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Text Volume 2 Chapter 1: Return of the Prince

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    Beautiful moments are always so short, and it is a pity that they are fleeting. Fortunately, there is something called memory, which allows people to recall and cherish them from time to time.  To feel the unforgettable emotion of that moment.  .  .  .  .  .

    Feeling the hot temperature coming from the back of the phone, and recalling the voice that sounded in his ears just a few seconds ago, Han Jiahang's lips curved into a shallow but warm smile.  Recalling the complaining words of the other party just now, Han Jiahang could clearly picture in his mind the girl's angrily bulging cheeks and complaining to her mobile phone that she was very tired recently and wanted to rest.  How could he not hear the unconcealed joy in the girl's heart?

    In the quiet midnight, the bright light blocked the silver curtain outside the window. The boy held his mobile phone with both hands and supported his chin. His eyes were full of tenderness as he stared out the window and fell deeply into his own world. The superficial smile at the corner of his mouth.  The smile extended all the way to his eyes.

    "Hehehe, little guy" Suddenly the boy seemed to remember something, and said softly while shaking his head gently with a smile on his face.  Picking up the paper on the table, the boy's eyes flashed with amusement, the corners of his mouth curved in a wide arc, and his face was full of amusement.  "What will happen to you if I let you know this?" It wasn't until a long time that Han Jiahang finally got up, turned off the lights and went to rest.

    A faint ray of moonlight pours in from the window, hitting the table by the window and the paper filled with notes, quietly, as if silently reciting:

    Make a wish

    I like to recall the beauty of memories and let people know how to be grateful

    Who do you want now to listen to your joy and shed tears with you? Hey, long time no see. Please make a wish so that feelings will no longer change so easily.

    Let the heart not be pulled too far away

    I sent a card to an address I felt the recipient was called Forever

    It¡¯s like you hand me another cup of hot coffee, life has your gentle seasoning

    Draw your smiling face and write a message of blessing. Please recite my name silently a hundred times. Sweet dreams will come true when you wake up.

    I am used to feeling that the beauty of memory can make tenderness immortal

    Who do you let kiss your face now and it hurts everything about you? Hey, long time no see. Liang, feelings don¡¯t change so easily anymore. I sent a card to an address that feels like the recipient is forever.

    After a good night¡¯s sleep, Han Jiahang finally woke up after the morning sun shone on the bedside and climbed onto the bed.  He reached for his phone and took a picture of waking up while half asleep, then expertly entered a number and sent it.  After looking at the successfully sent reply, Han Jiahang finally got up and left the bed where Yu Wen was still covered with a smile.  When the number in my mind did not exceed sixty, the phone rang with a text message.  Then, open it like this.  Looking at a familiar fleshy fist inside, the smile on the corner of Han Jiahang's mouth became brighter.  I don¡¯t know since when, Han Jiahang and Taeyeon developed such a hobby.  Every morning when Han Jiahang gets up, he will send the first image of his new day to Taeyeon, and then Taeyeon will always give him a tightly clenched fist in return.  .  .  .  .  .

    At nine o'clock in the morning, a black Bentley quietly slid to the place where Han Jiahang lived. A few minutes later, Han Jiahang, who was dressed up, finally walked out. After that, the black Bentley drove away smoothly without stopping, bringing with it a wisp of white exhaust gas.

    "Master Sun asked me to tell you that five percent of S and M's shares were transferred to your name yesterday." Hearing what Uncle Li, who was driving in front of him, said, Han Jiahang was not at all happy.  Feel.  Thinking of seeing his grandfather again after returning to China, Han Jiahang couldn't help but feel sad.  The originally strong old man seemed to have suddenly entered his twilight years. I hadn't seen him for just a few months, but I didn't expect that the old man had white hair, deep sunken eye sockets, and many more wrinkles. Even the once straight back was slightly wrinkled.  There is a little bit of rickets.  I still remember that I had just stepped into the living room. Before I could salute and ask questions, the other party grabbed my hands. The trembling hands held me tightly. It was difficult to conceal the excitement in the old man's heart at this time. A pair of dim old eyes  His eyes were filled with unspeakable joy.  .  .  .  .  It was from that moment that Han Jiahang deeply understood the old man, his apology, his worries, and his joy. Although he was speechless, Han Jiahang really understood that no matter what the relationship between the two was before, no matter what the relationship between the two was.  Whatever position they hold, at this moment, they are just a pair of ordinary people, an ordinary grandfather and grandson.  .  .  .  .  .

    The car is moving forward, the people are silent, and unknowingly we have arrived at today¡¯s destination.  Looking up at the familiar scenery in front of him, the slight smile on Han Jiahang's lips contained a lot of self-mockery. After going round and round, he finally came back here again, but now that he has entered here again, his identity has been  Slight changes, in addition to the new artists signed by the company again, at the same time?He also became a small decision-maker.  Although 5.6% of the equity is not a lot, it already has a lot of say in s.m, a company with relatively concentrated shares. What's more, who can say for sure in the future, maybe I can get more?  This is not impossible, is it?

    Looking up again at the colorful company logo in the sun, Han Jiahang suddenly felt a sense of confidence that could not be ignored and strode in.  Uncle Li, who had been following closely, felt Han Jiahang's changes, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes as he watched the upright figure's smile become brighter and more friendly.

    Under the guidance of the familiar staff, Han Jiahang finally walked to the conference room, smiled and said hello to Hua Zijian who had been waiting outside the door, and the three of them walked in without stopping.

    This meeting is considered s.  m's extraordinary general meeting of shareholders. In fact, for Han Jiahang, because of Hua Zijian's agent, he does not need to attend such a meeting. However, he came here today for other things, in order to be able to mention things at the next moment.  In order to gain enough weight, he had to appear in person on such occasions.

    "Jiahang is here?" Although he has stepped down from the position of president, Li Xiuman, who is the soul of the company, still has an influence that cannot be underestimated.  Looking at the artist in front of him who he is most satisfied with, the pride in his eyes is impossible to ignore.

    The meeting was chaired by the current president Jin Minying. First, the meeting passed the vote of new shareholders, followed by various reports on the company's related development, as well as a show of hands on some important matters, etc.  A simple meeting took more than an hour.

    "The following is about girls' generation."

    coming.  .  .  Upon hearing the words "Girls' Generation", Han Jiahang's body suddenly sat upright, and his originally sleepy look had long since disappeared.

    "Based on the current situation, Girls' Generation has released its debut single "The World Reunion" on August 3, 2007, and has released its regular album "Girls' Generation" on November 1, 2007 and March 13, 2008.  The first album "babybaby" is in the works. As of October 31, 2008, the sales volume of Girls' Generation's third album is as follows: 58,927 copies of the single "The World We Meet Again"; the regular first album "  "Girls' Generation" cost 16,804; the first album reprinted "BabyBaby" 72,628 copies, with album profits of 85.76 billion won, audio source revenue of 39.57 billion, and advertising and film revenue of 10.02 billion"

    "However, since the Dream Concert Black Sea incident in June 2008, all of Girls' Generation's schedules have been cancelled, except for individual schedules. The required monthly funding is 9.76 billion. If this budget is followed, Girls' Generation's profit-making years will be later.  Moved to 2014¡­¡±

    The conference room was so dull that it was hard to breathe for a while. Even Li Xiuman, who had always been unfaithful, could not hide a trace of nervousness in his eyes at this time. The eyes behind the lenses kept looking at the audience casually.

    "The company cannot continue to bear such losses"

    "If we look at the current situation, Girls' Generation's plan should be considered a failure"

    "However, if we only rely on Girls' Generation's earnings, Girls' Generation's ability to attract money is still considerable, and it should not be called a failure"

    ""

    The spacious conference room became lively for a while, and a group of shareholders who only focused on interests were discussing and arguing with each other.  Looking at the scene in front of him that looked like a vegetable market, Han Jiahang's eyes were full of anger, but his heart was filled with bitterness.  Just because of that ethereal star dream, how much hard work and how much bitterness, only those who have experienced it will understand.  But what about now?  That beautiful dream of stardom turned out to be just with a price tag.  .  .  .  .

    "Girls' Generation cannot be disbanded" Han Jiahang felt weak and exhausted, conveyed his intention to Hua Zijian beside him, and walked out without stopping.  He never wanted to come to that depressing place.  .  .  .  .  .

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