Huayu09: Starting with Hijacking Xiao Shenyang

Chen Mo declined the invitation to a banquet from Director Liu, Director Cui, and others.

He led his men to attack Chunhe Tower.

A time-honored brand of Shandong cuisine, quality guaranteed.

Zhang Jiahao had booked a private room in advance, with an extra-large round table that could accommodate more than twenty people at the same time.

Originally, Mr. Zhang was his mentor's chief steward, but after Chen Mo rose to prominence, he became Chen Mo's chief steward.

They're really too busy to keep up with everything, from box office figures in various regions and city-wide box office competitions to promotional activities in Japan and South Korea.

Without a capable head steward, things really won't work.

Jiang Wen kept calling to urge Chen Mo to join the crew as soon as possible. Some scenes had to be filmed repeatedly because they felt something was missing.

"Director Chen! Director Chen is also having dinner at Chunhe Restaurant, what a coincidence!"

After the concert, many audience members went to Chunhelou to sample local specialties.

"Yeah, I brought some friends over for a meal, mainly friends from Korea, so I wanted to show them hospitality."

Chen Mo had no airs of a celebrity and quickly became friends with his fans.

"Director Chen, you're so magnanimous!"

"Director Chen, I'll pay for all your expenses today."

There was a fellow Northeasterner who wore a large gold chain; he was known for his strong personality.

"No need, no need. If we run into each other in the future, we can pay the bill secretly if we want. You've already said so much, how can I accept that?"

Chen Mo accidentally blurted out what was on his mind.

When my old mentor ate in Northeast China, he almost never had to pay for his meals. Many of his fellow villagers would secretly pay the bill for him, leaving without a trace of their good deeds and fame.

"Haha, I'll be more careful next time."

Brother Gold Chain touched his nose.

"Uncle Zhang, Benshan Media will cover all expenses at Chunhe Restaurant tonight."

Chen Mo waved his hand, exuding heroic spirit.

"Director Chen is awesome!"

"As expected of Teacher Zhao's apprentice, so meticulous! Hahaha..."

"Director Chen, you must be hungry after a long night of work. Ordering food means waiting ages for it to arrive. Why don't you try something at my place?"

The kind lady at the next table extended a warm invitation.

"My sister has a very high tacit understanding when it comes to food; she ordered all the dishes I love."

Chen Mo didn't stand on ceremony and took the disposable chopsticks to pick up a piece of braised sea cucumber with scallions.

It has a chewy texture and a strong seafood flavor.

"Director Chen, we've had dinner, how about we take a picture?"

The eldest sister's true colors were revealed.

Before Chen Mo could even put his second chopstick into his mouth, he quickly put it back on the serving plate.

"Sis, you take a picture after just one bite of braised sea cucumber with scallions. What if you eat two bites?"

Chen Mo deliberately made things difficult.

"I'll be clinging to you after just a couple of bites, and you'll warm my bed tonight."

The older sister is definitely a discerning and insightful person. Her own husband was sitting right next to her, and she just said she was going to get on the highway without hesitation.

"Brother-in-law, please do something about this! I call her 'sister,' but she treats me like a son!"

"Ha ha ha ha…"

All the diners burst into laughter.

After taking photos with his fans, Chen Mo went up to the Chunhe Hall on the second floor.

"Please don't be shy, everyone. Sit down and order whatever you'd like to eat."

Chen Moli declined.

"President Oppa, I want to eat that braised sea cucumber with scallions."

Park So-yeon spoke first.

"This grouper looks delicious, but it's a bit too expensive."

Ham Eun-jung whispered.

"Give me two large grouper, one for Eun-jung, and make sure she finishes them both."

Chen Mo had heard that the diet of Korean idols was extremely strict. Breakfast consisted of four scrambled eggs with little oil or salt, lunch of chicken breast and leafy greens, and dinner was basically nonexistent. In order to maintain their body's needs, they could only take vitamin pills and health supplements.

Many idols faint from low blood sugar or exhaustion during stage performances due to a lack of nutrition.

She looks like she has a normal figure on camera, but in reality she is much thinner. There are plenty of female celebrities who are so thin they are skin and bones.

"President Oppa, one serving is enough. I can't eat too much."

Ham Eun-jung shook her head weakly.

"It's okay, just keep up with the exercise. Dieting will affect your health."

"But, but, we don't have time to train."

"From now on, T-ara will not accept meaningless gigs. Those commercial performances, variety shows, and small events don't pay much and won't increase our popularity. The main point is that the stages are simple and accidents are easy to happen."

"Huh? Well... President Oppa, even a small fly is still meat. Don't we need to make money for the company?"

"I don't need those few coins."

Chen Mo simply stated the facts calmly.

All the Korean celebrities at the table, including Kim Kwang-soo, couldn't help but sigh, "It's all Director Chen's fault. Having a good boss is more important than anything else."

Especially Han Geng, Song Qian, and Zheng Shuijing.

My envy was practically overflowing.

SM Entertainment is notorious for exploiting its artists. Han Geng has always been shuttling between China and Korea, with 5 to 8 gigs a day being the norm, and up to 10 gigs a day, working almost 24 hours a day.

go to bed?

Why are you sleeping!

The company has trained you for so many years and spent so much money, is it just so you can sleep?

Song Qian wasn't much better off; she could only manage a maximum of six gigs a day.

Chopping chopsticks with bare hands and drinking eight egg yolks in one go—it's like risking your life for attention.

In summary.

Han Geng and Song Qian are really envious of Crown Girls Group, who met such a good boss as Chen Mo right after their debut.

"Hehe~ President Oppa, don't let Boram's small size fool you, she knows a lot."

Pu Suyuan blinked her round eyes.

The car's speed was indeed quite fast, like the silver of Zhao's troupe.

Jeon Boram pouted and rolled her eyes at Park Soyeon.

"It's like you don't know much."

"Wait until tonight."

"how?"

"Pinch you~"

The two were arguing when the food was served.

After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, everyone was quite tipsy. The drinking culture in Korea is even more sophisticated than that in China.

While you're still agonizing over or even mocking who the fish head is facing, in Korea, when a junior toasts a senior, they can't face the senior directly; they have to turn their face to the side or turn their head away and use their hand to cover their mouth before drinking. In formal occasions, they also have to bow when toasting, and when pouring wine for elders, they must hold the bottle with both hands, and so on.

"Oppa, you promised to write us a new song as soon as possible. We want to become famous, we want to surpass Girls' Generation."

Ham Eun-jung's pretty face was flushed, and she spoke with a lisp, but she still didn't forget to ask Crown for a new song.

The title of "team spirit" isn't given lightly.

"Okay, okay, drink less. This isn't a business cocktail party."

Chen Mo offered a word of advice.

"No, no, no, I can't drink less, not a single drop less. Since Oppa promised, I'll down three cups in a row."

Ham Eun-jung is a woman of her word.

After three drinks, he simply collapsed onto the table and fell asleep.

Chinese high-proof liquor takes effect faster than Korean sake.

"Hyomin, take care of her. It's getting late, let's go back to the hotel and rest."

Chen Mo said it was time to call it a night, and no one dared to drink anymore.

They exchanged contact information and went back to their respective homes.

hotel.

"Hyomin, come to my room."

Chen Mo called out.

"Huh? Ah! Coming!"

Park Hyomin, who was helping Ham Eunjung up with Lee Qri, suddenly looked up, paused for a second, and then nodded vigorously.

"Go ahead, I'll take care of Eun-jung."

Lee Juri gave her best friend a meaningful look.

Chen Mo walked ahead, while Park Hyo-min followed behind with her head down, her head bobbing. In those short few dozen meters, Park Hyo-min had already thought about a lot of things.