When I was in Reply 1988

Chapter 628 Containment
I have no other hobbies except making movies.

Even most of the power of the entire company is in the hands of Ma Richeng.

"Then you have to promise me that I will have first priority for the scripts you write in the future."

Li Renyong smiled and said, "Of course, we are related."

After a pause, he continued, "Uncle Ma, what is the address of Park Chan-wook's home?"

"Where is Ben Zhou in the south district of the city?"

Li Renyong thought about it but couldn't figure out where the South City District was.

There are Seongdong District, Seongseo District, and Seongbuk District in Seoul, but I have never heard of Seongnam District.

Lee Chang-dong smiled and said, "Ayong, you are not from Seoul, so of course you don't know. Seongnam used to be a district, but now it is a city. Old Seoul people call it Seongnam District."

After Zheng Nanzhu's explanation, Li Renyong finally understood.

In the 1970s, all places in Seoul developed rapidly.

Even though Dobong District, where Ssangmun-dong is located, is so poor, it is still developing.

Only Seongnam District lowers the level of the entire Seoul.

Not only is it undeveloped, it is also very poor.

It is the poorest district in Seoul.

The higher-ups simply threw it away and made it an independent city.

It always requires money even if it doesn't develop. Just let it play on its own.

In this way, Chengnan District became Chengnan City.

And Benzhou's place is the poorest in the south of the city.

Li Renyong shook his head and said, "It seems that Park Chan-wook doesn't have much money."

Well, how could a person who just graduated and started working have the money to rent a luxury house in the neighboring Gangnam District?

That’s right, Gangnam District is right next to Seongnam City.

But it’s also good. If he has no money, the chances of cooperation will be greater.

The four of them walked out of the company and felt the cool breeze.

Ma Richeng said, "It will be cold for another month or two, then it will be warm. Whose car should we drive?"

Li Renyong said, "Open mine."

Lee Chang-dong put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Ayong, I heard that you've had your driver's license for such a long time, but your driving skills are still not very good? You won't fail halfway, will you?"

"I didn't, don't listen to what others say."

There aren't many vehicles going to the southern part of the city, so this stretch of road is a good opportunity to practice.

……

Along the way, everyone was talking and laughing.

Benzhou is poor, but it is not a slum village.

After arriving at the designated address, Ma Richeng looked around and said, "It's just around the corner."

"Crack!"

Li Renyong steadied the steering wheel and said, "The road needs to be repaired. There are potholes everywhere."

Zheng Nanzhu looked out the window: "Did you hear any noise? It's so noisy, what happened?"

Park Chan-wook lives in a row of two-story buildings, and there are houses like this on both sides of the road.

The wall has been in disrepair for many years and is slightly mottled.

Wild grass grows wildly on the roadside.

Occasionally, a garbage bag dances and rolls in the wind.

The old people were sitting at the door of the store, talking and laughing, but there was not a single young person to be seen.

The impression it gives is that it is lifeless and dull.

After getting off the car, several people walked in the direction given by Ma Richeng.

Before I even turned the corner, I could hear a very loud noise.

Walking forward, I saw crowds of people.

Reporters from all walks of life surrounded Park Chan-wook's home.

They hold microphones in their hands and cameras on their shoulders.

Li Renyong said: "Now I understand why he has disappeared. He is trapped at home, how can he come out?"

Ma Richeng said: "That's not right. Even if he couldn't get out, why couldn't he get through on the phone?"

Li Changdong said: "If you have anything to say, let's talk about it when we meet."

After hearing this, Zheng Nanzhu didn't say what she wanted to ask.

Normally, it has been a month since the ban. Entertainment reporters rarely spend such a long time focusing on one person.

In the entertainment industry, so many things happen every day.

Wouldn’t it be better to grab the hot news?
Do you have to come up with this outdated news?
There is only one explanation, that is, something happened to Park Chan-wook again.

Looking at the reporters in front of his house, Li Renyong said, "Let's go to the back and take a look."

The two-story buildings in remote areas all belong to one household.

Some people will turn the first floor into a small store and rent out the second floor or live in it themselves.

There is a big door in front and stairs in the back.

In poor areas, land is also cheap.

The southern part of the city is like this, there are relatively few high-rise buildings.

A few people came to the back of the house and found that it was also surrounded by people.

These reporters are so dedicated.

Ma Richeng said: "There is no other way, we can only enter through the main gate."

Li Renyong said that he could actually climb over the wall.

But this statement was unanimously rejected.

You don't want face, but we still do.

With so many reporters, all it takes is one person to find out.

Tomorrow's entertainment headlines will start with shock.

Besides, there are girls here, how do I translate?
"Okay, okay, let's go then."

He came to the street, pushed aside the reporters and walked towards Park Chan-wook's home.

There were just a lot of people, and Lee Chang-dong was strong, so he naturally led the way.

For a moment, the voices of reporters became noisy.

"Don't push, this seat is mine."

“My microphone dropped.”

"Who stepped on my foot?"

"Which newspaper are you from? That's rude."

"Look, it's Jung Nam-joo and Lee Chang-dong. Could this student be Mr. Lee In-yong?"

Suddenly, the scene became silent.

After the silence, the scene exploded like water dropped into hot oil.

Suddenly, more than a dozen microphones appeared in front of the people.

I don’t know which reporter it was, but maybe he had poor eyesight, but he stuffed the microphone directly into Li Renyong’s mouth.

"I'm Jin Huachi from Chaoyang Newspaper. Are you here to collaborate with Park Chan-wook? Do you mind Director Liu's opinion? Or do you think he's not worth your attention?"

"Director Lee Chang-dong, will Dongil's next film be a collaboration with Park Chan-wook? What kind of film will it be?"

"Mr. Li Renyong, have you had any emotional fluctuations recently?"

"..."

As reporters asked questions, countless flashes of light followed.

My goodness, these reporters come here either to stir up trouble or to find out the latest news.

The most outrageous question is the last one.

Either a new journalist or a tabloid.

What is this? This is outrageous.

Looking into the distance, one could even see some reporters packing up their gear and preparing to retreat.

These people are smarter.

They planned to go to director Liu Yingzhen to interview him about his opinions on Li Renyong and others, and then write a script based on the interview.

Although I don’t know whether Li Renyong and others will come to Park Chan-wook for cooperation, let’s report it first and make some money.

If there is no cooperation, something goes wrong.

Then admit your mistake and make some more money.

The four of them kept their mouths shut and walked forward with their heads down.

When they arrived at the door, Li Renyong knocked and shouted, "Let us in quickly. I'm Li Renyong. We made an appointment this morning."

The door was slammed loudly.

I called out several times, but Park Chan-wook didn't come out.

(End of this chapter)