Peninsula: I can steal the luck of disgraced celebrities

Chapter 133 Madam, you wouldn't want your boyfriend to be without resources, would you?

Professor Li sent the message at 3 PM the day after tomorrow, at a Japanese restaurant near Yeouido. A private room has already been booked.

Lin Zhixun saved the information and returned to his ward.

IU peeled another apple and ate it in small bites.

"Whose call was that?"

"Professor Li said the bill is progressing well."

IU nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Lin Zhixun glanced at the time; it was almost 9:30.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

"No need, Brother Pei is waiting downstairs." U stood up, patted non-existent dust off his pants, and said, "Oppa, take care of yourself."

Bae Ge is IU's manager, Bae Chung-han.

"You, a female idol, are telling me to be careful?"

"Oppa has offended more people than I have." IU slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out, pausing at the door. "That uncle's matter—it's true..."

"Will there be any problems?"

"With Congressman Cho Sung-hwan personally involved, even if Kim Sung-cheol hires ten lawyers now, it won't make a difference."

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IU hummed in agreement and went out the door.

Lin Zhixun sat in the ward for a while, looking at Yisheng on the bed.

The electrocardiogram monitor's curves were steadily fluctuating, and the ventilator was running regularly. Dean Cui had said that Yisheng's various indicators were improving, but no one could say for sure when he would wake up.

He took out his phone and glanced at the status of "Love Train - Health" on the system panel; it was still running.

"You'd better wake up already," Lin Zhixun muttered to the person on the hospital bed. "You have to spend 144 points of good deeds every day. No matter how rich your family is, you can't waste money like this."

No one responded to him.

Lin Zhixun reached into his pocket for a pen. "I brought a pen this time for autographs."

No one responded to him.

The day after tomorrow, at 2:50 PM.

Yeouido, a Japanese restaurant called "KappoAki".

Lin Zhixun arrived ten minutes earlier than the agreed time.

The private room was on the second floor. As he went upstairs, he glanced at the lobby, which was full of middle-aged men in dark suits, sitting in twos and threes, chatting in hushed tones.

The canteen of the political circle.

A young man in a black suit stood at the door of the private room. When he saw Lin Zhixun walking over, he nodded politely.

"Representative Lin?"

"Um."

"Councilor Zhao has arrived. Please come in."

The door opened, revealing a small private room with tatami-style seating and a low table in the center, on which tea had already been laid out.

Zhao Chenghuan sat opposite him, looking younger than he did on TV. He had replaced his gold-rimmed glasses with frameless ones, and wore a dark shirt without a tie.

He saw Lin Zhixun come in, stood up and extended his hand.

"Representative Lin, I've heard so much about you."

"Congressman Zhao, I've heard so much about you." Lin Zhixun shook hands and sat down.

Although I don't know why you've admired me so much.

Lin Chih-hsun thought to himself.

Zhao Chenghuan sized him up for a few seconds.

"Younger than I imagined."

I'm twenty this year.

Zhao Chenghuan then laughed, "Professor Li told me you were a student at Yonsei University's law school, and I thought he was joking."

"He's so young and promising!"

Lin Zhixun picked up his teacup, took a sip, and offered a few compliments to the other party.

I looked up the information on my phone on the way here, thankfully I came in handy.

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhao Chenghuan signaled the waiter to serve the dishes. The two ate a few bites of sashimi first, and then Zhao Chenghuan continued to speak.

"I asked to meet you today mainly to thank you in person."

"You proposed the bill; I merely provided a source of information."

"Delivering the ammunition to the right people," Zhao Chenghuan put down his chopsticks, "is the greatest achievement."

"Every year there are countless good proposals, but without public support, they are all just pieces of waste paper."

Lin Chih-hsun put down his teacup.

"Is Representative Zhao just being polite, or does he have something else to discuss?"

Zhao Chenghuan was taken aback by his bluntness, then laughed.

"That's great." He leaned forward slightly. "Representative Lin, are you interested in politics?"

"have."

And it's big!

Zhao Chenghuan was taken aback. He had originally thought the other party would say they weren't interested. After all, young people of this age would probably prefer to sweat it out on the court and flirt with assistants in miniskirts rather than chat about politics with old men.

Since he was interested, he abandoned the persuasive rhetoric he had prepared and said directly, "Your actions this time, from the D-Society report to the public outcry to the proposal of the bill, were clean and efficient. It doesn't seem like something a college student could do."

"These are all thanks to Mr. Jin's excellent teaching."

"A good teacher produces outstanding students."

Zhao Chenghuan praised both sides before revealing his purpose.

"Next year is an election year, and our party is consolidating its resources."

"The voices of the younger generation, the influence of the entertainment industry, and the ability to manipulate public opinion—these are things that traditional politicians find difficult to reach."

Lin Zhixun understood.

"You want me to help you with your election?"

"Yes." Zhao Chenghuan replied directly.

His tone became more serious.

"Mr. Moon Jae-in is our party's strongest candidate in next year's general election. He needs the support of young voters, while I am an actor and entertainment company owner," Lim Ji-hoon chewed the fish in his mouth, "not a political broker."

Although Lin Zhixun was interested, he knew that the treatment of a woman who offered herself up was different from that of a woman he had worked hard to win over.

Different.

Therefore, one should definitely be a little reserved.

"It is precisely because you are not that you have value."

Zhao Chenghuan poured a cup of sake and pushed it towards him.

"Think about it, a twenty-year-old young man who runs a top entertainment company in South Korea and has also pushed for a bill to protect minors—this image itself is a symbol."

"You don't need to stand on a stage and shout slogans; you just need to express your attitude at the appropriate time."

Lin Chih-hsun didn't touch that glass of wine.

He quickly calculated in his mind.

Zhao Chenghuan's visit to him today was most likely not a personal act. This level of contact must have been instructed or at least tacitly approved by someone behind the scenes.

"Does Mr. Moon Jae-in know about today's meal?"

Zhao Chenghuan neither denied nor admitted it; he simply smiled.

Lin Zhixun picked up the cup of sake and took a sip.

"Congressman Zhao, I need to think about this for a few days, and I have a condition."

"explain."

"I hope to have the opportunity to meet with Mr. Moon Jae-in."

Zhao Chenghuan raised an eyebrow.

"that's all?"

"that's all."

"No problem." Zhao Chenghuan nodded readily. "The bill will undergo its first reading next week, and if all goes well, it should be put to a vote within one to two months."

"After the vote passes, I will arrange a meeting between you."

The two talked for another half hour, mostly Zhao Chenghuan talking about party strategies, basic analysis of the base for next year's general election, and the importance of young voters.

Lin Zhixun listened, occasionally asking one or two questions.

After finishing their meal, the two parted ways at the door.

Zhao Chenghuan's secretary was already waiting downstairs, and a black sedan was parked on the side of the road.

"Let's get together again next time." Zhao Chenghuan extended his hand.

"Okay." Lin Zhixun shook hands.

Zhao Chenghuan got into the car and left.

He was about to take a taxi to YG when his phone vibrated.

It was an unfamiliar number.

"Feed?"

"Representative Lin Zhixun?" The voice on the other end was female, young, and spoke very quickly.

"I am Kim Eun-joo, the PD of the KBS TV program 'Current Affairs Report'."

"We would like to do a special report on the Kim Yee-seung case and the amendment of the guardianship law, and we hope to interview you."

Lin Zhixun leaned against a lamppost.

How did you get my phone number?

"It was given to me by a reporter from Dispatch. She said you probably wouldn't refuse."

That short-haired female reporter reached out quite far.

What were the topics of the interview?

"Mainly your perspective as the driving force, and—" Kim Eun-joo paused, "the story between you and Kim Ye-seung, why you did this, your psychological journey, and so on."

Lin Zhixun thought for a few seconds.

KBS is a public broadcaster with far greater influence than Dispatch. If they could feature a special report on it, it would significantly boost the bill's momentum.

But Lin Zhixun was too lazy to go.

"I recommend a better candidate," he replied. "You saw the photos from Dispatch, right?"

"certainly."

"That's why I recommend that you interview IU. She's Yeseung's closest friend, and her perspective is more convincing than mine."

Kim Eun-joo's voice suddenly rose, "Would Lee Ji-eun be willing to do an interview?"

"I'll go ask."

"That's great, if Lee Ji-eun can participate, that would be great too."

Although Kim Eun-joo seemed a little disappointed that YG's new CEO, currently the most talked-about figure in the entertainment industry, did not give an interview, it wasn't evident in her tone.

It's worth noting that YG's new manager was suddenly replaced, and that he was an actor, which shocked many people.

Countless people are curious about what exactly happened.

Unfortunately, Lin Chih-hsun has consistently refused to be interviewed.

"Then I'll wait for your news, Representative Lin."

I hung up the phone.

Lim Ji-hoon hailed a taxi and gave them the YG address.

On the car, he sent IU a message: KBS wants to do a special report and interview you about Ye-seung. Would you be willing?

IU: When?

Lin Chih-hsun: It's not decided yet. Let me find out the details for you first.

IU: Okay, I'm fine with anything that will help Yeseung.

Lin Chih-hsun put his phone away and leaned back in the back seat.

As the taxi crossed the Han River Bridge, the setting sun cast golden fragments onto the river's surface.

He mentally reviewed the cards in his hand.

As the bill progressed, Cho Sung-hwan made connections, establishing a channel of communication with Moon Jae-in. KBS's special report could further fuel the fire. Although Park Jung-ho's case was suppressed, the materials remain and could be brought up again at any time when the opportunity arises.

The chessboard is getting bigger and bigger.

Six months ago, he was just an actor who had just transmigrated, but now he holds more than just the entertainment industry.

The taxi stopped in front of YG, and Lin Zhixun paid the fare and got out.

The security guard at the building entrance saw him, stood at attention, and saluted. Lin Zhixun nodded, went inside, and took out his phone to dial a number.

The call connected after three beeps.

"Any good notebooks out lately?"

Agent Cui Hao paused for two seconds, then asked, "You're going to act in a movie?"

"Otherwise what? Being the president is a side job; acting is my main profession."

"I thought I would only need to manage the charitable foundation from now on."

The sound of Cui Hao rummaging through things on the other end of the phone could be heard, the rustling of papers.

"I received a few scripts a couple of days ago. One is a crime film from CJ, another is an art film by an independent director from Chungmuro, and there's another one—I'll find it."

The elevator reached the fifth floor, and Lin Zhixun stepped out.

"Send me a draft of the script to my email first, and I'll review it myself."

"OK."

Lin Zhixun hung up the phone and walked down the corridor to his office. As he passed the practice room, he heard drumbeats and footsteps coming from inside, which must be a group of trainees rehearsing.

Although watching the trainees practice dancing was pleasing to the eye, he didn't stop and continued walking forward.

I almost bumped into someone at the corner.

The other person took a half step back, carrying a paper bag with the logo of a certain ginseng chicken soup restaurant printed on it.

The woman was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, and had large almond-shaped eyes with slightly upturned corners.

The woman opposite seemed to recognize Lin Zhixun, blinking, "Ah—Lin Zhixun?"

Lim Ji-hoon was taken aback, recalling the voice in his mind, and said somewhat uncertainly, "Senior Park Han-byul?"

Park Han-byul pulled down her mask and greeted, "Long time no see, what are you doing here?"

Lin Chih-hsun almost burst out laughing. This is my company. Where else would I be if not here?

But then he thought that Park Han-byul probably didn't know about YG's change of management, since she wasn't very active in the industry and was usually very low-key.

"I work from here." Lin Zhixun pointed to the door at the end of the corridor. "That's my office."

Park Han-byul's expression changed, as if she had remembered something.

"Wait—the new CEO of YG Entertainment that's being talked about online, is that you?"

"Um."

"So Dongxu is now—"

"They are artists under my management, from a technical standpoint."

So, madam, you wouldn't want your boyfriend to lose this job, would you?

Lin Chih-hsun thought to himself.

Park Han-byul was stunned.

She looked down at the ginseng chicken soup in her hand, then at Lin Zhixun, her expression complex.

It wasn't that she had any feelings for Park Ji-hoon, but rather that she wanted to figure out why her former best friend, Han Ye-seul, had been telling her to go to YG less often recently.

It turns out that it's because Lin Zhixun became a manager at YG Entertainment.

She still remembers the Han Ga-in incident last year; it was because of this incident that her best friend told her to be wary of Lin Chih-hsun.

Seeing that the other person didn't say a word, Lin Zhixun looked at the bag in the other person's hand and took the initiative to speak: "Senior, what's wrong?"

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"Oh!" Park Han-byul bowed. "I'm so sorry, Representative Lim, I was just lost in thought."

This is really wrong. What if Representative Lin becomes dissatisfied with her because of this and then targets Dongxu?

"fine."

Lin Chih-hsun smiled to indicate that he didn't mind, and left without saying anything more.

He recalled that they met by chance on the set of "0h MyLady". Although they had only met a few times, they talked very casually.

Even now, though Lim Ji-hoon has walked away, Park Han-byul is still standing there with a half-bow.

A pitifully thick barrier has already separated us.

He pushed open the office door, went in, and sat down.

A stack of documents awaiting signature lay on the table, neatly arranged by the secretary according to priority.

Lin Zhixun didn't rush to look at the documents, but instead turned on his computer and searched for a name.

Yoo In-seok, Park Han-byul's future husband.

In his past life's memories, this name was associated with keywords such as "BurningSun," "nightclub," and "sexual favors."

If we can find this person, we might be able to get more dirt on that prosecutor, which would give us a better chance of bringing him down.

The search results are in.

In 2010, there was no news about Liu Renxi, and no such person could be found.

Do I have to wait for them to break up and then for Yoo In-seok to appear?

Never mind, I'll leave it for now.

Lin Zhixun closed the computer screen and picked up the project proposal on the table, flipping through it.

Being a boss is definitely the most boring job in the world.

He got annoyed after flipping through a dozen pages, pushed the file aside, opened his email, and checked if Kim Min-jun had sent the script.

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