Volume 5: The Age of Storms Chapter 0697 Narrow Gate

Seoul International Airport.

Shin Jung-hee and Jung Young-min bowed towards the exit at a 45-degree angle .

"Director Ueto."

"Damn it, Vice President Shin, I already reminded you not to come to the airport to pick me up, why did you come?" Ueto Masami glared at Shin Jung-hee with a cold face.

"I'm worried that Director Ueto is not familiar with the roads in Seoul, so..." Shin Jung-hee said timidly.

"Vice President Shin, flattery doesn't earn you any points, so don't do it again." Ueto Masami adjusted her ridiculously large sunglasses on her nose and said, "Let's go, there are too many people at the airport."

"Yes, yes, Director Ueto, the car is waiting outside. I will take you there now."

Shin Jung-hee made a gesture of invitation and walked towards the parking lot with Ueto Masami and her group.

In the corner of the exit, a pair of cold eyes followed Ueto Masami all the way outside. She looked away until she could no longer see her back. She muttered to herself, "This woman is so majestic. I want to be like her in the future."

The group got into the car and the convoy quickly drove to Yeouido. The office of New Miracle Group was located on the 27th floor of the Korea Life 63 Building on the island.

Ueto Masami was decisive and as soon as she arrived at the office, she immediately asked Shin Jung-hee to report on his work.

This is the advantage of having a private jet. You can better arrange your flight time, so you won’t be too tired during the journey, and you can improve your time efficiency and work efficiency.

"Director Ueto, after an in-depth investigation and comparison of Midobo and Sanfeng Group, I think Midobo is more suitable for us to invest in. Li Yan of Sanfeng Group is too aggressive.

Last year, Sampoong Group acquired a large open area of land in Seocho District that was originally used as a landfill. It plans to build a four-story office building on the land, and the foundation has already been laid;

But later, Li Qi temporarily changed the plan, thinking that the location there was very good and the benefits of building an office building could not be maximized, so he decided to convert it into a department store. At the same time, he requested to add another floor to create a large indoor ice skating rink, and change the four-story building to a five-story building.

Because the foundation was planned for a four-story building and was intended for office use, if an additional floor was to be added, the original structural plan of the floor would have to be changed. This was a clear violation of relevant regulations and the risk was too great. The project manager informed Li Qi of the various hazards of this change and refused to implement it.

Li Yu insisted on doing what he wanted. After being rejected, he simply fired the previous project team and found a construction company in which he held shares to take over the subsequent projects. At the same time, Li Yu changed his mind again and converted the skating rink on the fifth floor into a restaurant floor.

"You are so brave that you dare to joke about human life. Vice President Shen, prepare the information about Midubo. I need to review it later." Ueto Masami took a sip of the mineral water on the table and said, "Let's move on to the next topic."

"In preparation for the Olympic Games, the Blue House has clearly stated that it will vigorously support the plastic surgery industry. In the past two months, three new plastic surgery hospitals have been established in Seoul."

"Is there any connection between the Olympics and the plastic surgery industry?" Ueto Masami asked in surprise.

"Uh..." After a moment of embarrassment, Shin Jung-hee said, "The Blue House probably wants to express that the public should actively undergo plastic surgery to welcome the opening of the Olympics with a better image."

"Haha, Vice President Shen, please continue." Ueto Masami said with a smile.

"I screened several hospitals with relatively high technical levels and finally selected JELIM Plastic Surgery Hospital as the acquisition target of New Miracle. The eldest lady of the Artist Care Fund also agreed with my choice."

"What is the current size of this Jie Lin?"

“It’s not a very large hospital, with only three doctors, one anesthesiologist, and a few nurses. However, the three doctors who are also the dean are all top elites in their respective fields.

Dr. Yang Toubing presented "Facial Bone Contour Correction" at the Korean Society of Plastic Surgery two years ago, "Clinical Analysis of Facial Bone Contour Correction" last year, and "Facial Contour Correction" at the 1st Oriental Society of Aesthetic Plastic Surgery held in Tokyo this year.

In the field of facial plastic surgery, Dr. Yang Toubing's technical level is among the best.

Dean Yang Ding has profound knowledge in face and neck wrinkle removal, eye plastic surgery, nose plastic surgery, body reshaping, breast plastic surgery, etc.

Dr. Li Renhua is more proficient in leg and buttock plastic surgery. "

"There are three deans and only three doctors. Is this a partnership system?"

"Yes, there is no capital support behind Jie Lin. It was jointly funded by the three of them."

"The partnership system adopted by plastic surgery hospitals is a good model. When the president discussed plastic surgery hospitals with me, he told me that the hospital should implement a system of more pay for more skills and more work. Within the limited fee range, the more skilled the doctor, the higher the fee standard.

Our Pumpkin Car Plastic Surgery Hospital chain needs to create a benchmark for doctors with an annual income of more than 500 million won [731 to 1 US dollar], which will make it easier for us to attract plastic surgery talents from abroad, Japan and the local area.

The chairman's established strategy for Pumpkin Car is to base itself in Seoul and slowly expand to other cities in South Korea. Once it has established a firm foothold in South Korea, it will wait for the right time to expand to other Asian countries."

In fact, plastic surgery technology is the most advanced in China, followed by Japan. Although South Korea's plastic surgery field developed very early, the technology has not been very advanced until the 1970s when a group of plastic surgery talents returned from studying abroad, which brought South Korea's plastic surgery technology to a new level.

The reason why Nan Yi chose to develop his plastic surgery business in Seoul was because he knew how huge South Korea's potential consumer market was, and he also knew that the South Korean government would make the plastic surgery industry a national pillar industry.

After discussing work with Shin Jung-hee, Ueto Masami left Yeouido with a stack of documents. This time she flew to Seoul, in addition to focusing on the mall investment and plastic surgery hospital, she also brought three errands to complete:

First, investigate Jinro Company and study the feasibility of acquisition; second, pave the way for the personnel from PY Securities and Scarlett Fund who are about to move into Seoul; third, quietly place the Daewoo strategy team in Seoul.

Both Nan Yi's memory and the research conclusions of the Information and Strategy Committee indicate that Daewoo, a new type of chaebol and a fast-growing chaebol, is fraught with hidden dangers. Its large-scale debt expansion makes it seem that Daewoo is expanding rapidly, with flowers and flowers blooming, and a thriving scene. But in fact, its capital chain is very fragile, like a boat connected by an iron chain. As long as a few warships rush at it, the Daewoo giant ship will be reduced to ashes in an instant.

According to South Korea's current economic development rhythm, the door to entry for traditional industries will be closed within fifteen years. It is too late to wait for new miracles to develop slowly. It is necessary to kill a whale, cut off its rotten meat, and put the whale skin on the new miracle.

In this case, Dayu, who was willing to kill himself, naturally came into Nan Yi's sight.

…

The Seaside Boulevard is a place used by Indians to compare with the Bund.

Nan Yi expressed no opinion on this place. He had passed by here several times in recent days, but never stopped to appreciate it.

"Benjamin, is this the necklace on the queen's neck?"

Arriving at the Seaside Boulevard, Hilga stood on the embankment, looked at the Arabian Sea, then looked at the concrete piers on the shore, and said with great disappointment.

"Yes, it's quite abstract. You need to use your imagination a little, Hilga. Close your eyes."

Hilga smiled slightly and closed her eyes as she was told.

"Listen, what's that sound?"

“The sound of waves.”

"No, that's my heartbeat. Smell, what's that?"

Hilja was very clear about her appearance, and there were many people who flirted with her. Benjamin's flirting method was a bit new, so she wanted to take a look, so she cooperated with Nan Yi to walk down. "It smells like sea water, and a little bit of the stench of garbage."

“No, it’s my hormones and dopamine.”

"Ha." Hilga opened her eyes and laughed, "Benjamin, your way of picking up girls is so old-fashioned and your technique is so poor."

Nan Yi spread his hands and said helplessly, "I can't help it. Women always chased me before, so my skills in picking up girls have never been improved. Hilja, are you willing to show some kindness and make it easier to pick you up?"

"Haha, I was wrong. You're not bad at it. You're just anxious to get me into bed, right?"

"You're very smart, but you speak too directly, which makes me embarrassed."

"real?"

"Maybe."

"You certainly wouldn't, Benjamin. You're a cheeky guy."

Nan Yi deliberately said with a stern face: "You know too much. Be careful or I will kill you to silence you."

"How are you going to kill me? A gun? A knife? Or a chainsaw? It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it's not cancer." Hilga frowned.

"Why can't it be cancer? Someone important to you has cancer?"

"Yes, my grandmother."

"I'm sorry, but I sincerely hope that Mrs. Hagerman gets well soon."

"Thank you, but my grandmother is from my mother's side. You can call her Ms. Martin."

"OK, then I wish Ms. Martin a speedy recovery."

"Let's not talk about this, Benjamin. I will stay in India for a while. What do you think is interesting here?"

"If you want to see the scenery, you can buy a travel brochure, which has pictures and detailed introductions. If you want to take a cultural tour, you can go deep into the lives of the locals and see who they are."

Nan Yi pointed at several people on the sidewalk who were wearing Gandhi hats, white shirts and holding tin cylindrical containers in their hands.

"Who?"

"Dawabala means lunch box man, the person who delivers lunch to customers."

"That's the lunch box they're holding?"

"No, the outside is a tin bucket, used to keep warm and prevent impact, and also used to mark the route. The inside is the lunch box."

"Hmm, how do you mark the route? The colors are the same, and there's nothing written on the barrels."

"On the lids, they have their own code system, using short combinations of letters and numbers to indicate the delivery address, departure station, arrival station, responsible team, and so on."

"Is it because they have to deliver very few meals? If there are many, how can they remember them all?" Hilga has developed a strong interest in Dawabala.

“Dawabala has a lot of meals to deliver, a total of 128,925, and their number is not small either, a total of 2,409 people. This is the data from five days ago, and it may increase or decrease now.

Although there are a lot of meals to be delivered, Dadawabala is divided into areas. As long as the meal boxes are transferred and divided according to the areas, the addresses that need to be remembered when distributing them to each person will not be too many. Moreover, their customers are relatively fixed, and they provide services all year round and charge a monthly fee.

Dawabala does an excellent job, and according to probability, their meal loss rate is less than one in ten million."

"Have you done any in-depth research?" Hilga asked.

"Hmm, I'm very interested in dawabala. Their salary is very low, but it's not easy to become a dawabala. You need someone to recommend you. Once you become a dawabala, they rarely give up the job and usually keep doing it."

"Why? This shouldn't be a job that requires professional skills. If they learn a skill, they should be able to find a job with a higher salary, right?"

"If you stay here for a few days, you will understand that most people here don't have any special professional skills and can only make a living by selling their labor. Therefore, they really hope to gain stability, even if it is just stable poverty. It is a very happy thing to always know where their next meal will come from."

"I don't quite understand, Benjamin. If you know what tomorrow, or even the day after tomorrow will be like today, and there is no novelty, what fun is there in life?"

“Have you ever bought a lottery ticket?”

"I buy it occasionally, but I have bad luck and have never won a prize." Hilga spread her hands and said.

"OK, let me assume that if you wake up every day and face countless doors, you must open a door and walk in. Behind the door may be poverty, disease, or bullying, all kinds of bullying, some of which will make you live a life worse than death, and some will kill you directly.

And among these countless doors, only one is a narrow door.

"The Bible: New Testament Matthew 7:13-14 - Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and many go in through it. But narrow is the gate and small is the way that leads to life, and few find it.

One is a narrow door, and the other 99, 999, 999 are wide doors. If you already know which one is the door to poverty, are you willing to open the door of poverty every day, or take a gamble to see if you are the one chosen among billions? "

"One chance, one in a hundred million?"

“Another tip: The door to the Poverty Gate has the words Poverty Gate written on it.”

After hesitating for a while, Xierjia said, "I should choose to take a gamble."

"OK, let me add one more condition. Before you make your choice, you have witnessed millions of people choosing to take a gamble, and their endings were either a fate worse than death or death. So, will you still choose to gamble?"

"Benjamin, you are so cruel. Are you determined to drive me into poverty?"

"In Bombay, the only door open to most people is poverty. There is a very shabby-looking apartment in Dombeveli, near the Samata Hospital, full of sick and dying people who beg for a small piece of floor to lie down and die. Do you know what they would trade for a place to lie down?"

"What?"

"That shabby apartment building is called the Holy Church. The manager there enjoys a reputation as a saint. His daily job is to walk around the apartment and hang a label on the patient. The label has various symbols on it, representing how many organs the patient has left.

It's actually an... um, institution that stores organ tissues, let's call it an organ bank.

Patients use their organs to earn a quiet, clean place to wait for death. This way, they will not be left exposed in the wilderness or die on the streets for passers-by to see at will. "

Nan Yi gestured with his hands and said, "I have seen rats this big on the streets here. They have red eyes and may have eaten rotten meat. That is why the sick and dying people are so grateful to the saint and regard him as a god. There are many such apartments in Mumbai, and there are also many such saints."

"So do you think saints are good people?"

"That depends on when they removed the organs and whether they let the dead rest in peace." Nan Yi looked at Hilja's face sincerely and grabbed her arms wantonly. "A person's life is a process from rebirth to death. No one can leave this world alive. Life is short, and there are some things we must never let down."

"Haha, Benjamin, you want to tell me not to let down the fate of our meeting here. We should enjoy ourselves while we can, preferably tonight, right?" Hilga said with a smile.

Nan Yi looked at his watch and said, "Everything else is correct, but not tonight. I have already made an appointment with someone for dinner. If you don't mind, we can make an appointment tomorrow night."

"Ahaha, you've made a good switch in the concept, transitioning so quickly from whether I'm willing to do it to a question of time. Benjamin, is this how you usually pick up girls?"

"What a pity, Hilja, you didn't remember what I said before. I'll say it again. Usually I'm the one being picked up. I have very little experience in picking up girls. You also said that my skills are very poor."

"I don't like your way. It's too direct. Benjamin, you need to be patient if you want to trick me into bed."

"OK, be more patient." Nan Yi shrugged and said, "The beach here is just like this, nothing special. I heard that Victoria Terminus is pretty good, both in terms of architecture and culture, it's very unique. Let's go over and take a look now?"

"OK."

Victoria Railway Station has long, flat interstate platforms that stretch out and disappear under a metallic sky, a canopy of vaulted wavy ceilings, with pigeons as cherubs in that architectural canopy.

They fly from one colony to another, flying high in the sky, their figures only vaguely visible. They are gods flying far away with white light.

This magnificent railway station is known for its detailed facade, towers, exterior decorations and imposing shape.

Nan Yi and Xierjia stand inside a cathedral-like train station, where very limited functions and artistic ambitions intersect, and timetables and eternity command equal respect.

Looking up, Xierjia admired the top of the building for a while and praised, "It's great here, very beautiful."

“It’s great, but the air still smells of curry, and the ceiling is already mottled due to lack of maintenance.”

"This is the sedimentation of history and time. If it is renovated, it will lose its flavor." Xi Jia said, handing the camera hanging around her neck to Nan Yi, and pointed to the position of the column and said: "I'll stand there, take a picture for me."

"good."

Hilja walked to the side of the porch, leaned her back against it, bit her thumb lightly, and smiled at Nan Yi.

Nan Yi chuckled and recorded this beautiful scene on film.

"Change the pose and take another one." After taking one photo, Nan Yi shouted at Hiljia.

"OK."

In response, Hilja put down her thumb, retracted her hips, changed her stance to form a T shape with Nan Yi, and turned to look in the direction of Nan Yi.

Before Hilja's head turned around, Nan Yi captured the scene.

After taking a few photos, Hilga walked back to the edge of Nanyi.

"Based on my limited knowledge of photography, you have a very good sense of the camera. Have you ever been a model?" Nan Yi handed the camera back to Hiljia and said.

"Yes, modeling is one of my professions." Hilga admitted generously.

"What a coincidence! My next girlfriend is also a model."

When Hilja heard this, she chuckled and said, "What about the last one?"

"In India, in Mumbai, I haven't had the last one." Nan Yi deliberately emphasized the geographical space.

"Outside India?"

"a lot of."

"Just as I thought, Benjamin, you are a bad man."

"I don't deny that." Nan Yi held Xierjia's hand and said, "Let's go to the platform and take a look."

Nan Yi's hand felt no resistance, so he pulled Hiljia towards the entrance, running very fast, like a pair of eloping adults.

India's train stations are in line with those in Europe and the United States. There is no ticket checking when entering or leaving the station. There are only ticket checking staff on the train. Nan Yi and his companion could easily run into the platform and no one stopped them.

There were several trains parked on the tracks, two of which were about to leave. People were trying desperately to squeeze on to the trains, with all kinds of intimidation, insults, and shouting. There was a strong man who was trying desperately to squeeze on to the train, pushing with his hands and kicking with his feet. Every time he made a move, someone was pushed aside.

From the loudspeaker on the platform ceiling, an incoherent and incomprehensible broadcast was roaring, and sirens, bells, whistles and crying continued to wail.

"Why is that person pushing? With so many people here, is there any difference if he goes earlier or later?" Hilga asked, looking at the situation in front of her.

"It should be to grab a position, for himself, or possibly for others. This is probably his profession."

"A job that grabs seats?"

"Grabbing a seat is just a supplementary service. Their main service should be to get the gift on the train. As you can see, with so many people, it's not easy to get the gift on the train."

This was also Nan Yi's first time at Victoria Terminal, and he was not too familiar with the situation here. However, despite the ever-changing situation, the activities that could be done in a train station were nothing more than those - porters, scalpers, fake cigarette dealers, pickpockets, honey traps, gambling scams, fake watches [which would become fake mobile phones in the future], video rooms, and low-class prostitutes soliciting business inside.

This is generally true regardless of the country, with only slight changes in the specific service model. Combined with national conditions and local illegal activities, the gray and black areas surrounding railway stations can basically be counted.

Through the train window, he could just see the burly man squeezing into a carriage , grabbing the edge of the window with both hands, and looking at his posture, he was lying on a seat. Behind him, three more men walked into the carriage. Nan Yi could see their fists waving, as well as the bulging veins on the back of the burly man's hands and his face swaying mischievously from side to side.

Nan Yi's eyes intertwined with the strong man's eyes in mid-air. A faint smile of victory bloomed on the strong man's face, and his lips moved slightly, as if to say: "Welcome to India!"

"Benjamin, he's still going to get beaten up. How much can you earn by grabbing a seat?"

"I'm not sure, it shouldn't be too much. If he made a lot, he wouldn't be beaten."

"I see. The gangs don't like it, right?"

"That should be the case, but he will definitely have to pay fees to other people..." Nan Yi held down Xierjia's hand as she was about to take the camera. "You are too close. If you take pictures without asking for their permission, you might get beaten."

"What a pity, the scene just now was very good." Hilga said regretfully.

"Do you have enough budget for this trip?"

"Why do you ask?"

"For your safety, you should find a reliable tour guide. A good tour guide will naturally charge a higher fee, so."

“I have a comfortable budget.”

"Then find one."

The wheels of the train were pulled and slowly turned. Nan Yi withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Hilga.

"I'm leaving now. Should I take you back to Mocambo?"

"It's seven o'clock so soon?"

"It's half past six. It's just in time for me to go to the appointment now."

"Your other goal?"

"Business entertainment."