Jin Zhongki immediately raised his eyebrows, looked down at his watch with an unhappy expression, and said, "It's only been more than five minutes. If it weren't for the traffic jam, I would have come here long ago, and I had already booked in the morning. Can't you respect and tolerate the guests more?"

He could have pressed it on time, but the traffic jam was suddenly stuck on the road and it was delayed for a few minutes, otherwise he would not have been late.

The waitress smiled bitterly and said helplessly: "We called you three times and couldn't contact you, so she thought you didn't come after you had something to do, so she acted according to the regulations. Please forgive me."

Kim Jong-ki immediately took out his phone and looked at it, and found that there were indeed three missed calls. It was just a little noisy on the road. His phone turned on silent mode again. It was normal that he didn't get it.

Putting the phone back, Kim Jong-ki took a deep breath and pressed her bored mood back, then squeezed out a smile and said, "This is it, you take me to the No. 9 box and I will meet that guest. I believe he will agree to give the box to me."

"This violates the rules, sir, we cannot do this." The waitress showed a embarrassed look.

"Then forget it, I can go find them myself." Kim Jong-ki was too lazy to say anything to these waiters, so he turned around and walked towards the private room.

He didn't want to change hotels temporarily when he took a girl out for a date for the first time today. That would make him feel like he was untrustworthy, which made him seem to be incompetent and he was embarrassed.

After walking quickly over to find the No. 9 box, Kim Jong-ki knocked on the door, took off his sunglasses and prepared to go in and talk to the other party in his true form.

Anyway, with his influence in Asia, he naturally doesn’t worry that the people in the box don’t know him.

It would be a matter of minutes to just say a few words to them and take a photo and sign the box?

Soon, the door of the box was opened from the inside. A woman opened the door. Her appearance made Kim Jong-ki slightly amazed, and then made him even more excited.

Women? That's even better. How many women in this world can resist their charm?

He gave his female companion a look and signaled her to wait for him, and then looked at Xu Shuxin who was opening the door and smiled: "Hello, beautiful lady, don't you mind if I take the liberty to bother you?"

"I don't mind, if I read it correctly, you are Mr. Jin Zhong Fund?" Xu Shuxin chuckled and shook her head, then opened the door of the box and let the other party walk in and speak, which seemed more polite.

Kim Jong-ki is also a person in the entertainment industry and is also a big star from South Korea. Xu Shuxin naturally recognizes the other party and knows that the other party has much more influence in the entertainment industry than him.

But she recognized Kim Jong-ki, but Kim Jong-ki couldn't recognize her, the four little actresses, which made her a little puzzled.

Jin Zhongji was not surprised at all when he heard the other party calling his name. He walked into the box and said with a smile: "Yes, I suddenly came over to disturb the lady today because I hope the lady can do me a favor."

"What?" Xu Shuxin blinked, a little curious.

Jin Zhongji pointed to the private room and smiled, "That's right. I agreed on this private room at the beginning, but it took two minutes to get stuck on the road. The waiter gave me my private room. If it's convenient, can I use the private room? As a price, I can take a photo with you, the lady, etc. What do you think?"

Xu Shuxin was stunned at once, then turned her head to look at Song Baojun sitting on the table tasting wine, and was about to refuse.

If it were normal times, she would naturally not refuse such a thing as selling Jin Zhongji in love. Maybe she would be able to help her in the future.

But the one who dated her today was Song Baojun. She gave her a hundred courages and didn't dare to make Song Baojun feel uncomfortable for a stranger, so she must refuse.

But before she could speak, Song Baojun, who was sitting on the table, suddenly put down his wine glass and walked towards the two of them.

"Mr. Jun, Mr. Jin said he hopes we will give him the box. Look?" Xu Shuxin didn't dare to take action when she saw Song Baojun coming over, so she quickly asked.

"He? He is a thing, and he dares to ask me to give him the private room?" Song Baojun walked over and looked arrogant and looked at Jin Zhongji carelessly, "Why are you so shameless, Jin Datou? If you ask the private room to give it to you, wouldn't I be embarrassed?"

Jin Zhongji hadn't noticed that the man in the room was Song Baojun. When he heard this familiar and hateful scolding, his face immediately sank. He looked at Song Baojun with gritted teeth and said, "Why is it you again? It's so lingering."

He hated Song Baojun to the core. The hatred between the two was very simple, because Song Baojun snatched Lin Zhenxian's heart from him, which was enough for him to kill Song Baojun hundreds of times in his heart.

Celebrities always grow old, and even the most famous stars will be forgotten over time. So why do so many female celebrities choose to marry into wealthy families? Don’t you just hope that they can live a good life even if they quit the entertainment industry in the future?

He is no exception. If he can marry Lin Zhenxian, it doesn’t matter even if he gets married into the Lin family. In that case, he will be a member of the wealthy family in the future. Who dares to bully him in South Korea?

However, Song Baojun's appearance completely disrupted his plan and made him completely ruin his efforts.

"Jin Datou, you still have the word "silence"? It seems that you are a little bit of culture. I thought you could only rely on one face to make a living." Song Baojun pretended to be surprised, but his tone made the person sting his tone to death.

When Xu Shuxin heard the two people’s argument, she smiled bitterly and could only help to close the door silently so that the quarrel here would not be heard.

Kim Jong-ki was so angry that he laughed, pointing at Song Baojun and said, "I am the top university in Korea. Can your Chinese universities be compared with our Korean universities? You are so embarrassed to mention culture with me? It's shameless."

The university he attended was the most famous Seoul University in South Korea. It ranked tenth in Asia last year and was the top institution in Asia.

"Is that so? Then you really should study more. Last year, my country's Huaqing and Nanjing University ranked fifth and ninth in Asia respectively, and your Seoul University was only tenth." Song Baojun said in a calm tone.

Jin Zhongji was speechless, and he didn't pay much attention to the rankings. After a few seconds, he glared at Song Baojun and said, "So what? I'm better than you, tea. You are not qualified to compete with me, and your quality is dirty. You really don't deserve to be a man."

"I'm not worthy of being a man? You can look in the mirror first. If you keep your long hair and wear women's clothing, you can be a lady. Are you embarrassed to talk to others sarcastically?" Song Baojun sneered and the counterattack became more and more fierce.

Korean male stars all take the feminine route. Nowadays, young and handsome guys are rampant in China, which is mainly influenced by the Korean entertainment industry. Most women think that feminine men are the most handsome.

Song Baojun has always sneered at this. What's the use of a man who is not masculine and is as feminine as a woman?

If the country goes to war one day, would you expect those sissies to go on the battlefield to kill the enemy?

Jin Zhongji was defeated again and again, knowing that he could not scold Song Baojun. He secretly hated him in his heart. Then he took out his cell phone and took two steps back, started taking pictures at Song Baojun and Xu Shuxin, and said with a sneer: "I want to take pictures of you, the man and woman, and then send them to Miss Lin to show you, so that Miss Lin knows what kind of person you, Song Baojun, are."

Since he couldn't scold Song Baojun, he might as well use other means to deal with this kid.

Aren't you sharp-tongued? I won't argue with you, take a photo of you having a try with other women and send it to Miss Lin. Will Miss Lin pay attention to him after getting it? In this way, I will have another chance?

Thinking of this, Kim Jong-ki became a little happy. Is this a blessing in disguise?

Song Baojun raised his eyebrows, rushed over and snatched Jin Zhongji's cell phone from his hand, threw it on the ground and slashed it hard.

"Click."

The latest Apple phone made a wail, and countless cracks appeared on the screen.

Jin Zhongji showed an incredible look, then rushed over and pushed Song Baojun away and cursed: "You mad dog, how dare you throw my phone?"

"Drop your phone?" Song Baojun smiled gloomy and reached out to grab Jin Zhongji's collar and pulled it down. Jin Zhongji was pulled forward by Song Baojun. At the same time, Song Baojun pushed his knee hard and hit Jin Zhongji's stomach directly.

The belly is one of the most fragile parts of the human body. Jin Zhongji was pushed hard by Song Baojun with his knees, and almost vomited out the sour water in his stomach. He covered his stomach and lay on the ground and took a breath of cold air. His eyes looked at Song Baojun with a bit of murderous intent.

But he is really not a match for Song Baojun. He has never been able to fight since he was a child. If he could beat Song Baojun, he would have jumped up and broken the boy's legs.

"I not only want to throw your phone, but also hit you. Do you think I forgot about the last time you sent someone to hit me?" Song Baojun smiled gloomyly and kicked Jin Zhongji lying on the ground.

Jin Zhongji suddenly cried out in a row, but he was unable to resist Song Baojun. He almost never exercised on weekdays, which was naturally a huge difference compared to Song Baojun, who is now training every day and has a violent personality sect fighting.

After Song Baojun kicked the boy for about ten feet, he felt that his anger subsided.

Seeing Kim Jong-ki lying on the ground and twitching in pain, he turned around and walked to the table, then took the bottle of red wine that had not been opened for a long time in his hand, walked over and smiled at Kim Jong-ki and said, "Don't you like taking pictures? Come on, I'll take a few close-ups for you."

"What do you want to do?" A trace of fear flashed across Jin Zhongji's pale face, and he shouted at Song Baojun.

"You guess." Song Baojun smiled and poured the red wine bottle down, and the precious red wine was poured directly on Jin Zhongji's face and body.

Jin Zhongji wanted to turn over and struggle to avoid it, but Song Baojun stepped on it with his feet. Soon a bottle of wine was poured out, and Jin Zhongji's body became wet and embarrassed.

After pouring the wine, Song Baojun threw the bottle, then turned on the camera with his mobile phone and started taking pictures. While taking pictures, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I use a beautiful picture embroidered beauty camera to ensure that the result is satisfactory."

Kim Jong-ki tried his best to cover his face with his hands and cursed: "You demon, you beast, what do you want? Believe it or not, I will call the police and ask the police to arrest you."

"It doesn't matter. If you catch it, you will only be detained for a few days. Looking back, I will post these ugly photos online. Will your fans feel deeply saddened when they see it?" Song Baojun put away his phone after taking it, and laughed happily.

Jin Zhongji suddenly became silent. Seeing Song Baojun let go, he slowly got up from the ground and looked at Song Baojun with a pale face.

"The door is there, get out of here. I won't be so polite if I provoke me in the future, do you know?" Song Baojun pointed at the door and asked Jin Zhongji to get out.
Chapter completed!