Chapter 88

Those who mix in the streets are accustomed to a nightlife, staying up until the early hours of the morning and only getting up in the afternoon the next day.

Today, however, Jin Bingzhong woke up early, pulled back the curtains, and watched the sun slowly rise on the horizon. Jin Bingzhong felt completely at ease and thought everything was so beautiful. Unfortunately, he had read few books and didn't know what to say to express his feelings.

Turning around, he went out, washed up, and felt a bit hungry. He casually took a bottle of soju and brought out the leftovers from the fridge from the previous day. While eating his unique breakfast, he turned on the TV.

For news, Koreans still prefer to watch KBS1, and Jin Bingzhong was no different. When he turned on the TV, it just so happened to be broadcasting news about the Li Zhengxi incident. The beautiful female anchor, with a clear and calm voice, said, "There has been no progress in the case of Dr. Li Zhengxi being attacked by thugs. The mastermind behind the eight thugs, Wu Jingye, has already fled..."

Seeing this news, Jin Bingzhong felt even better. He had seen such things many times before. If the police didn't catch the perpetrators at the time, the matter would eventually be forgotten, and no one would remember it.

Therefore, he raised his glass to the beautiful anchor on the screen and drank with a grin. After a while, he switched the channel to B.

This channel was also broadcasting news, but not about Li Zhengxi. Instead, it was about other current events. Jin Bingzhong wasn't a complete brute; otherwise, he wouldn't be a leader. However, after watching too much of this kind of news, he also felt impatient.

So, after watching for a while, he was about to turn off the TV and go out for a walk. But at that moment, the anchor's voice quickly caught his attention, "The attack on Dr. Li Zhengxi in Gangwon Province yesterday shocked everyone. Everyone is guessing the reason behind it. Now, let's see what information B's reporter has gathered."

On the TV, the scene switched to a corner of the street. A few people, with their faces turned away or backs to the camera, wearing hats, and speaking in a casual manner, were being interviewed. "I know Li Zhengxi, that guy. He used to hang out with us... Yeah, he often went to nightclubs with our boss, and he was quite the party animal. Don't let his serious appearance fool you; he goes wild when he plays, tsk tsk.

Getting attacked, it might be because he was too arrogant and offended some big shots in the streets. Think about it, a newcomer being too arrogant in front of the seniors, wouldn't he get taken down... Oh, it could also be because of jealousy over women. You know, his entertainment company signs only women, and among them, Ha Ji-won and Son Ye-jin have been involved with him for a long time..."

After watching this, Jin Bingzhong almost burst into song. This was simply a way to ruin Li Zhengxi completely. The method was more sophisticated than his, and he even wanted to learn from the other party.

While he was almost ecstatic, the representative of Wellde and the representative of Fnnypln were also watching their handiwork. However, they weren't just watching TV; they were also reading reports in the *Chosun Ilbo* and the *JoongAng Ilbo*.

The content was basically the same, stating that although Li Zhengxi was talented, his personality was not as gentle and refined as it seemed. Instead, he was very arrogant and rude, and even had connections with people in the streets of Seoul.

Of course, it also mentioned the triangular relationship with Ha Ji-won and Son Ye-jin, which was intended to ruin their reputations as well.

And this was just the first wave. Soon, the media reporters they had found would interview Li Zhengxi, Ha Ji-won, and Son Ye-jin. What the three of them said wasn't important; they would quickly release all kinds of false information to put Li Zhengxi and the others in a difficult situation.

It was a perfect plan. They were all people with powerful backing, whether in the black or white world, and they could get things done. So, even though Li Zhengxi's family was relatively wealthy, they were confident they could destroy him.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly, so the representatives of Wellde and Fnnypln called each other and agreed to have lunch together. Both of them were thinking about how to divide the spoils of Empire Entertainment.

Although it was a small company, it had considerable assets, several billion won!

However, what they didn't know was that at the U.S. Embassy, the newly arrived First Secretary Philip had also seen these reports. His first thought was that the Koreans were trying to deceive them, trying to ruin Li Zhengxi's image and then use this as an excuse to evade responsibility.

This was intolerable. Although they often did such things, who would dare to use such despicable means against the United States? That would be asking for trouble. However, Philip, being a First Secretary, was still calm despite his anger. He quickly realized that if the other party still dared to deceive him after he took action, there must be a powerful figure behind them.

So, he immediately found James and reported the situation to him.

But after listening, James only sneered and looked at him with dissatisfaction, "You say there's a powerful figure behind them, but have you thought about it? If there really was a powerful figure, they wouldn't dare to act so recklessly without first probing the situation."

Finally, he said with a haughty tone, "Besides, even if there is a powerful figure, so what?" He poked Philip's chest and said in a domineering manner, "You represent the United States, the most powerful country in the world. You are the biggest figure in Korea, understand?"

Philip felt ashamed and lowered his head, "Understood, boss. I apologize for disturbing you..."

James nodded in satisfaction, and Philip, filled with anger from his shame, called the Korean Ministry of Foreign Affairs again. This time, he wasn't pretending; he was genuinely angry.

He was not only angry at his own lack of foresight but also at those who dared to oppose them at this time, "I don't care what the hell is going on. I give you one day to resolve everything. Otherwise, I will personally lead a team to deal with that damn mastermind and all of you shameless people..."

This time, the person on the other end was not the assistant minister Kim Yong-hwan but the deputy minister in charge of the Americas, Wu Longbiao. He felt bewildered and even more angry. A mere First Secretary had the nerve to treat him like a grandson, which was too much of an insult.

However, Wu Longbiao, the old fox, was not a young hothead. Despite his anger, his mind was clear. After Philip finished, he carefully said, "Mr. Philip, we have already informed the relevant departments as you requested, and the matter is being handled..."

Unfortunately, Philip on the other end was still angry and didn't show any courtesy, "What the hell are you handling? This is how you handle it!"

Wu Longbiao finally understood and asked, "Mr. Philip, may I ask if something else has happened?"

"You have the nerve to ask me," Philip cursed and hung up the phone, making Wu Longbiao's face turn pale with anger.

However, despite his anger, he quickly found out the details of the matter and finally understood why Philip was so angry.

The mastermind, Wu Jingye, had fled, and early this morning, the rumors had started. This series of events clearly meant that they were not following the instructions and were even trying to ruin their people.

This was too much of an insult. Even Wu Longbiao himself couldn't tolerate it, let alone the big shots at the U.S. Embassy.

So, he was also angry. His anger stemmed from being treated like a grandson by a First Secretary, but more so from feeling that his position as a deputy minister was being disrespected. He had been so polite and had analyzed the situation in detail, but the people below him were still playing games with him.

Therefore, this time, he didn't suppress the matter but directly reported it to the Secretary of the State Council and the President's Office. As for who would live or die next, he would brew a pot of good tea and sit in the front courtyard to watch the show...

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