Chapter 4 Is Everything Over? ! (I)

Located in Itaewon, BOne is a LoungeClub. To put it simply, a Lounge is a place to be quiet in a bustling city.

After paying an entrance fee of 20,000 won, Kim Dae-jung entered the BOne store.

The BOne bar is divided into three parts, just like the Internet area in an Internet cafe.

Area A looks like a self-service area, with many small wine tables.

Area B provides a large oval bar for in-depth communication between strangers of the opposite sex.

Area C is more suitable for people who like comfort, and you can lean on the leather tea seat.

Further in is the nightclub part. Like ice and fire, the bar on the outside tends to be casual music, while the nightclub on the inside is a place for young men and women to forget their fatigue and indulge in happiness.

[It seems that there are a lot more foreigners here. The decoration of the store, including mythological sculptures, retro stone walls, bar counters and other decorations, all tend to be Western aesthetics. 】

Kim Dae-jung exchanged his bracelet for the first free drink and found a booth near the disco center in Area C.

The lights in the store and the stimulation of alcohol made these men and women who might have been flamboyant or well-behaved throw off their restraints, shake their heads and vent their inner restlessness.

In Block B, less than ten meters away from Kim Dae-jung, two female office workers who had just changed into cool clothes were discussing their crazy plans for tonight.

"Yumi, what are you looking at? Why do you look absent-minded?"

"Yijing, look at that handsome guy sitting in Block C who took off his coat. Is he the one we met in the store just now?"

Park Yijing looked in the direction that Jung Yumi pointed, and saw a handsome long-legged Oppa drinking alone.

"It seems so, but it also seems not. The light in the bar is dim, and it's a little hard to see."

"What's wrong, Yoomi. You like this oppa, but be realistic, we've all graduated. Be sober, being handsome can't be used to make a living."

Jung Yoomi ignored her friend's advice and said with a smile: "I'll go touch up my makeup, it's a little smudged."

"Okay, go and come back soon. I'll wait for you here."

Jung Yoomi walked straight to the bathroom, not forgetting to look back. She ignored Park Yijing who waved at her and looked straight at Building C.

"Being handsome can't be used to make a living, but when this person has more than 10 billion in his account, that's another matter. I can't let go of this blue chip stock, it seems that I, Jung Yoomi, will have a turn of events this year."

"My best weapon is youth and beauty."

In the bathroom, looking at the face in the mirror that was in her prime, Jung Yoomi applied lip gloss evenly, and finally sprayed perfume twice in front of her face to absorb it head-on.

She let her hair down for a while, then braided it behind her head, looking at it from different angles, hesitant...

The brand new Jung Yoo-mi walked with the wind, she rejected other men who tried to approach her, walked to Park Yi-kyung's side and said: "Yi-kyung, I'm going over, have fun tonight!"

Picked up her wine glass, and under the stunned eyes of her friends, Jung Yoo-mi walked towards Block C.

"Oppa, is anyone here?"

Looking at this woman with a wicked mass on her chest, Kim Dae-jung shook his head gently, and the latter sat down.

Park Yi-kyung in Block B saw that her friend didn't listen to her and still bumped into her, and couldn't help shaking her head.

"Oppa, is this your first time here?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Kim Dae-jung looked at this beautiful woman with her long flaxen gray hair braided behind her head, her pair of blurred peach blossom eyes were so fascinating that he unconsciously felt a little restrained.

"I wonder what Oppa did before?"

[What did you do? At this time, I definitely can't tell the truth and say that I dropped out of college in my junior year and have been unemployed for two years. 】

"I dropped out of Sungkyunkwan in my junior year, and now I'm starting a business."

Kim Dae-jung's hands kept intertwining under the table, while observing the woman's expression. Once she showed any fluctuations, he was ready to change seats.

"Starting a business? Oppa, you are really courageous. I, Jung Yoo-mi, just dared to graduate obediently and enter the company as a social animal."

Seeing that this woman did not look down on him because he dropped out of college, Kim Dae-jung couldn't help but mention a little bit of goodwill towards her.

In fact, hearing this, Jung Yoo-mi didn't want to discuss it anymore, but based on her observation of this man, she thought it would be better to communicate a few more words.

So she continued to ask: "Oppa, what do you do specifically? Can you take me with you?"

[It's a household registration survey, what should I do? 】

Kim Dae-jung looked at the bustling figures in the dance floor and came up with a plan.

"Live broadcast. Yes, I do live broadcast."

"Live broadcast, Oppa, are you a broadcaster? What's your name? Let me search."

Seeing Jung Yoo Mi take out her phone, Kim Dae Jung smiled and said, "My name is... Kim Dae Jung, but I'm not a broadcaster, I'm a broadcaster promoter."

"Huh?"

Looking at Jung Yoo Mi's playful look, Kim Dae Jung boasted, "Every year, many trainees enter major brokerage companies, but less than one in ten succeed in debuting. Think about it, these trainees who are good at singing and dancing are finally eliminated. Isn't it a pity?"

"But, Dae Jung, isn't it also difficult to succeed as a broadcaster?"

Jung Yoo Mi, whose appearance can be called a face-praise, has thought about joining the live broadcast.

Unfortunately, she didn't dare to waste the opportunity of just graduating and break into an industry she didn't understand at all. This is tantamount to gambling for her.

Listening to Kim Dae-jung's introduction to live streaming, she actually became interested in talking.

"No, No. The Republic of Korea has only a small population and market. What I want to do is to promote live streamers to China."

"China's cultural consumption market is huge. If I can build a platform to send our handsome men and beautiful women to China's live streaming industry, it will definitely help promote the development of Korean Wave in China."

Under Kim Dae-jung's unreliable pie, it seems that there is really a smooth road to Korean underground artists.

Even Kim Dae-jung seems to think that "his career" is very promising. He does not pursue the so-called local status, but only for money.

Maybe because of his outstanding contribution to the promotion of Korean Wave, he can also be commended by the Prime Minister.

Until a voice of "protein" in his mind stopped him from continuing to fantasize and pulled him back to reality.

[Yes, the Republic of Korea has less than a month to live, and it is still spreading Korean Wave! Everything is over! ]

But Jung Yoomi didn't know Kim Dae-jung's true thoughts. She just thought that Kim Dae-jung was rich and handsome.

More importantly, Kim Dae-jung is full of ideas, maybe he can really make a career.

In Jung Yoo-mi's eyes, Kim Dae-jung is now a unicorn that is about to issue an IPO, with "bling, bling" all over his body, shining brightly, making people happy.

"Brother Dae-jung, I believe you will succeed." Jung Yoo-mi held Kim Dae-jung's hand and encouraged him.

"Thank you, Yoo-mi xi."

[Success is a hammer! Being able to live well is the greatest success! ]

After the two drank the remaining wine in the glass, Kim Dae-jung came to the edge of the disco with Jung Yoo-mi.

[Not bad, it's not a waste to come to the peninsula, at least I got a 98-point ambiguous object. ]

Jung Yoo-mi put Kim Dae-jung's hands on his waist and danced with Kim Dae-jung.

Through the light pink dress, Kim Dae-jung felt the soft breath, and he shook gently.

Kim Dae-jung's mechanical dance steps made Jung Yoo-mi laugh frequently. The two danced closely together. Anyone who saw them would think they were a couple in love.

Compared with Kim Dae-jung and Jung Yoo-mi, there were many young men and women on the scene who were like taking drugs, swinging their bodies wildly, relaxing and venting freely.

Hair color, skin color, language, all differences disappeared temporarily at this moment. As long as you twist your body, you can blend into the whole group.

Under the intense sound, no matter whether you scold your ex-boyfriend or your boss, no matter how loud you shout, no one will blame you. Everyone is immersed in this feast.