My father is an entertainment tycoon

Chapter 228 The Darker the More Good and Evil

Huang An nodded. He had heard some rumors about South Korean journalists. Now that he met them, he felt a sigh in his heart. People are complicated and simple.

Good and evil?The darker the place, the more good and evil. People standing in the dark yearn for light, and there is desire for the beauty of human nature.

In a certain neighborhood in Seoul City, Quan Zhenghyuk had just arrived home and was very tired. The evidence in his hand was very complete, but he was suppressed by the TV station. Guang, the chaebol, the police station, anything that got out would be an earthquake.

He published it in a newspaper before, and he was immediately suppressed. Only the TV station can really solve these problems. Once the TV station broadcasts it, the whole country will know it instantly, so it must be solved.

But the seniors of the TV station advised him to think twice before acting. If you dare to report this matter, there will inevitably be no disasters. If you push those powerful and chaebols into a hurry, they can do anything.

You are not afraid, but what about your family?Where are the parents?
This is also what Quan Zhenghe is worried about. It is too normal for those rich and powerful chaebols to be rushed.

Do you want to give up?Kwon Jong Hyuk doesn't want to give up, this is his job and his responsibility.

The more he grows, the more he realizes that this country is not what he saw. The blackness in reality is darker than in the movies. This gives Kwon Jong-hyuk a sense of mission. If a social reporter like him doesn’t talk about these things, Who else dares to say?Who else can say?

At this time, the phone rang, and I saw an unfamiliar number.

"Hello."

"Hello, this is Mr. Quan Zhenghe."

"I'm Kwon Jong Hyuk, are you?"

"Just treat me as the family member of the victim, can we meet and chat?"

Quan Zhenghe is cautious, in his line of work, when a stranger suddenly proposes to meet, it is probably tricky.

Hearing Quan Zhenghe's silence, he said to the other side: "Mr. Quan, don't worry, let's be honest, I know your work and what you are doing now, and I also hope that what you are doing can be successful. If necessary, I can Offer assistance, such as helping you relocate your family abroad”

"who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, and it's not convenient to show up. I admire Mr. Quan's spirit of daring to fight against the powerful. If Mr. Quan doesn't believe what I say, as long as you nod, staff will come to your house tomorrow to help Don't be in a hurry to refuse the arrangement of immigration, just in case, Mr. Quan can wait for your family to go abroad before completing what you want to do."

A call from an unknown person just hit Quan Zhenghe's weakness, do you want to agree?Quan Zhenghe hesitated. In his guess, the people who made this call must also be those rich and powerful, who hope that Zheng Shengli will fall or the people behind him will fall.

Do you want to be this one?There is no choice. There are many precedents in South Korea. Every time the leader changes, the first person to suffer is the head of the TV station.

In exchange, the TV stations have gradually changed, and they can only say what the government wants to say.

Later, a reporter poked a huge hole, and then a group of reporters went up to it, and finally, a coup d'etat in South Korea.

Therefore, the current environment is much better, and the TV station can broadcast it, but do you dare?In the final analysis, the change in the general environment is due to the credit of their reporters. The reporter who broke the big incident is Quan Zhenghyuk's master. In that incident, his master lost his own sister.

Later, after the incident, a group of reporters joined in. All kinds of reports aroused the anger of the people all over the country, and only then did he save his master.

Quan Zhenghe didn't want to give up what he had done, and he didn't want his family to be hurt, so Quan Zhenghe had no choice.

At the hotel, Anze received a message from Huang An, and the matter was settled.

The next day, Anze went to the hospital again.

Park Jingli's body had already recovered. When Anze arrived, Park Jingli was sitting on the bed reading a book in Korean, but Anze couldn't recognize that kind of book.

Seeing Anze come in, Pu Jingli stood up quickly.

"President."

Anze nodded with a smile: "What book is this?"

Park Jingli replied with a smile: "Fiction books."

This was the first smile Anze saw on Pu Jingli's face after he came over, and she felt relieved.

"Someone is already going through the formalities for you. Do you want to go back and say goodbye to your family?"

Pu Jingli was taken aback, then shook her head: "Forget it, they know I'm busy anyway, it's like calling."

"It's fine, just study hard after passing. If I have time, I'll visit you."

For some reason, Pu Jingli felt her eyes a little sore, so she turned sideways quickly.

"They lost a sum of money, but I hope you can arrange the money properly. Money is just a tool, don't be affected by the tool. When we meet next time, I hope to see a bright Park Jingli."

Anze's words were very casual, without any scruples, which also implied that Park Jingli was no different from normal people.

After all, Park Jingli couldn't hold back her tears, turned around, and said in a crying voice: "President, can you give me a hug?"

Anze raised his eyebrows: "Of course."

When she touched Pu Jingli's body, she didn't tremble unconsciously like yesterday.

"Thank you, President, it is you who make me feel that this world is still warm."

With just one sentence, Pu Jingli let go of Anze and wiped away her tears.

"Okay, President, you don't need to worry about me, I will live a good life, I will not say goodbye to the sisters, I just leave temporarily, see you next time, you will definitely see a different Park Jingli."

"Looking forward to our next meeting!"

Four days later, Park Jingli got on the plane and left the country. At the same time, An Ze and Zhu Zhengming also got on the plane back to China. The things here have been arranged in the past few days.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, the whole of South Korea will face a big earthquake.

On the plane, Zhu Zhengming looked at Anze, a little confused. In South Korea these days, Anze seemed to be in a good mood. He went out for a stroll when he had time, and even went to Zheng Shengli's bar.

"Ozawa, tell your Uncle Zhu, did you do something amazing behind my back?"

"I'm with you almost every day, what can I do?"

Zhu Zhengming raised his eyebrows: "No, this is not your character. You must have an arrangement. The two of us come here, and [-] million will solve it? It's too cheap."

Anze didn't go around in circles, and said sternly: "Uncle Zhu, South Korea is an interesting country. The rich and powerful are in power, but there are also a group of people who are unwilling to be lonely. Just wait. If it goes well this time, the development of South Korea's entertainment industry will go back at least two years. Or the reverse of the Korean wave is possible.”

Zhu Zhengming opened his eyes wide: "What do you mean? What are you doing?"

"I do very few things. There is a saying that if you do too much unrighteousness, you will die. By the way, don't announce Park Jingli's withdrawal from the group in a short time. Let's wait for their next album to be announced."

Nine people turned into eight people. When Anze left that world, the girlhood of that world also changed from nine people to eight people. Good luck.

　Thanks to Z, Naming Difficulty Syndrome for the reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)