Peninsula: My Top-Tier Landlord

"Xiao Ye, I heard you've studied some Korean?"

"Yeah, I studied it for a while in college, hoping to use it to pick up Korean girls. Why is my supervisor suddenly asking about this?"

"Here's the thing, the branch office in Korea needs a Chinese teacher, and you happen to speak Korean, so we're going to send you."

"what?"

"Ani ah sai yo..."

"Can I check in now?"

At a hotel in Gangnam, Seoul, South Korea, Ye Fan politely inquired at the front desk and, after receiving a reply, handed his passport to the receptionist.

They really were assigned to Seoul!

At the time, he thought his supervisor was joking. After all, he had only been with the company for a year and was still a newbie. Shouldn't this kind of salary increase and overseas assignment opportunity be given to those old guys who have houses and cars and dare not complain even when they are scolded?

But the very next day, the transfer documents for my business trip were sent to my phone!

After receiving the room key, Ye Fan politely thanked them, went to the room, put his luggage away, took the room key out of the hotel, hailed a taxi, and gave them the organization's address.

He arrived three days early, wanting to explore Seoul and familiarize himself with the environment first. Although he speaks Korean, this was his first time in Korea.

The branch office is also located in Gangnam District, a densely populated and bustling area of ​​Seoul.

Upon arriving at the destination, Ye Fan paid the fare and called the colleague who was supposed to be meeting him, asking him to come out and pick him up.

The colleague in charge of reception was named Wu Yingying. She was three years older than Ye Fan and quite pretty. She took Ye Fan on a tour of the various areas of the organization.

The institution is quite large, with three floors, and students are currently attending classes there.

After the visit, Wu Yingying told Ye Fan some bad news: there was only one room left in the staff dormitory, a double room, and he would be sharing it with an Indian man who taught Hindi.

If you don't live in the dormitory, you'll have to rent a place outside on your own, and the organization will provide a subsidy.

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan immediately decided to rent a place to live. He didn't mean anything by it; he just wanted to live alone.

"How's it going, Emperor Ye? Have you arrived in Seoul yet?"

As soon as Ye Fan returned to the hotel, he received a call from a friend. Because he shared the same name as the protagonist of a novel, his friend often teased him about the nickname and settings in the book.

"We arrived around noon and are currently at the hotel."

"Will I see news about your debut online soon?"

"Are you crazy? I'm here to work, not to be a trainee. Why would I want to debut?" Ye Fan retorted, somewhat speechless.

Whether you debut as an artist or make short videos, you have to put aside your pride and face, and have the strong mentality to forget yesterday's events as soon as the sun rises.

That's why abstract bloggers or celebrities have become more popular in recent years—because they offer entertainment and emotional value.

He couldn't do that. When short videos were popular, he thought about giving it a try, but he felt a bit embarrassed shooting videos of his daily life and singing. After more than a year, he only has 5 followers.

"You are Emperor Ye, and you look like Wu Shixun. There must be some sect that wants to take a liking to you."

"You idiot, I look like Edison Chen!"

Do you like photography?

"Go to hell."

After bragging to his best buddy, Ye Fan received a message from his younger sister Ye Xin, who had just started college, asking him to get Liu Zhimin's autograph if he had the chance.

This is a member of a girl group that debuted 3 years ago, and she's quite popular.

Ye Fan doesn't follow celebrities. Every time he goes home, he listens to his younger sister nagging in his ear and passively absorbs some knowledge about them.

Looking at the dim sky outside, Ye Fan took a shower and prepared to go out for dinner, and also to stroll around Seoul at night.

After wandering around for a while, his enthusiasm for going abroad gradually faded. It wasn't particularly bustling, and he could see many fellow countrymen speaking Mandarin on the street. If it weren't for the fact that the shop names were all in Korean, he would have thought he had returned to China.

I came to a barbecue restaurant recommended by a friend on Xiaohongshu (a Chinese social media platform), who said the food was delicious and that you might even run into some celebrities if you were lucky.

After finding a corner seat against the wall and ordering his food, Ye Fan took out his phone out of boredom and started looking for rental apartments online. He hoped to find a decent place to move into within the week, otherwise staying in hotels all the time would be too much trouble.

"Unnie, sit here."

Kang Seulgi glanced at the corner table, where there was already a boy, and pointed to the empty table behind him.

"Um."

Bae Joo-hyun nodded slightly and sat down behind Ye Fan, while her younger sister Kang Seul-gi sat opposite her.

"Why did you suddenly ask me out for dinner? Is something bothering you?"

After ordering, Kang Seulgi took off her mask and asked the older sister across from her, who was propping her head up and looking sullen.

Logically speaking, having just returned from a European tour, with no scheduled activities in July and a month of rest, one should be happy. But only a week has passed, and one is already feeling down?

"Could it be that he's being pressured to get married?" Kang Seulgi pondered for a moment and asked her guess.

This older sister is the oldest in the group, and she's already in her thirties. I've heard her mention a few times during previous tours how her uncles and aunts have been nagging her about dating and marriage.

They've been in the industry for nine years, and their dating contracts expired long ago. Joy, for example, started dating a boyfriend a couple of years ago.

"Yeah, I got nagged for ages after I got back." Bae Joo-hyun sighed. There were two girls in the family, and she was the eldest, so the pressure was naturally on her shoulders.

However, their contracts haven't been renewed yet, and she hasn't figured out their future development direction, so she doesn't have time to think about these things.

Moreover, she recently wanted to rent out the small apartment she bought two years ago, otherwise it would be a waste to leave it empty, so she might as well rent it out and collect some rent.

There are so many big and small things to deal with, just thinking about it makes me feel exhausted.

So after being nagged at home for two days, I went straight back to Seoul.

"Then why don't you just make up an excuse, like you already have a boyfriend? That way they won't pressure you anymore," Kang Seulgi suggested.

Bae Joo-hyun rolled her eyes, thinking that her younger sister had come up with a terrible idea.

"What if they want to see photos and ask about the other person?"

"Just make things up and drag it out!"

"What about meeting up? Don't forget my sister is in Seoul too."

"Just say you're busy and keep putting it off."

"How long can you keep putting this off? You can't just keep avoiding each other forever, can you?"

"If you really have to meet, just say you broke up, and then, feeling heartbroken, you won't want to date for the time being. Wouldn't that solve the problem?" Kang Seulgi didn't think much of it and thought her idea was excellent.

"Nonsense." Bae Joo-hyun rejected this method.

At this moment, the waiter brought out the dishes, and the two temporarily put aside the topic and started grilling the meat first.

"No, are you an idiot?"

"Why would I, your brother, ask these questions every day? I'm not a fan of celebrities."

Upon hearing the Chinese voice coming from behind, Bae Joo-hyun and Kang Seul-gi paused, exchanged a glance, and then looked towards the back seat.

It turns out that the boy was Chinese.

The two were somewhat surprised, but didn't pay much attention and turned their attention back to grilling the meat. However, the other person's next words made them pause again.

"Do you think I'm saying Jisoo is prettier than Irene, Erduolong?!"

Bae Joo-hyun blinked. This Irene…

Does it refer to yourself?