[Entertainment] Gunpowder Beauty

After Jin Yueyun became popular, Jiang Daohong would often be asked by his friends how he lured such a god into his company, and Jiang Daohong smiled mysteriously every time, "By courage."

In July 2015, when Liu Zaibing, the national MC (host) who has not signed a contract with a company for five years and has been doing independent activities, signed with Blackard Entertainment, it was the first hot search on the website, and all netizens were at a loss.

"Which company is Blackard Entertainment? Why have I never heard of it?"

For ordinary netizens who eat melons, this name seems to have popped out of a crack in a rock.However, for journalists who know some inside information, they are no strangers to Blackard Entertainment Company, or to say, they are no strangers to the boss of this company, and they can even be said to be "old friends" of entertainment reporters.

Jiang Daohong, the youngest son of the chairman of the CR Foundation, is a frequent visitor to Lace News Magazine. As long as he is not caught in a catastrophe, his family will turn a blind eye to him. After all, he is not expected to be able to bear the burden. what responsibility.When Jiang Daohong announced after dinner one day that he was going to start an entertainment company, his father Jiang Nengze thought it was just another whim of the kid, but he didn't expect that he would actually accomplish something big without making any noise.

Liu Zaibing's signing has attracted a lot of public attention for Blackard Entertainment. This is a scene that Jiang Daohong would like to see. Only such a starting point is worthy of his company.

Yes, Blackard's ambitions go far beyond that.

In the next few months, Jiang Dohong successively signed artists such as Song Zhixiao and Lee Jong-suk whose contracts with the previous company had expired. Although the enthusiasm brought by the signing of Liu Zaibing was not as high as that of Liu Zaibing, Blackard is still in the hearts of Korean people. The sense of presence has already been wiped out.

After half a year of busy work, Jiang Daohong was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.At the invitation of his friends, he came to Los Angeles for vacation. Although he still had to go back to preside over the overall situation in a short time, he was satisfied with a few days of vacation.

"Is there anything fun tonight?" He turned his head and asked his good friend.

"I found out that there will be a street race tonight, do you want to see it?" His friend urged, "Have you seen "Fast and Furious", this is the real version."

Jiang Daohong agreed to his friend's proposal only because he was bored, but he didn't expect that the street racing tonight would give him a surprise beyond his imagination.

It was still a bit cold in Los Angeles at night in January. Jiang Daohong put on his coat. He rubbed his hands and asked his friends, "When will the game start?"

His friend took out his mobile phone and took a look, "It should be soon, the road is being closed now."

Jiang Daohong looked around boredly, suddenly his eyes were attracted by a person in front of him, and he could no longer look away.

"Are you an adult?" The burly Caucasian man looked up and down at the young man who had signed up in front of him.

"Street racing is not a game for children like you." The man smiled contemptuously, "If something happens, it would be a pity to ruin your pretty face..."

Hearing this, the young man raised his eyes and looked directly at the big man in front of him.

The strong man's words were blocked in his throat, and he couldn't speak no matter what.

Those were the eyes of a hunter, and the young man looked at him indifferently, as if a lion was looking at its prey.

Those who organize street races have seen many desperadoes, and such eyes can only be seen by the most fierce and ruthless characters. The young man in front of him obviously looks only in his teens, how could he have such eyes?

He also hoped that he was wrong, but the hair on his arms and the beating heart in his chest reminded him that the killing intent and danger were real and close at hand.

Jin Yueyun just glanced at the other party and then looked away. He took out his driver's license and waved it in front of the other party's eyes, "I'm an adult, please register for me."

The man closed his mouth, lowered his head obediently and wrote down Jin Yueyun's last name.In their line of work, being able to bend and stretch is just a basic skill.

"What is the model of your car?"

The young man's tone was cold, and cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the man in front of him. He really offended people. He really shouldn't listen to that guy Jon's nonsense about drinking wine tonight, otherwise how could he faint and say that? talk.

When he finally sent the evil spirit away, he saw a rich Asian boy wearing a famous brand stupidly stopping the boy who was about to leave.

This is actually still rushing to die.The man shook his head, hoping that this evil spirit who didn't know the details would not make too much noise. His own record is not very clean, and it would be too bad luck if it was affected because of this incident.

Leaving his friend's shout behind him, Jiang Daohong stared straight at the black-haired boy standing in front of the big white man, and unconsciously walked towards that side.

"Are you Korean?" Jiang Daohong saw the young man's exquisite and beautiful face up close. His mind went blank, and he forgot all the opening remarks he had thought up before. In the end, he only choked out this sentence, and he used an honorific.

When Jin Yueyun was abruptly stopped, he tensed his muscles reflexively. After hearing the familiar language, he restrained his urge to make a move and asked, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Daohong saw that the other party paid attention to him, and immediately hit the snake with a stick, "Hello, hello, I am the president of Blackard Entertainment Company in South Korea. Do you want to be an artist?"

Jin Yueyun thought that this person had something important to do, but it turned out that the president himself was a part-time scout and wanted to lure him into the entertainment industry.

"Sorry, I'm not interested." The boy skipped Jiang Daohong's outstretched hand and walked straight to his sports car.

"Hey, don't leave! It's a waste of your appearance not to enter the entertainment industry. Let me tell you that although our company is not as famous as SM, YG, etc., it still has great potential for development..."

"Liu Zaibing, Liu Zaibing, do you know? National MC! Ah, you are Korean-American, maybe you don't usually watch Korean shows, haha." Jiang Dohong chased after Jin Yueyun, playing his specialty , Thick-skinned.

"Our company is called Blackard, and we hope that everyone can get Blackcard in the future, and you can use the black card as you want. If you come to my company, you will be the only seedling in our company, the only trainee, and you will definitely not need resources when you debut. You don’t have to worry about money.” Jiang Daohong followed Jin Yueyun and stopped in front of a car. He looked at the expensive sports car that had obviously been remodeled in front of him, “Uh, it seems that you didn’t worry about it.”

Jiang Daohong racked his brains to think of a way to persuade the young man. If he was just a good-looking handsome guy, he would never waste so much talk. What really attracted the young man was his indifferent temperament. Everything about it is just a bad show and not worth caring about.

He must!Such a voice appeared in Jiang Daohong's mind, and he could almost imagine what kind of frenzy the boy would cause.

But the boy's reaction poured cold water on him.Well, apparently, even he, Do-hong Kang, is nothing more than an actor in this poor performance.

He said so much, but the boy was still unmoved.Jiang Daohong still wants to make a final effort, "I have always had ambitions to create a person who will reach the top of the entertainment industry, and you appear at this time, I think this is the arrangement of the gods."

"I believe you can subvert the Korean entertainment industry with me. Think about it, how exciting it is, even more exciting than racing cars!"

After Jiang Daohong said this, he didn't hear any echo. He was a little disappointed, but suddenly heard a chuckle.

He raised his head in surprise and looked at the person beside him. The young man's indifferent expression finally changed, and his cold and deep eyes were stained with interest.

"You said it's more exciting than racing. Have you ever tried street racing?"

This is the longest sentence that Jin Yueyun said after they met. Jiang Daohong became excited, and he said, "Although I haven't tried it, it is definitely not as good as reaching the top of the entertainment industry!"

Jin Yueyun doesn't believe in empty promises like reaching the top of the entertainment circle, he just thinks this person is interesting.

"Then try it." The boy pointed to his co-pilot.

"Try?" Jiang Daohong was stunned.

"Try street racing." Jin Yueyun's cold voice reached Jiang Daohong's ears, and he couldn't help wrapping his coat tightly.

Only then did Jiang Daohong realize something was wrong, "Are you going to the competition?"

The boy didn't speak, and acquiesced.

"I want to take your co-pilot?" He swallowed, "You have a driver's license, right?"

When Jin Yueyun's car stopped before the starting line, Jiang Daohong fastened his seat belt and tightly held the handle on the top of the car door. He was more nervous than the participating teenagers.

"We made an agreement. I'll take your co-pilot, so you should consider coming to Korea to see my company." Even though it was winter, Jiang Daohong was still sweating.This is no ordinary driving, but a street racing car. The person next to him is not a drag racer or a professional racing driver, but a high school student who does not know whether he is an adult or not... He is really crazy.

Jin Yueyun didn't answer.The moment the referee's flag fell, the boy stepped on the gas pedal very quickly, and the sports car sped out. Jiang Daohong hit the backrest because of inertia.

Jin Yueyun's sports car took the lead, and the opponent was not to be outdone, and bit tightly behind.The boy's expression didn't change at all, he just manipulated the steering wheel calmly.

Jiang Daohong's body bumped backwards against the backrest as the sports car speeded up and slowed down, and then moved forward to be strangled by the seat belt on his chest.

He turned his head and saw the street scene passing by outside the car window, his heart was pounding, and he even began to feel dizzy.

As the curve approached, the young man stepped on the brakes, clutch, and then downshifted in a hurry, while his heel was on the accelerator, and the engine speed increased rapidly. Jiang Daohong heard the roar of the engine and his heart was in his throat up.The opponent behind him tried to overtake, but the boy's crisp drift did not give him any chance.

Jiang Daohong was already stiff, and his arm holding the handle trembled slightly. Even though the electronic clock on the car hadn't skipped a few digits, he felt as if an hour had passed.

When the whole journey was over, the shirt under Jiang Daohong's overcoat was wet with cold sweat.

The lead was kept until the end, and the teenager won the victory understatement.After he got off the car, he went to say hello to his opponent, and then returned to the car.

The boy walked around to the other side and opened the car door for Jiang Daohong. The latter unbuckled his seat belt, ran to the grass and bent down to spit out his dinner.

"Is racing exciting?" Jin Yueyun leaned on the car and looked at the young man who had stood up and looked blankly.

"Stimulate……"

Jiang Daohong has not yet recovered from the dizziness, but his mouth is very firm, "But it is more exciting to conquer the entertainment circle with me."

"Which day is the plane?"

"What?" Jiang Daohong almost felt that he was hallucinating.

"Which flight do you take to return home?" Jin Yueyun repeated.

Jiang Daohong was so happy that his eyes were narrowed, he quickly took out his mobile phone to search for flight information, afraid that the boy in front of him would change his mind in a second at night.