The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 230 I want to pick it up and use it well

"KBS?" Lee Ji-eun frowned as she looked at Bae Yong-joon's confident expression.

KBS is the center of the public opinion circle on the peninsula. No matter who it is, having these three letters on their name means the natural trust of the people and endless power in the public opinion field.

Countless reporters, programs, bands, and pages can be used by him.

But?

Switch to KBS?

She didn't know where Pei Yongjun got such great confidence.

"Then how are you going to change it?" Li Zhien asked, "Who are you going to change it with?"

"Could it be Yu Qinghao?"

"No, I'd better find someone else to help." Pei Yongjun shook his head, glanced at Li Zhien's tender red lips, and blinked, "President Yu is already very pitiful."

Lee Ji-eun licked her lips subconsciously, but the taste of Bae Yong-jun appeared on her tongue again, making her feel uneasy.

"Who?" she asked with forced expression.

"Looking for my dear teacher." Pei Yongjun smiled and walked past Li Zhien. "I'm leaving first. Wait until I enter his office, then you can leave. Don't let him see you."

He walked out, and when he was almost at the door, Li Zhien behind him suddenly said, "I understand why you and Yu Qinghao get along so well."

"Why?" Pei Yongjun turned around and asked.

"You are all extremely ambitious lunatics." Li Zhien stared into his eyes, "You are all birds of a feather."

"Now only we, birds of a feather, can give you freedom." Pei Yongjun gladly accepted it.

Li Zhien snorted, "You should first endure the attack from Yu Qinghao. I hope your 51% stake won't be lost all at once."

"Well, I'm very confident about this." Pei Yongjun nodded.

"Really?" IU asked.

"It's true, just as true as I have the confidence to save you." Pei Yongjun said.

"If you really have this ability, we can talk about the next step. Otherwise, let's stop here." Lee Ji-eun crossed her arms in front of her chest, with a flash of doubt in her eyes.

"Then all your efforts today were in vain?" Pei Yongjun said.

"It's okay, it only takes a few minutes and it's not difficult." Lee Ji-eun smiled proudly.

Pei Yongjun clicked his tongue twice, shook his head, turned around, pushed the door open and left, leaving Li Zhien behind.

Some hit people, some bite people, and now there is one with a very powerful mouth.

Well, it’s amazing in every way.

He left the lounge and walked towards Yu Qinghao's office on the other side.

Pushing open the office door, Yu Qinghao's handsome face reappeared.

"Ah, Yongjun, you're here? Do you feel good?" Yu Qinghao smiled.

"Very good." Pei Yongjun nodded, his eyes flickering above his head.

"What's wrong?" Yu Qinghao noticed his gaze and touched his hair. "Is there something?"

"No, I just think your hairstyle is really nice. It's better not to wear a hat in the future, otherwise it would be a pity." Pei Yongjun suggested considerately.

"Really? I'll take note of that." Yu Qinghao smiled and shook hands with him. "Sit down."

"Qingzhu, bring the contract here." He turned around and instructed his secretary.

Pei Yongjun looked at his face, but Cao Guo's serious face, which was full of concern for the country and the people, appeared in front of him.

Teacher, it’s your turn to help me this time, right?

How about giving a student a gift?

KBS.

how about it?
Pei Yongjun felt that Teacher Cao would definitely help him, after all, he was so enthusiastic.

He smiled, and the familiar robotic voice that appeared again when Lee Ji-eun revealed the secret just now echoed in his mind.

[Obtain 1 truth fragment, and increase the number of times you listen to the voice of your heart by 1.]

【use or not? 】

【use or not? 】

[Do you want to…]

"I won't use it." Pei Yongjun shook his head slightly, looking at the Blue House vaguely visible outside the window in the distance. "I can't bear to use it casually as a student. I'd better keep it to honor my teacher."

What a loyal and righteous man! I'm sorry for the trouble.

He couldn't help but feel sad for himself.

—————Sunday, Gyeonggi Culture Center, Suwon, Gyeonggi Province

"President, we're almost there." Pei Yongjun glanced at Lin Bingxian who was in a daze in the back seat of the car next to him and reminded him.

"Oh, here we are." Lin Bingxian came back to his senses and looked a little absent-minded.

"I'm sorry, Yongjun, I was thinking about something all the way." He smiled apologetically at Pei Yongjun.

"Is there something on your mind, President?" Pei Yongjun asked.

"It's true that there is something, but..." Lin Bingxian hesitated, then shook his head and smiled, "But today is not the time to talk about this."

"Let's wait a couple of days. Let's talk about it in a couple of days."

He waved his hand and looked out the window at the towering Gyeonggi Cultural Center not far away, an excited smile on his face. "Ah, Bingxun really put a lot of effort into today's award ceremony."

"We've invited quite a few people," Lim Byung-hun counted them off on his fingers. "Many people from all walks of life in Gyeonggi Province are here."

"And in Seoul, Byung-hun treated today as a big event, even inviting people from the Korean Journalists Association."

He counted today's guest list like a treasure, patted Pei Yongjun's shoulder, and said, "Yongjun!"

"These people are all going to applaud you today, hahahaha."

The car drove into the parking lot, and Lim Byung-hun and Bae Young-jun got out of the car, followed by two minibuses.

The car stopped and a large group of people poured out.

"Yongjun, come on today!" Zhang Jiyuan, the leader of the sports team, who had a shiny bald head, got out of the car and saw Pei Yongjun next to Lin Bingxian in front of him.

He patted the camera hanging on his chest and said, "Don't worry, the photos I'll take of you today will definitely be handsome!"

"Hey, why is it your turn now? We all have cameras!" The people next to them shouted, "Let Editor Pei choose."

Everyone was talking at once, it was lively and exciting.

Lin Bingxian coughed twice, walked forward and clapped his hands.

"I've already arranged the celebration party tonight!"

"Walkerhill!"

"Everyone, have fun!"

Everyone in the newspaper office cheered.

Walkerhill is one of the most upscale hotels in Seoul, but few people are willing to go there.

It seemed that Lim Byung-hun wanted to leave no regrets, and he was very generous in all the arrangements for today. He even sent a car to bring the newspaper employees to the scene, saying that he wanted to let Bae Young-jun watch the ceremony and celebrate to boost the momentum.

"But, you must shout louder later!"

"The quietest person isn't allowed to go tonight!"

Lin Bingxian looked very excited.

"Okay, President!"

Naturally, everyone cheered.

"President, this is not a football game." Pei Yongjun smiled and clapped his hands.

"Ah, how could you bring shame upon our newspaper?"

Lin Bingxian was also infected by the excitement. "I've been running a newspaper for 30 years, and I've never been to an award ceremony like this!"

"Yongjun!"

"Come on!"

"Please fulfill my wish!"

"Yes, President." Pei Yongjun nodded in agreement.

"Let's go!" Lin Bingxian waved his hand, and everyone followed him into the venue, as if they were a cheering group from somewhere.

Pei Yongjun nodded to everyone one by one, his eyes swept across the back of the crowd, looking at a pair of beautiful figures holding hands.

Kwon Eun-bi held Kim Chae-won's hand beside her and waved a banner with Bae Yong-jun's name on it. Her big eyes were shining and she looked a hundred times happier than Bae Yong-jun.

Noticing Bae Yong-jun's eyes, Kwon Eun-bi stuck out her tongue for the excited her.

We're having a dinner party tonight. How's your alcohol tolerance, editor-in-chief?

Can you get him drunk?

I really want to pick up the editor-in-chief nim and use him well...

Take good care!

Looking at Bae Yong-jun who seemed particularly handsome today, strange thoughts were turning in Kwon Eun-bi's little head excitedly.

(End of this chapter)