49: Chapter 50 Cultural Export - Increased Favorability

Apgujeong, Yunmengze Building.

Qian Xu stood in front of the third-floor window.

Looking at the night view of Seoul outside the window.

Neon lights flickered.

Traffic flowed like a river.

In the distance was the skyline of Gangnam District.

He held his phone.

The screen displayed the system data.

[South Korea's favorability toward China: 27.5%]

He smiled.

From 27.3% to 27.5%.

It increased by 0.2%.

Although it wasn't much.

But the trend was positive.

He continued looking down.

[Daily quota: 11.5 billion KRW]

It was 100 million more than before.

After the system broke through a milestone.

The quota also increased.

He continued scrolling down.

[Cultural export platform: +1]

[Yunmengze Entertainment · CU Cultural Creative Zone]

Qian Xu was stunned for a moment.

Cultural export platform +1?

He tapped to open the details.

Lines of data popped up on the screen.

[Cultural export platform list]

Yunmengze Entertainment (T-ARA comeback project)

CU Convenience Store Chinese Cultural Creative Zone (20 pilot stores)

[Influence: Beginner]

[Cumulative cultural export value: 1.278 million]

Qian Xu looked at that number.

1.278 million.

This was the cultural export value.

It was the system's metric for measuring cultural influence.

He smiled.

This was just the beginning.

He put away his phone.

Looking at the night view of Seoul outside the window.

The lights of Cheongdam-dong.

The office buildings in Gangnam District.

The Han River shimmered in the distance.

This city.

He had been here for two years.

From a discriminated-against wage earner.

To today's Yunmengze boss.

From having no savings left.

To 11.5 billion KRW per day.

From one person.

To having the six members of T-ARA.

Having a team of international students.

Having a partnership with CU.

He smiled.

His phone vibrated.

He looked down.

It was a message from Jeon Bo-ram.

"Mr. Qian, let's have breakfast together tomorrow."

Qian Xu was stunned for a moment.

Breakfast?

He replied.

"Sure, what time?"

"Seven o'clock!"

"At my place!"

"I'll cook!"

Qian Xu smiled.

"Okay."

"See you at seven."

Jeon Bo-ram replied quickly.

"Okay!"

"I'll wait for you!"

"Good night!"

"Good night."

Qian Xu put away his phone.

Looking at the night view outside the window.

Tomorrow morning at seven.

At Jeon Bo-ram's place.

Having breakfast.

He thought about tonight's dinner party.

Six people at his place.

Eating barbecue.

Drinking.

Chatting.

Jeon Bo-ram had too much to drink.

Her face was flushed.

Leaning on his shoulder.

Ham Eun-jung was laughing nearby.

Park So-yeon's eyes were gentle.

Park Hyomin and Lee Qri were chatting.

Park Ji-yeon was singing.

In that moment.

He felt very warm.

He walked downstairs.

The first-floor lobby.

The lights were still on.

Li Xue was still at the front desk organizing files.

"President Qian, are you leaving?"

"Yes."

Qian Xu nodded.

"You should get off work early too."

"Okay!"

Li Xue smiled.

"Today's sales data is out."

"CU Cultural Creative Zone."

"Second-day sales were 82 million KRW."

"Even higher than yesterday."

Qian Xu smiled.

"Good."

"Keep it up."

"Mm!"

He walked out of the building.

Standing on the streets of Apgujeong.

The night breeze blew over.

It was a bit chilly.

He looked up at the sky.

There weren't many stars.

But one was very bright.

He thought about the system data.

27.5% favorability.

11.5 billion KRW.

Cultural export platform +1.

He smiled.

Tomorrow.

Another new day.

He drove back to Cheongdam-dong.

On the way.

His phone vibrated again.

It was a message from Ham Eun-jung.

"Mr. Qian, are you free tomorrow morning?"

"I want to talk to you about the MV."

Qian Xu replied.

"I have an appointment at seven in the morning."

"I'm free after eight."

Ham Eun-jung replied quickly.

"Okay, see you at the company at eight."

"Good night."

"Good night."

Qian Xu put down his phone.

Continued driving.

The streets of Cheongdam-dong were very quiet.

The streetlights were dim yellow.

He thought about Jeon Bo-ram's message.

"Let's have breakfast together tomorrow."

He smiled.

This soft and cute neighbor.

Always puts people in a good mood.

Back in Cheongdam-dong.

Parked the car.

Took the elevator upstairs.

The hallway was very quiet.

He walked to his door.

Glanced at the door next door.

The lights in Jeon Bo-ram's place were still on.

He smiled.

Opened the door.

Walked in.

Changed into slippers.

Sat on the sofa.

Opened his phone.

Looked at the system data again.

[South Korea's favorability toward China: 27.5%]

He smiled.

Tomorrow.

Will the favorability increase again?

He didn't know.

But the trend was positive.

He stood up.

Walked to the window.

Looking at the Seoul night view.

The lights of Cheongdam-dong.

The office buildings in Gangnam District.

The Han River shimmered in the distance.

This city.

Was slowly changing.

Because of Yunmengze.

Because of T-ARA.

Because of the CU Cultural Creative Zone.

Because of cultural export.

He smiled.

His phone vibrated again.

Still Jeon Bo-ram.

"Mr. Qian, are you asleep?"

"Not yet."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Just wanted to confirm."

"Tomorrow morning at seven."

"Don't forget."

Qian Xu smiled.

"I won't forget."

"Okay!"

"Then I'm going to sleep!"

"Good night!"

"Good night."

Qian Xu put down his phone.

Looking at the night view outside the window.

Smiled.

Tomorrow morning at seven.

At Jeon Bo-ram's place.

Having breakfast.

He didn't know what she would make.

But it would definitely be delicious.

He thought about the kimbap she made.

Thought about the instant noodles she cooked.

Thought about the pork belly she grilled today.

Smiled.

This soft and cute girl.

Always makes one look forward to things.

He checked the time.

Eleven o'clock at night.

Time to sleep.

He walked into the bedroom.

Changed into pajamas.

Lay on the bed.

Closed his eyes.

Images of today appeared in his mind.

CU Convenience Store.

Cultural Creative Zone.

Customers holding panda dolls.

Hugging The Palace Museum notebooks.

The Korean labels designed by Jeon Bo-ram.

Neatly stuck on the shelves.

Then the dinner party at night.

Six people at his place.

Eating barbecue.

Drinking.

Chatting.

Jeon Bo-ram leaning on his shoulder.

Ham Eun-jung laughing nearby.

Park So-yeon's eyes were gentle.

Park Hyomin and Lee Qri chatting.

Park Ji-yeon singing.

In that moment.

He felt very happy.

He opened his eyes.

Looking at the ceiling.

Smiled.

Tomorrow.

Another new day.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

At Jeon Bo-ram's place.

Having breakfast.

Eight o'clock.

Meet Ham Eun-jung at the company.

Talk about the MV.

Then.

There are many things to do.

T-ARA comeback.

CU Cultural Creative Zone expansion.

Yunmengze development.

Cultural export.

He closed his eyes.

Smiled.

Good night.

Seoul.

Good night.

Jeon Bo-ram.

The next morning at 6:50.

Qian Xu was woken up by the alarm.

He got up.

Washed up.

Changed clothes.

White shirt.

Black trousers.

Simple and clean.

He checked his phone.

Jeon Bo-ram sent a message.

"Mr. Qian, are you up?"

"I'm up."

"I'm coming over immediately."

"Okay!"

"I'm ready!"

Qian Xu walked out the door.

Stood in the hallway.

Knocked on Jeon Bo-ram's door.

The door opened.

Jeon Bo-ram stood at the door.

Wearing a pink apron.

Hair tied in a bun.

No makeup.

But her skin was glowing white.

"Mr. Qian! Good morning!"

"Good morning."

Qian Xu smiled.

"What did you make?"

"You'll know when you come in!"

Jeon Bo-ram stepped aside.

Qian Xu walked in.

Stunned.

On the dining table.

There were two bowls of porridge.

A plate of pan-fried dumplings.

A dish of kimchi.

And two cups of soy milk.

"This is..."

"Chinese-style breakfast!"

Jeon Bo-ram smiled.

"I learned it online yesterday."

"White porridge with pan-fried dumplings."

"And kimchi and soy milk."

"Try it and see if it's good."

Qian Xu walked to the dining table.

Sat down.

Picked up a spoon.

Scooped a spoonful of white porridge.

Blew on it.

Put it in his mouth.

The rice was cooked until very soft.

It melted in his mouth.

"Delicious."

He smiled.

"Really?"

Jeon Bo-ram's eyes lit up.

"Really."

Qian Xu picked up another pan-fried dumpling.

Dipped it in vinegar.

Took a bite.

Thin skin and big filling.

Very fragrant.

"This is also delicious."

"That's great!"

Jeon Bo-ram also sat down.

Picked up the porridge bowl.

"I studied for a long time last night."

"I was afraid it wouldn't taste good."

"It's very delicious."

Qian Xu looked at her.

"You are very talented."

Jeon Bo-ram blushed.

"Thank you, Mr. Qian."

The two ate breakfast.

Sunlight shone in from outside the window.

Very warm.

"Mr. Qian, are you busy today?"

Jeon Bo-ram asked.

"I have to talk to Ms. Eun-jung about the MV in the morning."

"I have to go check on CU in the afternoon."

"What about you?"

"I have to go to the company to practice in the morning."

"I'm free in the afternoon."

"Do you want to go see a movie together?"

Jeon Bo-ram was stunned for a moment.

"See a movie?"

"Yes."

Qian Xu smiled.

"A Chinese movie was recently released."

"It's about Chinese kung fu."

"I want to see the reaction of Korean audiences."

Jeon Bo-ram's eyes lit up.

"Okay!"

"I'm free in the afternoon!"

"Let's go see it together!"

"Okay."

Qian Xu smiled.

"Then I'll buy the tickets."

After finishing breakfast.

Jeon Bo-ram cleared the dishes.

Qian Xu stood by the window.

Looking at Cheongdam-dong outside the window.

The sun was very good.

The breeze was very comfortable.

He opened his phone.

Looked at the system.

[South Korea's favorability toward China: 27.5%]

He smiled.

Today.

Another new day.

Cultural export.

Is still continuing.