said. "You got into the car of the God combination. When the driver took him to the hospital, Lao Hong, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head and asked what you did... I have heard this story dozens of times, and then you became God's agent and entered the industry from then on."

"That's right." Cui Zhenhao nodded. "This incident spread widely. Everyone said that Lao Hong knew heroes with a wise eye. So do you know what happened later? I mean the matter after god..."

"I know." Kim Jong-ming's answer made the other party obviously stunned. "You left JYP company in the middle, and then contacted two small companies to build a girl group that failed in its debut period. However, that girl group is very popular now. Beg, I have enough time to talk about your affairs with Naha and Tae-woo. Then you go back to JYP until you come with Lao Hong. However, it is precisely because you have the experience of creating a girl group independently that everyone can accept that you, a guy who has no money, no one, no three qualifications, has no branch office alone."

"I thought you would think about making movies and playing politics in all your spare time..." Choi Zhenhao laughed dryly.

"I don't play politics, nor do I engage in those meaningless social interactions." Kim Jong-ming replied seriously. "Since the company was established, I have never even attended the banquet after the award ceremony! At that time, I would rather run home with the trophy and stare at the balcony. This is the best director of the Qinglong Award. After receiving such an award, I would rather hold a celebration banquet in the hotel next to me than get involved with those people. In fact, all my social activities are limited to the internal affairs of the three places, namely the company, the mutual assistance committee for artists' rights, and the film revitalization committee... Lao Cui, listen to my words, the deeper I hide, the more others fear you, the more they hide, the less they have no way to talk to others, and then you will make achievements seriously and make others unable to ignore you, then you really... I can't do that, just say a few words, don't care."

"But I understand." Cui Zhenhao replied blankly. "You hope I can endure loneliness... Put your mentality on the right side. Chu Long's group of people is the only thing that can prove me... I understand. Recently, I have indeed been over-concerned about things outside the court, and my mentality has some problems."

"Then, let's go back to the matter itself." Jin Zhongming stared at the other party and asked. "How rational are you in Hong Yu-hyun in this matter? How much is your sense of rationality and emotionality?"

Cui Zhenhao remained silent. He had already understood that Hong Yu-hyun himself was fine, but the dispute between him or Hong Shengcheng or his anger was destined to be unsuccessful, because Kim Jong-ming stood firmly on Hong Shengcheng's side. But what could he do? Except for Chu Long's group of people who were brought by Kim Jong-ming, everyone else chose him. Even he recognized his kindness. In this case, he would give up his efforts and give up his ideas because of such a thing? Moreover, will there be a better platform if he goes elsewhere?

"Well, Hong Hezhong, that person is indeed a bit too much." After a long time, Cui Zhenhao spoke. "But as you said, Hong Yu-hyun has no problem with the child himself, and there is no reason to associate some boring actions of adults with the child."

"It may not be." Jin Zhongming shook his head. "It's better to just talk about the matter. This is the demeanor of a big company. Remove the other party's value and our anger, return to the matter itself, and carefully see how to discuss it later..."

"But what is the matter itself?" Cui Zhenhao asked in confusion.

"That's why he sent the child to him!" Jin Zhongming replied calmly. "Or, did he have some other thoughts after he saw the child joining this team?"

"I understand!" Cui Zhenhao's mind was clear. "This is... indeed, did you make an appointment with him?"

Jin Zhongming nodded: "Let's wait."

Whether it was Choi Zhenhao or Kim Jong-ming, both of them stopped talking, but ordered a portion of hot rice noodles again and started eating. It was too cold, and after I felt relieved, I still warmed my body. However, after ordering three or four portions of rice noodles, I really made the waiter puzzled...

It was almost noon that Hong Ha-joong appeared in his sight. It was obvious that he looked at the rice noodle shop very hesitantly, and seemed to be unbelievable that Kim Jong-ming would invite him to this place. Until he saw Kim Jong-ming's face that was familiar to all South Korea was looking at him with a smile behind the glass window, he pushed open the door and walked in a little confused.

"Representative Hong." Kim Jong-ming stretched out his hand with a smile.

"Representative Hong." Cui Zhenhao also adjusted his mind and stretched out his hand with a smile.

"Representative Kim, Representative Choi." Hong Ha-joong quickly smiled and shook hands one by one. To be honest, he also felt the guilty feeling when Choi Zhenhao faced him that day. It was nothing else, and Kim Jong-ming put a little pressure on him.

You should know that what Hong Ha-zhong is most proud of is that he inherited and worked hard for over the years is very high, with 160 billion won, which is basically the same as his company's sales last year, equivalent to nearly one billion yuan. And this is the figure in the case of market recession and low stock market value. So, from another perspective, it may be more exaggerating. Hong Yu-hong was born in 1994 and received the gift of his father's 10 billion won as soon as he was born... So the rich guy really makes ordinary people speechless.

But no matter what, the rich man Hong Hezhong at this moment really lost his arrogance as before, because his most proud value lost its effectiveness in front of this young man who ate fat rice noodles. He knew Kim Jong-ming, although he didn't know the specific number, Hong Hezhong was indeed sure that the other party's value must be higher than him, and at least one level higher than him, which is also a limit he can touch.

Last year, his company's sales were just over 100 billion won, but Kim Jong-ming-kwang's sales were just about this number of the film company's open sales. "Haiyuntai" and "Those Years" were just the same. In addition, Hong Ha-joong also knew that this young man also had a business in Busan. The e-commerce introduced in cooperation with Alibaba in China has now successfully monopolized the domestic e-commerce market in South Korea, with a mature operating system, and a very visionary professional manager. Now this e-commerce has been sold from luxury goods, computers, and local specialties to ear-popping, and has been integrated into the daily lives of ordinary people like China... No matter how big Kim Jong-ming is, according to everyone's observation, he must have a dominant position, so when it comes to the topic, the other party must be much better than the representatives of his steel company.

"You two are so interested." After hesitating for a moment, Hong Hezhong decided to surrender first. "To be honest, I was indeed Meng Lang, the last time I happened. I am just such a precious daughter, so I am a little spoiled."

"Parents are in common with their children." Kim Jong-ming smiled slightly and refused to say anything. "Do you want a portion of rice noodles? I am used to eating something that tastes strong, so I prefer fat intestines, but the pork rib rice noodles here are very famous and many people like to come here."

Hong Hezhong obviously was not used to this conversation atmosphere. It was not that he was so delicate that he could not eat rice noodles, but that he had been so confident about others for many years, and now he was in turn... and the other party was still so young.

The hot pork rib rice noodles came up, and the three of them... watched and talked, from the weather to the economic situation, and then talked about international politics. Hong Hezhong also talked about Baker's affairs and expressed his comfort. But finally, the three of them began to get to the point, and the introduction to get to the point is very interesting.

"That's kindness, right?" Jin Zhongming looked up and unexpectedly discovered an acquaintance.

"Ah." Cui Zhenhao looked carefully at the figure wearing a red down jacket at the door of the company. "I came here by the train alone again. This girl is quite active and knows to come a few more during the winter vacation."

"I actually kept thinking about asking." Hong Hezhong looked at Jung Eun-di's figure in confusion. "Why don't she need to live in a dormitory?"

"Let me explain it." Kim Jong-ming briefly introduced the situation at Zheng Eun-di's home.

"So, the child's father is sent out in the Middle East all year round. Your company is to take care of the child's father's feelings... Your company is really humane." Hong Hezhong laughed dryly.

The other two ignored each other, and Hong Hezhong stopped in surprise, because Zheng Endi in the distance attracted their attention again. She first stopped at the security booth at the door of the company and greeted the security guard. This was normal; then the girl took out a small bag of apples and other things from somewhere on her body, and took out one and handed it to the person in the security booth. This was also normal; after a while, she saw her carrying the apples in and out with her hands empty-handed, which seemed to be distributed to the people at the front desk... Then something that really surprised the three people sitting in the rice noodle shop appeared, and Endi, who ran out, actually handed the handwarmer that had been hanging on her chest to the security guard just now, took out a cat from her hat and stuffed it into the security booth, then waved to the security guard and ran into the company.

"Ah, sooner or later, will be very excited." Kim Jong-ming smiled softly. "Whoever can say hello, but fewer people hand over snacks. When the other party's hands were cold, they ran out and left the hand warmer treasure!"

Choi Zhenhao was speechless, and Hong Hezhong was embarrassed.

"Representative Hong." Kim Jong-ming glanced at the street that looked deserted because of the snow. "Let's be honest, we can understand that you love your daughter, but... Have you ever thought that doing this will in turn make Yu-yang isolated in the group? No matter what you are at home, outside, the children have their own group and social ecology. If we have problems with our company, you can ask us directly. In the middle of the night, she ran to the children's dormitory and quarreled with the dormitory administrator in front of the children. How embarrassing did you make Yu-yang? How do you let other children view her?"

Hong Hezhong said silently.

"Or, you didn't want Yu-hyun to stay in this team at all?" Kim Jong-ming directly picked up the last question. "Most of the children come to be idols to make money, and there is no need to hide it. This purpose just now must be the majority, but this is definitely not considered by Yu-hyun. In addition, there are some people who really want to make a plan for themselves, want to take this as a profession, start with idols, and then become singers, and actors with social status.

There are very few such people, but there are indeed! For example... Forget it! And there are also people mixed between the two, not many, but there are also many. They are trying to enjoy life and seek excitement in order to escape from the traditional destiny and escape from becoming housewives. Yin Zhiyuan is the best example. Jiang Minjing should have similar ideas. This is the initial reason why most wealthy children and even children from wealthy families join this industry. I believe Yu Hung himself must have similar ideas..."

Hong Hezhong sighed: "Actually, this is why Yu Yang came to participate in the selection. All the children have dreams, and she doesn't want to stay in the cage like a canary all day..."

"I haven't finished speaking yet." Kim Jong-ming interrupted the other party seriously. "But Yu-hyun is only a 1994-year-old child after all, as old as my sister Krystal. I know very well that such a child cannot truly control his destiny. Representative Cui and I carefully considered this matter. We really want to know how you, as parents, view your child as an idol? Are you supportive? Or are you unwilling to give up?"

"Don't give up!" Hong Hezhong was indeed very frank.

"Then why don't you stop her? Just don't want to bear it?" Cui Zhenhao also spoke. "To be honest, this combination is all my hard work, and I can't leave hidden dangers in it."

"Not willing to let go is one aspect." Hong Ha-joong was reluctant to say it again after only half of his words. The pressure Kim Jong-ming put him really made him give up his ridiculous arrogance, so his conversation today also seemed very frank.

After saying this, Kim Jong-ming and Choi Zhenhao looked at each other, and both sides felt a little clear.

"Representative Hong." Cui Zhenhao suddenly felt relaxed. "Please be sure to believe in the professional ethics of our company. Let me tell you a small matter. At the beginning of the company, I took my own initiative to decorate the trainees' practice room into a transparent glass wall. The children can see it clearly inside and outside. I was always very proud. But later, President Hong saw it and immediately changed it to a sound-proof and light-proof physical wall. What I said was that our company does not need to say much about protecting children, so please rest assured that there will be no uneasy rumors flowing out."

"And." Kim Jong-ming also spoke. "There are some things you find difficult to deal with, but I may not be able to help..."

Hong Hezhong's eyes looked back and forth between the two people in front of him several times, but finally he spoke: "Yuyang was forced to learn various talents by his family since he was a child, so he abandoned some of his studies..."

"Which university do you want to go to?" Kim Jong-ming became even more direct.

"Central University." Hong Ha-joong replied helplessly. "You two need to understand the helplessness of our parents. In South Korea, the admission matters were starved very hard. Lee Kun-hee's grandson could be exposed when he went to elementary school, and then they could only go to China to study. No matter how rich I am, I don't have much operability in the issue of studying in college."

"But it's much easier after becoming an artist... The college entrance examination for Korean artists in related majors is very simple, I understand." Kim Jong-ming sighed. "Otherwise, it's a pity that the parents in the world are hearts. I'll recommend President Kim Kwang-soo of CCM Company for you. He can definitely help Yu-hyun make a name for himself, and he has always been very enthusiastic about such things. But, I'll say it straightforwardly, this combination of our company is taken seriously. We will not allow any time bombs. I hope you can understand."

"Because the child has been here less than half a year." Hong Hezhong glanced at Jin Zhongming helplessly. "It's good."

One thing is reduced to another, and the brine is used to make tofu. When Hong Hezhong found that his greatest capital was ineffective in front of the other side, the ending was actually booked long ago.

After dealing with this small trivial matter, Kim Jong-ming and Choi Zhen-ho went straight back to the company. They had to make it clear to Hong Seung-sung no matter what. When they walked to the company's door, Kim Jong-ming suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Cui Zhenhao was puzzled.

"Nothing." Jin Zhongming responded simply, then he walked straight to the window of the security booth and knocked on the window. "Uncle Tang!"

"Oh, Representative Jin, Representative Cui, are there anything you guys?" Old Tang quickly stood up.

"Hand warmer treasure is good." Jin Zhongming smiled and pointed at the things in the other party's hand.

"Yes." Old Tang smiled like a flower.

"Goodbye!" Jin Zhongming suddenly changed his face, then grabbed the apple on the table and left, and couldn't wait to bite it hard.

Cui Zhenhao next to him was speechless. He was jealous?! He was jealous of a guardian uncle?!

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