Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

Chapter 52 The Essence of Tea - Lim Yoona

Yoona knew that the two of them were watching her.

She didn't seem to care. Instead, she naturally took out her phone, looked down at it, and acted like a regular customer who had just come to buy a cup of coffee.

"Liu Zimu," after a while, seeing that he was really busy, Lin Yoona couldn't help but tap her phone on the bar twice and speak again, "Yesterday's Chaeyoung and the others' concert was great, wasn't it? I saw your photos online."

Liu Zimu's hands paused as he made coffee.

coming!

This scheming woman definitely had an ulterior motive; why was she just passing by?

"Yeah, I went. It was pretty."

"Did you design that hoodie yourself? You're the guy from Shiguang Cafe." After saying that, Lim Yoona couldn't help but laugh. Her doe eyes were curved, and she looked harmless.

Jin Qiutian immediately covered her face in the corner.

She started sobbing softly! She's embarrassed herself in front of the entire peninsula.

Park Chaeyoung's lips twitched, and in the end, she couldn't help but burst out laughing!

Upon hearing this laughter, Jin Qiutian immediately buried her head in a crack in the ground and began to cry.

The seniors all laughed. So, when I get to the practice room this afternoon, where should I hide in the floor?

After making the latte, Liu Zimu put the lid on and placed it on the bar: "Lin Yun'er, here's your latte."

Yoona didn't rush to take it, but instead looked down at the cup of coffee and then looked up at him.

Finally, she looked at Park Chaeyoung and said, "Chaeyoung-ssi, you two have such a good relationship. You even gave him your internal votes."

Before Park Chaeyoung could answer, she turned to Liu Zimu and said, "Will your coffee shop with Sulli sell BLACKPINK collaboration items? If so, remember to let me know, I'll come and support you~"

Liu Zimu paused for a moment, feeling as if he had been choked by a soft knife.

Yoona, she always speaks with hidden meanings.

You scheming green tea b*tch, why don't you just say you're here to support me? Like, in that affected, cutesy tone.

Jin Qiutian's shoulders suddenly started trembling, it was hard to tell whether she was laughing or crying.

Rosé spoke up, her tone slightly coquettish and sweet: "Yoona sunbaenim, my ticket is for oppa so he and Sulli sunbaenim can go to the concert. He's so busy usually, he doesn't have time to see my performance."

Yoona nodded, her smile deepening. "I see, Chaeyoung-ssi, you're so thoughtful. But Liu Zimu is really busy right now, running a coffee shop and being Sulli's boyfriend. Oh, by the way! When he was Joohyun's assistant, I heard that Joohyun and he secretly kissed! He even made time to watch your performance; he seems to really like you guys."

As she picked up her coffee cup, she said, "Oh dear! Come to think of it, Liu Zimu, you've had a really busy day!"

Liu Zimu: Damn it, she was outside when I was kissed by Bae Joo-hyun? No, this woman is cheating!

Park Chaeyoung: A kiss? I kissed Oppa too! Three times!

Lim Yoona smiled, picked up her coffee, walked to the door, and then stopped.

"By the way, Liu Zimu."

Liu Ziming felt a chill run down his spine: "Hmm? Is there something else?"

"I'm rushing to the airport to go to Taipei. I'll bring a gift for Sulli. Do you want me to bring one for your idol too?" she said in Chinese.

Liu Zimu paused for a moment, then replied in Chinese, "No need! Goodbye!"

"You'd better be serious about Shirley!" she said, and then she left.

Park Chae-young and Kim Cheon-ji looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression.

What does this mean?

The door closed, and the wind chimes rang once.

Park Chae-young was still standing in front of the bar, looking towards the entrance.

Liu Zimu looked at her: "Little blondie, what are you still standing here for?"

"Oppa," Rosé turned around, tilted her head to look at him, and narrowed her eyes slightly, "Was Yoona sunbaenim jealous just now?"

"She's not jealous at all; she's just stirring things up."

What is "stirring up trouble"?

"I just love watching the drama unfold." Liu Zimu threw the rag into the sink, splashing water everywhere.

Jin Qiutian finally stood up from the corner, muttering regretfully, "I witnessed the filming of a Korean drama, but the camera suddenly ran out of power."

Park Chae-young checked the time, picked up her coffee, and said, "Oppa, I'm going now!"

Liu Zimu sighed, "Finally, some peace and quiet!"

Jin Qiutian glanced at Liu Zimu, then at the departing Park Chaeyoung, and finally couldn't hold back.

"Oppa, did you forget to check the almanac before you left home today? Why are they all crowding around you? You're such a scumbag, what are they doing?"

Liu Zimu snorted and ignored her.

Half an hour later, someone else came to the door.

This time it was a man, in his forties, wearing a suit and glasses, carrying a file folder.

They look very formal, like a bank employee or a lawyer.

Liu Zimu smiled. This person has come again.

I led him to sit down in the far corner: "Little Qiutian, have a latte."

"Hello Mr. Liu Zimu, it's nice to see you again. I'm here to deliver the relevant documents for the equity transfer." Park Hyun-woo stood up, bowed, and handed over the document bag. "All the formalities have been completed. You just need to sign them."

Liu Zimu took the file bag, opened it, and glanced at it.

Dispatch equity, 15% shareholding.

He closed the file folder, his mind racing.

He currently owns shares in Source Music, shares in Dispatch, 50 million in cash, and a luxury mansion.

To be honest, he, a coffee shop owner, couldn't possibly manage those companies.

He doesn't even know the exact amount of beans he has in his own coffee shop, and you expect him to attend a board meeting?

What a joke.

"Manager Park," Liu Zimu began, "could I find someone to oversee these shares for me?"

Park Hyun-woo paused for a moment, then asked, "Supervision? You mean?"

"I just want to find a professional or organization to manage things for me, and I'll be a hands-off manager. I'll get my share of the profits, and they'll handle the daily tasks. They'll only contact me when there are important decisions to be made. I don't want to go to meetings or look at reports."

Park Hyun-woo adjusted his glasses: "Of course, you can entrust a professional asset management company to manage these shares, set up a dividend agreement and decision-making authority, and you only need to sign off on major matters. However, the specific plan needs..."

"You help me find someone," Liu Zimu interrupted him, "just find someone reliable, that's all I ask."

"Please speak."

"Just don't make me worry."

Park Hyun-woo opened his mouth and smiled: "Mr. Liu, you may not know this, but Future Assets does have this kind of business. And I, Park Hyun-woo, do have some connections in this area."

"I was in charge of the procedures for both of your share transfers."

Liu Zimu smiled: "Okay! Then I'll leave it to you. After you go back, organize the information and then come back to me. From now on, you will be in charge of the equity of these two companies."

Park Hyun-woo smiled too. He didn't ask any more questions, bowed, and said he would go back to draft a plan before leaving.

"By the way, Manager Park, could you please help me smooth things over regarding my trip to the concert? Also, please contact me immediately if Dispatch has any news about me, Sulli, Red Velvet, or BLACKPINK!"

Park Hyun-woo smiled and, without being nosy, said, "Okay, I'll go back and make the arrangements right away!"

He left right after saying that, which really shows his professionalism!

Liu Zimu was happy. Is this the happiness of the rich?

Jin Qiutian finally walked over from the wall, her eyes wide like saucers: "Oppa, I just heard you guys talking about Dispatch? Are you going to expose your relationships with these seniors? If you do, you're dead! Or are you bribing them to stop them from exposing you?"

"Hehe, Xiao Qiutian, I paid them to publish your photos."

"I don't have any photos to share!"

"It's the photo from last night! I want the whole peninsula to see it!"

"Ah! Oppa, I'll fight you to the death!"

Jin Qiutian's words had barely faded—

The wind chimes rang again.