Still Daring to Commit Crimes Against the Wind

Chapter 106 Still Daring to Commit Crimes Against the Wind (2)

"This isn't your problem either. AI technology is becoming increasingly advanced, and idols are the group most affected."

"We're having a headache too, but thank you for your understanding, Secretary Do-hoon."

Zheng Jingyou took the cigarette from Zheng Daoxun, lit it, exhaled a puff of smoke, and continued, "The company's opinion is not to respond. Although it has attracted considerable public attention, it was fortunate that it was clarified in time. Responding again would only make it seem like we are trying to cover something up."

Zheng Daoxun simply smiled and opened the window.

The truth of this matter is mixed, but for everyone involved, blaming AI and the non-existent intern is the best outcome.

Although the internet has a memory, as long as nothing else goes wrong, no one will specifically dig up this incident and analyze it frame by frame.

"I didn't call you here mainly to talk about this. Is your company preparing to enter the Spanish-speaking market recently? Have you had any dealings with Spanish-speaking countries? Have you encountered any difficulties?"

"We've already started experimenting with Nmi, and there are quite a few problems." Zheng Jingyou's expression turned slightly serious. "When we held concerts overseas before, we were fined nearly $300,000 for ticketing issues, and there was no way to appeal. Another issue is visas. Places like Mexico don't have special artist visas, and the application process is very long, which adds a lot of workload for us."

"Regarding the visa issue, it's unlikely that South Korea alone can push them to enact relevant legislation or measures. However, I can try to communicate with them to see if a window can be opened for expedited processing. As for the fine, I suggest you contact the local embassy. The previous delays in Indonesia were also due to problems with the local company handling the visa application. Your Nmi—"

Jung Do-hoon paused, leaned forward slightly, and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. "I'm currently considering some projects targeting Spanish-speaking countries. From approval to implementation, it will take about two months. Could Nmi spare about two weeks for me during August or September?"

"Secretary Do-hoon, you did your homework, didn't you?" Jung Kyung-woo's eyes lit up. "I'm not quite sure about Nmi's schedule, but since you put it that way, I can go back to the company and discuss it."

Regardless of whether the company can make money from Zheng Daoxun's project, at least for Zheng Jingyou, it can be counted as part of his work results.

Moreover, since it's a project organized by the South Korean Ministry of Foreign Affairs, it's unlikely to lose money. After all, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has a separate International Exchange Foundation with considerable funds.

"Then I'll have to trouble Director Zheng to coordinate this."

Zheng Daoxun and Zheng Jingyou chatted about the details for a while longer. The latter was also perceptive and, seeing that it was almost 10:30, got up to leave.

"I won't bother you any longer this weekend."

"Okay, I'll see you off."

Zheng Daoxun followed him out of the study and glanced into the living room.

Mina and Jung Nga-han sat side by side watching TV, and the atmosphere seemed alright.

Seeing the two people come out of the room, Mina got up to greet them: "Chief, have you finished talking?"

"Okay, let's go—" Zheng Jingyou's mind was now completely focused on his KPIs; he needed to talk to the people in the Fourth Headquarters as soon as possible.

"I have something to attend to," Mina said, flicking her hair and looking at Ya-hsien. "It's about Ya-hsien's foot injury."

Zheng Jingyou looked at Zheng Daoxun, who was taken aback for a moment but did not refuse. So Zheng Jingyou waved his hand knowingly, telling Zheng Daoxun not to see him off any further, and changed his shoes before leaving.

"Well, Secretary Doho, my father is a professor of orthopedics at Osaka University School of Medicine, and he has some expertise in the field of rehabilitation." Mina spoke in a very polite tone. "I was thinking that perhaps we could have Ya-hsien take a look at him. After all, a foot injury can affect the power of dance movements, and if it's not treated properly, it could lead to a second injury in the future."

Is it that serious?

Zheng Daoxun looked at Ya Xian, who was also frowning, looking conflicted.

After all, she's going to debut as an idol. If she were just an ordinary person with a regular job, she wouldn't need to worry about these things.

However, the amount of dance training and high-intensity tours that idols usually undergo can put a huge burden on their bodies.

In fact, in his previous life, every time Jung Do-hoon managed to get Minatozaki Sana back to a slightly better health, after a tour, if she only lost weight from exhaustion, that would be a good thing, but she would always inevitably suffer from a lot of backaches and injuries.

Since we have this resource, why not make use of it?

"That's perfect. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs has also invited me to discuss matters related to the World Expo. I'll take Ya-Hsien to Osaka. I'll trouble you to help with communication with your father."

Minami's connections came into play at this time.

Jeong Do-hoon made contact with the official in charge of the World Expo project. Although he was not optimistic about the 2030 Busan World Expo, the work still needed to be done.

"Of course."

The two of them tacitly pretended to be unfamiliar with Ya Xian.

"It's almost lunchtime, why don't you have lunch here before you leave?"

After all, Mina had helped Jung Do-hoon a lot, and he had stayed behind alone, so he should invite her to stay for a meal.

"Then I'll have to trouble you." Mina bowed slightly. "Let me assist you."

Zheng Yaxian watched the two people performing what seemed like a charade, and her lips twitched slightly.

Do you really think you can't see it?

These two people clearly didn't just meet.

But what could Ya Xian do? If Ming Jingnan's father could really help her, she had no reason to refuse out of spite.

"But it seems there's not much food left in the fridge —"

"Scribe Daoxun, let's just have some home-style food."

Ya Xian listened to the two whispering in the kitchen, glanced down at the time, and realized it was almost time.

The doorbell rang.

"Wrong? Who's here?" Mina instinctively tensed up, and she didn't check Minatozaki Sana's messages again.

Could it be that she came knocking on our door?

There's nothing to be afraid of. It's just a bit of a pity that Chief Zheng Jingyou would have stayed a little longer.

Jung Do-hoon shook his head blankly: "You're Chief Jung, right? Did you leave something here?"

Zheng Daoxun took a few steps, opened the door, and then stared in astonishment.

Standing in front of him was a tall girl with long, dyed blonde hair and a slightly foxy appearance.

Why is it Hwang Lai-chi?

"Good afternoon, Dohoon oppa."

"Yezhi, what brings you here?" Jung Do-hoon stepped aside.

"Oh, I haven't seen Ya-Hsien in a long time, I miss her a bit." Huang Li-Ji handed a bag full of groceries to Zheng Dao-Xun, his gaze falling on Ya-Hsien on the sofa.

The two exchanged a knowing glance.

Ya Xian suppressed the corners of her mouth that were turning up. She had expected that Mina would definitely stay for dinner, which was why she sent a message to Huang Lizhi.

"Is Mina-senpai here too?" Hwang Ye-ji looked down as he changed his slippers, his gaze sweeping around the room.

"It was just here a moment ago." Zheng Daoxun turned around.

The bathroom door was gently pushed open.

"I went to the restroom, what's up?"

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