Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 172

[PS: I'm in a bad state today, and I feel like I haven't written this chapter well. 】

In the photo sent by Jin Minxiu, the corridor on the floor where the company is located is full of men and women carrying video cameras or cannon cameras. A rough estimate is that there are about 30 to [-] people.

Realizing that something was wrong, Han Zidong immediately got back into the police car.

I contacted the two police officers downstairs in the company through the police walkie-talkie, and only then did I learn that these people were all from Xia Guo, and they all used words like "Xia Guo reporters are invited to attend a press conference only for Xia Guo." Excuses mixed into the company building.

Suddenly receiving his inquiry, the two policemen on the opposite side were visibly flustered. They were afraid that they would make a big mistake again, so they asked him whether they should contact the police station and send more staff to drive away these "fake reporters".

How many are these called?

Is there something wrong with Zhao Caide's work, or...

After careful consideration for a while, he still decided to be lenient with these uninvited guests. After all, if such a incident caused a disturbance, neither the uninvited guests nor he would be the winner in public opinion.

In particular, public opinion on the peninsula is in a state of collective silence because of the oolong arrest by the police. If they knew about this wave of internal strife among Xia people, they would definitely use the headlines to justify the previous false reports.

Look, no matter which country you are in, there are such rat shit who only like to make fun of it and have no professional qualities of media people. You can see that the Xia people all have this kind of farce.

However, this does not mean that he will be disgusted out of thin air. In the final analysis, this interview was facilitated by Zhao Caide. There was an episode that seriously affected his normal office order. Zhao Caide should not stay out of it.

Even if he finally decides to accept interviews with these people, he still needs to let Zhao Caide know about his concessions, and let the other party remember his dedication. After all, he is away from home, and maintaining a good relationship with Zhao Caide will not do him any harm.

After thinking about it, he sent a text message to Zhao Caide. What he didn't expect was that Zhao Caide actually called him within a few tens of seconds after sending the text message.

"Director Zhao?"

"Zidong, don't worry about this matter. I'll contact Renren immediately and ask them to 'persuade' the mob from your company."

From Zhao Caide's tone, he could clearly hear that he was in a bad mood at the moment: "There is also the matter of the interview, I pushed it for you here... Anyway, I will give you a satisfactory explanation as soon as possible."

"Director, they've made such a big fuss right now, it's easy to make people laugh if they just let them go back empty-handed."

"It's really a bit embarrassing, then you mean..."

"I hope that "Renren.com" can send out a spokesperson as soon as possible to go to the scene to control the order of this interview. As long as my personal privacy can not be leaked, I am willing to cooperate to a certain extent with the smooth progress of the interview."

"Alas... this time," Zhao Caide sighed, "Okay, I'll do as you said. Afterwards, I will find out who is so undisciplined and give you an explanation."

……

Idol Comic Studio.

When Pu Shengxiu walked into the office, he was immediately startled by the crowd of people in the office aisle.

He hurriedly exited the office again and carefully looked at the signboard at the door.

That's right.

What's going on here, the writer is in again?
He stepped into the office again, and while the group of people stared at him up and down, they naturally diverted to make way for him, while still whispering to each other.

"Looks very anxious, probably not. 』

"Why don't you come, it won't be until 09:30. 』

Occasionally, he heard a sentence or a half, and he found that the group seemed to be speaking Chinese. He squeezed into the workstation through the door with difficulty, and he hurried to another assistant.

After learning that the other party was also unclear, he sent a message to Jin Minxiu, and learned from Jin Minxiu that these people were all reporters from Xia Guo who came to interview. The boss's compatriots arranged the location and warm water.

Anyway, I was going abroad for an interview, and there were seven or eight people who could understand Korean in the group, and a man wearing glasses came over and said, "Anihasai."

"Anihasai." Park Sung-su nodded and said hello.

"What time does your boss usually go to work?

"Inside," Park Sung-soo originally wanted to say that their writers' working hours are quite flexible, but he was afraid of getting tricked by the other party, so he said cautiously: "Today's work is relatively busy, and we writers may come here only after finishing our foreign affairs. Arrange for today's work."

The man with glasses nodded: "Then can I ask you a few questions?"

Park Shengxiu didn't like the feeling of being asked questions, but he had no choice but to be the assistant who had followed Han Zidong the longest in the office, so he had to bite the bullet and say, "If it's about comics, I have something to say. Right, but if it's about us writers..."

The man with glasses smiled and pushed his eyes: "Why do I feel that you are nervous? Could it be that your writers are usually harsh to you?"

Pu Shengxiu hurriedly waved her hands, and her voice became a little louder when she became anxious: "Of course not, our writers are the best seniors I have ever seen. I had nowhere to go back then, so our writers took me in."

The man with glasses nodded: "It seems that you writers are really as good as some of your local news commented."

Park Shengxiu nodded repeatedly in agreement: "That's right, we writers are deeply loved by us and our colleagues next door."

The man with glasses then asked: "Then do you know where your writer is from Xia Guo? Maybe he is still from my hometown."

After he asked this question, he found that the young man in front of him obviously disliked him, and after nodding at him, he returned to his work station and continued to work.

Whatever the case, he didn't say anything wrong.

He drank the warm water in his hand in one gulp, flattened the paper cup, and threw it into the trash can beside him.

At this moment, a woman with slender eyes led two strong men into the office.

The male assistant who had disliked him just now greeted him warmly: "Nu Na, you are here."

Jin Minxiu glanced at the people in the office, covered his mouth and smiled for a long time: "Ah, as expected of our country of writers, even the scale of the interview is so large."

She glanced at the people who were standing or sitting everywhere, ignored them, but warmly greeted the two strong men beside her, and arranged them to enter the small cubicle beside her.

Just as she was about to make two cups of coffee for the two of them, a man with glasses came over and said, "Anihasai."

She nodded and greeted back, but she didn't show her disdain on her face.

"I'm Wang Wenchao from Old Wave Entertainment, can I ask you a few questions?"

Jin Minxiu shook her head: "Sorry, I have a lot of things to do at the moment, you should wait for us... Oh, he is here."

Everyone in the office stood up in unison.

Even though they didn't know Han Zidong at this moment, when they saw the tall man in a gray woolen suit and trousers walk in, they knew that the Lord was coming.

Sure enough, if there is a wrong name, there is no wrong nickname. The real person is really young.

Many female reporters even shouted in their hearts: "It's really tender, tall and handsome, the key is that it's still so good, this is really the ideal type in the world."

A group of reporters rushed forward one after another, with Han Zidong as the center, surrounded the inner three floors and the outer three floors.

Han Zidong raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "I'm sorry, the agreed interview time is 09:30, and it's only [-]:[-] now, our company still has normal business to deal with.

I suggest that you can go out to have some breakfast first, and then come to gather when 09:30 is approaching, how about it? "

"No, Writer Han, we'll just wait here."

"That's right, it's not too late, we promise not to interfere with your work."

Two female reporters responded one after another.

Wang Wenchao was a little speechless when he saw the two female reporters who spoke first. What about your professionalism?
The reporters from those major newspapers have not come yet, and their Old Wave Entertainment is the most important one among the people present, and he stands out: "Hello, Writer Han, I think we can just take a picture of your daily work , what do you think?"

I don't want you to feel, I want me to feel.

Han Zidong glanced at the Chinese characters on the other party's work clothes: "What's the name of this friend from Jiulang Entertainment?"

"Wang Wenchao."

"Reporter Wang, we have an agreement in this interview that we must not disclose my personal appearance and personal privacy such as my home address. You don't know it?"

Wang Wenchao was stunned for a moment. He had heard about this, but he always thought it was a rumor. After all, it was hard for him to understand that there are still people in this world who don't want to be famous.

Seeing that Wang Wenchao closed the microphone and did not speak, Han Zidong ignored him: "Are there any of you who can speak Korean?"

Several good-looking female reporters rushed to raise their hands: "I will!"

"Okay, feel free, everyone. If you need anything, you can find some of my assistants. In addition, the company next door is working on a critical project, so please don't disturb them."

After finishing speaking, Han Zidong clasped his hands together, said hello, and squeezed out of the crowd.

Love just waits.

He walked up to Jin Minxiu: "Minxiu, has anyone received it?"

"Inside," Jin Minxiu pointed to the cubicle: "writer nim, there are two people here, and they are in the small office."

Han Zidong nodded and headed towards the small office.

The reason why he came so early was not to cause trouble for these unruly reporters, but to meet the citizen group that helped him and Kim Jae-kyung at the Seongdong Police Station that day.

Push the door and leave.

The two strong men in the small office stood up to greet him.

"Korean writer."

"Hello, both of you." Han Zidong folded his hands and apologized: "I'm sorry, today's situation is quite special, so I can only entertain you two in this small office."

"No, in fact, you don't have to take that matter to heart. The few of us did what we should do."

"This is not a trivial matter. If it weren't for you, I would have been kicked several times that day. By the way, I always feel that you look familiar, maybe we have met before?"

The leading man smiled: "Of course, you may not remember me, but my daughter likes the posters with your autograph, especially ashamed to say, I persuaded her to study hard many times It’s not as effective as your signature.”

sign?study well?
Han Zidong had an instant impression, isn't this the parent who picked up a star for Pei Zhuxuan when he was in a taxi? Your patron and fan.

"Are you the master driver?"

"Nai, we all drive taxis, and the children in the family like you very much.

They said that you are definitely not that kind of person. We think that you are really an idol worthy of children's learning, so we gathered together that day to help you. "

After all, there is a certain friendship, Han Zidong pointed to the chair and said, "You two, let's sit down and talk slowly."

The two taxi drivers sat down safely.

Han Zidong just thought it was amazing, and he couldn't even believe it. He thought that the other party was a civic group friendly to China, so he would help him, but he didn't expect that there was such a connection between the two parties.

"Maybe you two haven't thought about what if I'm really a liar?"

The man shook his head: "I don't believe that even if you have never met, you are willing to give my children a complete set of posters for free, and even want to invite my daughter and friends to visit the studio. You are a complete liar.

At least I have lived so long, I have never seen a liar like you. "

Han Zidong was speechless. He never thought that the reason why the other party believed in him was so simple and unadorned. Is this the so-called righteousness that kills more generations?

At this time, the man who hadn't spoken much all this time said with a simple smile, "I'm not afraid of making fun of you if I say it, you are the spiritual pillar of our children now.

Compared with those bouncing idols before, who only let them skip class, your appearance has set a good example for a few children, and they also want to learn from you and become a useful person to society. "

Han Zidong waved his hands, a little dignified: "But I really didn't do anything?"

"You are still too humble. You should really meet your fans and readers and find out what you mean to them now. To put it bluntly, among some middle school and high school students, you are comparable to the popular Idol is still on fire."

"That's right, my family, Minxiu, talks about your deeds in front of me every day, and my ears are almost callused. What is chasing dreams across the country, what is delivering food to realize dreams, what is suffocating for dreams, what welfare banks..."

Ah... this...

Han Zidong didn't know whether he should thank Huang Quancan or Xiao Heizi for having set up such a solid personality for him.

Thank you so much!

"Actually, I'm not that great, I'm just..."

As he talked, he couldn't go on talking. Although he also had his own thoughts, it was true to say that it was a dream come true, but he really didn't want this kind of tall and inspirational personality.

It seems that I have to chat with Jin Zhishu and Li Qidun when I have time, and listen to what these two people in charge of managing the Star You Instagram topic square and fan group for him respectively.

"I'm actually very ordinary..."

Looking at the disbelieving expressions on the faces of the two people opposite, Han Zidong finally gave up on explaining: "The main reason for inviting the two of you over today is to give you some gifts as a token of gratitude."

The two taxi drivers hurriedly waved their hands: "No need, your honest life is the best gift."

Grass!
Han Zidong continued: "The gift is the comic book of our online show, which is not very valuable in itself, but it is still very meaningful to collect, please don't refuse it.

We have prepared 20 copies in total, and we don't know if it is enough. If not, I can contact the printing factory. "

"Enough, there are only 17 of us in total."

"..."

　Thank you for the monthly tickets that are getting older and older, thank you for the February ticket of SK0716, and thank you for the 2 rewards.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)