Peninsula 2017: Is the system living in the past?

281 Euljiro, Jung-gu, Dongdaemun Design Plaza.

After completing the registration procedures for the "Popular Culture and Arts Planning Business Registration Certificate" at the Mapo District Office in Seongsan-dong, Jiang Xingchen took the subway directly to this location.

It's a little before 3 p.m. right now.

According to the fashion week information I found on my phone, a show is about to start in a few minutes.

Therefore, the flow of people outside the venue is very large.

There are countless fansites and media photographers carrying long lenses and microphones.

Jiang Xingchen, carrying only a simple sports backpack, looked somewhat out of place among them.

However, he himself didn't take it too seriously.

He would only occasionally tiptoe to peek at where people were gathered and see who they were.

He did see quite a few familiar faces.

Jung Eun-ji of APink.

Ahn Hee-yeon of EXID.

AOA's Tsutami.

Kim Jae-kyung and others from the original Rainbow.

What's a bit strange is that, in such a gathering of celebrities, the system seemed to be dead, not making a sound at all.

Perhaps only one task can be released at a time?

An idea popped into his mind.

Afterwards, he left the crowded area and found a two-story cafe nearby with a view of the square to sit down.

I randomly ordered a Korean Blood – an Americano with extra ice.

I sat by the window and waited patiently.

Based on his understanding of Park Hyo-min's status.

She should arrive during the evening session.

After all, she is known as the queen of fashion.

There's even a possibility that they might be invited to walk the runway as a model.

"How could the perfectly good Dongdaemun Design Plaza be linked to the Dongdaemun Underground Market!"

"Even the works of famous designers, and the haute couture worth tens of millions of Korean won, can be called extremely bizarre, low-quality, outlandish clothes that are just piling on elements."

"I don't know what you're thinking?"

Jiang Xingchen's distant gaze fell on the gentle spiral ramp known as the "Design Road" in the Dongdaemun Design Plaza, which resembled a pure white ribbon and spiraled through multiple floors of the building.

While enjoying his iced Americano, he muttered complaints about the system tasks.

Looking at the dense crowd, he could only say that it was fortunate the system hadn't limited him to a specific time or location.

Otherwise, it wouldn't take half a day, two hours, or even an hour.

It's awkward to do something like this in front of so many people.

Spiraling upwards from the spot made the news.

There are still a little over three hours left until six o'clock.

Not long ago.

There is plenty of time.

We can wait.

Intending to finish the task tonight, he ordered another cup of coffee and two croissants after finishing his first.

As for the waiting time, I can use it to think about how to complete the task.

The premise is that they are not treated as mentally ill or beaten.

The reason is...

He reached for the backpack and glanced at the "Hepburn's Light" black and white polka dot dress provided by the system.

With just one glance, his brows furrowed instantly.

Without him.

The packaging was absolutely terrible.

A crumpled, transparent plastic bag.

To put it bluntly, the packaging for a seaweed rice roll from a convenience store might be better than this.

Take this as a gift.

If Park Hyo-min isn't seen as mentally ill or a pervert, then she's already showing a high level of character!

He did consider changing the packaging.

At least buy a nice paper bag to put it in.

Unfortunately, even after buying paper bags, I couldn't get them to fit.

It implies that this is the only way to send it out.

Unbelievable...

I have an urge to pull the system out of the fourth dimension and give it a good beating.

Unfortunately, the reality is that he can only rage in a state of impotence.

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"Damn it, I forgot there was an after-party!"

Dongdaemun Design Plaza, with a two-level underground parking garage.

Jiang Xingchen stood in the shadows of the parking lot, rubbing her empty stomach and muttering to herself.

Their gazes fell on the VIP passage not far away, and on the artists who came out one after another.

My spirits lifted.

It was several hours later, at 8 p.m.

The noise on the ground had long since dissipated with the end of the last show of the day.

The flashing lights, cheers, and deafening show music seemed to become products of another world the moment they ended.

The underground parking lot was deserted and empty.

Jiang Xingchen arrived at Dongdaemun Design Plaza early, and before 17:00 PM, he detected Park Hyomin's arrival through the system's ridiculous navigation.

The task description was no different from what I saw in the company.

It was just one more sentence.

[Task Description: She's spending the meager allowance her family gives her on cheap, low-quality goods. Please stop her immediately!]

When the system prompted him, he chose to ignore it and prepared to proceed according to his plan.

After estimating that the time was about right, following the system's guidance, they bypassed the tight security at the fashion week venue, entered the underground parking lot, and located Park Hyo-min's van.

But this wait...

The timeframe exceeded his expectations.

It wasn't until more than half an hour had passed that I realized what had happened.

After Party.

This is what is commonly referred to as the after-show dinner.

Realizing this, he considered going out for a meal before coming back in, but when he reached the entrance he had come in through, he found it locked.

It reminded me of when I was reading Jiang Nan's "Dragon Raja," and the key guided Ye Sheng and Aki to escape the Bronze City.

So he had no choice but to return and wait in a corner for the after-show dinner to end.

At this moment, we finally saw a glimmer of hope.

A few minutes later, he saw Park Hyo-min's van start up and slowly drive to the entrance of the VIP lane.

A familiar figure appeared in the passageway.

It's Park Hyo-min.

She was accompanied by an assistant.

Judging from the way she walks, it seems that tonight's show and the after-show dinner were not easy.

Seeing that she had come out, Jiang Xingchen immediately stood up straight, picked up the bag that was lying to the side, and strode towards her.

There were only a few cars left in the quiet VIP parking area.

The sound of slightly hurried footsteps.

A young man appeared out of nowhere.

This immediately attracted the attention of Park Hyo-min and others.

The bodyguard beside her stepped forward alertly and blocked Park Hyo-min's path.

"Sir, please stop for a moment!"

The bodyguard raised his hand, signaling to Jiang Xingchen who was still approaching.

Upon hearing his words, Jiang Xingchen also slowed down his pace, since he had already achieved his goal.

"Sir, this is the artist entrance. Fans are not allowed to enter. Please leave immediately."

Seeing that he was cooperating, the bodyguard mistakenly thought he was a fan who came to see a star, and his tone softened a little compared to before.

However, Jiang Xingchen did not follow his instructions and instead took two more steps forward.

He smiled and waved at Park Hyomin, "Good evening, Park Hyomin-ssi!"

Who are you?

Seeing that he was still somewhat sensible, the slightly tired Park Hyomin didn't have the security guards kick him out immediately, but instead asked him a question.

"A designer is here because they feel that perhaps this dress in my hand suits you better than the one you're wearing now, or the haute couture you'll be wearing tomorrow or the day after!"

As Jiang Xingchen spoke, she opened her backpack, intending to give the retro polka dot dress given to her by the system to Park Hyomin.

Park Hyo-min was slightly taken aback.

My gaze went past the bodyguard's shoulder and landed on the object in the stranger's hand.

The plastic bag reflected the light, and the black and white fabric inside was vaguely visible.

Sending a dress?

In this circle, it's not unusual for fans to give gifts.

But carrying a supermarket plastic bag, he chased after her to the underground parking lot just to deliver something that looked like it was bought at a street stall in Dongdaemun wholesale market.

This person...

Are you out of your mind?

Park Hyo-min frowned slightly; the vigilance she had developed from being in a high-pressure environment for a long time made her instinctively want to refuse.

"Sir."

Her voice was cool and aloof, carrying a politeness that kept people at a distance. "Thank you for your kind gesture, but I don't accept such...expensive gifts."

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