Peninsula's Life Begins in 2016

Chapter 112 Confidence

"That's all." Jiang Yan placed the pen next to the contract. "I can accept all the other terms."

"Then sign it."

Attorney Jin reprinted two copies of the revised contract and placed them in front of Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan picked up the dark blue fountain pen, unscrewed the cap, and carefully wrote his name in the signature column.

Jiang Yan.

Two words: neat and tidy.

He signed both contracts, capped his pen, and pushed one of them back to Attorney Kim.

Teddy was the first to stand up and extend his hand: "Welcome to the team."

Jiang Yan grasped his hand and bowed deeply: "Yes, thank you, Brother Teddy."

Yang Xianshuo also stood up. He didn't reach out, but instead lowered the brim of his hat again, walked around the conference table to Jiang Yan, and looked him up and down.

"Tomorrow at 10 AM, YG headquarters. Don't be late."

"Yes, President."

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Yang Xianshuo nodded and turned to walk out. He stopped abruptly at the door and glanced back at Jiang Yan.

"Oh, right."

"Inside?"

"Teddy told me that you came up with the opening line of the song 'Kill This Love'."

Jiang Yan's heart skipped a beat, but he remained outwardly calm: "Yes, it was my suggestion."

"BLACKPINK in your love—" Yang Hyun-suk slowly recited the lyrics, as if savoring a freshly opened glass of red wine. Then he nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and simply pushed open the door and walked out.

The conference room door closed gently behind him.

Teddy let out a long sigh, raised his hand and lightly punched Jiang Yan's shoulder, "You're a bit of a troublemaker. You dare to negotiate terms as soon as you join the company. I don't know where you get your confidence."

Jiang Yan knew, of course, where this confidence came from.

The 20 billion won in his account was his confidence, Lin Xiaolu's mind was filled with the hit songs of the next ten years, and even his sure-fire Bitcoin position was quietly supporting him.

These things don't need to be spoken aloud, but they have already been integrated into his tact in speaking and his composure in doing things.

Looking back, when he signed with SM Entertainment, he didn't care about so many things.

He put the pen back into his inner pocket and said modestly with a smile, "My confidence comes from Brother Teddy, of course. Even if President Yang doesn't want me, Brother Teddy will definitely keep me."

"Don't give me that." Teddy saw through his little scheme at a glance, shook his head with a smile, picked up the contract on the table, flipped through a couple of pages, and said, "That non-compete clause and supplementary clause trick, you came up with it yourself?"

"Yes, I did some research beforehand."

"Okay, you're a smart guy." Teddy put the contract on the table, stretched, and said, "That's all for today. We're having a meeting at headquarters tomorrow morning at 10 a.m. The four members of BLACKPINK will be there too, so it'll be a good opportunity to meet them."

Jiang Yan nodded: "Okay, brother."

"And one more thing." Teddy picked up his coat and walked towards the door, then turned back and added, "Don't keep bowing and scraping. I don't follow those SM hierarchy rules. And don't dress so formally tomorrow either. You look like a new section chief. Those four girls probably won't dare to say a word when they see you."

Jiang Yan glanced down at his dark gray shirt and black suit, and smiled helplessly: "Okay, I understand."

Stepping out of THE BLACKLABEL building, the afternoon sun in Itaewon was just right, casting a slanting rays on the street.

Jiang Yan stood by the roadside waiting for the red light, took out his phone and swiped the screen.

There were several unread messages in my Kakao chat, the top one being from Choi Sulli.

Are you awake?

[I'm filming GG this afternoon. If I finish early, I'll bring you something delicious.]

Don't tell anyone about what happened last night.

Jiang Yan stared at the last message for a few seconds, his fingertip hovering over the screen for a moment, before replying: 【What happened last night?】

Messages are replied to almost instantly.

Oh, you're asking a question you already know the answer to!

Then another message popped up: "Never mind, I'm not talking to you anymore. The makeup artist called me. I'll contact her again tonight."

Jiang Yan turned off the screen, put his phone back in his pocket, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

"You're laughing like an idiot." Lin Xiaolu's soft voice drifted over from behind.

"I don't."

"You still say no? I saw your smile stretch from ear to ear when you replied to the message just now.

Jiang Yan walked across the zebra crossing without changing his expression, pretending not to have heard.

Lin Xiaolu floated directly in front of him, her face scrutinizing him: "Jiang Yan, when are you planning to confess to Min Zheng?"

"Confess what?"

"About you and Shirley."

Jiang Yan paused slightly.

To be honest, he really hadn't thought it through.

Last night in the video, that girl was already incredibly jealous just seeing Choi Sulli leaning on his shoulder.

If she knew that her oppa was really with Sulli, she might just take the KTX from Yangsan back to Seoul overnight.

He pulled himself out of his thoughts and said calmly, "What's there to say? We don't see each other often anyway. By the time she really finds out, she'll be older and her thoughts will naturally change."

"Tch, that's easy for you to say." Lin Xiaolu curled her lip in disdain. "I hope your dream comes true, and that you don't end up being blocked from going home by some little girl."

Jiang Yan glanced at her sideways. If he could have touched her, he would have loved to slap her ear.

After getting in the car, Jiang Yan didn't go straight back to Hongdae, but instead drove towards Jiangnan.

Today is Thursday. Kim Min-jeong is still in Liangshan, and no one is home. He plans to take advantage of this free time to go to the digital mall again.

The second piece of equipment ordered by Dr. Han should be ready by now.

As the car crossed the Hannan Bridge, Lin Xiaolu looked at the route and tilted her head in confusion: "Where are you going?"

"Go get the spare unit." Jiang Yan turned on the turn signal, and the car turned into a side road. "Dr. Han messaged me last week saying that he has modified another version to be more portable, and told me to go get it when I have time."

"You really are—extremely cautious."

"We have too much money; we can't afford to be careless."

Lin Xiaolu was taken aback by those words. A Bitcoin investment portfolio of 20 billion Korean won—that statement wasn't entirely wrong.

The car soon arrived at the digital mall. Jiang Yan parked the car and then went into the mall, taking the elevator to the sixth floor.

Dr. Han's shop is still the same as before. The neon light tube on the sign is broken and has not been repaired, making it look like a repair shop that is about to go out of business.

As soon as I entered, I saw Dr. Han leaning over the counter eating instant noodles.

When the other person saw Jiang Yan come in, he wiped his mouth with his hand and said, "You've come at the right time. I've prepared everything for you."

He took out an inconspicuous black backpack from under the counter, unzipped it, and inside was a black laptop, smaller than the one from last time, with a palm-sized metal box next to it.

"This one is lighter, has a longer battery life, and the system is the modified Linu I used." Dr. Han took out the metal box and opened it, revealing several titanium alloy plates inside. "Also, this is the second cold wallet you requested, consisting of three plates."

Jiang Yan checked the equipment, then pushed an envelope over: "Thank you for your hard work."

Dr. Han opened the envelope, counted the letters, and raised an eyebrow: "Too many."

"I might have to trouble you again next time."

"Alright." Dr. Han put the envelope in his pocket, picked up the instant noodle bowl again, and said, "You're a good customer. You don't talk much, and you're generous with your money. If you need anything next time, just contact me and I'll deliver it to your door."

Jiang Yan bowed slightly, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and walked out of the shop.

As the elevator descended, Lin Xiaolu whispered to him, "How many sets of cold wallets are you planning to hide? A succulent on the balcony, Minzheng's Kuromi doll, a hidden compartment in the desk, and now there's another one."

"A cunning rabbit has three burrows."

"Are you a cunning rabbit? Or are you a hamster? Don't forget where you're hiding when the time comes."

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