Huayu: We're asking you to act, and you're playing a superhuman?

Mokdong, Seoul, the headquarters of SBS television station.

This is a building that looks like a milk carton, with its floors covered in glass and the SBS logo hanging on the top.

A row of green beech trees with newly sprouted buds grew in front of the building, and several fans holding support signs were scattered around the entrance. Every now and then, support trucks with posters of their idols would stop.

Wang Weili sat in the SBS first-floor lounge area, watching all this, and thought to himself that South Korea truly deserves to be called the originator of the idol economy.

Even compared to South Korea's idols ten years from now, domestic idols are still inferior.

"Boss, your coffee."

Li Xue walked over quickly, handed the coffee to Wang Weili, and sat down opposite him with a stern face.

Wang Weili asked curiously, "Why does your face look so sour?"

"Don't even mention it. When I went to buy you coffee, the clerk started whispering to the person next to him as soon as he heard me speak Chinese, and he gave me a really disgusted look... those Koreans."

Li Xue gritted her teeth and cursed.

Wang Weili was powerless to help in this matter, because the other party had only revealed a problem with their eyes. As long as Li Xue wasn't hurt by their gaze, no one could do anything about it.

"I'll teach you a trick. Next time you go to buy coffee, order in English, and they'll look at you with admiration immediately."

"real?"

"Hmm, I just tried... By the way, Mr. Tian has been on the phone for so long, why hasn't he come back yet?"

Wang Weili glanced in the direction Tian Ming had just walked and found that the other person was still typing away on his phone.

Importing the Running Man rights definitely requires face-to-face communication, and I don't know why he talked for so long.

Wang Weili muttered something to himself, then glanced at the group of chattering high school girls on the sofa next door.

There seemed to be someone looking this way, but he was certain he didn't recognize any high school girls from South Korea.

Maybe they thought I was handsome, which is why they looked at me a few more times.

Wang Weili thought this explanation was reasonable, after all, South Korea has always been a country that values ​​appearance above all else, and his own face is indeed quite good.

Just as Wang Weili was wondering how much longer he would have to stay, Tian Ming, who had been on the phone for almost half an hour, finally returned.

Wang Weili looked up at his face, his eyebrows furrowed, his lips downturned, looking as frustrated and confused as someone who had excitedly gone to a hotel late at night to check in, only to find that they hadn't brought their ID...

"Is there a problem with the reservation?"

"Um."

Tian Ming nodded with a heavy expression: "I just called Park Jung-hoon, the head of the drama department in charge of SBS variety shows and dramas. He said he was free at first, but then suddenly changed his mind and said he had an urgent matter to attend to and asked us to come back tomorrow."

"Is that so strange?"

Wang Weili was very puzzled.

As a core executive in charge of two important departments, Park Jung-hoon's daily work schedule should be very strict. How could he suddenly change his mind?

Tianming was also confused: "Just now on the phone, I thought I heard someone urging Park Jung-hoon, but I don't know what it was about..."

"Then you'll have to come back tomorrow."

Wang Weili said helplessly, "I haven't even seen the person, so I can't think of a solution."

"yes."

Tianming sighed, picked up the coffee on the table, drank it down in one gulp, and was about to get up and leave.

Wang Weili stared blankly as he took his coffee, completely unaware that someone was approaching him.

"Brother Willie?"

"Um?"

Wang Weili turned around in bewilderment, wondering why Li Xue was suddenly acting so coquettish.

As a result, what came into view was a pure and innocent high school girl with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, a delicate nose, pink lips, an oval face, and wispy bangs.

Do I know her?

Wang Weili tilted his head, looking curiously at the South Korean high school girl who had come up to him and struck up a conversation, then remembered that she was speaking Chinese…

"Do I need a photo with you and an autograph?"

"Huh?"

Cheng Xiao was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized, "I'm not a fan, Brother Willie, I'm Cheng Xiao, Xiao Xiao!"

"Ah? Oh, it's you!"

By comparing the eyebrows and eyes, Wang Weili finally recognized Cheng Xiao, the little sister he had met in high school in Pengcheng.

"How did you end up here?"

"My classmates and I rehearsed a performance for an audition at SBS. What about you?"

Cheng Xiao pursed her pink lips, looking at Wang Weili with curiosity and anticipation.

Just as Wang Weili was about to explain, he suddenly felt a tug on his sleeve, and then he heard Tian Ming say, "Park Jung-hoon came out, and the person he was with looks like SBS President Woo Won-gil."

"Um?"

Wang Weili ignored Cheng Xiao and hurriedly turned his head to look.

Two middle-aged people, surrounded by others, were walking towards the door one after the other. A black Mercedes-Benz S60 was parked on the side of the road outside.

Tian Ming withdrew his gaze and said to Wang Weili, "Should we follow them and talk to them?"

"Let's go! Xiao Xiao, I have some work to take care of. Let's contact each other on WeChat later."

Wang Weili gave Cheng Xiao some instructions, then told Li Xue to follow Tian Ming.

Watching Wang Weili's figure disappear into the distance, the joy that had just appeared in Cheng Xiao's eyes gradually faded, and then she heard her classmate's impatient urging.

"Cheng Xiao, we're about to go up, what are you doing?"

"This selection is very important, so don't make a mistake and drag us down with you..."

"Your Korean isn't good enough, so try not to speak later..."

Cheng Xiao nodded perfunctorily, but in reality, he wasn't listening to what they were saying at all.

……

Wang Weili followed the black Mercedes S60 to a church.

Looking at the solemn and dignified European-style building in front of him, he turned and exchanged a glance with Tianming, unsure whether they should go in.

At this moment, one after another, many well-dressed and elegant middle-aged and elderly people walked towards the church entrance.

Wang Weili noticed that when they went in, they all looked devout and eager, and he guessed that Park Jung-hoon and Woo Won-gil, who went in before them, must have looked the same way.

He turned to Tana and asked, "What's the situation regarding religious beliefs here in South Korea?"

"About half of them are religious, with Protestants mainly concentrated in politics, entertainment, and the middle class."

Tianming gestured with his lip towards the people who were hurrying in, indicating that they were all Protestants.

Wang Weili has no religious beliefs, but he respects the beliefs of others.

This is clearly not a suitable occasion for business negotiations.

He glanced at Tianming and was about to suggest that they go back to the hotel and wait, and go to SBS tomorrow, when a man dressed as a priest suddenly called out to them.

"Mr. Tian, ​​what is he shouting?"

"It's like they're urging us to go in quickly..."

"Then let's go quickly."

"It doesn't seem like it will work. Look at all these people around you."

Wang Weili looked around and saw that the people who had been rushing earlier were now standing at the church entrance, casting impatient and disgruntled glances at them. Among them were Park Jung-hoon and Woo Won-gil.

Tian Ming said, "Mr. Wang, if we turn around and leave now, I'm afraid we won't be able to discuss business tomorrow..."

"Let's go in and join the fun."

Wang Weili walked forward, and Tian Ming and Li Xue followed.

As soon as Wang Weili and his two companions entered the church and found seats under the priest's arrangement, they witnessed the bizarre nature of South Korean religion.