At Jeju International Airport.

Unlike the usual desertedness, Jeju Airport today is particularly lively. Media from all over South Korea have come here, as if waiting for the arrival of some big shots...

"What day is today?" Chen Zheng asked strangely.

"Sunday?" Damien's answer was a bit funny.

"...I'm asking, where do so many reporters come from?" Chen Zheng sighed.

"Who knows." Damien grabbed a handful of snacks and stuffed them into his mouth - seeing that his movements were obviously infected by black Evera.

"Okay, I'll ask." Chen Zheng rolled his eyes. American human-machine is not good at all... There is no price for them at all.

"Oh, go and go back quickly." Damien said innocently.

"..." Chen Zheng glared at him fiercely.

"What? Is it touching my face?" Damien looked at Chen Zheng strangely, took out his cell phone as a mirror to look at his face...

This guy is helpless!

Chen Zheng turned around and left.

Today, the two are here to receive the first batch of trainees.

Because of the recent lack of harmonious relations between South Korea, several of the first trainees had visas. Although the coordination between foreign-related departments was successfully resolved, it was a little late in the end.

Now, Chen Zheng came to pick up people, not only Damien, but also Evera, waiting in the bus.

Not many people know about the news of the trainee's departure, and the confidentiality measures for foreign-related departments are still quite good. With the online version of "The War of the Insects" so popular, there was no news from the domestic media, which obviously took it seriously.

But what happened to these Korean journalists? They got the news from it!?

With doubts in his heart, Chen Zheng naturally had to figure this out.

Logically speaking, Damien's questioning would actually be better. After all, the United States is also a Korean father, and Americans have the advantage of generation gap in front of Koreans.

However, that was just a pretender... After seeing that he didn't respond, Chen Zheng suddenly felt that it would be better not to alert the enemy in this matter. Damien's Western face was still too eye-catching at this time.

"Give it to me." Chen Zheng turned his heels and returned to Damien.

"What?" Damien was stunned.

"Translator..." Chen Zheng waved, and the round patch fell off Damien's collar and flew directly into Chen Zheng's palm.

"Watt...oh Shet..." Without the translator, Damien's mouth of cow dung smelled English came out again...

Chen Zheng ignored the cowboy behind him and directly put the translator on his collar, and chose a Korean reporter sitting on the side fiddling with the camera and came over.

"Hi, hello." Chen Zheng greeted in fluent Korean.

"Hello." The man looked up at Chen Zheng, and continued to fiddle with the camera.

"Can I sit here?" Chen Zheng asked with a smile.

"Yes." The reporter didn't look up and said in a muffled voice.

"It's so lively today... Is there any big news?" Chen Zheng asked curiously.

"A group of Chinese guys are coming." The reporter snorted.

Chen Zheng frowned, but in order to obtain information, he had to ask exaggeratedly:

“…This is Jeju International Airport?”

"Of course? Why..." The Korean reporter was stunned.

"There are Chinese people coming here every day! I'm here to pick up the plane this time... What's the news?" Chen Zheng waved his hand as if he was contemptuous.

"This time... is different." The reporter hesitated for a moment.

"What's the difference? It's just the difference between being rich and being very rich."

Chen Zheng remembered the reporter's competitive spirit, looked back at his colleagues around him, leaned closer and whispered: "Anyway, you will see it later, so it's okay to tell you... It's a tour group to come."

"Tourism group!?" Chen Zheng was stunned.

"Yes, it's been more than eight months! This is the first tour group! We have survived..." Although the reporter said this, his face was still very unhappy.

"But I don't seem to be very happy?"

"That's right! The Chinese are dirty and noisy, and they even urinate and defecate anywhere... If it were me, I would rather not make their money! It would be better not to come! Clean!"

The Korean reporter muttered.

Chen Zheng didn't listen carefully to the following words, mainly because he was nagging and complaining - he didn't know if his house was near the scenic spot, so he looked very annoying about the arrival of tourists.

But this is the case in this world. Everything is about money... Even a president of a country will bow his head happily in front of money.

"You are busy, I'll go to the toilet." After Chen Zheng said goodbye to the reporter, he gathered a thin lightsaber while he was not paying attention and cut it directly towards his belt...

With a prank-up smile on his face, Chen Zheng happily returned to Damien.

"Boss, what's wrong?" Damien asked casually.

"It has nothing to do with us when interviewing the tour group." Chen Zheng waved his hand and sat down again.

"Hey, boss, can you pay me back?" Damien looked at the translator on Chen Zheng's collar.

"Hmph, you can learn Chinese first. When I learned 3,000 commonly used words, I will 'lent' you."

"Oman... don't want it?"

"That's it."

"You are the head, you have the final say..." Damien took a last look helplessly.

Time passed by the two of them chatting and fucking, and soon the flight carrying trainees landed.

Unfortunately, when Chen Zheng and the others stood up, the reporters also stood up...

"It must be a flight..." Chen Zheng was suddenly a little depressed, but the facts also proved that the flight that the Korean journalists were waiting for was also this one.

"Head? We?" Damien pointed to the long spears and short cannons in front of him.

"Low, keep it low." Chen Zheng didn't want to let the trainees expose them too early.

“OK.”

"thump……"

Suddenly, a trace of riot occurred among the reporters. I turned my head and looked over and saw the reporter who had belittled the Chinese before, and was now throwing his white butt to the ground.

"Crack click..."

The reporters' sense of news is naturally keen. While the runner was still moaning, many long guns and short cannons were aimed at his white fart and said, "Smack and Smack"

"...Fuck!" Chen Zheng almost laughed out loud. The effect was much better than what he had thought before - it would be too ironic if this matter came to the report.

However, most reporters are still very honest and run to the pick-up office to seize the best position... As the saying goes, there are gains and losses. Although they did not take pictures of interesting nonsense, they got a good position.

Chen Zheng frowned, letting these reporters block the front...

"I have to make a phone call..."

Chen Zheng took out his cell phone and just dialed it. Before he could tell the team to come out later, he saw a group of young people rushing out from the other end of the corridor.

"Tell the team members to be careful to hide from the camera, and I'll be waiting for you outside." After that, Chen Zheng hung up the phone.

“Dududu…”

The leader rushed out of the passage with his cell phone... and then he was stunned.

Countless flashes flashed "slap" and they were flashing.

"..." Just as he wanted to stop the players behind, the first batch of trainees rushed out, and the leader could only lead the team into the long spear with a wry smile.

"Welcome to South Korea, what do you think about China-South Korea relations?"

"Do you think China-South Korea relations have been restored? Will the flower-growing government lift unfair sanctions on South Korean companies?"

“What products would you consume in Korea?”

"Will your next trip plan be placed in Korea?"

“…”

The reporters' problems almost made the team leader collapse. They could only walk forward with a tough bullet and waved their hands and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please give me..."

However, the road had long been blocked by the reporters' three layers inside and three layers inside. Even if the people inside wanted to retreat, there was no place... so it was blocked in a while.

"Hahaha! South Korea! I'm here!!"

While the team members in front were entangled with the reporters' brigade, a group of people surged out of the passage. These people were of different ages, all of them were old and young. A group of people were playing chess pieces and walked out of the passage with a smile, with their faces blooming happily.

The group of people didn't rush to leave when they saw the crowded front. After lined up one by one, they opened a banner with a line of big words on it: The starting group of the icebreaking journey!

"Icebreaking Journey!" Chen Zheng was already trying to turn his head and leave. Suddenly, he saw these big words, and his eyebrows were unconsciously twisted into pieces.

Breaking the ice!?

What kind of ice is broken!?

Someone slapped you and threw shit at your door. You ignored him for more than half a year, but before the shit was shit was shoveled away, you ran to someone to "break the ice" with a large bag of gifts?
To be continued...