don't call me singer

Chapter 867 The headwind strikes!

600 years ago, Lee Ji-hoon, the president of HSL, woke up from the darkness again.

This is a dungeon, dark and dark, and he has been here for an unknown number of days.

Finding himself still in this desperate place, he yelled again:
"Let me go, let me go quickly! I'm not the one you want to imprison!"

"I want to see Mr. Zhong! Mr. Zhong!"

"Wang Yida, where are you, come out!"

The shouts spread out in this low, damp and messy cell, but there was no echo at all.

As if absorbed by the surrounding cells and darkness.

What's even more depressing is that it's raining.

The humidity in the air is so humid that it can't be melted, making people wet all over.

The rain began to seep from overhead and from all directions.

Slowly, it changed from seepage to a rushing stream.

The water on the ground was knee-deep, mice bigger than weasels were swimming in the water, and occasionally snakes came out of nowhere.

After soaking in the water for a day and a night, Li Zhixun was about to collapse: "Who will save me...help me..."

Unfortunately, no one came to rescue him.

He seems to have been completely forgotten.

As an NPC thrown into a certain era by a certain system, he is just a vassal of a tool man.

But now, a tool man has completely become a tool man, and he has lost the value of being used.

And the system that started to mess up and then abandoned, seemed to have no interest in looking back at him, and completely pulled him out of this vortex.

The torment of not knowing when it will end is one thing, but what makes Li Zhixun even more terrifying is ignorance.

He knew nothing about this era, let alone what would happen next.

Some time ago, he could still hear Wang Yida's roar next door, but during this time, Wang Yida's voice also disappeared.

In modern society, he has been unable to contact Wang Yida.

What happened to Wang Yida?
Was he executed by the emperor of Ming Dynasty?
If people die in this era, will they also die in modern times?

Otherwise, why did Wang Yida disappear?
It's not that Li Zhixun hasn't considered admitting counsel.

The so-called from the heart, in fact, is the simplest.

But in reality, he is already riding a tiger.

The transaction with Wang Yida and the behavior of helping Wang Yida to launder money can make him sit in prison in reality.

Not to mention, as the boss of a Korean entertainment company, his ass can't be wiped clean.

If Wang Yida died, he would not be particularly worried.

What he was more worried about was that if Wang Yida was arrested, he would be confessed...

Li Zhixun is used to a life of rich clothes and fine food, he can't imagine that he will be imprisoned and become a prisoner.

so what should I do now?
A dark, water-soaked cell is definitely not a good place to think.

Even though he was already in such a miserable situation, things were still developing in a more miserable direction. After a certain thunder, there was a commotion outside, and then the light from the oil lamp that leaked from the exit of the dungeon disappeared.

When the last ray of light disappeared, he stood in the knee-deep water in a daze, his eyes were dark, only hearing and touch remained.

He could hear something swimming in the water, a rat or a snake?
something close to his ankle...

slippery, cool...

"Ah!!!!" Li Zhixun woke up and jumped up from the bed, like a frightened little girl.

Beside him, an artist under his banner also jumped up in fright: "President, President, what's wrong with you?"

"Get out, get out!" Li Zhixun pointed at the door and roared.

The female artist hugged her clothes and was mercilessly kicked out.

Hearing the door close behind him with a "bang", the female artist gave a bang and spat, "What the hell, my lady's pants are still inside!"

She took out her mobile phone and called out: "Come and pick me up, yes, it's in Panpudong... let's go eat army pot together tonight, mother, don't mention it, just treat it as being bitten by a dog, what the hell It's a mad dog..."

With that said, she put on a T-shirt, tugged at the hem of the T-shirt, and walked barefoot to the elevator.

A young service worker in the serviced apartment glanced at her, then quickly turned his head away, not daring to look any further.

Working in this kind of place, I see a lot of similar things.

After driving away the female artists under the banner, Li Zhixun walked up and down the room violently.

Li Zhixun is the president (CEO) of HSL, but not the president (chairman).

In the early days of HSL's establishment, HSL fell into operational difficulties, and he accepted several financings, which made his shares in HSL only about 10%.

Although he has been serving as the president, the largest shareholders are several Korean conglomerates and some American capital.

After all, he is a big wage earner.

But at this moment, he had to prepare to run away.

But before leaving...he had to reserve a way out for himself.

He turned on the computer, found the company's account, and first bought a large amount of digital currency with a fund under his personal control.

Then he silently counted his expenses.

Not enough, the money is not enough to buy a small island in the southern hemisphere for the rest of my life...

I need more money.

First sell the shares in your own hands, then find a way to embezzle some public funds, and then...

He didn't want to work for those major shareholders for more than ten years in vain, but in the end, he took the shares in his hands and made them cheaper.

Li Zhixun thought hard about what money he could use.

Suddenly he thought of several concerts in Southeast Asia, and the money that was originally laundered for Wang Yida.

Adding those should be enough...

It's just that the money has not yet entered the account he can control.

Li Zhixun secretly encouraged himself.

Wait any longer, you can leave immediately!

What Korean entertainment, what Korean wave, I don't play anymore, I'm going to be the emperor of the country...

After making up his mind, Li Zhixun walked out of the room, and heard the TV that he forgot to turn off last night, playing the news in the living room, and talking about something with the volume turned down.

Li Zhixun heard the faint voice, quickly grabbed the remote control, and turned up the volume.

"The world's largest offshore structure, the 'Sea Dragon Palace', has arrived in the Taiwan Strait after two days of sailing. At present, the average speed of the 'Sea Dragon Palace' is about 15 kilometers per hour, and the speed is 8 knots."

"Currently, the 'Sea Dragon Palace' is still 4000 kilometers away from the destination Semarang performance venue. If you want to arrive at the performance venue before May 5, the current speed must be doubled to 25 kilometers per hour. Only at a speed of 30 knots can we arrive on May 16th, which is already the speed of an ordinary cargo ship, and it is an impossible speed for such a giant as the 'Sea Dragon Palace'."

"According to the current situation, it may be difficult for 'Sea Dragon Palace' to catch up with the first tour."

Hearing this passage, Li Zhixun couldn't bear it any longer, and laughed wildly.

You have today too!
Can't keep up!
Ah ha ha ha ha ha!

This is probably the best news Li Zhixun has heard so far.

But this is not over yet, Li Zhixun heard the news again: "Just now we have received a piece of unfortunate news. According to the weather forecast, due to the influence of the new low pressure in the Pacific Ocean, the wind direction will change from north to south in the near future. I'm afraid the 'Sea Dragon Palace' will face headwinds..."

"Now on the Internet, many netizens are discussing whether the 'Sea Dragon Palace' can catch up with the performance. Many people who have already bought tickets have already started asking whether they can refund their tickets..."

"Ahahahahahahaha..." Li Zhixun was in his living room, watching the 100-inch TV, smiling like a fool.

Gu Xiaobai, Gu Xiaobai, you have today too!
May you encounter headwinds every day!

(End of this chapter)