A Knock at Midnight

"I understand how you feel, and I support you." Lin Yuan said, "I believe your group will be very successful."

"Do you really think so? You're not just being polite, are you?" Kim Taeyeon asked in delight.

Everyone knew that Lin Yuan had an exceptionally sharp eye for business.

Over the years, almost none of the films he starred in or projects he invested in had lost money.

In the eyes of investors around the world, Lin Yuan was a walking god of wealth. They wished they could cling to his thigh at all times.

The Wall Street Journal had once described him as having "fingers that turned stone into gold." Even more exaggeratedly, Harvard Business School had incorporated the "Lin Yuan Coefficient" into its risk assessment model last year—whenever he publicly expressed optimism about a project, market confidence rose by an average of 37%.

Now that Lin Yuan had expressed confidence in her group, if it was true, it was practically the greatest possible blessing!

Lin Yuan answered sincerely, "Yes, I'm not just being polite. I believe your group will become a legend in K-pop history."

Kim Taeyeon's breath caught.

After three years as a trainee, she had heard far too many pretty promises.

Company executives said they "had potential," and producers said they were "very special," but no one had ever dared use the word "legend"—just as no one would predict towering heights for a seedling that had yet to break through the soil.

"L-Legend?" Her throat tightened, and she clenched her fists hard. "I wouldn't even dare dream that big. I'd be grateful enough if we didn't end up as background decoration at subway station performances."

Lin Yuan's gaze was utterly certain.

Of course, he knew exactly what heights this trembling young girl before him would one