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

"I wish that everyone may be saved..."

A middle-aged man wearing glasses, a priest's robe, and a Korean-style middle-part hairstyle stood on the stage, facing nearly a hundred pairs of devout eyes below, and began to preach in Korean-accented English.

Wang Weili and his two companions sat in the back row, looking out of place compared to the fervent crowd in front of them.

However, what surprised them even more was yet to come.

"Very good. Are there any sinners here today who yearn for salvation, or any newcomers who wish to join the church?"

Wang Weili struggled to understand the middle-aged priest's Korean-accented English.

Immediately, he saw several people stand up in the front row and walk onto the stage in an orderly fashion to wait on the side.

The middle-aged priest addressed them as brothers and sisters, and led one of them onto the circular stainless steel pedestal in the center of the stage, where he began a performance characterized by exaggerated expressions, spittle flying, and gesticulating wildly.

"My dear brother, the Lord cannot hear your whispers; speak them aloud to the Lord!"

"Look up at the heavens and confess your crimes!"

"May the Lord's holy flames cleanse your sins, and may His holy blood evolve your soul!"

With trembling hands, the priest was rubbing air tiles on the head of the man who was about to convert to the church. His expression was contorted as if he were fighting a deadly enemy in the air. The force he used caused the veins on his neck muscles to bulge.

Just when Wang Weili thought it was all a performance.

With a loud bang.

Suddenly, several fire snakes shot up from around the circular stainless steel base, enveloping the priest and the new converts, and began to rotate.

The newcomer was startled and lunged forward. The priest immediately reached out and pulled him into his arms, closed his eyes, tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle, and the exaggerated performance instantly became peaceful, with a compassionate expression.

A gasp erupted in the church; the celebrities and middle-class people all transformed into devout believers with shining eyes.

Wang Weili frowned, his expression showing a hint of discomfort, and then he felt Li Xue suddenly lean closer to him.

"Boss, are they putting on a stage play?"

"No, it's a great combination of technology and faith."

Wang Weili's complaints weren't loud, but they still drew panicked responses from Tian Ming on the other side, who tried to stop him.

"Mr. Wang, some things are better left unsaid, just keep them to yourself."

"What's wrong?"

"South Korea places great importance on faith, so I'd like to take this opportunity to discuss the copyright acquisition with Park Jung-hoon. Please don't say anything like that in front of him later."

"Okay, I understand."

Wang Weili nodded, and there was nothing wrong with cooperating without saying a word.

After the sermon ended, Tian Na did indeed take the opportunity to visit Park Jung-hoon and Woo Won-gil.

Park and Woo were surprised to hear Tian Ming's identity and purpose, but their attitude became friendly and enthusiastic when Tian Ming explained that he had come to listen to a sermon.

"Oh, so Mr. Tian is also a member of the church!"

Park Jung-hoon said with a mix of emotion and pride, "You're very lucky! Father Kang is our celebrity godfather; many people specifically turn down work to come and hear him preach..."

"Jung-hoon, the word 'celebrity' is too blasphemous."

Woo Won-gil, dissatisfied, corrected him, and Park Jung-hoon repeatedly apologized.

They looked nothing like the stars who were fawning over them on the first floor of SBS just moments ago; they were clearly two believers.

Wang Weili pursed his lips and remained silent.

Park Jung-hoon suddenly glanced at him and asked, "Mr. Jeon, who is this?"

"He is my business partner, Mr. Wang Weili."

Tian Ming's Korean is not very good, and Wang Weili can only barely understand it.

Park Jung-hoon pondered for a moment and asked, "Mr. Wang, are you also a member of the church?"

"I have not joined the church."

"Oh, that's a pity. It seems you came with Mr. Tian."

"almost."

Wang Weili failed to understand Tian Ming's subtle hint and tried to ingratiate himself with the other party.

Seeing this, Tian Ming couldn't help but explain, "Mr. Wang might prefer Buddhism..."

"Yes, faith is a very personal matter, and of course we respect that."

Even so, Park Jung-hoon's attitude visibly cooled down.

What happened next was predictable.

Tian Ming tried to subtly discuss the acquisition of the Running Man copyright, but Park Jung-hoon blocked him with the statement that he wouldn't discuss work.

Park and Woo did not smile again until the group left the church.

After they got into the black Mercedes S60, Wang Weili turned to Tian Ming and asked, "Why are these two old bastards so hypocritical?"

"As I just said, they value faith very much."

Tian Ming complained to Wang Weili, saying that this failed meeting might affect the subsequent acquisition of copyrights.

Wang Weili was taken aback: "Is it really that exaggerated?"

"You think! Some people, the higher they climb, the more they believe in these mystical things. Even in South Korea, some elections involve shamanistic rituals!"

Tian said in a righteous and stern tone.

He didn't quite understand Korean culture, but he still had to respect and cooperate verbally, after all, it's business, and it's not shameful to do things that way.

Wang Weili pursed his lips, his eyes filled with speechlessness: "Since things have come to this, let's eat first! After we eat, we'll go to SBS again tomorrow. Maybe that guy surnamed Park won't care that much."

"Sigh..."

Tianming sighed and shook his head pessimistically.

But he still agreed to Wang Weili's suggestion to eat first!

……

If there were regional food rating agencies, South Korea would only get a "barely edible" rating.

Wang Weili led Tian Ming and Li Xue around the Hongdae area for half a day, and finally decided to go eat barbecue.

Besides this, South Korea doesn't have many other distinctive dishes; the rest are mostly things like bibimbap, army stew, etc.

Looking at the pork belly, beef ribs, perilla leaves, various sauces, and the sizzling grill pan on the table.

Wang Weili didn't feel particularly hungry, Tian Ming was worried about copyright and didn't have much of an appetite either, only Li Xue wanted to eat but was concerned that the boss hadn't started eating yet...

In the midst of this silent atmosphere, the phone on the table suddenly started vibrating.

The three of them looked over at the same time, then Tian Ming and Li Xue's gazes moved upwards, and Wang Weili picked up his phone to check.

The person who sent him the WeChat message was none other than Cheng Xiao, whom he had just met in the SBS first-floor rest area.

"Brother Willie, my show is over. Are you done with your work?"

"I'm done with work and having barbecue in Hongdae."

"Can I come to see you?"

"Huh? Don't you need to go back to school?"

Wang Weili glanced at the abundant ingredients on the table and the two people who didn't seem to have much of an appetite. He felt that if Cheng Xiao wasn't in a hurry to go back to school, he could invite her to eat.

"I've already spoken to the teacher and can go home a little later. Could you give me a ride?"

"Okay, I'll send you the address."

Before sending the location and name of the barbecue restaurant to Cheng Xiao, Wang Weili consulted Tian Ming for his opinion.

"Mr. Tian, ​​I have a younger sister who's studying in South Korea coming over. Would you mind adding another person?"

"That doesn't matter. I'm mainly thinking about copyright issues, so I don't have much of an appetite. Why don't you guys eat? I'll go back to the hotel and make a few calls to Park Jung-hoon."

Seeing that Tian Ming really didn't have much of an appetite, Wang Weili didn't try to persuade him to stay any longer.

When only the two of them remained at the table, Li Xue suddenly leaned over and asked curiously, "Boss, isn't your sister still in kindergarten?"