Tang Jinyan suddenly burst out with a famous sentence, not because he had become more knowledgeable, but because he had received a phone call when he woke up early in the morning.
The old man called and told him to go to the headquarters in the afternoon to talk, and then receive someone with him in the evening.
After a month of careful selection and contact, the New Village Party finally chose the target.
Among the few things that had been passively waiting, one of them finally had a follow-up.
No matter what the result was, it would bring Tang Jinyan a burst of enlightenment.
Since he was young, he had been doing bad things all the way up to where he was today. He had been in the underworld for a full 18 years. The things he did were usually secretive and could not see the light of day. It was inevitable that there would be a clear distinction between black and white.
It was inevitable. Although he had worked with many officials and had taken enough photos of the officials' ugly behavior in the club under his control, he always felt that these were the minority, and their levels were not high enough. They were just flies seeking profit … In general, he often felt that he was black, and the things he did were not allowed to be seen in the world. They were white, and they were righteous and righteous.
So when he first met Song Ji-hyo and heard her say, "In this world, black and white, is it really so clear?" At that time, he felt a little touched in his heart.
Until the moment when he was faced with the highest officials in the court, the layer of blurry barrier in his heart shattered in the blink of an eye, leaving only a smile.
Those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be marquis.
He straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, turned to the door, and walked out.
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"Tonight's banquet is in Xinluo, just the two of us, and the other party is only one person."
In the study, the old man held a cup of tea and slowly stirred the tea foam. He said faintly, "I originally planned to let Old Six arrange a few artists …"
The old man paused and glanced at Tang Jinyan.
Tang Jinyan was expressionless. "The only decent female artist under Old Six is Zhixiao. Old Six has always been a little afraid of her. Even when he wanted to court her, he had to play the hero to save the damsel in distress. Don't expect Zhixiao to do such a thing.
So if you want to rely on Old Six to arrange for artists, you probably have to find other companies to pimp them. That would be too big of a commotion, it's best not to do so. "
The reason the old man looked at him was, of course, because he hoped that he could persuade Song Ji-hyo. But Tang Jinyan did not even mention himself, the old man knew his attitude — get lost. So he smiled slightly. "I think so too.
So I'll arrange for a few women to come over.. some...........
Tang Jinyan's lips curled into a smile. "So that's your type." After a pause, he asked, "How about inviting him back to Qingliang for some entertainment?"
The old man shook his head. "They respect their own identities. At the same time, they're worried that we're setting up a trap. They definitely won't easily set foot in your place."
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Although there was no one else in the study, Old Master Shen still lowered his voice, "Kim Wuxing …"
Tang Jinyan's pupils shrank.
The old man continued, "… His private secretary, Su Zhe."
Tang Jinyan did not blame the old man for taking such a deep breath. There was no difference between his private secretary and his personal secretary.
Who was Kim Wuxing?
Before this year, Tang Jinyan might not have been familiar with this name. But this year, everyone who had been paying close attention to the election was no stranger to this name.
He was an important figure in the Grand National Party … Oh no, they had just changed their name to the New World Party. He had been a member of parliament for four terms.
His most important job now was to be the Minister of Strategy for the election of the 18th South Korean presidential election candidate, Park Geun-hye.
Tang Jinyan had already seen his resume. This man used to belong to the Democratic Liberal Party. He had helped Kim Yongsan to run for the presidency twice. He had also been the Director of Finance and Director of Strategy for the Election.
In short, he was a professional in strategizing and raising funds for the election. He was very experienced.
The old man said slowly, "In 1992, ha … you had just arrived in South Korea.
At that time, I had already come into contact with Kim Wuxing. The fact that the New Village Party was able to establish itself in Seoul today had something to do with those years.
But then, the political situation changed, and the case of the Gwangju incident was overturned. The underworld slowly declined because of these events.
After a series of events, I finally understood what kind of people they were. So, I decided not to get involved anymore. Peace breeds wealth. I don't care what party it is, as long as we can make money together … "
Tang Jinyan asked, "If that's the case, why are you getting involved this time?"
The old man sighed, "You can't ride on a wall forever.
You can't do as you wish in the underworld. Now that they've come knocking on your door, you can dream on. "
Tang Jinyan sighed as well, "Godfather … I'm really surprised that you've put it this way."
At this moment, Tang Jinyan's previous conjectures were suddenly enlightened.
Old Eighth's smuggling had always been a source of funds for someone else. Old Eighth's so-called savings didn't disappear. Rather, they never existed in the first place. Those funds were meant to be distributed to someone else … In other words, the word 'pu' still existed in the first place. It was just that Old Eighth was a coward and didn't dare to write down the details.
In fact, the so-called selection process this month was actually just those people observing Tang Jinyan …
The old man didn't say a word. Instead, he slowly sipped on his tea. After a long time, he finally put down his teacup, "If Old Eighth was still alive, I wouldn't have pushed you to the forefront so easily. As I've said, I'm very conflicted about you."
Tang Jinyan shook his head and thought for a while. Then, he suddenly asked, "How did Old Eighth die?"
The old man sighed again, "They weren't willing to tell me the details. They only said that Old Eighth had committed a taboo."
Tang Jinyan smiled bitterly. This was the helplessness of being a chess piece.
He thought for a moment, and then asked, "So, the reason why they didn't collect any new dividends after I left was actually to compensate for Old Eighth's death?"
"Half of it is. The other half is that they don't want you to know about their existence for the time being.
They don't trust you. "
"And you didn't ask me for a share. Are you trying to encourage me, or do you think that I won't live long and want to give me some benefits to make up for it?"
The old man shook his head and laughed, "Jinyan, you've been wondering why I didn't get a share of the dividends since a long time ago, right?
Why didn't you ask? "
Tang Jinyan said lightly, "Because I don't want to commit any taboo like Old Eighth. I'll know when it's time to know."
The old man smiled, "So, how can you not live long?"
Tang Jinyan also smiled and didn't harp on that question, "In fact, how was the 38% split?"
"25% for them, 10% for me, and 3% for Old Eighth."
Tang Jinyan nodded, "Let's split it like that for this month."
The old man smiled, "Aren't you disappointed that your 38% has suddenly become 3%?"
Tang Jinyan said lightly, "As for the rest, I'll ask Yi Zhi for it.
Isn't that why you left me the letter? "
The old man said, "You once said that since it was the collective decision of the new village party, you didn't want Yi Zhi's share.
At that time, I knew that you were suspicious. You were avoiding it and also testing it.
Now, I'll tell you clearly that if you can get it from Yi Zhi, that share will all be yours! "
Tang Jinyan didn't look happy. He was still calm, "Who does Yi Zhi represent?"
"Zheng Mengzhun."
"Ha … Fighting with the party.
As soon as Zheng Mengzhun announced his candidacy, they planned to get rid of Yi Zhi. "
Tang Jinyan sneered, "Yi Zhi and I acted in vain. In the end, it was just others who looked at me coldly."
The old man shook his head, "Don't say that. They admire you very much. This is good for your future.
Oh, right, it just so happens that that person is from the pro-China faction. "
The pro-China faction made Tang Jinyan laugh, "Godfather, your ability to tell cold jokes is getting better and better."
The old man also laughed, paused, and said, "I don't know what happened to Zheng Mengzhun. Now he wants to withdraw from the election, so in fact, Yi Zhi's side has been abandoned. This is a good opportunity for us."
Tang Jinyan narrowed his eyes, nodded, and didn't say anything more.
"It's almost time. Let's talk about some details. Arrange for the woman on your side. Let someone send her over first."
"Yes."
The father and son talked for a long time. When Tang Jinyan stepped into the Shilla Hotel, it was already dusk.
On the set of a school in Qingliang, "Please Answer 1997" ended the day's shooting plan. The crew members smiled and said goodbye to Jung Eun-thi, preparing to return to the hotel.
There were no night scenes these two days, which meant that everyone could enjoy free entertainment services. Everyone was overjoyed and their attitude towards Jung Eun-thi was very good.
Jung Eun-thi responded to the seniors with a smile. When everyone was almost gone, she stood quietly for a while and suddenly turned to look at the afterglow in the sky.
He didn't appear all day today …
Jung Eun-thi walked slowly to the nanny van. For some reason, she felt a little lost.