Eunjung tidied up her pajamas, got up and walked into the bathroom to wash up. Jiyeon lay back in Hyomin's arms again, feeling the warmth of Unnie.
"Unnie, sunny, did Unnie send you photos of their concert at RB?"
"Well, send me a few."
"I really envy them for being able to hold a concert. Do you think we still have a chance to hold a concert?"
Their comeback single "No.9" last year is a very high-quality song, which was personally produced by the famous producer Shinsadong Tiger. If it had been before that incident, this song might have received a
The number of bits will break its previous record.
However, on the stage of the year-end song competition, they faced a sea of darkness with their backs turned to them, with only a few lemon yellows cheering for them.
"I don't know, maybe there will be." Hyomin sighed and said. At the time when they were boycotted by the whole of Korea, RB's queens were still working hard to support them.
But now due to the company's fanaticism, RB's fan club is about to be disbanded. I don't know where they can go in the future. There are already very few fans in Korea. Are they going to the US market?
"But Unnie and we can't go to RB now, where else can we go for a concert?" Jiyan's face showed a hint of gloom again.
Enjing walked out of the bathroom with a mouth full of foam and an electric toothbrush in her hand. Looking at the squirming maknae in Hyomin's arms, she felt a little distressed.
"Don't worry maknae, maybe we can go to China to have a concert, there will still be our queen's there." After all, she is the first team leader, so Enjing thought she should say something to comfort her maknae.
"China? Is it possible?" Xiaomin and Jiyan looked up at Eunjing in surprise at the same time. This was a place they had not thought about, or rather they did not dare to think about.
It’s not like their group has never held a concert in China. They held one in Chengdu a year ago. But the effect is very average. After all, even Girls’ Generation has never held a concert in mainland China. It is said that many people there are not interested in it.
K-POP is contradictory.
Enjing couldn't answer their questions. This was an idea that popped into her head. No one had told her about this possibility.
For a moment, the three of them were silent, leaving only the buzzing sound of the electric toothbrush.
What they didn't know was that one day next month, a magical person did a strange thing.
And this incident will completely change the fate of the six of them.
In a hotel conference room in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, the United States, the phone rang from time to time. Except for the person who answered the call, everyone was resting with their eyes closed.
Some sleep on the table, some sleep on two chairs pushed together, and some even sit directly on the chair with their necks raised and snoring with their mouths wide open.
Zhou Jing was not sleeping, he was just leaning back on the seat, holding his own glass in his hand, squinting his eyes thoughtfully, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.
A day and a night have passed, and there is still no good news.
Zhou Jing basically spent this time in this conference room. Some people advised him to go back to the room to sleep for a while, but he still insisted on staying here. At this critical moment, everyone's morale cannot be let down, so
He must stay here.
Wang Shaoqing pushed open the door of the conference room and winked at Zhou Jing who was standing at the door. Zhou Jing nodded, put down the cold glass, got up and followed Wang Shaoqing out of the conference room.
The two of them arrived outside the hotel door together. Wang Shaoqing took out a cigarette and handed one to Zhou Jing. He also lit it and said:
"Schmidt, the project manager at SBS, called me."
"Well, what should I say?" Zhou Jing tightened his collar. It still felt a bit cold in Pittsburgh this season.
"He requested that a temporary liaison meeting be held the day after tomorrow. Before the high-level meeting of the liaison team, both parties must reach an agreement on the current issues and form a memorandum, otherwise..."
"Um?"
"Otherwise, he will suggest to their company to postpone the high-level meeting indefinitely."
Haha, Zhou Jing sneered inwardly, this is here to put pressure. The morning after tomorrow? Time, time is the most critical now.
"Does he know that I have come?" Zhou Jing asked calmly.
"I guess he doesn't know, otherwise he would have come to block your arrival. You haven't even left the hotel door yet."
"Then reply to him that we agree with his suggestion."
"What should we do here? How can I talk about it then?" Wang Shaoqing looked at Zhou Jing with a worried look.
"There is no good solution now, just one word, wait." Zhou Jing pinched out the cigarette butt in his hand, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit another one for himself.
The two people stood face to face, smoking one cigarette after another, and never said a word again.
A burst of urgent footsteps came from behind, and they both turned around at the same time. They saw Wang Shaoqing's assistant Xiao Sheng coming over, with a happy smile on his face.
"Chang Zhou, Mr. Xie from the Preparation and Procurement Department just called you and asked you to call him back."
"What did he say?" Zhou Jing threw away the cigarette in his hand and didn't even care about what Ji Xiaosheng called him. Who are these people from the Engineering Equipment Department? What kind of leaders can they really have?
What kind of soldiers are there?
"He said that he wants you to call back as soon as possible. There is a way..."
Before Wang Shaoqing could say anything after hearing this, he watched in stunned silence as Zhou Jing ran into the hotel with lightning speed and disappeared in a moment.
In the conference room, everyone was looking at Zhou Jing who was on the phone very soberly. It could be seen that their faces were full of fatigue not long ago.
"What? Wugang has it in stock? It was produced last month. Is the material grade confirmed? Is the quantity sufficient?"
"Their agent's phone number? Okay, wait a minute and I'll take note of it, um...thank you, thank you, master. You're such a model. I'll treat you to a big dinner later."
When everyone heard Zhou Jing's words, they all saw the joy and excitement in each other's eyes. Seeing Zhou Jing non-stop recording something in his notebook, everyone waited quietly while holding their breath.
Seeing Zhou Jing hang up the phone, Wang Shaoqing stepped forward anxiously and asked, "What should I say?"
Zhou Jing didn't answer him, just looked at Wang Shaoqing, smiled and nodded.
There was no cheering and applause like in the TV series. Everyone just slumped in their chairs and looked at each other with grins.
"Old Wang, did you hear that? I'm here to help you. You must pay for this big meal." Zhou Jing looked sideways at Wang Shaoqing and said seriously.
"No problem, I said Comrade Zhou, if it really happens, I'll invite you to the Jinmao Tower Western Restaurant." Wang Shaoqing was not only excited at this moment, but also had a bit of high-spirited fighting spirit.
"You don't want the supplier to pay the bill, do you? I'll invite you to the seventh floor of the company for tea, haha." Zhou Jing began to tease Wang Shaoqing, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground, which also made him smile.
"Are you kidding? Who dares to follow the eight regulations? I can still afford a meal."
"Okay, don't get too happy too soon, there is still a lot of work to do later."
Now the two questions of where and how long have been solved, but whether it can be used and how to prove it requires more detailed work.