Peninsula Entertainment Starts as a Writer

Chapter 7 sulli’s relatives of the same age

September 30, the fifteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar.

The weather in Seoul is sunny and the temperature is suitable.

On the way back to Zhonghua Pavilion by bicycle from Jiangnan District, what Han Zidong saw was that the shops were closed, restaurants were closed, and there were few people on the streets. It really felt like a Chinese Spring Festival.

Every Mid-Autumn Festival, the population density of the entire city of Seoul drops to the lowest level of the year, allowing outsiders like them to enjoy a rare quiet moment of the year.

When passing by a 7-11, Han Zidong casually glanced at the cashier. After seeing a familiar figure, he turned around and stopped at the entrance of the convenience store.

Pushing open the door and stepping into the convenience store, he heard a standardized greeting. He calmly took off his gloves and walked slowly towards the cashier.

The female cashier who had just sat down quickly stood up again when she saw this, and asked with a smile: "Customer nim, do you need any help?"

Han Zidong glanced at the nameplate on the woman's chest, pointed at himself and asked, "Jin Min Xiuxi, don't you recognize me?"

Jin Minxiu stared at Han Zidong for a long time and shook her head in confusion.

When Han Zidong made a gesture of drinking, she belatedly remembered that this was the minor who wanted to buy beer without his ID card yesterday, but was driven away by her in the end?

"You remember," Han Zidong took out his ID card and alien registration card and photographed them on the cashier counter: "Jin Min Xiuxi, I admit that I look very young, but I am really an adult, okay?"

"Yes." Jin Minxiu smacked her lips.

She held her ID card and looked at it a few times.

Although there were many Chinese characters on it, it did not prevent her from seeing that the man in front of her was indeed an adult, and that he was the same year as her, and his birth date was more than a month later than hers.

She lowered her head, held up her ID card and alien registration card with both hands, and handed them to Han Zidong respectfully: "I'm sorry for causing you any trouble."

However, what she was thinking about was that the man in front of her was really a lunatic. No matter how much she cared about it, was it necessary for him to get up early in the morning and make a special trip for such a trivial matter?

"I'm at the nearby Zhonghua Pavilion. I'll meet you all without looking up. Let's get along well in the future."

Han Zidong was not unreasonable and happily sorted out this trivial matter.

"Okay." Jin Minxiu replied politely. After hesitating for a moment, she continued: "But I guess you won't have to see me again after the holiday."

"Why?"

Han Zidong leaned against the cashier and joked: "Is it possible that you provoked another unlucky guy and then got a complaint?"

Jin Minxiu shook her head: "It's not that, but I'm going to find a long-term part-time job in a cafe in Gangnam. The convenience store job only pays the minimum hourly wage, and the working hours are not stable. There are too many night shifts."

Han Zidong understood. No wonder he had no impression of this cashier, considering that he had only worked in this convenience store for less than a week.

"Are you a college student or a recent high school graduate?"

"My junior year is currently on leave."

"Are you short of tuition fees or are you confused about the future?"

Jin Minxiu was stunned for a moment, but told the truth: "It's all a little bit. I studied fashion design in college. I can't see the future of this major. In addition, I ran out of tuition fees, so I stopped studying this semester."

When he heard the words "clothing design", Han Zidong knew that his visit to the convenience store was not in vain.

What is a surprise? What is a special surprise?

"Minxiuxi, how is your art foundation?"

At first, Jin Minxiu felt that Han Zidong was fussy and a bit difficult to get along with.

But as Han Zidong raised his head high and put it down gently to sort out the misunderstanding last night, she felt that this foreigner was quite interesting, that is, he was just a bit more sincere.

When the other party inquired about her work situation with some concern, she felt that Han Zidong had rich social experience and did not look like a foreigner at all, so she wanted to learn from this senior from a foreign country.

"It's not bad. I took three years of art training classes in high school, otherwise I wouldn't have applied for the fashion design department."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Han Zidong snap his fingers.

"Min Xiuxi, studying fashion design is indeed a dead end.

Listen to me, only by trying more and making mistakes when you are young, and having the courage to try and make mistakes, can you finally find a career that suits you for a lifetime.

I have a job here with a monthly salary of one million, do you want to try it?"

In 2012, the minimum hourly wage was 4,580 yuan. Calculated based on 8 hours a day and 22 working days in a month, the minimum wage was about 800,000 yuan. Jin Minxiu did a mental calculation and took into account the overtime problem. 1 million is not too much.

But if the job is easy, she might consider it.

"What kind of job is it?"

"Comic Assistant."

…

After returning to Zhonghua Pavilion, Han Zidong organized the project book for the comic website, and it was not until the evening that the general content of the project book was completed.

This time, he did not rush to upload it to Tumblbug, but prepared to polish it more.

After all, the crowdfunding amount of this project is as high as 300 million won. If his project is written too sloppily, he may not even be able to pass the website review. Moreover, this is not his primary goal. It is less urgent than producing "My Love from the Star"

"a bit.

While preparing dinner, he browsed various comic-related interest forums to learn about current comic information and the concerns of fans.

Most of the forum posts were quite normal, either discussing the plot of the comics or debating which cartoonist was the best, until he saw a post titled "I want to boycott the Korean Wave in my childhood, but our citizens are still admiring Japanese comics!"

"s post.

Han Zidong originally thought it was another angry youth comment, but when he clicked in, he realized that this post actually had something to say.

In the article, the author listed many historical issues between Japan and South Korea, including labor, territory, etc., and also listed the relations between the two countries since the founding of the People's Republic of China. Finally, he came to two conclusions.

First, they are shameless in their childhood. They are the most despicable nation in the world, and everyone should be ashamed to associate with them.

The second is to call on people with lofty ideals to completely boycott Japanese comics.

Regardless of whether the people who replied were supportive or opposed, at least none of them dared to speak for Xiaoli. Even those who were not optimistic about their country’s cartoons only mentioned that domestic cartoonists were too disappointing.

After reading the content of the post, Han Zidong called out to him, "What is righteousness? What does it mean to dare not disobey? This is righteousness. Maybe he can also use this reputation of righteousness to make some articles.

Carrying the sliced ​​meat strips, when Su Ziye was walking to the rooftop, Han Zidong's cell phone suddenly rang.

As soon as the call was connected, a cheerful female voice came from the other side.

"Zidong Oppa, have you eaten?"

"Sulli, I was about to eat when I got a call from you."

"What do you want to eat?"

“BBQ.”

"Ah, where is that barbecue restaurant? Why is it still open today?"

It's not such an exaggeration. Even if the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, there may not be many hotels still open in Chengdong District, but there are definitely many popular shopping malls in Jiangnan District, and hotels will still be open.

Han Zidong did not tell the truth and replied with a smile: "Zidong brand barbecue is trustworthy."

"Yeah," Cui Xueli's disappointed voice came over: "I really envy you!"

Han Zidong laughed twice and took the initiative to invite: "Sulli, come over and I'll treat you to a barbecue."

"Is it really possible?"

"certainly."

"Can I bring a friend?"

"Male or female?"

"Of course she is a girl, and she is in the same year of my school."

"Okay, I'll send you the address. Contact me when you get there."

After hanging up the phone, Han Zidong tilted his head and thought for a while. It seemed that Shirley had called her home last night and mentioned that she was going to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with a female friend. What was that person's name?

(End of chapter)