“Who asked you to have dinner with me?!”
“Do you know how busy I am? Do you even know?”
“Just get out of here! I don’t want to see you again.”
Cheon Song Yi said frantically.
She was genuinely angry with Yang Yu. Yesterday, while drinking, his Korean was so fluent that even he himself couldn’t tell he was a foreigner. Now he dared to say he was bad at the language, treating her like a little kid.
“Just kidding! Trying to lighten up the mood. Why are you so angry?”
Yang Yu said awkwardly.
“I don’t want to talk to you right now. Get out while I’m still talking nicely.” Cheon Song Yi pointed to the door.
She felt like she was about to explode talking to him. She took two deep breaths.
Yang Yu had no choice but to leave. He grabbed his jacket and walked to the door.
He turned back and said, “Really no lunch together?”
Bang! An unknown object flew over.
Yang Yu caught it reflexively. It was a slipper.
He chuckled, held the slipper up, winked at Cheon Song Yi and quickly closed the door to leave.
Bang! Another unknown object hit the door.
Yang Yu returned home with a smile.
Cheon Song Yi, however, let out a furious cry in the room.
“Aish! This is so infuriating!”
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On her way to the set, Cheon Song Yi was absent-minded all day, constantly zoning out and NGing countless times.
The director was fuming, but he didn't dare offend Cheon Song Yi.
“Eonni! What’s wrong today? Are you feeling unwell?”
Cheon Song Yi’s assistant, Jin Pu Mi, asked.
“Aish! I’m so angry! Forget it, you won't understand anyway.”
Cheon Song Yi said grumpily.
“Do you have any other schedules today? Tell the director I’m not feeling well and I’ll go home first.”
Cheon Song Yi grabbed her bag and left.
She couldn’t focus on anything today, her mind kept replaying the awkward scene with Yang Yu this morning.
“But An Daebyo, you need to come back to the company. He said there’s something very important.”
The assistant quickly chased after Cheon Song Yi.
“Tell him I have something more important to deal with. Anything can wait until tomorrow.”
Cheon Song Yi got into the chauffeured car and told the driver to leave.
The assistant was left standing outside, feeling helpless.
She was just a small assistant. She couldn’t afford to offend Cheon Song Yi, and she couldn’t afford to offend An Daebyo either. Caught in the middle, she was getting the brunt of both sides.
Back in her apartment, Cheon Song Yi couldn’t help but think of Yang Yu.
What was that guy up to? She didn't know what he came to Korea for.
Aish! Why is she thinking about that annoying guy again?
At this moment, Yang Yu was also lying in bed, lost in thought.
He felt that the tasks in this world were too easy.
He had only been in this world for two days, and he had already completed his first task.
Cheon Song Yi’s task didn’t seem difficult either. Based on her attitude this morning, if he put in just a little effort, it wouldn't be hard to complete.
The points were so easy to earn this time.
He seemed to have another mission, to disrupt the plot.
But, going by how things were unfolding, he had already messed up the plot.
He had been pondering this all day. The progress of the task was so unexpectedly smooth that it felt unreal. It was better to be cautious. After all, it’s better to be safe than sorry.
Since the system wanted him to disrupt the plot, he would do it thoroughly. He couldn’t think of any other way.
He decided to act. He reached for his phone to search the internet for the differences between this world and his original world, but his hand came up empty.
He realized he was still a “black household” in this world. He didn’t even have an ID card, let alone a phone.
“That lawyer Zhang is so inefficient. Looks like I have to rely on myself.”
Yang Yu sighed.
He was going to make a move. Whether his idea was right or wrong, he had to try. He had nothing to lose anyway.
He planned to raise a generation of zombies to work for him. It was too inconvenient to do anything alone. But if he was going to find minions, he had to find strong ones. He couldn't just settle for anyone.
He remembered an article he read in the past, which said that there were three things that a Korean couldn't avoid in their lifetime: death, taxes, and Samsung.
Since Samsung was so powerful, he wouldn’t be polite.
Lee 회장 was already over seventy years old and had been hospitalized with a serious illness. He was bound to be extremely afraid of death, being so wealthy.
He decided to act immediately. He had nothing to worry about. This wasn't China. He could do anything without any burden.
Yang Yu instantly teleported to the Samsung hospital, into Lee Gun Hee’s ward.
“No wonder he’s the richest man in Korea. His ward is like a five-star hotel presidential suite.” Yang Yu exclaimed.
“Who are you? Who allowed you in?”
“Get out! This isn't a place for anyone to enter.”
Several bodyguard-like figures instantly drew their guns and pointed them at Yang Yu.
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