Chapter 29

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Standing at the hotel entrance, before getting out of the car, Jifeng looked at the driver and said, "Are you a qualified driver?"

The middle-aged man in his forties nodded slightly, maintaining a calm expression, and replied, "Of course, keeping guests' secrets is the most basic quality. Mr. Ji, do you have any instructions?"

Jifeng smiled and said, "Very good. Take me to Xiao Xian's company tomorrow morning. I want to meet their spokesperson."

The man agreed, "Sure, Mr. Ji. I'll wait for you downstairs at 9 a.m. tomorrow. Have a good night."

Jifeng saw the doorman almost reaching the car, so he waved his hand and placed a stack of green Franklin bills on the front console, smiling, "I'm very satisfied with your service. I wish you a good night as well."

The driver's eyes widened in surprise at Jifeng's generosity, hurriedly thanked him, and sent another blessing. After seeing Jifeng get out of the car, he collected the money and drove into the parking lot.

The next morning, after feeding the two little ones, Jifeng came out of the Shenlong space and sent a text to Xu Xian, telling her he would visit her company that morning.

After washing up and picking up his phone to head downstairs, Jifeng saw Xu Xian's reply: "Thank you on behalf of the members' sisters. Be careful, the security at the company is very tough." It ended with a big laughing face.

Jifeng smiled. No matter how tough the security, could they be tougher than him? If they didn't attack, it would be fine, but if they did, he would make sure they would never forget it.

It was still the same driver from yesterday, who was waiting by the car early in the morning. The Mercedes-Benz was polished to a mirror-like shine.

Seeing Jifeng come out, he quickly opened the car door for him. After Jifeng was seated, he closed the door and ran to the driver's seat. A moment later, the car slowly left the hotel.

Today, it was still just the two of them. Jifeng was going to cause trouble, and he knew they wouldn't agree easily. So he decided to go alone, as bringing a translator would be inconvenient. He assumed those guys spoke English as well as he did, so basic communication wouldn't be a problem.

"Mr. Ji, I've arranged a meeting with S.M's CEO, Kim Young-min, and the artist director, Lee Soo-man. They are the ones who make the decisions in the company. I'm sorry, but I told them you wanted to discuss a major endorsement contract," the driver explained while driving.

Jifeng smiled indifferently, "No problem, as long as they show up. The excuse doesn't matter."

The Mercedes slowly stopped in front of S.M's company. Jifeng, holding a briefcase, got out of the car and headed straight to the reception desk.

Suddenly, Lee Soon-kyu, who was taking a break from practicing upstairs, called out, "Look, isn't that Mr. Jifeng?"

A few others quickly gathered by the window, seeing the Mercedes parked downstairs and Jifeng, who had just left the car with a briefcase in hand, entering the company.

Kwon Yu-ri said in surprise, "This is the first time I've seen him with something. He usually comes empty-handed. Is he here to see you, Maknae? Come on, are you hiding something from us?"

Xu Xian's eyes flickered, "No, he just said he would come to the company this morning to see the president. I don't know what it's about."

The others clearly didn't believe her and started laughing and interrogating her. Sica said, "Why don't we go and see for ourselves?"

Hearing this, they all rushed out of the training room. Xu Xian shook her head helplessly and followed them.

"Hello, I have an appointment with President Kim. I'm JACK. Where can I meet him?" Jifeng smiled and spoke in English to the receptionist.

"Hello, Mr. JACK. The president has been informed. Please follow me," one of the receptionists said, bowing to Jifeng and leading him to the elevator.

The elevator went directly to the president's floor. It stopped briefly, and Jifeng saw a few members of Girls' Generation pretending to run into him, greeting him with smiles. Jifeng chuckled, "Hello, beautiful ladies. See you later. I'm going to meet President Kim first."

Today, Jifeng was dressed in a formal suit, completely transformed into a business elite. Xu Xian, who had never seen Jifeng dressed like this before, was pleasantly surprised. Jifeng in a suit was really handsome, a completely different style from the Korean pretty boys.

In Korea, almost all year round, even in the hottest summer, office workers wear formal suits, as if they wouldn't be considered elites without them. Jifeng found this ridiculous. It was stiflingly hot outside, and they still insisted on dressing so formally. Wasn't it tiring?

After greeting the girls, the elevator continued upward and stopped again. A secretary in a business suit and light makeup was waiting outside, bowing to Jifeng, "Welcome, Mr. JACK. Please follow me."

Jifeng followed the secretary to a meeting room. After pouring him a cup of coffee, she said, "Please wait a moment," and left.

Jifeng glanced at his watch and saw that it was still ten minutes before the scheduled time, so he wasn't in a hurry. Koreans might not be good at many things, but they were generally punctual, especially when dealing with potential clients, even if he was a fake one.

Sure enough, five minutes later, a man in his forties and a man in his fifties with glasses walked in, followed by the secretary and two other men in their thirties.

Jifeng stood up, shook hands with both men with a smile, and after some pleasantries, they all sat down. Kim Young-min said, "Mr. JACK, I don't know what your company does, which artists you're looking to endorse, and where you plan to promote them."

Jifeng didn't want to beat around the bush. He was here to make them bleed, and they wouldn't agree easily. Fortunately, he was well-prepared. Last night, he only needed Partner to introduce him to a local private detective agency, and within three hours, he had the information he needed.

With a couple of clicks, he opened the briefcase, took out two file folders, and threw them in front of the two men, saying, "Please take a look."

The two men opened the folders curiously and glanced at the contents. Lee Soo-man immediately stood up with a dark face, his eyes flashing with anger, and glared at Jifeng, "What do you mean? Do you know where you are? This is the Republic of Korea, not a place where you can act recklessly. I even doubt if you are Swiss."

Kim Young-min's face was also not pleasant, his eyes filled with anger and a hint of fear.

Anyone who saw the current addresses, photos, and even phone numbers and social relationships of all their family members would know that the person who provided this information had no good intentions. Not to mention the illegal activities recorded in the files, some of which they had forgotten, but were clearly documented. The files also contained evidence of S.M's illegal competitive practices and their connections with the mafia. This was enough to terrify them.

Facing the two furious men, Jifeng still smiled, "It's just a small matter. If you agree, these files will never leave my hands. Of course, if you think they should be on President Park Geun-hye's desk, I can bring them to her tomorrow. Or if you want them to fall into the hands of mercenaries, I can make that happen too."

Jifeng's words shocked the two men, making them realize his identity and his ruthless methods.

Kim Young-min waved the other three out and closed the meeting room door before frowning, "Who are you? What's your purpose?"

Since Jifeng had come alone, he must be confident that he wouldn't be detained. Even if he used his power, the other party would likely find a way to escape. But if things escalated, it would be impossible to resolve without a greater cost. So it was better to hear his conditions first.

Jifeng gently turned his coffee cup and smiled, "It's not difficult for you. I want the Girls' Generation contract."

Lee Soo-man roared, "Impossible! Do you know what Girls' Generation means to S.M? We can't transfer them." Jifeng's words almost drove Lee Soo-man mad. He had invested so much in the group, and though they had long recouped their costs, they were a cash cow. Who would willingly give up a cash cow?

Kim Young-min's frown deepened as he pondered Jifeng's relationship with the Girls' Generation. Was it one of the members who approached him, or was it an outsider who saw their earning potential and wanted to poach them? He recalled that Xu Xian had been seen with a foreigner recently. Could it be the man in front of him?

Jifeng laughed, "Mr. Lee, please understand, I'm not here to negotiate. I never said I wanted to poach Girls' Generation. They will still be your artists, but I have some minor issues with their contract. Of course, you can refuse to change it, but as I said, you'll have to think about the consequences."

Hearing that Jifeng was only dissatisfied with the contract, Kim Young-min's heart eased a bit. As long as they weren't being poached, it meant it wasn't a rival company's doing.

Lee Soo-man, however, was still unhappy, "Mr. JACK, how we sign contracts with our artists is our business. You have no right to interfere, especially since you're not from the Republic of Korea. Their contracts are legally binding and protected. Even if you take this to the prosecutor, it won't help. It seems you're not familiar with our laws."

Jifeng looked at the still angry but somewhat smug Lee Soo-man and shook his head, "It seems Mr. Lee is very confident. That's good, but sometimes it's foolish. You might not believe me if I just say it, so let me show you something."