Huayu09: Starting with Hijacking Xiao Shenyang

"What happened? Was there a car accident?"

Chen Mo, supporting his aching back, turned to look behind him.

as predicted.

A black minivan rear-ended them, shattering the windshield of the rear vehicle and the rear windshield of the front vehicle.

Xiang Zuo and William Chan suffered abrasions to their backs and arms from glass shards.

"Damn it, can't you watch where you're driving? What are you standing there for? Get out and deal with it right now!"

Looking left at the dumbfounded Lee Sang-hyeok, I really wanted to slap him.

"OK, OK, I'll go down and check the situation."

Lee Sang-hyeok got off the bus, speaking broken Chinese and trembling.

It must have been his first car accident; he was still in shock and hadn't recovered.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Chen Mo saw his own driver and the driver behind him gesturing and spitting as they spoke, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

Koreans are known for their performative personalities; they speak and act in exaggerated ways, but their problem-solving abilities are not very good.

"You guys wait in the car, I'll go down and check."

Chen Mo opened the door and got out of the car.

"Just call the police, the other party is fully responsible for the rear-end collision, then file an insurance claim and go through the procedures, isn't that all?"

Chen Mo reminded him.

We need to deal with the accident quickly; we still have important business to attend to.

His time is precious.

"Mr. Chen, the other party said that the legal process is taking too long, and they are in a hurry to complete their official announcements, so they want to settle this privately."

"Let's settle this privately then, we're in a hurry."

"But they demanded 420 million won from us, claiming that our braking caused them to rear-end us. It's utterly unreasonable. Don't they know that you need to maintain a safe distance while driving?"

Lee Sang-hyeok was so angry that he kept slapping his thigh and scratching his messy hair.

"We told them that we would call the police immediately, and that the two passengers in the car had suffered severe heart and head injuries and needed to be taken to the hospital."

Calling the police determines liability.

Going to the hospital is a signal that someone is trying to extort money from you.

The head and heart are two of the most complex organs in the human body. Unlike the arms and legs, which can be easily identified by an ultrasound, if a patient insists that their head hurts, doctors have no way of proving that the patient's head does not hurt.

"Two patients in our vehicle suffered severe head injuries..."

Lee Sang-hyeok translated according to Chen Mo's instructions, adding exaggeration and intimidation.

The driver on the other side was immediately stunned.

This guy's trying to extort a huge sum of money from me.

"Brother, your car only has a broken windshield. I'm willing to pay 210 million won. How about we call it even?"

"It will cost at least 800 million won, and I still need to treat my clients."

Lee Sang-hyeok made outrageous demands.

The two argued fiercely again over a few million won.

Chen Mo was utterly speechless.

Although I couldn't understand what they were saying, I could tell from their facial expressions that both drivers wanted to make a quick buck.

These Korean bastards have really mastered sophisticated egoism.

"Oppa..."

A soft, childlike voice came from inside the van.

"Hyomin's arm is cut and bleeding."

"There's a first-aid kit in the car. Bandage yourself first. Once I've finished dealing with this, I'll take you to film the music video. As long as you're fast enough to get to the hospital tonight, you shouldn't have any scars."

"But the wound is very deep."

"They haven't even debuted yet, what are you babbling about? Even established groups aren't as pretentious as you guys."

"Waaaaah..."

Suppressed sobs could be heard coming from inside the van.

"Crunch!"

Chen Mo opened the car door directly.

He couldn't understand the gibberish in Korean.

But it can understand crying.

As a well-rounded young man born under the red flag and raised in the spring breeze, I can't bear to see girls cry.

As for the boy crying, whose son is it if he dies or not?!

"Holy crap..."

Chen Mo swore.

Jeon Boram, Lee Qri, Park Soyeon, Ham Eunjung, Park Hyomin, Park Jiyeon! T-ara, go! Let's go together, T-ara! The chameleons of the K-pop world, [ ] T-ara! T-ara, go…

Chen Mo shook his head, trying to shake off the voice from his past life.

The Crown Six Sisters!

In the original timeline, they hadn't debuted yet, but their debut date and title track had already been confirmed.

"Excuse me, Oppa, my partner is injured. Could you please help me?"

Lee Juri's eyes were red with anxiety, and her soft, childlike voice trembled slightly.

"Sorry, I don't speak Korean."

Chen Mo had no choice but to pull over Li Xianghe, who was still engaged in a heated argument.

"Tell them they need to go to the hospital immediately, otherwise they will lose too much blood and fall into a coma."

"OK."

Lee Sang-hyuk translated truthfully.

The six little ones became even more anxious and scared, but dared not mention going to the hospital to the driver again.

Korean entertainers have a very low status, especially those who haven't debuted yet. Anyone can bully them. Their drivers are assigned by the company, and they only dare to obey orders and not make their own decisions.

If you anger the company, the consequences will be dire.

The Korean idol industry is much darker than the Chinese entertainment industry; female artists are merely tools for companies to make money and slaves kept by capital.

My finger was slightly scraped, and a group of people came over to comfort me, calling an ambulance and taking me to the hospital.

This would never happen in Korea.

"Tell that driver to take the person to the hospital immediately. I'm friends with CJ's boss, and I can make him lose his job anytime."

Chen Mo could lie without batting an eye.

He didn't know which way CJ's doors opened, but he knew that CCM, or Crown Entertainment, was a subsidiary of CJ.

When you're out and about, you give yourself your own identity.

really.

Upon hearing this, the driver's eyes immediately cleared, and he bowed and scraped, becoming more docile than a dog. He not only paid Lee Sang-hyeok 450 million won in compensation but also obediently got into the car to leave.

"Old man..."

"Buzzing..."

However, it is counterproductive.

The car malfunctioned and the engine wouldn't start.

"Unnie, it hurts..."

Park Hyomin covered her wound, tears streaming down her face.

"Hyomin, don't be afraid, unnie will call an ambulance right now."

Li Juli was in a great hurry; she was so anxious that she could barely hold the phone.

My hand was shaking as I pressed the buttons.

"It's too late. Tell them I'll take people to the hospital first."

Chen Mo tossed a sentence to Lee Sang-hyeok, then reached out and pulled Park Hyo-min into his arms.

"No, no, Oppa, no no no."

"Don't scream, or you'll have a scar."

Chen Mo made a bluff.

Park Hyo-min didn't understand, but she didn't dare to struggle anymore.

"Wow!"

Lee Sang-hyeok started the car, heading to Seoul Hospital.

The best hospital in Gangnam District, a top-tier tertiary hospital in Korea, with the best overall strength in South Korea.

"Oppa, can we not go there? I...I..."

Park Hyo-min nestled in Chen Mo's arms, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at the succubus's face, emitting a protest as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"What is she saying?"

Chen Mo asked Li Xianghe.

"She said she didn't want to go to a hospital in Seoul. Medical expenses here are very high, and for ordinary families like theirs, who are still idols and haven't debuted yet, they don't have much money and are struggling financially."

Lee Sang-hyeok translated it faithfully, adding his own interpretation.

Tell her not to worry about the money; I'll pay for her medical expenses in advance, and she can pay me back when she earns money.

Chen Mo is not the type to do good deeds anonymously. Saving lives is the priority, and he can pay for it in advance, but he must repay it.

After Lee Sang-hyeok finished translating, Park Hyo-min quickly nodded her head.

If given a choice, they would naturally go to the best hospital. Idols rely on their health for a living, and having scars would be tantamount to saying goodbye to their acting career.

"Oppa, Oppa."

Park Hyo-min took out her phone and gestured for her to leave her contact information.

Chen Mo didn't have a Korean phone number, a QQ number wouldn't work, and WeChat wasn't available yet, so he had to leave an email address.

Park Hyo-min was wheeled into the treatment room, and Chen Mo paid a deposit of 25 won, equivalent to 1400 RMB.

Half an hour later.

The other five members of Crown arrived at the hospital, following behind a middle-aged man who was gritting his teeth.

This must be Kim Kwang-soo, the boss of CCM and manager of the girl group T-ara.

"Hello sir, were you the one who took Park Hyo-min to the hospital?"

Chen Mo nodded.

"How much did the treatment cost? I'll pay you back."

"We exchanged contact information, and she will return it to me later."

Chen Mo was wary. The Korean entertainment industry was notoriously shady, and he didn't want the damn boss to try any moral blackmail or try to get his money back with interest.

after all.

In his past life, he frequented seafood restaurants and was a die-hard fan of Chef 7.

After waiting another half hour, Park Hyo-min walked out of the treatment room with her arm wrapped in bandages.

"Useless! Idiots! Who caused this car accident? Do you know how important today's schedule is?! I spent a long time inviting Director Cha Eun-taek, he has many music videos to shoot, his time is very precious, and you ruined it all!"

Kim Kwang-soo reprimanded loudly without any restraint, his expression suggesting he was about to take action.

Park Hyomin stood against the wall, not daring to talk back or make an excuse.

The other five people in the Crown also lowered their heads and dared not utter a sound.

Due to the prevailing social environment in Korea, it was common for bosses to physically punish and verbally abuse artists, and artists usually chose to swallow their anger and accept it passively.

One has to admit that entertainers in China are far too fortunate.

"What do we do? Can anyone tell me what to do? Director Che Enze's schedule is completely full. Do you guys still want to debut at the end of July? Damn it, you're useless, good for nothing!"

Kim Kwang-soo became increasingly angry as he spoke.

She raised her arm high and aimed her palm at Park Hyo-min's cheek.

Park Hyo-min only dared to turn her head slightly, not daring to dodge.

It's as if doing this will make the slap less painful.

"Whoosh!"

The slap came down hard with a strong gust of wind.

The five members of the Crown were so frightened that they shrank back, clearly having been slapped many times before, which had become a conditioned reflex.

but.

The imagined "slap slap" sound did not occur.

Park Hyo-min timidly opened her eyes and stole a glance at the boss's palm.

It was actually held firmly in a large hand.

"President Kim, let's get to know each other formally. I am Chen Mo, the Cannes Film Festival award-winning director and heir to a conglomerate in Northeast China."