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Chapter 656 - 530 2321

Chapter 656: 530 2321

The words are harsh, but they are not without truth.

The succession of female stars who have committed suicide over the years should indeed be revealing something.

The business suite suddenly fell silent.

Kim Joohyun’s heart was pounding as she nervously followed her company’s instructions to come to the hotel at night, feeling completely out of her element.

In Korea, even the president sometimes cannot control his own destiny, let alone the so-called stars.

Unlike in Shenzhou, in Korea, entertainers do not enjoy a lofty social status; they are merely tools for capital to make money, like puppets on strings, at the mercy of others, with no room for resistance.

Walking into this industry, Kim Joohyun of course knew what she would face, but this situation, this scene, it was her first time to experience, and she couldn’t help but feel uneasy and anxious.

The only solace was that the man in front of her whose identity was unknown was young. He was neither a white-haired old man nor a sleazy uncle with a big belly and a fat gut.

"Don’t just stand there, have a seat."

After a brief silence, Jiang Chen spoke with a smile.

His politeness and amiability eased some of Kim Joohyun’s tension.

She found a spot on the sofa and sat down.

Shi Qianxi, that woman, when did she become so "kind"?

This kind of "welcome" was indeed "flattering".

Seeing the Korean artist sitting upright and constantly running her fingers through her hair, Jiang Chen could only assume that this was arranged by Shi Qianxi.

Could it be that sitting in the position of acting CEO in Jinhae for so long had expanded her vision?

"Miss Kim Joohyun, I’ve seen your movie..."

Jiang Chen approached.

Having nothing better to do and the company of a beautiful woman seemed not too bad, especially since she was hailed by many marketing accounts as the number one beauty of South Korea.

Seeing Jiang Chen approaching, Kim Joohyun immediately got up and moved slightly to the side, clearly still a bit nervous, but upon hearing Jiang Chen’s words, she paused, then said, "I haven’t made any movies, I’m a singer."

Jiang Chen was taken aback and felt a bit embarrassed.

"Pfft."

One had to admit, when it comes to training artists, Korea really had a unique talent. It’s unlike in China where one could easily become popular by accident. In Korea, to become famous is like crossing a single-log bridge by an army of thousands—it’s no easier than getting through a college entrance exam.

Due to the fierce competition, if one wants to get into the industry, they first need to sign a contract to become a trainee, then undergo years of professional training in various aspects, at the risk of being cut at any time if their results don’t meet the standards.

Years of hard work and time invested might end up with nothing.

Of course.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the selection system that is so harsh that it borders on cruelty that Korea’s entertainment industry has developed to such an extent—every star that appears in the public eye is a standout from the masses.

Kim Joohyun couldn’t help but cover her mouth and giggle coquettishly, a simple gesture that exuded an irresistible charm.

If it were a lecherous beast, by now, a scene of a starving tiger pouncing on its prey might have already unfolded.

Fortunately, Jiang Chen was, at the very least, a decent gentleman. He cleared his throat, sat back down on the sofa, and deliberately kept a respectful distance from her.

"I’m sorry, I remembered incorrectly, what I saw was Miss Kim Joohyun’s stage performance, which was quite good."

Kim Joohyun blinked, and Jiang Chen didn’t know if she had had plastic surgery, but at least there were no apparent traces, and even if she had, it looked far more normal than those internet celebrity faces.

Especially her eyes, large and curved, exuding charm, as if they could speak, the so-called "a look that can brighten the day," that must be it.

"Your Chinese is very good."

You’re not bad either.

Jiang Chen was just about to respond when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

"I’m originally from Shenzhou."

Kim Joohyun was startled, a trace of puzzlement flashing in her captivating eyes, "You’re from Shenzhou?"

Jiang Chen nodded, praising, "I didn’t expect Miss Kim Joohyun’s Chinese to be so good."

Kim Joohyun frowned.

"What’s the matter?"

Jiang Chen asked.

"... I"

Kim Joohyun was about to speak, but at that moment, the doorbell rang.

"Hello, room service."

Jiang Chen stood up to open the door.

Kim Joohyun’s words stopped abruptly.

"Miss Kim Joohyun, have you eaten?"

Jiang Chen asked politely.

Being in the entertainment industry himself, he wanted to learn more about Korea’s entertainment industry.

"I have eaten, thank you, ssi mida."

Watching the idol known as the ’homebody goddess’ rise and bow, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Looking at the artists in China and then looking at this.

He shook his head.

"Miss Kim Joohyun, there’s no need to be so polite, please have a seat, I’m going to eat something."

Kim Joohyun sat back down on the sofa, watching the man eat at the dining table, and bit her lip, feeling somewhat restless.

Something seemed off.

What her company told her,

was that today’s guest was supposed to be Korean.

So how did he suddenly turn out to be from Shenzhou?

She wanted to ask Jiang Chen, but she did not dare to speak, just as she was considering whether to call the company, her phone coincidentally rang.

It was a call from her agent.

"Pick it up, it’s okay."

Watching the new generation South Korean beauty looking towards him, Jiang Chen kindly took the initiative to speak.

Only then did Kim Joohyun answer the phone.

"What’s going on? Why haven’t you arrived?!"

The severe scolding came through the phone.

Confused, Kim Joohyun lowered her voice, "I am here, in the room."

"Here? Why did President Lee just call me, asking where you are, why you haven’t gone yet."

President Lee.

The company’s second-in-command.

For an artist like Kim Joohyun, he was an untouchable authority.

"Is the guest really a Korean?"

Kim Joohyun held the phone with both hands and tentatively asked.

"Why are you asking this?"

The agent’s tone was filled with incomprehension and too lazy to explain, "Where exactly are you? Tonight’s guest is very important, Kim Joohyun, you must not mess this up for me, or we’ll both be in big trouble."

Kim Joohyun once again looked cautiously at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen wasn’t eavesdropping, sitting there focused only on quietly eating.

"Could you tell me the room number again?"

"Ah, geez! Sheraton Hotel, room 2312, hurry up!"

Kim Joohyun slowly put down the phone as though she realized she had made a very serious mistake.

After hesitating for a while and seeing time trickle by, she gathered her courage to stand up, "Excuse me, what is this room’s number?"

Jiang Chen didn’t understand but still answered: "2321."

Kim Joohyun’s face changed immediately.

2312.

2321.

She really did mess up the numbers!

"Sorry, my bad!"

She immediately apologized and then hurried to leave.

Jiang Chen was bemused.

Kim Joohyun did not bother putting her mask back on, and in white high heels, she quickly walked to the door, and just as she was about to pull it open, a knock came unexpectedly.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

The person outside did not ring the doorbell but knocked directly on the door.

Kim Joohyun’s hand resting on the doorknob unconsciously stopped.

Jiang Chen, still unaware of what was happening, stood up and walked over.

Kim Joohyun, seeing this, could only step back two steps to make way.

Jiang Chen opened the door.

Before he could see clearly, a dark figure pounced over.

"I’ve missed you so much."

Shi Qianxi, who hadn’t been seen for a long time, was as straightforward and bold as ever, hugging Jiang Chen’s waist with her head resting on his chest, and murmured softly.

Her delicate body was warm.

Unconsciously.

He had become so familiar with the scent of this lady.

The embrace instantly made the distance of many days seem like nothing, and Jiang Chen raised his hand, coughed lightly, and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Someone is here."

Someone is here?

Shi Qianxi, with her hair up, lifted her head out of his embrace and stood up straight, looking confusedly into the room.

Very quickly.

A pitiable yet bewildered beautiful face came into view.

Shi Qianxi immediately furrowed her brows, the tender waters of her demeanor vanishing in an instant, replaced by an icy chill.

"Hello."

Kim Joohyun greeted Shi Qianxi.

These Korean artists really were very polite.

"Who is she?"

Ignoring the greetings, Shi Qianxi turned into a different person, staring at Jiang Chen, her eyes flashing with electricity.

"Kim Jooh..."

Jiang Chen started to explain but suddenly stopped.

Wait.

Something seemed off.