Chapter 11 KSE Entertainment

Chapter 11 KSE Entertainment

Chapter 11 KSE Entertainment
Zhongzheng Road, Qichang Law Firm.

An Rushong walked out of the glass door on the first floor of the law firm carrying a bulging briefcase. He looked at the electronic watch on his wrist, then looked up at the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, sighed, then walked to the side of the road and hailed a taxi.

"KSE Entertainment, Liling Road, Shuixidong," After getting into the taxi, An Rushong placed the briefcase on his thighs and casually told the driver an address. Then he unzipped the briefcase and took out a bound document from it.

The taxi started slowly, turned around on the road, and headed south.

Suseo-dong belongs to Gangnam District, yes, the Gangnam District with "Gangnam Style", which is known as the most prosperous area in Seoul.

In today's Seoul, Gangnam District is also the richest and most prosperous area, but its real core areas are the three holes of Sinsa, Apgujeong and Cheongdam in the north.

As for the south, for example, Shuixidong, it is still a backward area, and as for the high-speed rail station, it has not been planned yet.

In the car, An Rushong was looking through the documents he had just received from the law firm. This was the grant notice of the appearance and utility model patent applications for the "Screaming Chicken". With this thing, he would hold the two patents related to the "Screaming Chicken".

Of course, he has not actually obtained the patent authorization yet, because the relevant application still has an eight-month public notice period.

However, from today onwards, if there are products on the market that conflict with the two patents, An Rusong can sue the other party for infringement, unless the other party can prove that their products have applied for relevant patents at an earlier time.

After browsing the two patent documents, the taxi drove into a narrow and old street. Looking out from the car, we could see three-story buildings with dilapidated appearance standing on both sides of the street. Some dull and faded signs were hung on the buildings, giving a strong sense of age.

After paying the driver, An Rusong pushed the door and got out. When he walked onto the sidewalk, he looked up at the three-story building in front of him. The exterior wall of the building was inlaid with tiles. Originally, these tiles should have been milky white, but now they have turned grayish yellow due to wind and rain, and there are large stains caused by water in some places.

On the roof of the building, there is a sign with "KSE Entertainment" written in white Korean on a blue background, and there are two phone numbers in the lower right corner.

Carrying his briefcase, An Rusong walked directly into the main entrance of the building. Behind the old aluminum alloy glass door was a lobby of about 40 square meters. There was no reception desk in the lobby, but in the left corner, there were some packaging boxes piled up in a mess. Judging from the words and patterns printed on the boxes, there were dozens of rice cookers.

In front of the wall on the right, there were two young men wearing plaid short-sleeved T-shirts.

Two young men were smoking together. When they saw An Rushong walking in from outside, they all looked at him, with unfriendly eyes.

An Rusong took the business card out of his pocket, flashed it to the two young men, and said, "I'm looking for Zhao Chenghao, Executive Director Zhao. I've already contacted him and confirmed this meeting."

After hearing what he said, the two young men looked him up and down, and one of them said, "Wait here."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the stairs.

An Rusong was not in a hurry. He looked around and suddenly asked the remaining young people, "Why, does your company still operate rice cooker-related businesses?"

"Someone used it to pay off a debt," the young man said carelessly.

An Rusong understood.

Just when he was thinking about asking something else, the young man appeared on the stairs again. He didn't come down, but stood at the corner of the stairs, waved at An Rusong, and said, "Hey, you, follow me."

An Rushong nodded to the young man next to him again, then walked towards the stairs.

After going up the stairs and arriving at the second floor, the young man leading the way stopped in front of a white single door. He stood by the door, threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, stepped on it, and then reached out to push the door open, shaking his head at An Rushong.

An Rusong smiled and walked over with the briefcase. When he reached the door, he poked his head inside and took a look.

Hey!
The small office, which was less than 20 square meters, was filled with thick light blue smoke, and it was almost impossible to see anything. In this fairyland-like smoke, six or seven people gathered in front of a low table, clacking flower cards.

Among these people was Zhao Chenghao, the company's executive director. He had just thrown two cards into the sea, looked up and saw An Rusong at the door, so he stuffed the remaining cards to a young man beside him, stood up, looked at An Rusong and asked, "What are you doing here? Did you collect the 20 billion, or are you here to show off your romantic encounter?"

After he finished speaking, the guys who were playing cards laughed out loud. Recently, they have been keeping a close eye on the Sun family, fearing that Sun Manzhu and the others would find a chance to run away. It is precisely because they have been keeping a close eye on them that they know that An Rusong has been living in the big house of the Sun family. A young and strong man living with two young women, and these two women are mother and daughter. This ambiguous situation is really too tempting.

"Neither," An Rusong was not angry. He still stood at the door and said with a smile, "I am here to seek cooperation. I hope to make money and get rich with Mr. Zhao."

"Oh," Zhao Chenghao was happy. He walked around the coffee table and sat down on the sofa opposite. He crossed his legs and said in a joking tone, "I like making money, and I like getting rich even more, but I don't like 'one piece'."

A few guys who were playing cards also stopped. They looked at An Rushong and laughed loudly.

"But, for your sake," Zhao Chenghao continued, but he stopped abruptly after he had just begun to speak, and then changed the subject, "For your sake of coming here, I can listen to what you want to say."

An Rushong pursed his lips. Although Zhao Chenghao stopped talking in time, he could guess what the other party wanted to say.

Let's take a look at what Zhao Chenghao's position is. He is the executive director of this entertainment company. In the Korean corporate system, this position is often ranked third in a company, after the chairman and president.

So the question is, who is the chairman of this entertainment company? Who is the president? So, the middle-aged man that day appeared in front of An Rusong. At that time, he thought the middle-aged man was a lawyer, but now it seems that he guessed wrong.

However, no matter what the middle-aged man's identity is, it has no impact on today's meeting. After all, if the middle-aged man is not here, even if he is here, it may not be easier for An Rushong to convince him than to convince Zhao Chenghao. After all, the latter is younger and more receptive to the business of online games.

Still not entering the house, An Rusong stood at the door and asked, "Excuse me, Mr. Zhao, do you know the game "Dungeons & Dragons"? "

"Tsk!" After hearing his question, Zhao Chenghao showed a look of disdain, and he was even too lazy to answer.

"Brother Cheng Hao is a DNF expert," a guy sitting at a low table answered for him, "I don't know how many people he has helped to defeat Headless."

"Oh?" An Rusong was delighted. Since Zhao Chenghao was also playing DNF, then this matter would be easier to explain. "Since Executive Zhao knows about this game, then it would be easier to explain."

After a pause and arranging his words, he continued, "It's like this. I made a small program that can modify some parameters of this game, thereby reducing the difficulty of the game and helping the users of the program to clear the levels more easily."

Zhao Chenghao was a little confused. He blinked a few times and asked in confusion: "What applet, what parameters, what are you talking about?"

"To put it simply, I made an auxiliary modifier that can modify the character skills in DNF," An Rusong further said, "To be more specific, my modifier can modify all the skills of the game characters into earth fire, multiple earth fire."

He emphasized, "The whole screen is full of underground fire."

A screen full of underground fire?
This thing was a bit beyond Zhao Chenghao's cognition. He was confused for a while. But the guy who spoke just now was the first to speak: "The whole screen is full of fire. How is that possible?! This is not a stand-alone game. Can I use a modifier?!"

"It's very simple. If Director Zhao had a computer now, I can demonstrate it on the spot," An Rushong said, spreading his hands.

This time Zhao Chenghao understood. He stood up from the sofa, grabbed the belt around his waist with both hands, pulled it up hard, and then strode towards the door.

When he walked to the door and stood in front of An Rusong, he pointed at his face and threatened: "You'd better not lie to me, otherwise, even if..."

At this point, he paused again, then remained silent for half a second, threw his hand vigorously, and said, "Follow me!"

After saying that, he pushed aside An Rusong who was blocking the door, strode into the corridor, and walked straight towards the stairs. The guys in the room were obviously also people who were up to no good, they rushed out and pushed An Rusong away.

The group went up to the third floor, and Zhao Chenghao was the first to walk to a half-open door. Without even using his hands, he just lifted his foot, kicked the door open with a thud, and walked in.

An Rushong followed closely behind, and when he entered the door, he found that it was a place similar to a dance studio. The east and west walls were covered with large mirrors, and there was a dance pole across the north wall facing the window.

When the group of people rushed in, there were six or seven girls in black dance costumes stretching their legs next to the barre.

(End of this chapter)