June 12, 2013.

10:58 am.

Gangchung-dong, Seoul, Shilla Hotel, lobby.

An Mingcan sat on the sofa uneasily, waiting for the noble man in his life.

Since the conversation in the cafe three days ago, he had been unable to sleep for three days.

Yesterday, I finally received a call from the other party and made an appointment to meet at the Shilla Hotel.

Shortly after dawn, An Mingcan, staring at the dark circles under his eyes, immediately drove to the Shilla Hotel and waited for five hours.

At eleven o'clock sharp, a tall and straight figure appeared outside the door of Shilla Hotel.

As a reporter, you have to keep an eye on six directions. An Mingcan recognized the person instantly and stood up to greet him.

"Li Jian..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, An Mingcan suddenly realized the problem and immediately changed his words: "Mr. Li, you are here!"

Hearing the sound, Li Zaihua turned his head, looked at the clear panda eyes on the other person's face, and the corners of his mouth twitched secretly.

"Reporter An, you've been waiting for a long time!"

An Mingcan hurriedly shook his head and denied, "No, I've only been here for a few minutes."

Li Zaihua naturally didn't believe An Mingcan's lies, but he didn't try to expose them.

"Reporter An, it's lunch time now, how about we talk while eating?"

"It all depends on Mr. Li."

Li Zaihua nodded and said: "I heard that the Shilla Hotel has authentic Chinese food, why don't we go and try it."

An Mingcan was not in the mood to eat at the moment, even if a Manchu-Han banquet was placed in front of him, he had no appetite.

Of course, he did not dare to reveal these little thoughts. Instead, he said with a shy face: "The Shilla Hotel has just been renovated and not long after it reopened. Huaxia Restaurant invited Xiangjiang's top chefs to serve as chefs and provide traditional top-notch Cantonese cuisine. Mr. Li is very lucky.

Already."

As an entertainment reporter, Ahn Myung-chan often follows celebrities in and out of major top venues. He is extremely familiar with hotels and restaurants in Seoul, and he just opens his mouth to visit them.

"Well, go and try it, I hope you won't disappoint me!"

It has been almost two years since the rebirth of the peninsula, and Li Zaihua has yet to taste the top delicacies of Blue Star China.

As for the Chinese fried noodles found in the streets, he ate them once and never touched them again.

Soon, under the leadership of An Mingcan, the two came to Silla Huaxia Restaurant, the Eight Immortals.

Not long after we sat down, a waiter came up to us and said, "Welcome, gentlemen, what would you like to eat?"

"Give me the menu."

When Li opened his mouth, the waiter immediately handed over the menu in his hand.

I randomly ordered a few famous Cantonese dishes that I had heard of in my previous life, and then handed them to An Mingcan.

"Reporter An, just order whatever you want."

Hearing this, An Mingcan shook his head and said, "No need, Mr. Li has already ordered enough. No more will be wasted."

Li Zaihua noticed An Mingcan's restraint, smiled without saying a word, and handed the menu back to the waiter.

“When eating Chinese food, it’s natural to drink Chinese wine and have a bottle of Moutai.”

"Okay, gentlemen, please wait a moment!"

After saying that, the waiter placed the order directly using the tablet in his hand, then turned and left.

After a while, he returned with a pot of tea, poured two cups of tea, and placed the teapot on the table.

"You two, if you need anything, just call me."

Li Zaihua waved his hand, picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "Reporter An, have you thought about it in three days?"

Upon hearing this, An Mingcan's hand that had just picked up the tea cup suddenly shook violently, and the hot tea fell on the back of his hand, and he immediately screamed in pain.

Then, he quickly put down the tea cup in his hand and said solemnly: "Mr. Li, I have thought about it and I will listen to you! If I have such a good opportunity, I will be sorry for myself if I don't know what to do!"

Li Zaihua raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a charming smile on his face.

"Journalist An, congratulations on making a right choice. Every other line is like a mountain. I hope to hear your opinion as a professional!"

An Mingcan understood that this was a test. Once a mistake was made, the hard-won opportunity would be like an epiphyllum blooming at night, fleeting.

And he will return to his original form and once again become that inconsequential little reporter who works hard for millions of peninsula dollars every month and is exploited by the company.

An Mingcan took a deep breath and asked cautiously: "Mr. Li, how much funds can you provide?"

Li Zaihua raised two fingers.

"Two hundred million, if it develops well, we can continue to add more funds!"

After the words fell, An Mingcan's eyes lit up. Two hundred million was already a lot. He originally thought that Li Zaihua could offer up to one hundred million.

Converted into Chinese currency, two hundred million peninsula dollars are equivalent to one million one million.

This kind of investment is enough for a company to get started, and you don't have to worry about financial constraints in the next few months.

"Mr. Li, if we have 200 million yuan, I don't recommend starting from scratch. Because that will waste a lot of time and is not cost-effective for us..."

"So, my opinion is to acquire a small newspaper with online and offline distribution channels. In this way, we can quickly reorganize in a short period of time. I believe that it won't be long before you can see our newspaper in the world.

.”

This was not An Mingcan's impromptu idea, but the result of three days of hard thinking.

At this time, several waiters came over carrying fragrant delicacies.

"Reporter An, don't worry, let's eat first." Li Zaihua said, "If anything happens, we'll talk about it after dinner!"

When An Mingcan heard this, his eyes darkened, and a look of disappointment flashed through his eyes.

However, after a second thought, his eyes brightened again and became more determined.

An Mingcan believed that his plan could impress the man in front of him.

Li Zaihua enjoyed this meal very much.

An Mingcan's days are like years. The big meal he once dreamed of eating now has no appetite, as if he was chewing wax.

An hour later.

After Li Zaihua had eaten and drank enough, he stroked his round belly, took out a credit card and handed it to the waiter to pay, then picked up the teacup and rinsed his mouth.

When the waiter came back with the credit card, he put it in his wallet and said with a smile: "Reporter An, how about we go have a cup of coffee?"

An Mingcan smiled and nodded calmly.

After a while, the two of them arrived at Silla's outdoor cafe.

Li Zaihua ordered two cups of coffee.

"Reporter An, don't be nervous, you did a good job. No, even better than I imagined..."

Before he finished speaking, An Mingcan suddenly jumped up.

His throat rolled up and down, and he swallowed and said: "Mr. Li, have you promised me?"

Li Zaihua nodded with a smile on his face.

"However, I have a request. I will focus on entertainment gossip for the time being and expand my influence as soon as possible. Don't be afraid of offending people. I will support everything..."

"In addition, I have read a lot of entertainment websites and newspapers recently, and I feel that the titles are not attractive enough..."

"I hope you change your approach and try to exaggerate the title to attract attention, such as shocking, 800,000 people around the world went viral...

Is it the decline of society or the distortion of human nature..."

Later, Li Zaihua explained the real meaning of the title, such as the climax is coming, which is actually a wave, etc.
Chapter completed!