Jin Zhongming slept for more than twenty hours in one breath, and after he got up, there was nothing wrong with him except staying in the bathroom for a few more minutes.

In fact, when he came out after taking a shower and carefully studied in the mirror, Kim Jong-ming found that he did not have the expected cold, conjunctivitis, arrhythmia, difficulty in recovering his pupils, and other expected serious consequences... Except for the a little bit of anger in the mouth and a little hoarse throat, there was really nothing wrong with it.

Oh, I seem to be a little hungry.

But it doesn't matter, it happened to be early in the morning. So Kim Jong-ming changed his clothes, put on his watch, took his mobile phone and wallet, and went downstairs to have dinner naturally. When he came back, he brought a copy to Sika and Krystal each.

"Move back!" Kim Jong-ming was sitting on the sofa reading a copy of the Chosun Ilbo. He was naturally talking to Sika, who was sitting at the dining table not far away. Ermao went to school anxiously after dinner, and went to the company to record in the morning and in the afternoon... The sixteen-year-old spring semester was so hard.

"Why?" Sika asked while eating without raising her head.

"My main role has basically been finished." Kim Jong-ming explained calmly.

"Not delicious!" Sika, who was pressing her swollen cheeks, suddenly got angry at breakfast. She even angrily smashed something back into the paper bag. "The taste is not right!"

"I know!" Jin Zhongming continued to calmly and answered meaninglessly while flipping through the newspaper. "It was not bought from the usual food stall, so you can bear it."

"Then why don't you buy the kind you usually eat?" Sika shook her head blankly. "Don't let me eat this?"

"g20 Summit!" Kim Jong-ming helplessly clicked the newspaper in his hand. "The city appearance will be cracked down on Seoul half a year in advance. The current mayor of Seoul is the last, most powerful and the biggest card in Lee Myung-bak's hands. Look, it's hard to make a forest alone. This guy will definitely be buried with Lee Myung-bak..."

"You just tell me that the breakfast stall was driven away by the police." Xika impatiently picked up the thing she threw out just now, and then tried hard to put it into her mouth. "I didn't ask you to analyze the political context here for me..."

"I'm used to it... sorry!" Kim Jong-ming knew that his mistake could improve it. "I couldn't help but express my thoughts."

"Do you have any ideas today?" After drinking some porridge, Sika asked weakly, holding her swollen face. "I mean except to chase me away."

"It's not that I'm driving you away." Kim Jong-ming smiled. "Maomao, you can live here for as long as you want. I just tell you that I won't do anything too much in the movie anymore, it's over."

"What did you do on the set the day before yesterday?" Sika let go of her hand and turned her head to stare at Jin Zhongming and asked. "I'm sleeping... a day and a night, right? So I would like to ask if you have any ideas today?"

"I was just a very tired filming day before yesterday. It took nearly 24 hours from the morning to the next morning. Today I just wanted to go out for a walk." Kim Jong-ming raised his head and replied thoughtfully. "Let's go, take a walk, and sort out your thoughts. I'm a little confused recently."

"Oh!" Xika nodded. "It can be seen that it is because I can't do anything to do before and don't have time to sort out some things, right? Do you want me to accompany you? It's different from Ermao, I'm very idle now."

"Then finish the meal!" Jin Zhongming suddenly became serious. "You can wash your face and change your clothes..."

Sika stopped talking immediately.

That morning, not only Shika, who had no appetite for breakfast, was the one who was known as the "Emperor Changsun" in the Korean economic circle. Lee Jae-hyun, the president of CJ, was also a little bored with the breakfast in front of him. However, he was much more willful. If he didn't want to eat, no one dared to force him to eat. Otherwise, what about? The only person who could control his own father was living in seclusion in Kyoto, China.

"I thought about what you said last time." Lee Jae-hyun put down the toast slices in his hand with disgust, and then impatiently lit the table. "I think... it's really worth a try."

"Oh?" The person opposite who was also looking at a copy of the "Chung Ilbo" was obviously stunned. "When did the Lord Huang Changsun, who has never played according to common sense, take the initiative to recognize other people's suggestions?"

"I will never change my mind because of someone's advice, even you!" Lee Jae-hyun turned back without any weakness. "I will observe myself... make a decision myself!"

"Let me tell me!" The person on the other side put down the newspaper in his hand curiously. "What made you change your mind? The strength of face-book makes you unable to hold back?"

"How is that possible?" Lee Jae-hyun snorted coldly. "I am different from you. I am a person who is always above the top. The disdain in my heart is written on my face. What is the meaning of those IT giants and emerging chaebols? We are talking about Kim Jong-ming. Even if his net worth exceeds me, what does it matter? That money cannot be converted into real control over this social wealth! How much is my net worth? But I have CJ. Can my CJ be measured by that little money? Some things need basics. I can look down on others because I have the largest theater chain in South Korea and the largest flour... In fact, the most obvious thing in this regard is the immortal one in Sancin Cave. His net worth is not good at all on mainland China, but he controls Samsung, and then Samsung controls South Korea's economic lifeline... If it is in my hands..."

"Don't get involved in private goods." The man on the opposite side interrupted the other party with a smile. "Tell me the serious business. Now I know, you are a chaebol, you are very proud. You think the wealth in your hands should not be calculated by your worth, right? You didn't change your view of Kim Jong-ming because of money. I understand, continue!"

"I heard about two things about Jae Bin recently." Lee Jae-hyun curled his performance just now, and his expression became serious. "Last night, Jae-bin and I had a meal together after a meeting. I asked him if the person who jumped off the fifth floor that day was really Kim Jong-ming?"

"I guess it's him." The man opposite replied calmly, his tone still seemed tepid.

"Then Jae-bin told me another thing...When filming the day before yesterday..." Lee Jae-hyun continued to speak seriously. "...I heard from the description of the people at the scene that he forced himself to become abnormal. At that time, no one would find it strange that he died suddenly there."

"Then what conclusion did you come to? He wants to be the emperor of the Dazhong Award?"

"Don't interrupt! I mean, this young man is a ruthless person, a person who can be cruel at a critical moment! And since he can be cruel to himself, he can be cruel to others!" Lee Jae-hyun sighed. "He is so young, he is cruel to himself... If you can't pull him into the water quickly, if you really let him learn from Park Won-soon, Ahn Cheol-soo-yi endure it for more than ten years... We will suffer in the future! I... understand your hard work."

"I didn't have that much effort." The man opposite replied seriously. "I just did this out of some personal resentment... Do you believe it or not? I will definitely be thrown into prison again around the 12th election. How can I plan these big things? ... It's said outside that we live a luxurious life in prison and can manage the company as usual, but they don't know how to feel like a rabbit in a cage!"

"It doesn't matter!" Lee Jae-hyun picked up the toast he had just thrown away again. It was a product of his own company. No matter how bad it was, he had to swallow it. By the way, even the crown prince was forced to eat breakfast he didn't like. "I thought about it. If a new TV station wants to gain a foothold, it's nothing more than TV series and variety shows. Putting aside my previous nonsense contempt, Kim Jong-ming is indeed qualified to enter the market. This is a win-win deal... But guess how he will solve the funding problem? Will he take some equity from the United States? Are you interested at that time?"

"God know... I don't care!" The man on the opposite side shook his hands and went to the newspaper. "I'm happy even if I want to borrow money from me! By the way, I'm not talking about this... What do you think of the current mayor of Seoul... Our youngest and most handsome, is Mr. Wu Sehoon, the junior of Goryeo University, who is President Lee Beef?"

"What a pity." Lee Jae-hyun gave his thoughts.

"I think so too." The man opposite grinned. "How long did I stay in prison last time? How many years have you been?"

"That's right..." When Kim Jong-ming and Sika, the brother and sister, stepped on the stairs of the SM company together, Kim Jong-ming suddenly sighed. "I haven't come in through the main entrance for a long time. When was the last time? How many years have passed?"

"Oh." Sika was not sure. "I thought you were going out for a spring trip, why was it our company?"

"Know yourself and your enemy, you will win every battle." Jin Zhongming replied perfunctorily.

"What are we going to do?" Sika ignored Kim Jong-ming's crazy words. "Who are you going to find?"

"I won't look for anyone, I've agreed to come to inquire about military information." Jin Zhongming replied calmly. "I want to walk one by one, and then wait for Ermao to come from school at noon and take her to have a meal, and then leave..."

Sika stopped: "...Wood, have you slept for too long and have mental problems?"

Kim Jong-ming ignored her, and ignored the awkward front desk lady next to her, but turned left and came to a staircase, which was the way to the practice room on the two floors of the underground... Obviously, he did not mean to make Sika happy.

Xika was stunned for a moment, but finally ran over helplessly. By the way, she hadn't been to the underground practice room for a long time.

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