Peninsula: Superpowered Daily Life

Chapter 24 Relatives

"Ding~ Mission complete. Please claim your reward."

The system notification sounded at just the right time.

It really was her. When the two met earlier, they didn't receive a system notification, and Zhou Wenzhe thought he had made a mistake again.

Just as he was about to check how close the two were, he suddenly realized someone was taking pictures of him. He turned his head and, with his super-long-range sensory abilities, he discovered that the person taking the pictures was a fan sitting in the coffee shop across the street, holding a camera with a telephoto lens pointed in his direction.

Well then, I'm sorry, it seems this person is going to lose money.

With a 'crack', the telephoto lens shattered instantly, and the camera's memory card was burned, emitting a strong, pungent smell.

"ah."

The fans were so shocked that they quickly threw their cameras on the table. They stood there dumbfounded, heartbroken, staring at the unbelievable scene before them.

"Jisoo-xi, it's not convenient to talk here." Zhou Wenzhe pointed to the other side of the street to indicate.

Kim Jisoo immediately understood. She had forgotten this point because she was too excited. Although there are many suitable reasons and excuses for being seen alone with a boy at the company entrance, it is best to avoid it if possible.

"Come with me."

Kim Jisoo had been with YG Entertainment for seven or eight years and was very familiar with the place. She led Zhou Wenzhe to a secluded corner where outsiders couldn't enter or see him, and company employees rarely showed up there either; it was a secret space.

"Jisoo-ssi, do you know me?" Zhou Wenzhe looked at Kim Jisoo in front of him. From her expression and words, Zhou Wenzhe was sure that the two knew each other before.

Upon hearing Zhou Wenzhe's words, Kim Ji-soo's smile vanished instantly, replaced by embarrassment and disappointment. It turned out he had already forgotten about her.

But that's not surprising, considering it's been over a decade, and she didn't recognize him at first either.

"My mom and Aunt Quan are good friends. We met when we were little."

The "Aunt Kwon" that Kim Ji-soo mentioned was clearly referring to his mother. As Zhou Wenzhe looked at her face, his lost memories slowly began to piece together again.

"I think I vaguely remember you, you've changed a lot."

"Really? You've changed quite a bit. If I hadn't accidentally heard your name just now, I wouldn't have recognized you."

"Wow, I never imagined you'd become a big star."

"No, when did you get back? What brings you to our company?"

"I came back a while ago. The day before yesterday, I was having coffee across the street when I ran into Chief Kim. She gave me her business card."

"I just heard from Chief Kim that you refused?"

"Well, I'm not really interested in being an entertainer."

"Sigh, you can actually think about it again."

"No need, I have something to do. May I have your phone number?" Zhou Wenzhe noticed someone was coming this way and realized he couldn't continue talking to Kim Jisoo.

"Sure." Kim Jisoo didn't hesitate at all, took out her phone from her pocket, and the two exchanged phone numbers.

"I'll be going now. Let's have dinner together sometime."

"it is good."

Zhou Wenzhe left in another direction. Kim Jisoo returned to the company and saw her manager as soon as she entered the gate.

"Jisoo, where did you go?"

"I just ran into a friend and we chatted for a while."

"Friend? Who is it?" The manager looked at Kim Jisoo with some suspicion and then looked behind her.

"Chief Kim sent someone for an interview, and it just so happens to be someone I knew when I was a child, so I chatted with him."

"Oh, it's time, let's go."

"Um."

The manager led Kim Jisoo into the van, and they happened to see Zhou Wenzhe's G-Class drive by the company entrance.

"Hmm, that car looks familiar," the agent muttered, then drove after it, just as they were heading in the same direction.

"Oppa, what did you say?" Kim Jisoo, sitting in the back row, didn't hear clearly and asked.

"It's nothing, I just feel like I've seen this car somewhere before, but I can't quite remember where," the agent said, pointing.

Kim Jisoo sat up straight and leaned forward to look. Although the Mercedes-Benz G-Class is a luxury car, there are many such cars on the streets of Seoul, so she didn't see anything special about it and leaned back in her seat without paying any attention, picking up her phone.

Looking at the newly saved number on her phone, a broad smile spread across her face.

. . .

Meanwhile, Zhou Wenzhe, who was driving, called his mother, which is why he didn't notice that a car was following him.

The call was connected.

"Hello, Mom, are you busy?"

"I'm not busy, what's up?"

"I have something to ask you."

"What's wrong?"

Do you remember a good friend in South Korea who has a daughter named Kim Jisoo?

"Kim Jisoo?... Oh, I remember now, you mean Lee Bo-sook's youngest daughter? Why are you suddenly bringing her up?"

"I just ran into her in Seoul, and she recognized me."

"You went to Seoul? What were you doing there?" the mother asked curiously. It seemed that her son hadn't been back even once since he fell ill.

"I just came back to visit; I plan to stay here for a while."

"Oh, okay, I'll come see you when I have time."

"Hmm, I just wanted to ask, why do I have absolutely no recollection of her?"

"Really? You two were classmates? You don't remember?"

"Huh? We're classmates?"

"Of course, but she transferred here midway through her studies, and you went back to the US not long after. Don't you remember?"

"I have absolutely no recollection of it."

"Haha, it's quite a coincidence that you two met again. By the way, there's something I don't think I've mentioned to you yet."

"What's going on?" Zhou Wenzhe suddenly had a feeling that what his mother had mentioned was the reason he received this side quest.

"When you two were little, Li Baoshu and I were thinking about getting you married when you grew up. We even made an appointment back then, but we didn't expect you to get sick later, so we never brought it up again."

Zhou Wenzhe was speechless, but he also confirmed his suspicions, and that was the reason.

"How did you two meet? Tell me about it."

"Well..." Zhou Wenzhe briefly explained what had happened.

"That little girl has become a star? Life really is unpredictable. I remember she wasn't particularly good-looking when she was little."

She's so beautiful now.

"Really? What do you think of my and your Aunt Baoshu's suggestion? Should we...?"

"Mom...stop, don't say anymore. Didn't we already agree that you shouldn't interfere?"

"Okay, I got it. I just wanted to give you some advice. If you want to pursue her yourself, Mom supports you."

"Mom, I have a suggestion."

"What suggestion?"

"It's about acquiring some shares in a South Korean entertainment company. I think it will yield high returns in the next few years."

"An entertainment company? How much money can they make?" The mother looked down on the South Korean entertainment market. Although K-POP and TV dramas were popular throughout Asia, the profit margins were too low.

"Have I ever given a wrong piece of advice?"

"That's true. Okay, I'll have someone do a market survey."

Zhou Wenzhe's advice to his own investment company over the years has never been a wrong judgment; in fact, every single time it has resulted in huge profits.

It was thanks to his advice that the company gradually grew and has now become a well-known venture capital firm on Wall Street with operations all over the world.

"Hurry up."

"understood."

"Then I'll hang up now."

"By the way, since you're going back, could you visit my relatives on my behalf? I'll send you their phone numbers and addresses in a bit."

"Okay."

Zhou Wenzhe's maternal grandparents only had one daughter, his mother, who later went to live with her in the United States. They passed away one after the other due to illness a few years ago. He heard that his parents had several cousins ​​in South Korea. Although his mother occasionally kept in touch with them, they hadn't seen each other for many years.

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