Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 1222 1239 [New chess game, who will control the ups and downs]
soon--
Footsteps sounded.

The manager with a mustache came over, and behind him was a gorgeous woman in a wine-red dress and a backless high-cut gown. She was Kim Hee-sun, the hottest female star in the Korean entertainment industry today.

"President Song, hello!" Jin Xishan came to Song Zhichao and bowed to him.

Song Zhichao glanced at her, then put down the red wine, pointed to the opposite chair gracefully, and said, "Please sit down!"

Jin Xishan smiled charmingly and said, "Thank you!" Then he walked lightly in lotus steps, walked to the chair, adjusted the hem of his skirt, and sat down gracefully.

At close range, Song Zhichao could even smell the faint scent of perfume on Kim Hee-sun when facing her.

You guessed right, it should be the very famous "Chanel No. [-] perfume".

Since its launch in 1921, this kind of perfume has been deeply loved by mature women. However, in Song Zhichao's opinion, not any woman can easily control the smell of this kind of perfume, because to control this kind of smell, a woman's temperament must be comparable to that of red wine. The same mellow, introverted, but also know how to retract at critical moments.

And Jin Xishan in front of her was exactly this kind of woman.

"Did you eat?" Song Zhichao asked.

"Used it, thank you."

"Then have a drink!" Song Zhichao smiled and snapped his fingers.

The bearded manager who was waiting by the side acted immediately, quickly took a brand new red wine glass, then came to Jin Xishan, put the red wine glass away, then picked up the Bordeaux red wine that was placed on the sidelines in the wine basket, and poured it gently a cup.

"Try it, it tastes very good." Song Zhichao made an inviting gesture.

Jin Xishan stretched out his jaded hand, picked up the red wine, first shook the wine a few times, and the red wine swayed and swirled in the glass.

After the red wine in the glass hung on the wall and became uniform, Jin Xishan put the wine glass on the nose, sniffed it gently, and then took a sip, his beautiful eyes flashed: "Very good, this should be the 1985 Bordeaux wine in France. Chateau Sir Fairman."

"Although many people think that this kind of wine is not as good as the famous [-] Lafite, in fact, everyone who knows how to drink knows that Lafite is famous because of its rarity, while Sir Fairman's is famous because of its complicated manufacturing process and is made of top quality wine. The ultimate red wine brewed by master winemaker Sir Fellman himself.”

"In contrast, those who understand Lafite only understand the value of red wine money, and those who understand Sir Fairman's wine can truly understand the restrained taste of red wine."

The bearded manager who was waiting on the side couldn't help but admire Jin Xishan's words: "Miss Jin really understands wine! Few people can explain the history of this kind of red wine in such detail!"

After saying this, the mustache manager realized that he was talking too much, and hurriedly said to Song Zhichao, "Sorry, I lost my composure."

Song Zhichao smiled, as if he didn't care much about his gaffe.

But the mustache manager knows that these big shots are scheming people, and many times they seem indifferent on the surface, but in fact you have offended them, and if you don't know how to advance or retreat, you may lose your job.

Therefore, after the mustache manager finished apologizing, he hurriedly asked Song Zhichao what he needed, and after getting a no answer, he bowed and retreated, far away from here, but his eyes were carefully paying attention to this side, paying attention to Song Zhichao. what is needed.

Seeing the mustache manager walk away, Song Zhichao smiled, thinking that this man was a little too cautious.

How did he know that it wasn't that the mustache manager was being cautious, but that Song Zhichao's current status was extraordinary, not to mention that he was the person in charge of this big hotel. As a "humble" restaurant manager, what he had to do Just serve him well, and not arouse Song Zhichao's disgust.

In short, South Korea's special social hierarchy makes the privileged class a superior existence in front of these "wage earners".

Compared to Song Zhichao's dismissive smile, Jin Xishan deeply sympathized with the respectful behavior of the mustache manager.

Because she is not a chaebol princess herself, to be precise, she also came from the "bottom class". After entering the entertainment circle, relying on her own hard work and of course her extraordinary beauty, she has made it all the way to where she is today. kind of status.

On the surface, she seems to be a famous Korean beauty star, but in fact, only she knows the real pain.Many times, in order to grab resources and exposure, she has to attend some banquets and serve people she doesn't like.

Being a celebrity may seem glamorous, but in fact it has a very low status.

Unless——unless you have a powerful financial backer supporting you, only then can you run wild in the entertainment industry.

……

"Not bad, Miss Jin, just like the manager said, you seem to know wine very well."

Just when Jin Xishan was thinking, Song Zhichao said to her suddenly.

Jin Xishan quickly calmed down, smiled like a flower and said: "Thank you, President Song, for your compliment."

"Don't call me Chairman Song, we know each other anyway, you'd better call me Mr. Song, or Ah Chao." Song Zhichao spoke softly.

Jin Xishan dare not really call Song Zhichao "Achao". In Korea, there are very strict "respectful words" between elders and juniors, superiors and subordinates, not to mention Song Zhichao's status. "random".

"Then shall I call you 'Mr. Song'?" Jin Xishan said in a gentle tone with a pretty face.

Song Zhichao nodded, "Of course—" There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Song Zhichao's gentle smile and his gentle and polite eyes, Jin Xishan's heart gradually relaxed.

It can be said that the Song Zhichao in front of him is different from most of the men that Jin Xishan has been in contact with before.

The eyes of those men are always focused on her perfect figure and beautiful face intentionally or unintentionally, full of aggression.

Even if some pretend to be gentlemen and gentlemen, they are more aggressive in private, especially when drunk.

And Song Zhichao in front of him, whether it was the way he looked at her or the tone of his voice, really looked like an old friend who had known her for many years, full of casualness and warmth.

But are these all true?

"This skirt doesn't suit you." Song Zhichao said suddenly.

"Uh, what do you mean?" Jin Xishan was slightly taken aback, and looked down at his long wine red dress.

Song Zhichao pursed his lips and smiled: "I mean, the color and style of this skirt don't suit you——I remember well, your dress last night was a very pure and noble one, but now—"

Song Zhichao touched his chin with one hand, and pointed at Jin Xishan's clothes with the other: "It's a bit too revealing."

Kim Hee Sun: "..."

Before she could explain, Song Zhichao continued, "To be honest, you didn't want to dress like this, did you?"

Jin Xishan: "..." Picking up the wine glass, trying to hide his emotions.

Song Zhichao immediately added another sentence: "Xin Dongbin asked you to come, right?"

"Snap"!
Jin Xishan couldn't hold the red wine glass firmly in his hand, and the wine glass fell on the dining table.

In an instant, the red wine in the glass flowed on the table like blood.

Jin Xi looked at Song Zhichao with surprise and fear.

Not far away, the manager with the mustache saw the wine glass poured down and just wanted to come over to help, but Song Zhichao, who had his back turned to him, waved at him.

The mustache manager immediately stopped and stopped moving.

Song Zhichao looked at Jin Xishan, took out a snow-white tissue and handed it over, and said, "What did he ask you to come over? Could it be to accompany me to eat, drink, and chat?"

Kim Hee Sun: "..."

The whole person has not yet woken up from the panic just now.

"I know you are a smart person, and I know what you are here today, but I still want to ask you, are you voluntary or forced?"

When the word "forced" was mentioned, Song Zhichao's starry eyes flashed, and his momentum was domineering.

(End of this chapter)