Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 7 Sulli's relatives in the same year

September 9, the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month.

The weather in Seoul is sunny and the temperature is moderate.

On the way back to Zhonghua Pavilion by bicycle from Jiangnan District, Han Zidong saw that the shops were closed, the restaurants were closed, and there were few pedestrians on the street. It really felt like the Spring Festival in China.

Every Mid-Autumn Festival, the population density of the entire city of Seoul will drop to the lowest level of the year, allowing outsiders like them to enjoy a rare quiet moment of the year.

When passing by a 7-11, Han Zidong casually glanced at the cashier. After seeing a familiar figure, he turned around and stopped at the entrance of the convenience store.

Pushing the door open, he just stepped into the convenience store when he heard a standardized welcome. He kept his composure, took off his gloves, and walked slowly towards the cashier.

Seeing this, the female cashier who just sat down quickly stood up again, and asked with a smile: "Customer nim, do you need any help?"

Han Zidong glanced at the nameplate on the woman's chest, pointed at himself and asked, "Jin Minxiu, don't you know me?"

Jin Minxiu stared at Han Zidong for a long time, then shook his head inexplicably.

When Han Zidong made a drinking gesture, she belatedly remembered that this was the underage who wanted to buy beer without his ID card yesterday, and was driven away by her in the end?

"Remember," Han Zidong took out his ID card and alien registration card, and patted them on the cash register: "Jin Minxiuxi, I admit that I look small, but I'm really an adult, okay?"

"Yes." Jin Minxiu smacked his lips.

She pinched her ID card and glanced at it.

Although there were many Chinese characters on it, it didn't prevent her from seeing that the man in front of her was indeed an adult, and he was the same year as her, and his birth date was more than a month later than her.

She lowered her head, held her ID card and alien registration card with both hands, and handed them to Han Zidong respectfully: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

However, what she thought in her heart was that the man in front of her was really a lunatic. No matter how much she cared, did he need to get up early in the morning to make a special trip for such a trivial matter?

"I'm in the nearby Zhonghua Pavilion. Everyone, if you don't look up, see you when you look down. Let's get along well in the future."

Han Zidong didn't take it too seriously, and sorted out this trivial matter happily.

"Okay." Jin Minxiu replied coyly, hesitated for a moment, and then she continued: "However, after the vacation is over, you won't have to see me anymore."

"why?"

Han Zidong leaned against the cash register and joked, "Could it be that you have provoked another unlucky guy, and then they complained?"

Jin Minxiu shook his head: "It's not like that, but I'm going to find a long-term part-time job in a coffee shop in Gangnam. The convenience store job only pays the minimum hourly wage, and the working hours are not stable, too many night shifts."

Han Zidong understood it, no wonder he had no impression of this cashier, since he only worked in this convenience store for less than a week.

"Are you a college student or a recent high school graduate?"

"The junior is on leave of absence."

"Is it the lack of tuition fees or the confusion about the future?"

Jin Minxiu was stunned for a moment, but still told the truth: "It's all a little bit. I majored in fashion design in college. I can't see the future of this major. In addition, the tuition fees have run out, so I will suspend school this semester."

Hearing the words "clothing design", Han Zidong knew that his trip to the convenience store was not in vain.

What is a surprise, what is a f*cking surprise?
"Minxiu xi, how is your art foundation?"

At first, Jin Minxiu felt that Han Zidong was fussy and difficult to get along with.

But as Han Zidong held it up high and gently put it down to sort out the misunderstandings from last night, she felt that this foreigner was quite interesting, that is, his temper was a bit serious.

When the other party asked about her work situation with a little concern, she felt that Han Zidong had rich social experience and did not look like a foreigner at all, so she wanted to ask this senior from a foreign country for experience.

"It's not bad. I took three years of art training classes in high school, otherwise I wouldn't have applied for the fashion design department."

As soon as she finished speaking, Han Zidong snapped his fingers.

"Minxiuxi, studying fashion design is indeed a dead end.

Listen to me, a person can only find a career suitable for his whole life if he tries and makes mistakes when he is young and has the courage to try and make mistakes.

I have a job with a monthly salary of one million, do you want to try it? "

In 2012, the minimum hourly wage was 4580 yuan. Based on 8 hours a day and 1 working days in a month, the minimum wage is about 22 yuan. Jin Minxiu did his mental math, and considering overtime, 80 million yuan is not too much. But if the job is easy, she can think about it.

"Excuse me, what is your job?"

"A manga assistant."

……

After returning to Zhonghua Pavilion, Han Zidong sorted out the project book of the comic website, and it was not until the evening that the general content of the project book was completed.

This time, he didn't rush to upload to Tumblbug, but prepared to polish it more.

After all, the amount of crowdfunding for this project is as high as 3 million won. If his project is too sloppy, he may not even pass the website's review in the end, and this is not his primary goal. "a bit.

While preparing dinner, he browsed various comic-related interest forums to learn about the current comic information and the concerns of fans.

Most of the forum posts were relatively standard, either discussing the plot of the manga, or arguing about which manga artist is the best, until he saw a post titled "Little days want to boycott the Korean wave, but our people still admire Japanese manga!" "s post.

Han Zidong thought it was another angry youth comment, but when he clicked on it, he realized that this post still had something to say.

In the article, the author counted many historical issues left over from Japan and South Korea, including labor and territory, and also listed the relationship between the two countries since the founding of the country, and finally came to two conclusions.

One is that the young people are brazen and shameless, they are the most despicable nation in the world, and everyone should be ashamed to associate with them.

The second is to call on people with lofty ideals to boycott Japanese comics in an all-round way.

No matter whether the people who replied were supportive or opposed, at least none of them dared to speak out for Xiaotian. Even those who were not optimistic about the cartoons in their country just mentioned that the domestic cartoonists were too unworthy.

After reading the content of the post, Han Zidong called out, what is righteousness, what does it mean to dare not to follow, this is righteousness, maybe he can use this name of righteousness to make some articles.

When carrying the sliced ​​meat and Su Ziye walking towards the rooftop, Han Zidong's cell phone rang suddenly.

As soon as the phone was connected, a cheerful female voice came from the opposite side.

"Zidong Ouba, have you eaten yet?"

"Sulli, I was about to eat, and I just got your call."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Barbecue."

"Ah, where is that barbecue restaurant? Why is it still open today?"

How can it be such an exaggeration, even if the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, there may not be many restaurants still open in Chengdong District, but there must be many popular commercial buildings and restaurants in Jiangnan District that are still open.

Han Zidong didn't say anything, and replied with a smile: "Zidong's barbecue is trustworthy."

"Ah," Cui Xueli's disappointed voice came over: "I really envy you!"

Han Zidong laughed twice, and took the initiative to invite: "Sulli, come here, I'll treat you to a barbecue."

"Is it really possible?"

"of course."

"Then can I bring a friend?"

"Male and female?"

"Of course it's a girl, and it's the same year as my school."

"Okay, I'll send you the address, and contact me when you arrive."

After hanging up the phone, Han Zidong tilted his head and thought about it. It seems that Shirley called home last night. She mentioned that she was going to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with a female friend. What is that person's name?

(End of this chapter)