Star Media Helmsman

() In May, Lin Weiran is going to play the most sinister game of chess since he started business. Unlike the past, who pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger after the lukewarm layout, he invited the king to enter the urn. This time he took the initiative to face a game of close combat. At the last moment, it is not yet known who will win.Coming out of the bungalow filled with an inexplicable smell, Lin Weiran panted heavily. The smell of this man who hasn't showered for almost a month made him unbearable, not to mention the threat of killing you if he doesn't cooperate with this cold face. game.

From the day when Xu Rencheng fell down, Lin Weiran expanded his shareholding through stock trading. The trading trader was a middle-aged uncle introduced by Gu Huan. He looked calm and reliable, and his skills were also very good. [-]% Although it hurts to share the revenue as a reward, Lin Weiran has never been greedy for this kind of cooperation between hello, me, and everyone. It's just that the sudden battle made him very tight. He couldn't care less about that much.

It should be that the ex-convict uncle who has had this kind of experience doesn’t talk much. When Lin Weiran expressed his intention to come, he just glanced at the Khmer medicine standing beside him, and then turned to the computer to stare at the graphs. After saying something, it will be [-]% and he will be silent again. The skill of self-cultivation of emotions and anger is very profound, and he seems a little more open-minded.It’s just that it’s hard for Lin Weiran to trust him in this situation, so after he went out, he said to the Khmer medicine who came out: “Uncle Gao, he must be very upset when we do this, so I will trouble you to keep an eye on him for a few days. "..

Khmer Medicine nodded, still not talking much when doing things.

Lin Weiran sighed, laughed at himself lightly, and then said to himself: "After this time, you should be able to make money easily?"

"Perhaps." Khmer Medicine replied, paused.Ask again: "Who did you see when you went to meet those people last time?"

Lin Weiran stretched out a finger, "One. But it's the most important one. These guys are very deceitful. Except for that Kim Jae-cheol who is a bit interesting, none of the others came. I really don't know if I am too confident or too cautious. Anyway, in the next few years, we are destined to retire a few times, and I don’t know how to meet and form a fate first, and if we lose, no matter who wins, we will be embarrassed to kill them.”

The Khmer medicine didn't give face and asked: "Even if they often eat at the same table, they won't hold back. Will you show mercy after meeting?"

Lin Weiran shook his head without thinking, "No. It's too childish to show mercy."

The Khmer drug glanced at the watch and reminded: "If you don't show mercy, the time will be almost up."

Lin Weiran was silent for a moment, maybe a little dazed for a moment, then took out his mobile phone and dialed Han Weiyi's number, with a resolute expression, without any hesitation.

Here, Han Weiyi, who briefly talked about the progress with Lin Weiran, put down his phone.Returning to his seat, he faced the middle-aged president who was still wearing work clothes. He was not tall, and his head was a little bald, and he looked a little wretched with black-rimmed glasses.There was a smell of lead in ink on his body.He looked up at Han Weiyi, his eyes were very puzzled, he didn't understand why this strange woman who suddenly appeared yesterday bought a printing factory that could barely make ends meet.

"Has President Shen considered it?" Han Weiyi asked with a smile.

"Miss Han. This printing factory is our family's ancestral business. During the Japanese colonial period, it also printed leaflets for du li people. It has a history of decades." President Shen Mingxun said reluctantly, put down That attractive contract.The attitude is ambiguous.

"That's it. For the Korean du li movement, for the decades-old history of this printing factory, and for your ancestral business, I will add another billion." Han Weiyi leaned forward while speaking, and moved his hands together. Instead of wrapping his arms around his chest, he propped his elbows on the table and looked at the back of his raised right hand, as if examining it.

It was a beautiful hand, white and slender, just looking at it seemed to be able to smell the fragrance. President Shen Mingxun's eyes looked at that hand through the lens like this. There is an irresistible temptation taste.

But after all, Shen Mingxun is also a president who manages hundreds of employees. Being hooked does not mean that he has to swallow in front of a woman. Shuguang Printing is a resounding brand in the industry, not only big newspapers such as Dong-A Ribao have fixed business and shares with us, but there are very few printed materials indoors in Seoul that are not from us..."

Shen Mingxun's voice became smaller and smaller, because Han Weiyi raised a finger and put it behind her mouth. It was her cold face that suddenly became serious.

"President Shen Mingxun, the Dongya Ri Newspaper's shares in Shuguang Printing are only less than 20.00%, and it is purely for its own business protection. What I am buying now is all the shares of Shuguang under your name, and the price is already cheaper than all of Shuguang. Ten percent more, so all your reasons are for more, am I right?"

Shen Mingxun suppressed his flattering smile, and said with a serious face: "Miss Han, if you say that, it may be difficult to negotiate this business."

Han Weiyi said coldly: "If Dong Ya Ri News finds out that you have embezzled public funds and used them for illegal gambling, I don't think you, the president, will be able to continue."

The arrogance Shen Mingxun had just built up was extinguished by Han Weiyi's words in less than ten seconds. He looked at the beautiful woman with a heart like a snake in front of him, and his whole body seemed to have been punctured by a balloon.

Wiping his sweat with his handkerchief, Shen Mingxun compromised and said, "Miss Han really knows how to joke. This deal is good, but when will we make the deal? As long as Miss Han is free, I will be free."

"Wait."

Han Weiyi stood up and walked to the window of the president's office on the second floor of the factory. There were dozens of large printing machines in the factory working non-stop. Looking at the paper products on the assembly line, she said again, "My The lawyer is free until eleven o'clock."

eleven o'clock?

Shen Mingxun looked up at the clock on the wall. It was three o'clock in the afternoon.

How can such a large transaction of tens of billions of dollars have to wait until the lawyer is free?

He thought carefully, the eleven o'clock that Han Weiyi said became more and more familiar to him, his eyes turned from the woman to the schedule on the other side, and as soon as he glanced at the top of the list, his heart jumped because of the possibility.

"understood?"

When Han Weiyi's voice came, Shen Mingxun turned his head to meet the woman's eyes again, sweating profusely, but felt dizzy.

"Shh, this is a secret, don't let too many people know about it." Han Weiyi said softly, gesturing with a finger on his lips.

……

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Lin Weiran drove to Zhonglu District. He stopped in front of a brightly lit building. I was planning to splurge here for an hour, and when I came back from Sokcho, Khmer Medicine handed him a list. Everyone on it was not inferior to him in terms of ability and influence, and some were even more than half a chip higher than him. This fiercely competitive Colosseum in Seoul has honed these characters to such a degree that even suspense film directors can't imagine the degree of cunning and cunning of a veteran. The unattainable success in their eyes is like a child's play to them.

Jeon Dong-geun, the president of Dong-Ari News; Kim Jae-chul, the current director of MBC; Pei Rongguang, a financial figure in Myeong-dong, who is the disciple and grandson of Han Mourya in terms of status in the world; Shen Zhihao, the deputy director of the Elson Research Institute.With the addition of Lin Weiran, this list itself is real gold and silver. If they work together, it will be an exaggeration to say that a media empire that attracts everyone's attention will be born tomorrow. Their ability to twist into a hemp rope, survival of the fittest is the only result.

There are not many seats on it, and Lin Weiran has no place to sit if he wants someone else. In order to let the butt decide the head, no one will hide it. When he can't wait to show his housekeeping skills, the risk is nothing .

Three hours passed quickly. When the phone rang, Lin Weiran only thought that many things would start tonight, and even a calm person would become nervous.

Picking up the phone, Lin Weiran said, "The contract is settled?"

A tired voice came from the other end of the phone, "Well, but I still have to keep an eye on him until I find him over there. I'll keep an eye on him."

Han Weiyi, who was holding the phone, glanced at Shen Mingxun who seemed to have just finished a marathon, turned around, and couldn't help but worry a little: "Is it okay to make such a big fuss? The abc association won't let this kind of thing go lightly. People with authority will also come to find fault."

Lin Weiran withdrew his gaze and said with a smile: "You have a tiger skin as a banner, you should make good use of it when it's time to use it, and no one will trouble you when the time comes."

Han Weiyi asked: "What about you? Who ordered me to do this? They will find out once they investigate."

Lin Weiran was silent for a while, and just replied: "Be optimistic about Shen Mingxun, optimistic about Shuguang, since we decided to start first, it is useless to worry so much."

Shuguang Printing Factory has no reputation in the business world. It is said to be a factory, but it is actually more similar to the small workshop used by Dongya Ribao to print newspapers. Dongya Ribao Group closed its printing industry in 2000 in order to save money, and turned to printing. The business is contracted out, and Shuguang Printing Factory is one of the printing factories that contracted these businesses. It prints nearly 100 million copies of newspapers every day.

Now, the Suguang Printing Factory is owned by Lin Weiran, but one of his competitors, the president of the East Asia Daily, Quan Donggeun, does not know that the first step of Lin Weiran's plan is to target the East Asia Daily, which has the second largest circulation in Korea, and It is better to strike first.

Quan Donggeun, who rejected Lin Weiran's invitation once, still doesn't know what kind of impact that supper will have on the Dongya Ribao as a whole. (To be continued.)