The Three Realms of Super Students

With the underground structure of Seoul, as the Golden Gate Group actively shrinks its territory of influence, all forces have begun to relax their vigilance.

But the real players in this game are still unspoken, because now it is just the tranquility before the storm, and soon there will be a stormy wave coming to face.

Along with this, the non-stop expansion iron hooves of the Wharf trampled on this piece of land in Seoul, and the pattern of the underground world gradually, and gradually opened.

"......."

The next day, at 8:35 am, the No. 1 meeting room of the KBS headquarters.

Zhao Yizhen is sitting on the top position, with one finger, and tapping on the table without a touch, it seems to be thinking about something in his heart.

At the same time, Zhang Xiaofan sitting at the end was also tangled in his heart.

After all, the last time I came to the KBS headquarters cafeteria, the Sanxian stuffed dumplings were cut off by the woman halfway.

Today, do you want to use one more meal coupon to buy one?

Ugh.......

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaofan felt suffocated.

Although he owns all the industries in the entire Wharf, but this boss is really not good.

For the time being, let ’s not talk about the various aspects of Wharf ’s daily expenses, but just say that in the last battle after the Golden Gate Group, the vast majority of the money I just earned was used to console those who were killed or injured in Wharf .

Looking at the calendar again, it seems that it is one day closer to the date of pay.

This is so special. I have to raise nearly 1,000 people at once, and it really makes me a little stretched.

Thinking of the many headaches in Wharf, Zhang Xiaofan has been frowning since he first came to K ** early in the morning.

However, Zhao Yizhen sitting in the first place was also worried.

Yesterday, because Li Zhien dumped her jacket on the stage of the Music Bank, she had to write a review book to her superior.

In addition, her attention fell unconsciously on Zhang Xiaofan, who was sitting at the end, noticing that he was still outside the world, sighing helplessly and secretly sighing.

"This new man is not saved, just take it away ..."

Originally, Zhao Yizhen wanted to type Zhang Xiaofan again, but after this meeting, Zhang Xiaofan will be formally kicked from the music bank to the production team Luo Junmo PD of the Variety Bureau for two days and one night.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yizhen was too lazy to care about Zhang Xiaofan, and let him die by himself.

"Okay, this morning's meeting will end here, break up!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Yizhen rubbed his temples and stood up to leave, but the glass door of the meeting room was pushed away from the outside.

Seeing that, yesterday that room manager Jin walked in quickly again, said.

"I prepared breakfast for everyone, just in the dining car outside the door, you can directly take it yourself."

Mr. Jin first greeted everyone in the meeting room, and then put a separately prepared breakfast in front of Zhao Yizhen. He smiled and said, "Zhao PD (producer), good morning."

Looking at the room manager Jin who appeared in front of him again, Zhao Yizhen rubbed his temples, perfunctory, and said.

"Mr. Jin, are you here by yourself?"

"How about you President Gao? Why can't she come!"

After hearing that Zhao Yizhen mentioned Gao Yangmei, the smile on Chief Kim ’s face became more and more cramped, and he could only explain it awkwardly, “Then, President Gao is still on a business trip abroad and has not returned.”

"Tell me, in which country is she traveling?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yizhen also really came to mind.