Me who fears women travels with beautiful girls

Chapter 96 22, Iron Plate

As time passed day by day, Song Wenbin felt that his days in Seoul gradually became more nourishing.The expansion of the transfer office was faster than he had imagined. It was obviously just a casual idea, but there was really room for survival in this land.

Thanks to the active cooperation of Pu Yantong and other backbones, they soon had more than [-] members.There were even two local bakeries and breweries willing to pay for Song Wenbin's rally, letting him help promote their products.

Even if you don’t count the supplies donated by ordinary believers, the funds sponsored by those shops alone are far more than 1000 million won.If the donated food is counted, Song Wenbin thinks that the materials circulated through his hands may exceed more than 3000 million won.

This has greatly exceeded the Korean won needed to win the game. He simply did not believe that Huo Yu and Su Tina could earn more money than him within a month.

However, Song Wenbin did not collect the money sponsored by those merchants.He gave a small part of the money to the backbone of the transfer bureau, and all the rest of the money to Pu Yantong for him to use it to manage relationships.

I don't know whether it's Park Yantong's outstanding ability or South Korea really has no taboos about this area. It didn't take long for Song Wenbin to get a certificate of non-governmental organizations issued by the Ministry of Culture, Sports and Tourism of South Korea. stamped.

After getting the permission, Song Wenbin let go of his hands and feet, and he didn't care about 21. He held [-] consecutive rallies within a week, one at noon and one at night.And the location of the rally is no longer limited to Kowloon Village, but spreads all over the streets of Seoul.

It’s not difficult for him, it’s just a change of place to do outdoor live broadcast. The content is changed from the luxury cars and beauties that Chinese young people like to watch to the life and death issues that middle-aged and elderly people in Korea care about. The essence is the same. .

Seeing the believers weeping, happy, and raising their arms enthusiastically, Song Wenbin also felt that his life value had been reflected.

On this day, Song Wenbin came to a small stadium in Guanyue District because of a rally, after another packed rally.

Song Wenbin walked off the podium panting.

Pu Yantong, who was always by his side, quickly brought him a glass of water. Song Wenbin drank the water and asked Han Gaoen, the backbone responsible for finance, "Has the number of people in this rally increased?"

A man dressed as a professional manager translated Song Wenbin's words to Han Gaoen. After listening to it, Han Gaoen raised five fingers excitedly and chattered non-stop.

Pu Yantong translated for Song Wenbin: "Our rally has 500 more people than the last one! If this continues, we will go to the Olympic Park to carry out activities soon!!"

Returning to the Olympic Park, Song Wenbin thought to himself, it is enough for ordinary people at the bottom of this kind of thing to listen to the picture and have fun, but he doesn't know how it will end if it really gets bigger.

Fortunately, there is only one week until the end of the challenge, and the gangster will be able to return to China after this week.

"Remember to distribute all supplies to those who participated in the rally, don't waste and don't be greedy." Song Wenbin reminded again.

Although this is just a program challenge for him, he also sincerely hopes that Park Yantong and the others can serve the public well after he leaves, sell the placebo he prepared, and bring happiness to the Korean people. For this reason, he hopes this The organization can be purer.

"Understood! Brother, we have returned all the food to the believers. You don't know, those sausages and beer are enough to open a supermarket..." Before Han Gaoen finished speaking, a man in black clothes came quickly from a distance bald.

Song Wenbin instinctively felt that something was wrong, because that person's aura was completely different from that of his followers, and he was also very young.

Before he could react, the man in black quickly pulled out a fruit knife from his arms, and stabbed Song Wenbin's neck.

Song Wenbin hadn't reacted yet, but Pu Yantong, who had been guarding him all the time, had already seen something was wrong. While drinking, he suddenly pulled the water bottle out of his mouth, and smashed the bottle of water on the man's face.At the same time, he opened his arms to protect Song Wenbin, and shouted in Korean: "Protect Big Brother!!!"

The knife was very sharp, and in an instant it made a gash about a foot long on Pu Yantong's face.

It wasn't until this time that the other backbones of the Transfer Bureau reacted. They shouted loudly and formed a human wall to surround Song Wenbin.Han Gaoen protected him and walked out of the stadium with all his might.

Pu Yantong, on the other hand, seemed to be in a frenzy. With the help of his left and right, he pinned down the man who attacked suddenly.

The chaos caused by the man quickly spread. Song Wenbin turned his head and couldn't see anything, only the crazy heads and the screams of middle-aged and elderly people around him.

"Where's Pu Yantong!?" Song Wenbin shouted.

Han Gaoen didn't know what Song Wenbin was yelling, but kept backing away while protecting him.

The photography team followed behind him, eagerly filming.

Outside the stadium, Han Gaoen pushed Song Wenbin into a Kia car.Then I got into the car, started the car with trembling hands, and drove towards their gathering place sweating profusely.

Song Wenbin sat here, his palms trembling non-stop. Up to this moment, he still hadn't recovered from the confusion just now.

At that inconspicuous second, he found himself so close to death.That complete stranger really wanted to kill him.

"Where's Pu Yantong?" Song Wenbin asked again.

The backbone sitting in the car was also sweating profusely. None of them answered Song Wenbin's question, not because they didn't want to answer Song Wenbin, but because they didn't know about Pu Yantong's situation at the moment.

The car drove to a simple rental house near Jiulong Village and stopped.After the development of his career, Pu Yantong's team rented a house for Song Wenbin, and did not let him live in the slums of Jiulong Village, which also became the office of the Transfer Bureau.

After arriving at the place, Han Gaoen got out of the car first and opened the door for Song Wenbin.A group of cadres came down first to protect Song Wenbin. They watched nervously and escorted him upstairs.

It wasn't until entering the office that a group of people relaxed.But before Song Wenbin could heave a sigh of relief, Han Gaoen took out two handfuls of cooking utensils from the kitchen and distributed them to a group of backbones. A group of people stood by the door and window of the transfer station, looking outside as if facing a formidable enemy. .

Seeing these random people protecting him with pans, kitchen knives and mops, Song Wenbin couldn't laugh. He just felt his body was extremely heavy, and he leaned on the chair and let out a long sigh, feeling extremely headache.

After an unknown amount of time, Pu Yantong came back with two photographers. His face was roughly tied with a gauze. As soon as he entered the door, he rushed to Song Wenbin's side and squatted down beside him.

"Big... big brother... are you okay..."

Seeing his flustered look, Song Wenbin was both sad and distressed. He touched the gauze on Pu Yantong's face and asked, "How is the injury?"

"I'm fine, this injury is nothing." Pu Yantong heaved a long sigh of relief seeing that Song Wenbin was fine.

Only then did the other backbones gather together, discussing with each other.Some were outraged, others worried.

Seeing that Pu Yantong was fine, Song Wenbin calmed down uncharacteristically at this moment. He clapped his hands, and the transfer station quickly became quiet, and everyone gathered around him.

Song Wenbin asked Pu Yantong, "Where is that person now?"

"I handed him over to the police station."

"Very good." Song Wenbin praised, and then asked, "Are you from another sect?"

"Nothing can escape the eyes of big brother."

Pu Yantong said softly, and he took out a piece of bright red paper from his arms and handed it to Song Wenbin.

A sentence was handwritten in Chinese on the piece of paper.

"Stop all your gatherings immediately, or die."

There is no signature or signature, only the back of the paper, with a square pattern inside a circle and a cross inside the square, which at first glance looks like a tablecloth.

"This is…?"

"This is the emblem of Xintiandi." Pu Yantong said softly, "I found it on that person. Before the murderer is handed over to the police, let me give you this letter."

All the backbones looked down at the mark behind the paper, and the atmosphere in the office was so oppressive that it could drip.

"Xintiandi is a well-known sect around Seoul." Park Yantong said in a low voice, "It's very powerful."

Song Wenbin was silent.

He came to Seoul just to shoot a show, he didn't expect the people here to welcome him like this.Whether it is positive or negative.

"Brother...what should I do..." Pu Yantong asked softly.

All the backbones also looked at Song Wenbin, held their breath, and waited for his answer.

Song Wenbin just shook his head, "Not much to do."

Pu Yantong looked at him in surprise.

Song Wenbin touched Pu Yantong's shoulder and said: "Since what happened today, it means that our expansion has encountered an obstacle. When we encounter an obstacle, we can either move it away or let it go. We are weak now. The strength is very small. I am not qualified to challenge others, so let's stop for now."

Pu Yantong was startled, his eyes widened unwillingly, and he said, "But brother! They dare to treat you like this, I can't bear it!!"

The other backbones on the side also nodded one after another, filled with righteous indignation, and yelled something loudly.They are all young people. After experiencing such a thing suddenly, the more they think about it, the more angry they become.

Although Song Wenbin could not understand Korean, he could fully guess what they meant from their expressions.

He shook his head and said to Pu Yantong: "You don't have to feel humiliated for me. My time in Seoul is short. Soon, I will leave here and return to China."

Song Wenbin pointed to the photographer on the side and said to Pu Yantong: "From the beginning, I have never lied to you, I hope you can understand."

Pu Yantong's face faded instantly and turned pale. He looked at the photographers who were carrying cameras. These people were so silent that he even ignored their existence.

Song Wenbin continued: "Although we have hit the iron plate, it is under the condition of our continuous expansion. But in Jiulong Village, this is our basic base. As long as you guard this place well, it is not a problem for you to live a well-off life." of……"

Song Wenbin's words were heard in Pu Yantong's ears, but they couldn't help drifting, sometimes far and sometimes near.The half a month with Song Wenbin was like an unreal dream, full of energy and hope every day.This kind of time passed so fast that Pu Yantong didn't even realize that the dream was a day of waking up.

"No...no...no..." he began incoherently.

Song Wenbin sat up straight, looked him in the eyes seriously, and said: "After I leave, the transfer office can continue to exist. I think you have kept the records of my speech, keep them, and follow my instructions. The way to continue to operate. Remember, don't..."

"No!!" Pu Yantong interrupted Song Wenbin loudly.

At this moment, this person of the same age whom he met by chance for less than half a month knelt down in front of Song Wenbin again.Not only did he kneel down, but Han Gaoen and the other backbones also knelt down in front of Song Wenbin.

Song Wenbin turned pale with shock, the camera is still filming, what does it matter if he is kneeled by so many people at once.

"Get up! Stand up!" Song Wenbin said loudly, "Don't kneel!!"

But this time, Pu Yantong, who has always been obedient to him, did not listen to him. When he raised his head again, his eyes were already blurred with tears, and he cried, "Brother, you can't leave us. If you leave, what will we do?" Let’s do it, how will our Transfer Bureau continue to operate!!”

Song Wenbin: "Didn't I tell you? After I leave, the Transfer Bureau can continue to operate, but you have to secretly accumulate strength and capital..."

"Do not!!"

Pu Yantong lay on the ground, looked at Song Wenbin with tears, and shouted: "I don't want those things, big brother, haven't you seen it in Seoul for so many days, we are all hopeless people!! We are just A bunch of trash!! A bunch of worthless walking dead, only with you by our side can we see hope!!"

As he said that, Pu Yantong hugged Song Wenbin's thigh tightly, and begged incoherently, "Brother, don't leave us, stay here, help us, help us people who have no hope."

(End of this chapter)