I am a chaebol in South Korea

Chapter 246: Black fans commit suicide

While waiting for the meal, Li Zhenyu played with the little face of the pendant and opened his INS account.

He wanted to pay attention to the latest news about 'cheating'.

But on the platform, I saw another hot new topic.

9 legs at the end, the final struggle! ! !

9 legs refers to girlhood.

This is the name given to SNSD by black fans on the forum. They think they have nothing to offer except selling their legs.

The later thigh era also came from this.

Even after "Gee" became a hit, Girls' Generation embarked on a death march that lasted for nearly a year.

So far, there have been as many as 1,974 performances. At its peak, there was almost one more endorsement contract every week.

After winning many honors such as the Golden Record Music Awards, the Seoul Music Awards, MMA Artist of the Year, and Song of the Year, anti-fans still define SNSD as "good for nothing except legs."

Why are these disgusting, black maggots who only dare to hide behind network cables popping up again?

Did someone do it on purpose?

Li Zhenyu immediately called the secretary's office, "This is the president's secretary's office. Who are you looking for?"

"It's me."

"President."

Hearing her voice, An Xuazhen immediately stood up from her chair. stand up.

The assistant secretaries who were discussing their work also stopped immediately and looked back at their boss.

"Gui, we have noticed it and are investigating."

"Okay, I will notify you as soon as there are results...Okay, I will keep an eye on it personally."

When Secretary An hung up the phone, the silent secretary office came to life again.

Everyone also had their own guesses about what the president asked about.

"The president has paid attention to SNSD's negative fans on INS. Use all connections to find out as quickly as possible whether someone is setting the pace or whether it is a spontaneous act."

"Guilty." A uniform response, and the secretary room fell into a tense atmosphere. busy.

After explaining the matter at a roadside stall, Li Zhenyu indulged his appetite and ate happily.

The heroic attitude quickly became infected with the restrained truth.

Seeing him showing off each oyster in his mouth, Zhenli asked curiously: "Oppa, is this delicious?"

Li Zhenyu was stunned for a moment and said, "You haven't eaten it before?"

Zhenli shook his head. She had not grown up before. I have been to the beach and rarely go out to eat.

Even if I eat, it's just ramen and rice cakes. This is the first time for oysters.

"Try it, some people like it, some people hate it, it depends on your own taste."

Li Zhenyu handed her one, picked up the lemon slice on it, cut off a corner with scissors and put it on the oyster meat.

"Eat it!"

Zhenli carefully put it to his mouth and heard Li Zhenyu say that he wanted to eat it in one bite.

So, he opened his mouth wide and closed his eyes, and put it into his mouth.

"Woo~"

The oysters burst open, and the slightly salty juice filled the mouth, making Zhenli's expression wrinkle together.

The next second, she bit into the lemon slice.

The citric acid in the skin is bitter, which magically neutralizes the slightly salty taste.

A sweet aftertaste appears in the mouth, followed by a kind of, how can I describe it...

magic!

Truth's frown eased, and her expression began to show enjoyment.

"Do you like it?"

Zhili opened his eyes, nodded in surprise and said, "Oppa, it's delicious."

One for you, one for me, and soon a plate of oysters was finished.

Zheng Zhen was a little unfinished, and Li Zhenyu said with a smile: "Don't eat too much of a good thing at one time, otherwise, you will lose interest in it."

"Just like when you are a person and do things, only by leaving a thin line can you resolve conflicts."

Zhen Zhen asked thoughtfully. : "What if it's something serious?"

Li Zhenyu raised his eyebrows, "If you want to do it, then you must do it cleanly and completely stop thinking about it."

Poof,

his chest felt cold, followed by a feeling of powerlessness.

Lin Dongping turned his head towards the co-pilot and looked in disbelief at the left ear where the dagger was thrust into his chest.

At this time, he no longer had the strength to speak.

The dagger on his chest took away all his strength, but Zuo Er still saw doubt in his eyes.

"Don't blame me. If you want to blame me, blame you for choosing the wrong path."

After hearing his final explanation, Dongping understood everything.

It turns out that he was a clown from beginning to end.

Seeing his arms slipping down, I put my fingers under the bridge of his nose with my left ear and waited for 30 seconds.

After suffering such a serious injury, if I could still hold my breath for 30 seconds.

If you encounter this kind of superman, he will be the one who dies.

After making sure there was no reaction, he pulled out the dagger and quickly cleaned the marks on the seat.

Close the door and leave the underground garage leisurely.

It wasn't until two days later that someone accidentally spotted Lin Dongping parking his car at a remote corner.

Walking out of the underground garage, he looked around with his left ear to make sure no one was following him.

Across the road, I entered a fried New Year pastry shop.

Then, he walked straight to the alley outside the back door and soon disappeared into the intricate old streets.

When he appeared again, he was already on another main road.

Pushing open the glass door of the tofu shop next door, Cui Wanzhi, who was drinking tofu soup, raised his head and smiled: "President Zhang, why does it take so long?"

"Brother."

After sitting down and nodding in greetings, Cui Wanzhi waved his hand and said impatiently: "How many times have I told you not to do this when we are outside? We are just like friends. Relax, ah!"

"Inside." Zhang He answered cheerfully, but he didn't feel that way in his heart. think.

The last person he regarded as a relative, he had just sent him to the underworld with his own hands.

I don't know whether the Yin Cao messenger will take him to the top or the bottom.

It should be down there. People like them will definitely go to hell after death.

"Are you hungry, aunt, please have another one."

After doing this, Cui Wanzhi looked at him, waiting for an answer.

"Solved, the things are here."

Handing him the mobile phone and a USB flash drive, Cui Wanzhi nodded and put the things away.

Inside are Lin Dongping's private records, and the USB flash drive was obtained by him from Sanxin's people.

We have to wait until he gets back to see what's inside.

"The meal is here."

The aunt brought the tofu soup and rice set. Cui Wanzhi took out his wallet and put down a 50,000 yuan note.

He stood up and patted Zhang He on the shoulder, "Eat more, it tastes very good."

"Thank you, brother, please walk slowly."

When the door closed behind him, Zhang He dared to relax.

This time, he saw the beast side of Cui Manzhi.

Assistants like Dong Ping will be killed as soon as they are told, and they are so arrogant that they do not need him to dispose of the body.

Two days later, when Zhang He accidentally saw a piece of news, he realized that the identity of the other party was no longer the same as before.

"Today, a male body was found in a car in an underground garage of a certain community."

"According to the investigation department, Zhang Moumou was a senior manager of a company. He fell into loan sharking due to gambling. In the end, he could not bear the pain and chose to commit suicide in the car... ..."

Looking at the familiar black Hyundai TV in the news, Zhang He turned and left expressionlessly.

This is fine, as he doesn't have to bear the reputation of a traitor and can preserve his last bit of dignity.

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