Me who fears women travels with beautiful girls

Chapter 92, 17, Pu Yantong

Late at night, Song Wenbin followed the yellow-haired youth and walked along the dirt road to the desolate suburb.While walking, the young man with yellow hair said, "My name is Pu Yantong, what's your name?"

"My name is Song Wenbin."

"Are you from China?"

"Of course, your Chinese is very good."

"I learned it by myself. I have always wanted to travel to China."

Pu Yantong said: "That is my dream."

"China is worth visiting."

Song Wenbin said softly, he looked around, and once again, he came to Kowloon District, a desolate and dilapidated slum full of rubbish.

Suddenly, Pu Yantong stopped. He looked vigilantly at the photographer holding a small video camera not far away, and shouted something loudly in Korean.

Song Wenbin quickly said: "You don't have to drive them away, they are here to shoot, they are my colleagues."

"Your colleague?" Pu Yantong was suspicious immediately, and asked, "What are you doing here!?"

Song Wenbin looked into Pu Yantong's eyes silently for a while, and then chose to tell Pu Yantong the truth.

After hearing Song Wenbin's words, Pu Yantong was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

"No wonder you are so down and out. 1 yuan is really not enough to spend in Seoul, but since it is a Chinese entertainment show, it doesn't matter. I don't mind other people filming my life for entertainment. I just hate those who pretend to sympathize with us. It’s just the media that doesn’t make any changes.”

Then, he came to a dilapidated courtyard, opened the plastic door of the courtyard, and said, "Come in."

Song Wenbin got into the courtyard, and Pu Yantong turned on an old-fashioned incandescent lamp for him. Under the light, he could see an old motorcycle parked in the courtyard. .

"This way." Pu Yantong reminded him.

Song Wenbin followed behind him, and burrowed into a dilapidated house made entirely of plastic and wooden slats. The photographer also followed Song Wenbin.

Inside, as outside, except for a few furniture and kitchen utensils, everything is woven of plastic.It's crowded, messy, cramped.

"sit."

Pu Yantong tidied up his bed, and tidied up a place for him: "When you enter the door, you will go to the pit, that's my condition, don't mind."

"Why would you mind? It's much better than sleeping on the street."

Song Wenbin said: "I have been sleeping in the park for three days, and the security guards didn't allow me to sleep."

"How did they allow you to sleep there?"

Park Yantong said: "Seoul is an international metropolis, we locals have all been kicked out, let alone you."

Pu Yantong put the bought noodles and wine on the bed, and didn't care about the photographer. He just took out the lighter and lit a black coal ball, then shook the liquefied gas tank, and squatted under the iron pan to start a fire. Breathing out, I started to boil hot water.

"You were kicked out too?"

"Jiulong Village was driven out." Pu Yantong said.

Song Wenbin was stunned.

"What's so surprising about this? In 88, during the Seoul Olympics, Cheong Wa Dae moved the poor people in the city here for the sake of image. This is an official slum."

"Does this still belong to Seoul?"

"of course."

"Then why don't you improve this place?"

Pu Yantong shrugged: "Someone has to be a poor person, just like someone has to be a bad person, otherwise wouldn't the police be useless?"

Song Wenbin was unable to refute for a while, as if there was some truth to it.

"Does your photographer want to eat together?" Pu Yantong asked while picking up the noodles in his hand.

"Leave them alone, just treat them as air, they have no human needs." Song Wenbin said.

Pu Yantong smiled, set up the pot and started cooking noodles, and said to Song Wenbin while cooking: "To be honest, I think your aura is different from that of ordinary people. When ordinary people see my friend, they will be scared and run away." , or paid the money in fear, and you dare to reason with them, are you really not afraid of them beating you?"

Song Wenbin was stunned for a moment, and said, "They and I are both human beings. When we meet people, we can't do anything casually."

"There is a greater difference between man and man than man and dog."

Pu Yantong said: "If I were you, I wouldn't be reasonable, just beat them up, and pay if you can't beat them, hahahaha~"

Song Wenbin also smiled when he heard this, the Korean youth he met by chance seemed to be much more optimistic than he had imagined.

"Actually, this is not the first time for me to come here." Song Wenbin said: "Because I have no money, I came here last time and was driven out by wild dogs."

"Then why are you back again? Do you think you are destined to be here?" Pu Yantong asked.

Song Wenbin smiled, "Probably, poverty brought us together." He said.

Not long after, Pu Yantong put two bowls of noodles in front of Song Wenbin.He opened another bottle of wine and poured Song Wenbin a glass.Song Wenbin clinked a glass with him, and the two drank it down in one gulp.

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The next morning.

Early in the morning, Su Tina with delicate makeup was sitting on the subway, constantly swiping with her mobile phone.

But just like yesterday, it was another quiet day, and no one replied to her resume.

On the fourth day after coming to South Korea, she still hadn't found a suitable job.

This made her feel more frustrated.

However, the more this happened, the more unconvinced she became.

In any case, be sure to find a job.

She cheered herself up secretly in her heart.

The subway stopped in front of the Nangulao Labor Market. Su Tina walked out of the subway following the flow of people, but when she got near the labor market, she stopped involuntarily.

There are crowds of people in front of you, and a long and huge team surrounds the entire labor market. Among them are young people, middle-aged people, and old people. Everyone is crowded in front of the labor market. Squeeze.

After staring at the huge and terrifying traffic for a while, she turned her head and walked back to the subway station.

She undoubtedly felt that no matter how talented she was, she would not be able to perform in such a place.Maybe I overestimated myself, Su Tina thought.

In the face of reality, she gave up the idea of ​​being a translator, sitting in the subway and flipping through her mobile phone, wondering if there was a coffee shop serving dishes on the recruitment website.

However, at this moment, someone on the subway asked softly: "Miss, may I sit here?"

Su Tina looked up. It was a fat middle-aged man with a video camera hanging on his chest and a mask on his mouth. He was looking at Su Tina's face without blinking.

The question was in Korean, which she could not understand.But I can understand what he means.She moved aside without saying a word, making room for him.

The man sat down, tidied up the camera, took out a business card from his pocket, and handed it to Su Tina.

Su Tina, who was looking at her mobile phone, froze for a while, and took the business card. The business card was in Korean, and she couldn't understand it.

"I'm a scout from SET Modeling Agency, can I see your face?" he asked.

Su Tina said in English: "I don't know Korean."

After the man heard it, he immediately switched languages ​​and expressed it in English.

After listening to Su Tina, she understood the purpose of the other party's visit. It's not like she hasn't encountered such a thing in China.It's just that she has always been sure of her talent, and has always dismissed this kind of work.

But after eating in Seoul for four days, she lost her domestic arrogance at this moment, she just pulled off her mask silently and showed him her face.

The man's eyes lit up in an instant, he didn't even care that this was the subway, he immediately squatted down, took a picture of Su Tina with the camera.

Su Tina frowned and put on her mask again.

The man took a deep breath and said, "Miss, I have been following you for a long time. To be honest, I haven't met anyone with more temperament than you in this subway."

Su Tina smiled, "Is that so, thank you for your compliment."

She hates people following her.

"I just saw that you went to the talent market, are you looking for a job?" the man asked.

Su Tina nodded.

"It's ridiculous, miss. With your qualifications, you shouldn't work in that kind of place anyway. They are all low-level migrant workers, hard-working poor ghosts, graduates of Pheasant University. That place doesn't belong to you."

"Where do I belong?" Su Tina herself was a little confused.

"You belong to the world!" the man said firmly.

"Huh?" Su Tina was puzzled.

"The oldest treasure belongs to the museum. The most graceful woman belongs to the model agency." The man said solemnly: "Believe me, we will package you up in the most professional manner and promote it to the world. Whether you want to be a star, you are Whether you want to debut as a trainee, join a variety show, or act as an endorsement for a top company, our SET company will help you realize your dream!!"

Su Tina felt funny in her heart, she only belonged to herself and no one else.

But it is also a job after all, she asked: "How much does your company pay models for a month?"

Speaking of money, the man immediately became less impassioned. He scratched his head and said, "This... depends on your grades. If you can do well, you can get 500W a month..."

500 million won

When Su Tina heard it, she felt that the other party was drawing big cakes, and she thought she was so foolish.She asked directly: "Is there a basic salary, and how much is the basic salary?"

The man hesitated for a long time, and said hesitantly, "40 won..."

40 Korean won, converted into RMB, is about 2000 yuan.

This price is really not high, but Su Tina was moved, at least this man didn't seem to be lying.

In the past few days she came to Korea, she spent almost 2000 yuan.She must at least make up this hole, otherwise the fund will be less than 1 at the end, and she will be directly judged as a failure of the challenge.

She also believes that after entering a modeling agency, she will not live on a basic salary alone.

"Take me there," she said immediately.

(End of this chapter)