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When the text message was received, Lin Weiran was attending an intimate social party. The host of the party was a new designer who was in the limelight in the Korean fashion circle. He had nothing to do with Lin Weiran, but someone sent the invitation to Han Weiran. According to this, hearing that many media gathered here, Lin Weiran still went happily.

Checking text messages when talking with someone is an act of not paying attention to the other party, so Lin Weiran chooses to ignore it, and continues to chat with the editor-in-chief of 'highcut' in front of him, a lady over [-] years old in fine clothes.Standing by her side, Han Weiyi added a few words from time to time. Although she couldn't figure out why this man suddenly became interested in fashion magazines, she temporarily restrained her doubts and devoted herself wholeheartedly to this kind of social interaction.

"Profit is the president's business, and I generally don't care about it. Anyway, I just keep increasing the number of advertisement pages. If it's just the circulation, it's hard for fashion magazines to guarantee the cost.

The noble lady in luxurious clothes spoke eloquently, and she was very curious about the reason for Lin Weiran's question: "Could it be that Representative Lin is very interested in the magazine industry?"

"Just curious." Lin Weiran said perfunctorily.

The noble lady in Chinese clothes has a good self-cultivation, but she has no other thoughts. She just reminded: "The Korean magazine industry is too stable. If you really say it is a stagnant pool, there is no major development or regression. It's just that Koreans are obsessed with luxury goods. Every season In the first month of [-], the major luxury brands always competed for our page, which is interesting.”

At this moment, the host of the party arrived. It was just a woman about 30 years old in a black dress, but the person behind her was a well-known designer in Korea.There are not many people who don't know Andre Jin.

However, Lin Weiran was not interested in this high-ranking designer. When he noticed Song Meizhen who had followed him, he immediately apologized and left, as if hiding.

"You have a grudge?"

<i的宋美珍，不是什么八卦杂志的小猫小狗。”

Lin Weiran was noncommittal: "Is she very powerful?"

Han Weiyi nodded: "As a woman, I appreciate her vision, but I absolutely don't like her."

Lin Weiran is not interested in gossip, but just asked: "Will her bad feeling affect Shinhan's listing?"

"Then you don't need to care about my problems with her." Lin Weiran glanced at Song Meizhen.She noticed Andre Jin beside her, the lady in gorgeous clothes, and the cutting-edge designer.In the fashion circle, this is the closest to the entertainment circle.But it seems to be a strange circle with no connection.

Han Weiyi glanced at Lin Weiran uninterestedly. After the two of them had attended many parties together, she felt more and more that this man was really boring. She has had a mouthful, and now he is a machine.Once you're in work mode, it's no fun.

By the way, little woman is the new nickname that Han Weiyi decided to give Lin Yuner, she made up her mind.The next time I see Yun'er, I have to make her almost cry.Just when she was imagining the victory scene when she saw Lin Yun'er next time.Lin Weiran's cell phone rang again, and he picked it up.He didn't speak, and slowly showed surprise on his face.

"What's wrong?" Han Weiyi asked.

Lin Weiran put away her phone, still didn't read the text message, and said a name with a complicated expression: "Jin Daohe."

"Kim Han-gyu's son?"

After hearing Han Weiyi's rhetorical question, Lin Weiran was a little surprised: "Do you know him?"

Han Weiyi became interested: "I met his father once, why? What secret do you two have?"

"It counts as acquaintance, but the process of acquaintance is not very harmonious."

Lin Weiran pondered for a while: "A while ago, he made the ad in the 〖中〗 Central Daily."

"Zhang Ziyan?"

Han Weiyi's eyes widened. Most of her energy was in the entertainment industry, but she knew how much trouble this poor woman had caused.The investigations and protests by the Korean Performing Artists Association and labor unions made the circle crazy, and then raised the simple unspoken rules to the slave contract, and then raised the pure agent violence to the treatment of artists.Han Weiyi couldn't look down on these scavengers and protectors who ostensibly fought for the artist's rights and maintained the cleanliness of the circle.To put it bluntly, these things are all fighting for their own rights. When capital is no longer the primary object of worship, these sanctimonious hypocrites will show their [true] ugly faces. Han Weiyi couldn't count the amount of filth caused by the strong supervision brought about by the X-Files in 05.

She asked nervously, "Is it aimed at us?"

Lin Weiran acquiesced, and added: "There are ghosts in the company."

Pulling Jang Ja Yeon is a big move, and Shinhan who made such a gesture used some of his own resources, although it will not be spread to hundreds of thousands, but the news will inevitably leak out.If no one had tipped off Jin Daohe, he would not have thought of using this elusive Jang Ja Yeon to target Shinhan.Even now, the Jang Ja-yeon incident apparently has nothing to do with Shinhan. Could it be that he planned to use this bill to influence Shinhan's listing plan?

Lin Weiran couldn't figure it out, he knew too little information to form a possible equation.He looked at Han Weiyi: "I need you."

"Help, can't you add these two words? There is ambiguity between men and women when you say this."

"You also have shares in Shinhan, and you also want to turn one billion into two billion, so you are not helping."

Han Weiyi secretly said stingyly, and finally got serious and asked, "What am I going to do?"

"Investigate how many people and forces were involved this time, as well as the whole story and their possible purpose. I have never told others that the Zhang Ziyan incident has a great impact on Shinhan's financing. If the Zhang Ziyan bill is passed, It will be difficult for Shinhan to break through its own limitations in the next five years, and perhaps it will always be such an insignificant small company.”

Lin Weiran may have overestimated Han Weiyi's ability by asking a woman who used to be a broker but is now a producer to investigate these things.But this woman who can't figure out the bottom line is not in the slightest embarrassment, she just nodded in response, and even limited the time.

"OK, give me three days."

She paused, and reminded: "You may not be able to do what you want in a contest of this level."

"If you don't move forward, you will go backwards. This is the case in finance, and it is the same for me as a human being." Although the context of the development of the matter is not clear, at least I am not ignorant.The more he knows, the more he can use, so now he urgently needs to know one thing.

"Did Zhang Ziyan leave that list?"

Zhang Ziyan committed suicide on March [-]th, and announced her suicide note on March [-]th. The media said that part of the suicide note was similar to the identification list.

Han Weiyi asked, "What do you want to do?"

Lin Weiran replied: "Korea has such a little advantage, there is no real powerlessness, the difference is only in whether you will give up all unnecessary restraint in order to win."

Han Weiyi had nothing to say, and looked at Lin Weiran in front of him feeling a little scared.He seems to never make mistakes, and he doesn't have a fixed personality. In order to achieve his goal, he can throw away almost everything. Han Weiyi began to wonder if Lin Yuner, who was just promoted from a virgin to a little woman, could also be thrown away in this way, leaving him with nothing to lose. Nostalgia.

"I'll tell you when I find it." She left a sentence, turned around and left Lin Weiran's side.Sometimes looking at this person's work attitude, even as his partner, I will feel lingering fear.

Lin Weiran watched Han Weiyi leave. He couldn't drink because he had to drive in person. Later, he met the editor-in-chief of North Korea Sports News and the special assistant to the editor-in-chief of North Korea News. Not long after the conversation, this normal social banquet has come to an end.

It wasn't until I got in the car that I saw Kim Taeyeon's text message, and Lin Weiran called back but there was no response.He lit a cigarette, opened the car window, leaned on the driving seat and smoked the cigarette bit by bit.The place where the party was held was not in downtown Seoul, but in a villa on the outskirts of the city. On the way back, he passed the Han River Bridge. Lin Weiran turned on the emergency lights and got off the car. He stood by the bridge to enjoy the breeze and wanted to smoke again.

It was still a sex lighter. Many people, including those in the company, did not know that Representative Lin had a habit of smoking. He rarely drank alcohol, never yelled loudly, and never ordered some employees to do troublesome and meaningless stupid things.Before the new assistant figured out his habit of drinking coffee, every time Lin Weiran drank coffee, he would go to the staff rest room by himself, so that the gossip experts who were used to exchanging information there moved their positions.

The wind kept blowing out the fire, Lin Weiran tried a few more times, but in the end he could only give up.

He walked along the sidewalk beside the bridge to the bridge head, crossing street lights, but never looked at the magnificent night view of Seoul.His gaze was focused on the other side of the bridge, and he could only see the darkness under the night sky. When he arrived at the destination, he stood where Kim Taeyeon had once stood, but still found nothing.The railings beside the bridge are very high, about 1.5 meters ten. It will definitely be a bit difficult for Kim Taeyeon to stand here and look at the Han River.Lin Weiran looked for a long time but found nothing. When he looked down at the river under the bridge, he caught a glimpse of a line of small characters written with a signal pen on the railing.

'The car broke down on the bridge, and I must be late. One minute late is an hour. It is estimated that I will have to stand outside for this month's class.I wanted my dad to help me for fear of asking for leave, but my dad said I had to stick to it. '

There is no signature, no date, but Lin Weiran seems to see a girl standing on tiptoe, writing here stroke by stroke with a signal pen.He took out the lighter and put it next to the line of words, and at the same time took out his mobile phone and replied a text message.

'I can, but only if you do. '(to be continued...)