Korean Hurricane Idol

Get up early and finish what you didn't finish yesterday, and post it in advance!There are not many chapters in this plot, about two chapters, and I won’t mention anything about capital injection. The main reason is to take this opportunity to let Mark appear on the stage a little bit, not only as a symbol, but according to my idea, the protagonist will be with him in the future. He still has more cooperation opportunities, and holding shares can only be regarded as a stepping stone.

"Suddenly, why do you want to go to America?"

The next day, Quan Baogen hurried back to the company after receiving a call, looked at An Junhyuk who was sitting leisurely behind his desk, and asked in surprise.

An Junhyuk got up and poured him a cup of hot water, and said with a smile, "A friend invited me to visit him, hehe, I can't refuse, there's nothing I can do." [

"But it can't be now!" Quan Baogen scratched his recently thinning hair, "When can't I go to see my friends? I got the news last night that an investor is going to buy the movie you're in from kbs." The copyright of the drama, the person who disclosed the news to me said that the TV station is a little bit excited, maybe it will be sold out at some time, how can you go abroad at this time? If the two parties reach an agreement, the new producer will summon the lead actor , but you can't come back from the United States, how can I explain to others?"

He looked sad.

If it were any other manager, it would definitely be a curse if the artists under him dared to make such a decision without authorization, but he couldn't, or dare not.Although he has been deliberately forgetting recently, no matter how much he hypnotizes himself, he can't forget the appearance of that young man named Cha Won-sung next to An Jun-hyuk that day with a pistol hanging under his armpit. It is a gun, and ordinary people can't touch it at all. It is a terrible weapon. In my impression, apart from official organizations, only private bodyguards and gangsters own it.

This cognition made him curious about An Junhe's identity, but he was still curious, and had no desire to investigate at all. After all, to him, whether it was a private bodyguard or a gangster, the meaning and background represented were not the same. He could provoke it, but at the same time, he felt a little afraid of An Junhe in his heart.

Thinking about it, he sighed: "... really have to go?"

"Well! If possible, I don't want to leave at this time." An Junhe nodded, and said that the copyright acquisition negotiations with KBS had already started, and it was the moment that he needed to pay close attention to behind the scenes.

Quan Baogen wiped his face, pondered for a while, and asked, "Okay, how long are we going?"

"If everything goes well, two or three days will be enough. Even if it doesn't go well, I will be back within a week."

He said that in a week, plus the time to apply for the certificate, the cousin and KBS TV station may not be able to negotiate well, and it will not delay things anyway.

Quan Baogen nodded, "Okay, I will help you get in touch and get your passport and visa as soon as possible..." As he spoke, he looked at An Junhe, murmured, and said, "Don't lie to me, a week at most .”

An Junhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I see, do you want me to swear?"

"Hey, if swearing is useful, why do you need the law..."

Just kidding, Quan Baogen immediately used the company's channels to apply for passports and visas for An Junhyuk. The company often deals with relevant departments due to business relationships, and is very familiar with this aspect. Within two days, Quan Baogen handed over all the documents to An Junhe's hand.

On August 8th, Seoul was still in midsummer. After the cold air lasted for a while, it only maintained a short period of coolness, and then it began to heat up again. The sun hung high in the blue sky, releasing terrifying light and heat to the ground.

In such weather, An Junhe got on the plane to the United States.

When Xiuying and the other girls wanted to spend two days at his house on the weekend and instigated Xiuyan to call him the next day, he was already in a foreign country, that beautiful city by the sea—San Francisco , or another alias for it that people will be more familiar with:

San Francisco!

The exotic buildings, the long railway tracks and railcars laid on the sightseeing route, the white, yellow and black people who speak English, all of these, for An Junhe, have a long-lost freshness, in the dream He has traveled abroad a lot, but most of them are within Asia. There are not many people in the United States, and he has never been to the city of San Francisco.

If he had time, maybe he would take advantage of this novelty to have a good time, but this time he was out of time, so naturally he didn't have so much leisure time, so he hurried to the train station as soon as he got off the plane. [

When Xiuyan called, he was waiting at the train station for the train to Palo Alto.

As soon as I got through, I heard Xiuyan who was very noisy in the microphone, and couldn't help frowning, "Where are you? Why are you so noisy?"

"I..." An Junhe was about to say that he was in San Francisco, when he suddenly remembered something, laughed, and deliberately teased her: "Guess!"

His rare playfulness made Xiuyan stunned, and for a moment she didn't know why he was on a nerve, "I don't know, you..."

Just as he was talking, An Junhyuk stood in the noisy waiting hall on the other side, holding his mobile phone high, and the soft voice of the operator reporting the train number through the radio immediately turned into a signal and was transmitted to Xiuyan's ears. For her, there is a very familiar language, and there are place names that although a little strange, have never been forgotten.

At this moment, her heart beat suddenly, and an impulse couldn't be controlled. She didn't want to control it and rushed up from the bottom of her heart, which turned into excitement. She hugged the phone tightly with a flushed face and screamed: "San Francisco... Are you in San Francisco? "

The ear-piercing high-pitched sound, like fingernails scratching the glass, made everyone in the dance room shudder and get goosebumps. They all looked over strangely for a while, but she couldn't care less and just sat down. On the floor, happy and excited, "Isn't that the San Francisco train station? Isn't it?"

"Hahahaha! Yes, I'm at the San Francisco train station. I got off the plane in the morning, and now I'm waiting for the bus to Palo Alto!"

"..." She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but her throat trembled and she made a sound that seemed to be choking.

That was the city where she was born and grew up, and it kept the most worrying time in her life. For her, that was her hometown, but the place she is now is a foreign country.Over the past few years, midnight dreams have been tossed and turned, missing the house and community I used to live in several times, the school I missed when I was young, the childhood friends who have been away for a long time, and when the sunset falls to the sea level, the afterglow passes through the ships and tall buildings in the port. The whole city is dyed golden and gentle.

Many pictures flashed in front of my eyes, and it was impossible to distinguish the specific content. They were the memories she had accumulated in that city for ten years, and they had been buried deep in her mind. She knew whether it was the violent heartbeat that made the blood flow too fast and caused the lack of nourishment, or the intense thoughts that made her spirit a little unbearable.

It took a long time before she recovered from the sudden and intense surprise, tried her best to breathe calmly, and asked tremblingly, "You...how did you get there?"

"Ah, I have something to go to Palo Alto, passing by here...Xiuyan, do you want me to buy some things for you to take back? Haven't you received a gift from your hometown for a long time?"

"No, I receive it every year!" The girl puffed up her cheeks and said stiffly, and then she heard An Junhe laughing.

Her family has all moved back to South Korea, and the relationship here is blocked by the long distance and several years, and they have almost lost contact. No one would send her gifts from thousands of miles away.After laughing for a while, An Junhe looked at the train number and said, "Okay, the car I'm going to take is coming soon, do you want me to take it for you?"

"I..." The girl who felt a little embarrassed by his smile opened her mouth and was about to say "no", but the memory still flashed in her mind, making her stop, paused for a moment, and said, "If... …if you could, could you come over to where my family used to live and take a picture of it for me? I…I want to see what it has become…”

In the bustling station, An Junhe covered his ears with one hand and tried to listen to her whispered request. He didn't expect her request to be this. He was taken aback, and then he replied loudly: "Okay, send me the address later. I'll go over and have a look before I go back...the car has pulled into the station, so let's do this first, bye!"

"bye!"

Hanging up the phone in a daze, Xiuyan sat there blankly, staring straight ahead blankly, in a daze...

……

The United States, San Francisco, An Junhyuk, who had already boarded the car, waited for more than an hour, and was about to arrive at the destination before receiving a text message from Xiuyan.

"Girl, after so long, did you let go again?" He muttered softly, saving the text message. [

The area around San Francisco is extremely densely populated. The trains are speeding past, and the scenery retreating quickly is not as magnificent as other places except for buildings. Naturally, people are not interested in watching it. After resting my eyes for a while, I arrived at the destination, Palo Alto, a rather delicate and charming town.

Get off the bus with a backpack in hand. This small town where Silicon Valley originated has quite a lot of people. The aisle of the station was already packed. Ahn Jun-hyuk, who was pushed forward by the crowd, stood on tiptoe to search for a long time before finally At the periphery of the exit, I saw a man wearing a T-shirt and shorts. Although his slightly curly brown hair was combed neatly, it could be seen that he hadn’t cut it for a long time. His beard seemed to be freshly shaved, because there was still a conspicuous blood scab on his chin... …

The young man was holding a sign with the Roman pronunciation of An Junhe's name written on it. He was looking around the passageway, with a slightly nervous expression on his face.

"Looking like this, who would see that he is a future legend? He wouldn't even believe it when he looked in the mirror..."

Seeing the young man who was completely different from the confident, mature, and immature youth he had seen on TV in the future, An Junhe secretly sighed, and while trying to squeeze over there, he raised his hand high: "Mark, here! Here! "

The boiling voices interfered with his voice, and it took a while for Mark outside the passage to find him, and quickly squeezed into the crowd, smiling and waving the sign in his hand.

When An Junhe finally squeezed out of the passage and joined Mark, he looked up a little embarrassedly while still holding a sign, and smiled shyly: "Hn, you are so tall..."

Unexpectedly, the first sentence of the meeting was like this. An Junhe couldn't laugh or cry, put down his backpack and hugged him: "Mark, my friend, I finally see you."

This intimate action surprised Mark, and then all the embarrassment and embarrassment that was still there disappeared in the hug. The friendship accumulated through the Internet and telephone in the past few months, with this hug, immediately disappeared. He also embraced the estrangement caused by close contact, "Ann, my friend, welcome to Palo Alto!"