"Sun Hao!"

At noon on October 29, at the exit of Incheon International Airport, Han Shanye, wearing a gray cold-proof suit, waved violently.

"Hello, Mr. Han!"

Sun Hao dragged the big box and walked a few steps quickly, hugged him and said with a smile: "Why did you come to South Korea in person?"

"I was afraid that if you couldn't handle it, something would happen again, so I came here and kept an eye on it."

Knowing Sun Hao's habits, Han Shanye spoke upright. He let go of his hand, looked at it a little, and asked curiously: "You are wearing so little, aren't you cold?"

"good!

Mainly because of my good physical fitness. Even in South Korea, the temperature is similar to that of Hong Kong Island." Sun Hao, wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, did a standard bodybuilder's move to show off his muscles.

"Mr. Han, don't listen to Sun Hao's nonsense. This guy was mainly worried about the smell of changing clothes in the bathroom, so he came out. In fact, he is quite cold." Put on a thin sweater and a suit jacket.

As soon as Yu Dong left the terminal, he exposed Sun Hao's background.

"Hahaha…"

Looking at Sun Hao who was a little embarrassed, Han Shanye and Yu Dong burst into laughter.

After greetings, the three of them got into the Hyundai car brought by Han Shanye and drove straight to the center of Seoul along the airport express line.

"Sun Hao..."

"Um?"

"According to your request, I have already prepared the preliminary work for you, and now I am waiting for you to start work.

But before that, I have a question, I hope you can help me answer it?"

"Mr. Han, please speak."

"Three days ago, the post that suddenly appeared on the Korean A network was made by you?"

~~~~~~

It rained heavily all night and stopped the next morning. The sun was hot and the water vapor evaporated in the air, giving it a damp warmth.

In the room, the thin pink curtains were made transparent by the sun, and their bodies were very hot, especially since the two of them were sleeping together with their hands covered with quilts.

Moreover, he was still naked.

Cui Zhiyou rested his head on the arm of his little boyfriend Li Jinyu, buried his head in his neck, held his back tightly with his hands, and hung his legs on his waist.

Li Zhenyu opened his eyes and felt strange.

Four days ago, she was still a high-flying female star, and she was just an ordinary high school student. However, due to the protest against the movie "Train to Busan", the two people who did not know each other came together.

Well, until now, I've even gone to bed.

"Zhenyu, what are you thinking about?"

At this time, Cui Zhiyou woke up leisurely, nuzzled into her boyfriend's arms, and then raised her head.

"I didn't think about anything." Li Zhenyu sat up, took out a cigarette from the bedside table, lit it, and took a puff.

Although he is only in his third year of high school this year, he is already a long-time smoker.

"Are you still going today?" Cui Zhiyou lay on her boyfriend's body and played with his two little penises with her fingers.

"Of course I went!

It’s Halloween soon, and whatever you say this time will make the Chinese director Sun Hao pay the price for insulting us Koreans." Li Zhenyu said fiercely with a cigarette in his mouth.

But at this moment, the mobile phone placed on the bedside table suddenly rang.

"Hey, Zhenyu, where are you?"

"You're sleeping in the hotel, what's wrong?"

"Haha..., Zhenyu, I have good news for you. Our protest is finally sponsored by a consortium.

Just now, when we arrived at Guanghuamen Square, we found that there were workers constructing here, saying that they were going to build a 12×24-meter super large screen for our protests..."

"real?"

"Of course, President Park Ji-mei said that with this super big screen, we can summon 250,000 people tonight to put pressure on the authorities, so you should come quickly."

"Okay, we'll be there right away!"

Even with Choi Ji-woo in his arms, the excited Lee Jin-wook jumped up from the bed.

Well, the physical fitness is so strong!

………

Before four o'clock in the afternoon, more than 50,000 people gathered in the huge Gwanghwamun Square in a huge formation.

KBS reporter Liu Zaishi adjusted his glasses with his hands and walked through the crowd, hoping to find a few distinctive protesting students to interview.

But before he could find it, a girl stepped forward and took Liu Jae Suk's microphone with her hand.

"Reporter, I have something to say!"

"Oh, please speak!" Yoo Jae Suk immediately motioned to the photographer behind him to turn on the camera.

"We have been fighting here for three days. Every day we strongly appeal to the authorities to let them pay attention to our request and block Sun Hao's movie "Train to Busan", at least within South Korea. But, officials, why

Why don’t you do it?”

If there is one, there are two; if there are two, there are three!

Just as the girl finished speaking, a boy stood up and said: "I have watched "Kunchiyan" and "Source Code". To be honest, Sun Hao is a very talented screenwriter and director.

But no matter how talented he is, he can't openly insult us Koreans in the movie.

Now, I just want to ask the camera lens, Sun Hao, why do you let us Koreans die in the movie, but you Chinese A live happily?"

"good!

Some officials in the government have been explaining that our country, South Korea, has a small territory and should treat artistic creation with an inclusive attitude.

But is this artistic creation?

Let the Koreans become zombies in the movie, and then let the Chinese come to save them.

What’s even more ridiculous is that the Koreans in the movie were played by Chinese!”

………

At six o'clock in the evening, the sky was gradually getting dark, and the floor lights around Gwanghwamun Square were also turned on.

James, the special correspondent based in Seoul, stood in a nearby office building, looking into the camera lens and making a real-time connection with domestic TV stations.

"Hello, beautiful hostess!"

"Hello, James!

Please describe to the audience in front of the TV what you observed at the scene."

"Okay, Miss Host.

Dear viewers, I am in Seoul right now, with the very beautiful landmark Gwanghwamun Square at my feet. So far, according to police statistics, the number of protesters in the square has exceeded 200,000, and the number is still increasing.

Um..., you can follow the camera lens and take a look now."

"Okay, we've seen the scene, James.

One thing that is unclear now is that these students or young people are really asking for that simple request. They only ask the South Korean authorities to ban the screening of "Train to Busan"?"

"Yes, it's that simple!"

"Then why couldn't the South Korean authorities agree to their request at that time? As far as I know, it seems that the protest lasted for more than four days, right?"

"I don't know the specific situation, but there seems to be rumors that when the crew of "Train to Busan" was filming in South Korea A, the producer China Film Group seemed to have signed an agreement with the South Korean authorities, and South Korea was not allowed to use any

There are reasons to ban the film, otherwise the mainland’s literary and art market will never be open to South Korea.”
Chapter completed!