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Taejonbirok Volume 10 Episode 24
Chapter 62 Laziness, Dangerous (4)
No! That's not it!
Jang Il, who was almost caught off guard by Wi Yeon-ho's rhetoric, shook his head.
It sounds plausible, but isn't that how all information trading works? Just as there are people who buy information from others, there are also people who tacitly consent to the fact that their information is being sold.
“Isn’t this whole world like that?”
"omg."
“Good is good. Are we others?”
“Are you a man?”
“Well, of course it’s someone else. But that’s how the information industry is.”
“I don’t know about that.”
Wi Yeon-ho waved his hand and said.
“Hand it over.”
"what?"
“The money I received.”
“…….”
Jang Il's body trembled. So, was he saying that the reason he called him here was to receive the money he earned by selling his information?
“Hey, you beggar, you money-stealing human!”
“It is a sad fact.”
“Do you really need to take it from a guy who has so much money? I won’t give it to you! No, I can’t give it to you! Just take my head, you rascal!”
When Jang Il started to throw a tantrum, Wi Yeon-ho shrugged his shoulders.
“You can’t give it to me?”
"okay!"
“Okay. Go ahead.”
“…….”
When Wi Yeon-ho started to eat his food calmly, Jang-il became anxious.
The Wi Yeon-ho that he had observed so far was one that did not move easily, but had a strangely persistent side. Wasn't Wi Yeon-ho the kind of person who would pay back the price by any means if he got out of favor or had even the slightest grudge?
But just go.
“……Can I really go?”
“Okay. Go.”
"really?"
“Have I been living a life of deception?”
Jang Il looked at Wi Yeon Ho with a trembling face. Although Wi Yeon Ho had told him to go, his instincts were telling him that he should not leave this place now.
“What happens if you go?”
Jang Il's good point is that he doesn't think deeply. To be exact, he doesn't have the bad habit of struggling with problems that he can't find an answer to even if he thinks about them alone. If he's curious, he just asks.
“What will happen and what will you do, Sogeulgae?”
'That narrow-minded guy is bursting.'
It was a statement that strongly conveyed the meaning of, 'From now on, let's end all private relationships and return to public relations.' If another person spoke like that, you could just buy them a drink later and let them off easy, but Wi Yeon-ho was not the type of person to respond in that way.
He is a very petty guy who cannot be described in words.
“Ugh.”
When I saw Wei Yanho laughing heartily, I immediately wanted to run up to him and bite off his nose, but if I tried that, I would definitely get thrown off the opposite mountain peak before I could even approach the table.
'How can someone so powerful be so petty?'
What on earth was Buddha thinking when he released such a person into the world?
His body was trembling, but he calmly calculated. He weighed the money he had received and the benefits he would gain from continuing his relationship with Wei Yanhu. The scale was tilted to one side and was almost sinking into the ground.
“Ugh.”
But that's how all humans are.
Wouldn't it be painful and sad to give up the sweetness right in front of you for the greater benefit that will come later? Jang Il held back tears.
“Tch… I put it under the bed.”
“Take care of it!”
"yep!"
When Ho-cheol-san beckoned, Nam-gung Yeong-ryeong ran outside in excitement. He was already upset that his friend had taken all his emergency funds, but Nam-gung Yeong-ryeong thought that someone else's misfortune was his happiness and ran out cheerfully.
“Hey, you! How much money do you earn, and you want to take the money from those poor beggars?”
It was a last-ditch effort. But Wei Yanhui was extremely calm.
“That money goes to the beggars?”
"then!"
“Have you never heard of a story about beggars being given food by the government? Then why do beggars go around begging?”
“…….”
“You say that open society makes a lot of money? But why are all the people who belong to open society beggars, living in shacks and begging?”
"uh?"
Jang-il tilted his head.
Now that I think about it, I've never thought of it that way.
“This, this money is used to provide relief to the countless people in the Central Plains.”
A phrase I heard somewhere came to mind.
“No, what kind of relief do you beggars do? You should be the ones receiving relief! If a beggar saves money and helps others, people will say he is a great beggar. They will say that a beggar is doing a beggarly thing.”
“Ugh.”
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In the end, Jang Il only confirmed the simple truth that he should not talk to that guy.
Namgung Yeong-ryeong returned with a very refreshing expression, carrying a chest and placing it at Wi Yeon-ho’s feet. Wi Yeon-ho opened the chest and looked back at Jang Il with a pleased expression.
“Hand it over.”
“What else…….”
“Money set aside and not passed on to the higher-ups.”
“Ugh.”
Jang Il put his trembling hands inside his chest, took out two pouches, and threw them at Wi Yeon-ho.
'A bastard like Sagal.'
Normally, people wouldn't know about this kind of money, but that guy knew his habits so well. It was scary.
“You will really be punished.”
“That’s none of your concern.”
“You will go to hell.”
“It’s better than being a beggar now, so don’t worry about me.”
Jang Il, who had lost everything, slumped his shoulders. Wi Yeon-ho threw two pouches inside and closed the chest lid, pushing it back.
“I will use it well.”
And then he didn't forget to greet them politely. The owners of the store thought that the only thing that had changed was the subject of the robbery, but they thought that this was better than that guy Jang-il taking it.
“You could have just given it to me, but something strange got in the way and things got a bit ambiguous. Anyway, tsk tsk.”
When Wi Yeon-ho looked at him with pitiful eyes, Jang Il quietly got up from his seat.
“……Then let’s go.”
“Where are you going? Aren’t you going to eat?”
“There is no time. It is time to report now.”
"report?"
Jang Il felt conflicted as he looked at Wi Yeon-ho with a curious expression.
'I want to take some medicine.'
I wanted to arouse curiosity and then just leave without telling them the results, but Wei Yanhui was not the type of person to give up laziness for the sake of curiosity. He would just say, 'Oh, okay.'
What made Jang Il sad was that there was absolutely no way to tease Wi Yeon-ho from his current position.
“I would rather die than be sick.”
"what?"
“……I told you last time. There seems to be some suspicious guys approaching this area right now.”
“Did you say that?”
Jang-il smiled brightly.
'I don't need to be careful with my words in front of that guy.'
I'm going to forget it anyway.
“Then isn’t it dangerous?”
Jang-il snorted.
“Where do you think this is?”
“It’s a volcano.”
“Yes, it’s a volcano. It’s a sect that can be counted on one hand in terms of military power among the old sects. The elites of each sect are gathered in that sect now, so how could it be dangerous here?”
“The other party may not know that, so they can come up with a countermeasure.”
“Is it true that a plan is established just because you want to establish it?”
Isn't it Jang Il who still hasn't come up with any countermeasures for Wei Yanho? If we could come up with countermeasures just by knowing the situation, there would be nothing difficult in the world.
“If there is a difference in power, there is a limit to how much you can compensate for with trickery.”
“But there might be a military force like Shin Gi-su over there.”
Jang Il looked at Wi Yeon-ho with pitiful eyes.
“Even Zhuge Liang couldn’t defeat Wei.”
“Wow, I get it in one go.”
“And what, it doesn’t seem like a united organization. It doesn’t seem like there are many of them… They’re on guard, but I don’t know what their purpose is.”
“Oh, okay.”
Wei Yanho had already lost interest.
“Tsk.”
Jang Il sighed as he looked at Wi Yeon-ho.
'I think we should pay some attention to this.'
Like it or not, Wei Yanhu will have a huge influence on the world of martial arts in the future. After winning this competition, Wei Yanhu will be the best in the world, and considering the power that Wei Yanhu has shown in this competition, he will not be left out when discussing the best in the world within ten years.
So, after ten years, whenever a crisis comes to the world of martial arts, the number of people looking for Wei Yanhu will increase… … .
'Is it okay?'
Jang Il's eyes wavered.
When I thought about that human being deciding the big and small matters of the world, my head suddenly started to hurt.
Putting aside the fact that it was annoying, if it was Wei Yanho, no matter what happened, he would not suffer any damage, and in the meantime, he would definitely try to gain an advantage in his movements… … .
To Jang Il, who thought that being the best in the world meant gaining fame and prestige but losing practical benefits, Wi Yeon-ho was a person who did not fit the position at all.
“I wonder what will happen.”
"what?"
“……No. Okay, eat a lot.”
"huh."
Jang Il, who was leaving the living room, turned his head slightly and looked at Wi Yeon-ho again.
Ho-cheol-san, Ak-seo-hee, and others gathered around Wi-yeon-ho, who was eating food.
'They're strangely friendly.'
The people around him evaluated him as the worst, but if you look closely, there were people around him. His classmates were like that, and among the riders below him, he had a bad relationship with Oryong.
The scary thing about Wi Yeon-ho was that he couldn't give a good impression to everyone he met, but he somehow managed to tie them together through a bond of fate.
'Maybe this is the quality of a hero.'
Jang-il shook his head and went outside.
The competition was coming to an end.
After repeated fights, there were only a few left among the many participants.
Usually, a competition starts off as a fun festival and then gets more intense as it goes on, but strangely enough, the atmosphere of this competition seemed to cool down as the days went by.
And at the center of that reason was the person who was now on stage.
"surrender!"
Song Hyeon shouted at the top of his lungs.
"to?"
Wi Yeon-ho tilted his head.
“I just got up there?”
“I surrender! I surrender! I acknowledge that Song Hyeon of the Shaman is no match for Wi Yeon-ho’s small group!”
"to?"
The referee waved his hand.
“Go down, go down.”
"yes!"
Song Hyun went down the stage with a face that showed he was alive.
“Oh, it’s over?”
The referee nodded.
“There’s nothing we can do since the opponent has surrendered. Guangdongwei is Wei Yanhu’s victory.”
“No, if that’s the case, then just surrender first! I came all the way here to bother you!”
Although Wei Yanhu grumbled and left the stage, none of the people in attendance called him arrogant.
“Are there eight left now?”
“That’s right. So now it’s three times and there’s a winner.”
“Then shouldn’t there usually be some debate about who the winner will be around this time?”
“……Who do you think will win?”
“Wei Yan Ho.”
“I think so too. So there’s no need for argument.”
"……ah."
The unfortunate thing about the tournament was that there was such an overwhelming favorite to win, so it didn't get going easily despite being such a big tournament.
But there has always been a minority opinion.
“I don’t think so?”