novellhall Chapter 9 Jisoo's Dishes
Chapter 9 Jisoo's Dishes
Li Zhengyi thought it was something serious, but it turned out he just wanted to show off in front of his classmates.
That's so childish.
He doesn't own any sports cars or anything like that.
But buying one is also very simple.
However, that would expose us.
More important than a little girl's vanity is figuring out who framed him and getting revenge.
I have no interest in women.
"I can't do that, let's do something else."
"Tch~"
Kim Jisoo pouted and pushed away the hand that was pinching her cheek.
"If you can't do it, you're a liar. It's not that I hate that Oppa is poor, I just hate that Oppa lies to me."
My phone is vibrating.
Kim Jisoo picked it up and glanced at it.
"I'm not chatting anymore, Jenny wants to go shopping with me."
"That catfish spirit?"
A catfish face subconsciously appeared in Li Zhengyi's mind.
Jennie Kim was Jisoo's classmate at Seoul Arts High School and also a fellow trainee at YG Entertainment. They knew each other even without the rebirth memories.
"Oppa, that's my friend, not a catfish spirit."
Kim Jisoo put her hands on her hips, looking angry.
"Okay, okay, it was a slip of the tongue. I didn't mean any harm. Jenny and I have only met twice, and we have no grudges against each other. I'll be more careful next time."
"Then I'll forgive Oppa this time. Oh, by the way..."
Kim Jisoo points to the lunchbox on the table.
"Even if Oppa wants to sleep, he has to eat lunch before he sleeps, otherwise it's bad for his stomach. If I find out Oppa didn't eat properly, I'll beat you up..."
A tiny, pink fist, no bigger than a steamed bun, waved in front of Li Zhengyi—a threat from a girl that posed no real threat whatsoever.
"Also, to make sure Oppa eats and sleeps properly, I'll come every day at noon from now on."
"Aren't you in class?"
"I already told you I'm on vacation. Seriously, Oppa."
Without waiting for Lee Jung-il's reply, Kim Ji-soo ran to open the door.
"When?"
"What?"
Kim Jisoo stopped putting on her shoes and turned around.
Li Zhengyi continued, "I said class reunion, when is it?"
Kim Jisoo suddenly broke into a smile.
"I was just kidding, Oppa. Who needs to ride in a luxury car to a class reunion? I'm leaving now. Remember to eat well. Bye-bye."
The girl left with a cheerful voice.
Li Zhengyi shrugged.
But I still kept it in mind.
After all, you're beholden to someone who pays your way.
People on the peninsula use the traditional Chinese age reckoning, saying he's 19, but he's actually only 18.
It's the age when vanity is prevalent, and it's the last time I'm going to have a high school reunion. Is it too much to want to show off?
It's not difficult.
It's just that it's very troublesome to operate.
If I can't borrow a car and I can't buy one myself, then...
Li Zhengyi opened the lunchbox.
Seaweed rice rolls are the main dish.
Pickled radish chunks and kimchi are indispensable; these are national dishes, how could they be missing?
The next layer is a fried egg and a grilled sausage.
At the very bottom is pork rib and kelp soup.
Wait, why is there another note under the lunchbox?
[Jungil oppa, eat well. Working the night shift is tough, don't get thin from starving yourself.]
[come on! ]
It also comes with a cute cat emoji.
"This guy."
Li Zhengyi was about to throw the note into the trash can, but after pausing, he put it in the drawer instead.
How could he not sense Jisoo's little scheme?
but……
He doesn't even know who the enemy is yet, and rashly accepting this affection will only implicate her.
Especially given CJ Group's influence in the media and entertainment industry, even a speck of dust from a power struggle among its top executives could be devastating for a mere trainee like her.
The chubby cheeks feel nice to the touch, but it's not the right time to pinch them often yet.
After Kim Ji-soo left, Lee Jung-il couldn't fall asleep either.
The pork rib and seaweed soup in the lunchbox was still steaming.
He opened his laptop while eating.
The screen lights up. First, take a look at the Bitcoin price chart. It's lying flat at the bottom, much like his sleeping posture.
If I remember correctly, the next super bull market won't be until 2016.
It could rise to as high as $19000.
At the current price of $325, how many times is that again?
It's about 58 times.
This is also the source of his confidence that he will be richer than YG Entertainment in two years.
Even if all his other investments fail.
After finishing the meal, I washed the lunchbox.
Jisoo glanced at the note again, then stuffed it into the drawer, placing it next to the IOU from two years ago that Kim Soo-ho had borrowed money from him.
I changed my clothes and went downstairs.
The convenience store clerk on the day shift was a woman in her forties, who was dozing off behind the counter.
"Aunt, I'm going out for a bit."
"Oh, Zhengyi, go ahead, there are no customers anyway."
There were indeed no customers.
Kowloon Village is even quieter during the day than at night.
The drunks were all asleep, the laborers had all gone to the factory, and only a few stray dogs were left rummaging through the garbage in the alley.
As soon as Li Zheng went out the door, he didn't walk towards the main road, but instead turned into a narrower alley.
After many twists and turns, it took almost twenty minutes to walk.
Finally, it stopped in front of an even more dilapidated building.
The signs hanging at the entrance of the building are all crooked.
Ding Wulang Detective Agency
Below that was a handwritten note with the character "GG" on it:
Services offered: Infidelity investigations, finding missing persons and cats, corporate background checks, intelligence analysis.
Fair prices, honest and fair to all.
Former National Intelligence Service elite, 20 years of experience
"Elite my ass."
Li Zhengyi always wants to laugh whenever he sees this guy.
He went upstairs to the third floor, to the innermost room.
The door wasn't closed properly, and a strong smell of liquor seeped out from the crack.
Push open the door.
The office looked like it had been robbed.
The table was piled high with documents and empty wine bottles, the walls were covered with various newspaper clippings and photos, and an old-fashioned fax machine in the corner was spitting out paper.
A middle-aged man wearing a wrinkled white shirt and with messy hair was lying on the table with his face pressed against a poster of Lin Yoona.
"President Ding."
no response.
"Chogoro."
Still no response.
"Detective Ding, wasn't the final payment I made last time too much? Enough for you to drink like this every day?"
The middle-aged man suddenly sprang up, his glasses askew on his face, and there was drool around his mouth.
"Who! Who said there's a lot of money! A lot of money means an extra service fee! It's written in the contract! Wait… Mr. Li, the Third Young Master?"
Upon recognizing the newcomer, Ding Wulang immediately plastered a fawning smile on his face.
"Oh my god, what brings you here? Please have a seat! My place is a bit messy, please don't mind. This bottle, this bottle is newly opened."
"No, last time you said the newly opened bottle of wine had two years' worth of dust on the cap."
Li Zhengyi sat down in the only chair that was still usable.
"Tell me about what I asked you to investigate."
Ding Wulang let out a burp, which sobered him up considerably.
He walked to the fax machine, tore off the few pages that had just been ejected, and then flipped through a folder.
"Let's start with your father, Chairman Lee Jae-hyun. In the past two months, 70% of his public appearances have been cancelled."
"Seventy percent?"
"Yes. He only attended one of the three shareholders' meetings, missed both government consultation meetings, and even the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the new CJ Foodville factory was attended on his behalf by his older brother."
Li Zhengyi's face remained expressionless.
But he was calculating in his mind.
The father's medicine.
I saw it in the study that time.
So it really is a health problem?