Chapter 297: The Man of No History
Director Jin was a greasy fat man. When he saw that Qiu Chuji was an old man with silver hair but a stern demeanor, he immediately believed Song Cailing’s words a little.

Then he led Qiu Chuji and Joseph in through a small door on the side, and before they even reached the practice room on the third floor, he had already started his enthusiastic sales promotion.

Even the large entertainment companies in South Korea only launch two or three groups each year, and they have to be divided into male and female groups. There are even fewer people who debut independently, and it often takes several years for an amateur to debut independently.

However, well-established entertainment companies often have a large number of trainees.

Therefore, these trainees have become fat meat in the eyes of many people.

If stars are compared to the ancient courtesans, then trainees are those prostitutes who are still in training. Except for a few who are deliberately retained, most of them are actually sold for a good price early on.

Internet celebrities, bar DJs, business atmosphere groups… many of them have had experience as trainees. It can be said that in South Korea, as long as you have a little bit of connections and are willing to spend a little money, the experience will be excellent.

At this moment, Director Jin obviously believed that Qiu Chuji was a wealthy Chinese man who came to South Korea to look for youth, so on the one hand, he boasted about how rich the company’s trainee resources were, and on the other hand, he expressed how difficult it was to make an appointment with those high-level trainees of Class A and Class B.

Of course, in order to avoid decoupling, Director Jin also said that at special times, some short videos without showing faces can be shot. After a Class A trainee group debuts, the short videos can be turned out and watched together with the performance, which will have a better effect in adding to the fun.

Qiu Chuji had no expression on his face, but Joseph naturally played the role of a secretary and said, “Money is not a problem, but what our boss needs is safety, reliability and no mistakes!”

“Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Joseph’s somewhat awkward but fairly fluent Southern Korean further confirmed Qiu Chuji’s identity as a local tycoon in China.

Director Jin stopped introducing them in English and answered in Korean: “I understand! I understand! They are all well-trained little girls, sensible and obedient, never causing trouble, and have regular physical examinations every month.”

Qiu Chuji still didn’t say anything, but just walked forward.

As a Taoist priest who lives a pure and simple life, he is not good at dealing with these things. They are not important anyway, so he just leaves it to Joseph.

There are nine practice rooms on the third floor, but most of them are large practice rooms. Some are similar to dance training classes. There seem to be a lot of people, but the levels are uneven and there is nothing special to see.

Senior trainees like Song Cailing basically practice in a small practice room because they already have the potential to debut.

At this moment, two men in suits wearing earphones and magic mirrors were guarding the door of the practice room where Song Cailing and the others had originally practiced. They looked very serious and would not let anyone get close easily.

Joseph exchanged a few words with Director Jin, and casually “pointed out” a few terms to Director Jin, mentioning a few so-called “big shots” who were not famous but actually very influential in South Korea, which immediately made Director Jin’s attitude more respectful.

Director Jin also said that he would definitely meet Joseph’s request.

After a while, they arrived at a closed office.

Director Jin turned on the TV wall in the office, and a high-definition image of a practice room appeared on the screen.

Song Cailing, who was following behind, frowned, because the several beautiful girls she was familiar with in the picture were sweating a lot due to practicing dance, so what they wore were not only thin but also irregular, exposing large areas of white. As the dance moves became larger, some benefits would occasionally be given out.

Song Cailing did not stand up for these girls. Most South Koreans are narrow-minded, and the trainees are all in competition with each other. If there is any deep friendship between them, it is mostly marketing.

When Song Cailing first started as a trainee, she experienced a lot of bullying.

There are many reasons for being bullied.

What she cared about was whether someone had seen her from behind the TV wall while she was practicing sometimes?

When she thought about herself dancing hard in front of the mirror, working hard for a chance to debut, while some old guys who could be her uncles or grandfathers were standing in front of the TV, watching her body movements with lewd eyes, she got goose bumps all over and felt sick as if earthworms were crawling all over her.

Director Jin saw that Qiu Chuji was watching seriously and showed an understanding smile on his face. He took out a remote control and adjusted the picture. The angle of the camera changed subtly, so that although the mountains and valleys were obscured, they could be seen clearly.

“Turn the picture back!” Qiu Chuji said coldly.

Director Jin was stunned, not understanding what was wrong with this rich man from China.

“I told you to turn the picture back!” Qiu Chuji turned his head and glanced at Director Jin. The fat man was immediately frightened and cursed inwardly, but he still obediently turned the picture back, allowing the group dance scene in the practice room to be fully presented.

Qiu Chuji watched the dance moves carefully, frowning.

The dancing movements of these girls seemed a little strange and not completely beautiful. Instead, they looked more like some kind of sacrificial dance, but it was neither the real nor the real thing.

“It’s a bit like Nuo opera, but with many changes. It doesn’t seem like paying tribute to the gods, but more like… inviting ghosts?”

“Are there ghosts… in this world?” Something vaguely flashed in Qiu Chuji’s mind, but his soul was unable to be used at this moment, and he ultimately failed to catch the flash of light.

Qiu Chuji turned his head to look at Joseph, who came over and whispered in unskilled Chinese: “This dance should also have been choreographed by Jin Chengxun.”

Qiu Chuji nodded and paid more attention to this guy named “Jin Chengxun”.

“Do you like Seo Joo Jin?”

“You really have a good taste. Although she is less than 1.6 meters tall, she has a good body proportion and fair skin. She just adjusted the corners of her eyes and the shape of her lips. She is a 90% natural beauty!” Director Jin saw that Qiu Chuji was focusing his eyes and misunderstood his meaning. He began to actively introduce her in English, just like a pimp in a brothel.

“However, CEO Choi also took a fancy to her and planned to exchange her body for a debut spot.”

“If you like her and want her to spend a wonderful vacation with you in our Big Stick Netherland, then in addition to paying her leave fees, you will also have to give some compensation to Representative Cui.” Director Jin began to use his skilled words to rip off the fat sheep.

Qiu Chuji gave Joseph a look, indicating that he should deal with Director Jin.

Joseph straightened his tie, took a step forward and gave a very social smile.

Suddenly, Qiu Chuji took a step forward, pulling Joseph and Song Cailing back five or six steps.

At the same time, a black horse suddenly jumped out from the TV that was originally playing the scene in the practice room. On the horse’s back sat a burly general wearing armor, with a strong face, a full beard, holding a steel knife and carrying a bow and arrow.

The moment he rushed out, the horse’s hoof stepped on Director Jin’s chest, kicking him directly and smashing him against the wall, killing him with his flesh and bones torn apart.

The steel knife suddenly exerted force, and a bright blade light slashed towards Qiu Chuji’s forehead, aiming for his life.

clang!
The flying sword swept across, blocking the attack from the sword. At the same time, the sword light burst out and fell towards the general riding on the horse.

The general took out a bow and arrow, drew the bow and shot.

In the relatively small office, the arrow shot out with a terrifying sound of breaking through the air, and arrived in an instant. Qiu Chuji grasped the arrow shaft, and the head and tail of the arrow kept shaking, like a slippery fish, trying to escape from his palm and continue his unfinished mission.

However, Qiu Chuji’s power was too strong. No matter how fast the arrow swung, it could not be shaken at all. It gradually became weak, and its original agility and liveliness disappeared, and it became a dead object.

“I am Yang Wanchun, a general of Goguryeo. I once shot an arrow and blinded the left eye of Emperor Li Shimin of Tang. It is not easy for you to catch my arrow with your bare hands… You are qualified to let me know your name.” The general spoke arrogantly in Southern Korean.

“Nonsense, as far as I know, General Tiance, Khan Tian, ​​and Emperor Tang have never been blind, let alone someone shooting one of his eyes out. What are you… barking like a dog?” Joseph retorted in his awkward South Korean.

The identification with Chinese culture is rooted in the entire Asian cultural circle.

No matter whether Joseph was of Singaporean, Annamitian, Malay, or even island nationality or Taiwanese origin… he could not tolerate the guy in front of him who called himself “Yang Wanchun” and slandered the great Tang Emperor Li Shimin.

You know, outside of China, almost all places where large numbers of Chinese or even Asians live are generally called Chinatowns. The identification with the Tang Dynasty is even higher than the identification with ethnicity and country for many people.

In the eyes of many Westerners, South Korea, island countries and even Southeast Asia are all part of China.

They would even blame some Chinese students, asking them why they didn’t allow South Korea and the island countries to become independent.

This is actually the sensory error that cultural phenomena bring to Westerners.

A person of South Korean or island nationality, but talking about Tang this and that, Song this and that, and you still say you are not the same kind of person?

Song Cailing also sneered, and the dissatisfaction in her heart even overwhelmed the fear she had just felt.

“First of all, Goguryeo is not Goryeo. It was a local regime that once occupied Northeast my country. It has nothing to do with South Korea. Or… your ancestors of South Korea were crushed by Goguryeo and brought to this barren land.”

“Secondly, the general of Goguryeo was Liang Wanchun, not Yang Wanchun. He was not capable of shooting the eyes of the Tang emperor blind. His eyes were not even qualified to see the Tang emperor’s chariot.”

“Finally, what are you barking about!”

Song Cailing hid behind Qiu Chuji like an angry little wild cat.

She has already made up her mind that she will not stay in South Korea anymore and will not make her debut!
It’s so dirty, it’s a fart!

I will first register a number of accounts in China and expose the dirty laundry of South Korean entertainment industry. Once I gain popularity, I will return to China and sell goods for a year. Then I will immediately become financially free. Isn’t this much better than working like a slave in South Korea?
“You ignorant youngster, you are talking nonsense…”

“Look, I’m going to kill you now, chop off your heads, and take them outside Chang’an City, so that you can see how I break through Chang’an City.” Yang Wanchun screamed in surprise and swung his sword again.

This time, he had some time to accumulate strength, and the sword light he swung almost condensed into substance.

Qiu Chuji originally held the flying sword with two fingers, intending to easily pierce Yang Wanchun’s body with one sword, but suddenly his eyebrows jumped, and his soul, which was fixed and unable to move at all, actually had a slight reaction.

Qiu Chuji immediately changed his approach, cut his fingers with his fingertips, used the flying sword to drive his body, and quickly went behind Yang Wanchun.

He formed a seal with one finger, and the blood from his fingertips pressed out the energy in his body, drawing a talisman to suppress ghosts, while silently chanting the name of ‘The Great Emperor of Immortality in the South Pole’.

After the talisman was completed, a mysterious light flashed and was injected into Yang Wanchun’s body.

Yang Wanchun, with a ferocious face, was immediately frozen in place as if he was trapped in ice… along with the horse he was riding.

Qiu Chuji placed his hand on Yang Wanchun’s back and could feel that as the ghost-suppressing talisman took effect, a trace of spiritual energy was extracted, giving his sealed soul some room to move.

“Is he a ghost?”

“wrong!”

“Judging from the reactions of Joseph and Song Cailing, there has never been a person like Yang Wanchun in the history of this world… This is still just the self-entertainment of the Koreans.”

“If it’s not a ghost, why can it be controlled by the ghost-suppressing talisman? And even be able to extract a trace of spiritual energy and unlock a trace of the soul blockade?”

“This world really does have many secrets.” Qiu Chuji thought to himself as he activated the ghost-suppressing talisman.

The talisman flashed, and Yang Wanchun was taken into the talisman, condensing into a blood-colored talisman paper that fell into Qiu Chuji’s palm.

After putting this item in his arms, Qiu Chuji can use this talisman to force his soul to break the seal for three seconds. The price is that Yang Wanchun, who is sealed in the talisman, will be completely destroyed.

“This Yang Wanchun must have been created by a television.”

“Its function is to turn fiction into reality.” When Joseph saw that Qiu Chuji subdued Yang Wanchun effortlessly, he felt that his decision was correct.

Qiu Chuji was thinking, since the TV could create Yang Wanchun, and Yang Wanchun could help his soul break free, then if he seized the TV and refined it, wouldn’t he be able to open his soul again in this world?

As long as the soul can move, the small world can also communicate.

In this way, all the restrictions on Qiu Chuji’s body are opened.

When all restrictions are removed, no matter what Qiu Chuji wants to continue doing in this world, it will be more convenient and smoother.

Against thermal weapons?
Physical resistance to nuclear bombs?
No, no!
With his primordial spirit, Qiu Chuji would never be bombed by thermal weapons, and it would be even more impossible for anyone to issue an order to launch nuclear weapons at him.

Even if humans who have not attained extraordinary powers hold the Dragon Slaying Sword, their mortal eyes cannot see a real dragon, let alone capture its trajectory.

“We have been discovered, let’s move immediately!” No matter what thoughts were surging in Qiu Chuji’s mind, he remained calm on his face.

The South Korean government suddenly activated the power of television and sent Yang Wanchun to deal with him. There must have been a leak somewhere, and the South Koreans used him as a target.

Fortunately, the South Koreans were stingy and were reluctant to use a big move against Qiu Chuji. They thought they could just send an imaginary Yang Wanchun to shoot Qiu Chuji to death.

If the Koreans go crazy and create a Korean version of Sun Wukong, then… even if this Sun Wukong is a beggar version, given Qiu Chuji’s current situation and condition, he may not be able to withstand it.

Now that Qiu Chuji has sealed Yang Wanchun first, he has the trump card of unlocking his soul in three seconds, which makes him more confident.

I just hope the Koreans can do more good things and send a few more easy-to-cook smuggled animals over so we can capture them all at once and make up the three minutes.

Qiu Sanfen always sounds much better than Qiu Sanmiao, doesn’t it?
(End of this chapter)