Chapter 11: Two Similar People (Part 1) (Two updates, seeking recommendations)

  In the office, An Junhe held his guitar and repeated the song "Lie" that he had sung in the practice room before. The humming melody seemed to still be echoing in the room. He put down the guitar in his arms and stood politely in front of the office desk.

  Behind the desk, Li Xiuman sat with his shoulders hunched and his face expressionless, making it impossible for anyone to guess what he was thinking.

  "You go back first!"

  After a long silence, Li Xiufull finally spoke up, but didn't give any evaluation. Instead, he gave an indifferent order. An Junhe didn't mind, maintaining the smile at the corner of his mouth, and bowed again before leaving slowly. Every move was polite and courteous, not a single flaw could be picked out.

  But at this moment, a ridiculous idea suddenly flashed in Weibaogen's mind: An Junhe and Li Xiuman were too alike!

  It's not about appearance or habits, temperament and so on, but something more profound inside.

  Apart from that one selection, the two basically hadn't been in close proximity like today again, so he never noticed until now.

  Li Xiufull is hot-tempered, when angry he's like a sudden storm, normally his expression is wooden and the whole person is icy cold. But An Junhe is exactly the opposite, he's very humble and gentle, extremely patient, just like a quiet autumn lake, embracing everything with rich colors and warm sunshine, making people who interact with him feel like they're basking in spring breeze.

  Two people who were originally thought to be completely different, but perhaps because he was familiar with both of them, Quan Baogen felt that their inner selves were similar.

  It's a rationality that remains calm and objective no matter what emotions are at play, a core deep within the heart that remains icy cold and unfeeling despite any changes in outward expressions.

  "Am I drunk?"

  The moment the thoughts emerged from his mind, Quan Baogen shook his head fiercely to dispel them. As for Li Xiuman being cold and ruthless, he wasn't surprised, because Li Xiuman had been through thick and thin in the entertainment industry and business world for decades, and had long learned how to not let emotions control himself. But An Junhe... was just a child, how could that be possible?

  He thought to himself, forcing himself to suppress the absurd feeling in his heart, and bowed to Li Xiuman before preparing to leave with An Junhe.

  To be honest, he was actually a bit sad in his heart. He discovered that An Junhe unexpectedly had the ability to compose music, and the quality of the song he wrote was extremely high, which really surprised him and made him eager to let Li Xiufull know. Just like a child who got good grades, he couldn't wait to show off his pride to his parents.

  But Li Xiufull's reaction poured a basin of cold water on him.

  He didn't know what the president was thinking, and he felt anxious and lost in his heart. He walked for a while with a dazed expression before realizing that he was in a corridor. An Junhe, who had been walking in front of him, had long since disappeared without knowing where he went.

  He grabbed a passing staff member and asked him, only to find out that Ahn Jun-hee had gone to visit Park Jung-soo in the infirmary.

  Kwon Bo-geun, who had been reflecting on his actions, let out a bitter laugh. Sometimes he didn't even know how to comfort Ahn Jun-hee that kid. If you said he didn't understand human relationships, of course it was impossible, but if you said he did, he had never seen him fight for anything in front of the company's high-level executives, nor was he swayed by external factors. Every day, he just focused on practicing dance and singing. If this kind of thing happened to other trainees, they would probably be panicked and lose their appetite, but Kwon Bo-geun was fine, still having the mood to visit others.

  Thinking carefully, I used to think he was similar to President Li Xiuman, maybe it's because of his indifferent attitude?

  It's too exaggerated to be so thin-skinned, and compared to him, I seem too uncalm.

  Without mentioning the various entanglements of Weiguo Gen, An Junhe rushed to the infirmary and found Pu Zhengsu already asleep on the simple bed in the rest room. Li Hezai and Jin Yunyun were sitting beside him, whispering something. When they saw An Junhe enter, Jin Yunyun subconsciously stood up to offer her chair to An Junhe. This reaction left Li Hezai perplexed, wondering when Jin Yunyun had become so close to An Junhe.

  "No need, Young-un." Blocking the enthusiastic Kim Young-un, Ahn Jun-hyuk looked at Park Jung-soo's peaceful sleeping face on the hospital bed, "I just came to take a look. By the way, what did the doctor say?"

  "Jung-soo hyung, this is an old illness, the doctor just told him to rest and keep warm, relieve it a bit." As soon as Park Jung-soo's condition was mentioned, Lee Hyeok-jae's mood fell, among the four of them, he and Park Jung-soo were the closest, even after practice, they would often walk home together. Now that Park Jung-soo is in this state, he is the one who is most worried.

  An Junhe patted him on the shoulder and didn't bring up the topic again, otherwise not only would Lee Hye-jae be in a bad mood, but Kim Yeong-un next to them might start another argument.

  He quietly changed the subject and chatted with them for a while before taking his leave. The dance class was cancelled, and the vocal lesson was also suspended due to unexpected circumstances, so it was a rare afternoon of free time. After leaving the company, An Junhe went to a nearby supermarket to buy some ingredients, carrying a big bag with difficulty as he walked home.

  Young Tae's brother is still abroad, making a killing in the soybean futures market. By May 5th, if nothing unexpected happens, such as a sudden disaster, soybeans will soon hit their lowest point for the first time. As time goes on, to be on the safe side, Park Young-joon starts to gradually sell off his contracts under Ahn Jun-hee's instructions, and the funds start flowing into an anonymous offshore bank account.

  A week ago, he withdrew $1 million and transferred it domestically to buy a 30-ping ordinary apartment in Gangnam District. In 2004, the trend of rising house prices in Seoul began to emerge, especially in the prosperous Gangnam District. Many people in the newspaper had already begun calling on the government to continue to increase control efforts, but Ahn Jun-hee knew that the government would be powerless to control it for the next two years. Although a property tax was introduced, it did not have the desired effect and even further fueled the hot real estate market, making it more intense. By 2006, the terrifying growth rate of housing prices made the whole of South Korea begin to tremble with fear, fearing a repeat of Japan's bubble burst in the 1990s.

  But these have nothing to do with An Junhe, he won't worry about people who can't afford a house, nor will he make a fortune by speculating in real estate - in fact, from next year on, anyone involved in the real estate market should be prepared to lose everything.

  The new home is not far from the company, and it only takes more than 20 minutes to walk. When I arrived home, Zhixiu, who had just woken up from her nap, was already sitting on the bed watching TV, while the visiting nurse was massaging her legs.

  Hearing the sound of the door, Zhixiu turned her head and looked over, exclaiming in surprise: "Brother?"

  "I took the day off, there was nothing to do over there, so I came back early." Knowing what she wanted to ask, Ahn Jun-he explained briefly and didn't mention it again. He put the ingredients he bought into the kitchen, took out his phone to charge, and said, "It's rare to have some free time, brother will make you a delicious meal... Misa sister, please stay for dinner tonight too, I've been troubling you lately."

  Mei Shan was the nurse he had invited, a young woman with an ordinary appearance who originally worked in a nursing home and was poached by An Junhe at a high price a week ago. Perhaps it was because of An Junhe's behavior of waving banknotes that day, which was too straightforward and overbearing, making her have a psychology of reverence for this young boss. She smiled shyly: "No, there are still children to take care of at home."

  Just as they were talking, the mobile phone that had just been plugged in for charging suddenly rang. An Junhe frowned and looked at the displayed number, picked up the phone and connected it while walking towards the balcony. Zhishu, who was in the bedroom, only vaguely heard her brother ask in a low voice: "...... Why are you calling now......"

  Then there was the silence that came from afar.

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