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Taejonbirok Volume 4 Episode 15
Chapter 28 – The Lazy Man's Worries (2)
The next morning.
“Wow, what the heck…….”
As Jin So-ah opened the door and looked for Wi Yeon-ho, she was hit by a flying pillow as soon as she opened the door and rolled on the floor.
“Aren’t you even sleeping?”
“It’s strange that you’re still sleeping at this hour.”
“……I’d rather die than suffer.”
Jin So-ah was delighted to see Wi Yeon-ho getting up without saying anything. Normally, someone who would have been lying down again, clutching the blanket, wondering if he would live or die, was getting up on his own.
Jin So-ah suddenly checked that the sun had risen in the west, and then looked at Wi Yeon-ho again after confirming that the sun had risen in the east.
"why?"
"no."
'Where does it hurt?'
Although it was something that could not be expressed verbally, the sight of Wei Yanhui pulling away the blanket with his own hands was comparable to a blind person opening his eyes or a cripple getting up.
“Okay.”
Wi Yeon-ho also sighed repeatedly, as if he was not used to seeing himself like that, and walked out in a shaky manner.
"let's go."
“Huh? Where are you going?”
“You want to be successful?”
“Yes.”
“Then don’t be silent and follow me.”
"yep."
Jin So-ah, who already had absolute trust in Wi Yeon-ho, followed Wi Yeon-ho without asking any more questions.
“But I need to tell my sister?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“…….”
Jin Ye-ran watched the two people disappearing out the front door from afar with anxious eyes.
“But where are you going?”
“……That guy really talks a lot.”
“Then go quickly.”
Wi Yeon-ho's gait was literally that of a gentleman.
Never rushing, but walking very slowly but surely toward one's goal was a model for many scholars.
'Just straighten your back and raise your shoulders a little.'
If it weren't for his half-closed eyes, hunched shoulders, and half-bent back that made him look like a hundred-year-old man, I wouldn't mind looking at him like that, but he looked perfectly fine and I couldn't figure out why he walked like that.
“But this road…….”
I looked up, feeling like it was a familiar road, and saw the Milky Way battlefield in the distance.
“Are you going to the Galaxy Battlefield?”
"okay."
“Would you like to borrow some money?”
Even after speaking, Jin So-ah thought that she had said something ridiculous. Wei Yan-ho was already incredibly rich. Of the two hundred nyang he had earned that day, he immediately paid back the one hundred nyang he had borrowed from Ha Dae-bong, and after paying back the twenty nyang he had bet, he still had eighty nyang left.
And it cost twenty nyang more to repay Jin So-ah's light, but he was still left with a whopping sixty nyang. Why would someone like that have any regrets and go to the battlefield to borrow money?
“Oh, so you’re going to get the money I left for you.”
“It’s not money…….”
"yes?"
“The road to mortgage is the right one.”
“Are you running a business?”
Wi Yeon-ho just smiled without answering.
“Are you here?”
Wi Yeon-ho looked at Ha Dae-bong, who welcomed him, and thought that one person really had many faces.
When he first met Wi Yeon-ho, he showed the typical example of a loan shark, but after he found out that Wi Yeon-ho owned the Eosa Geumgeom, he showed extreme pettiness. Then, he transformed into a rich investor at the gambling house, and now… … .
“My back is about to break.”
“I think that’s usually said to someone who walks around with their backs straight.”
“……Bend only halfway, only halfway.”
As I looked at the sagging seagull with its head almost touching the ground, I realized once again how difficult it is to make a living through business.
“What about my sword?”
“Are you talking about the golden sword? I will have it brought to you right now.”
"yes."
“What kind of car?”
“Just give me anything. My mouth is cheap, so I can’t tell the difference even if I eat expensive food.”
“Haha, you’re good at joking.”
“It’s true.”
Ha Dae-bun, who saw Wi Yeon-ho's face without a single trace of laughter, ordered his servant to bring him some cheap loose-leaf tea. He absolutely refused to spend money on unnecessary things.
“So what’s going on?”
“Have you thought about what I said before?”
"hmm……."
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As expected, Ha Dae-bong was a businessman who understood the situation right away with just one word.
“Actually, it’s not that difficult…….”
"yes."
“You don’t have any capital, do you?”
“Capital?”
“Yes. There is no capital. No matter how many people, technologies, and management skills you have, if you don’t have money, you can’t do business.”
“You have money.”
Hadae-bong smiled bitterly.
“That won’t work.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Of course, there is no such thing. Think about it. No matter how much money Confucius made, if you were to line up people in Hubei with that much money, they would cross the line.”
“……Hey, no way, no matter what, that’s not true.”
“Don’t look down on the rich.”
Hadaebong's face was serious.
“Of course, what I said was an exaggeration, but there are many people who find eighty nyang of gold ridiculous.”
Wi Yeon-ho thought that there was some truth to that.
In fact, didn’t his father even offer a reward of 100 taels of gold to find him? It meant that the Guangdong Wei family had enough money to spend twice as much as Wei Yanhu had to find his son.
The problem is that, as far as Wei Yanhu knows, the Guangdong Wei family is famous for being a prestigious family, but it is not a family that is particularly recognized for its money.
Even in such a situation, he did not hesitate to spend a huge sum of money, such as a hundred nyang.
And in Gangbuk, where there was incomparably more money circulating than in Gangnam, it would not be at all strange if there were many people who looked down on sixty nyang of gold.
“Hmm, so this amount of money is too much?”
“You can open a clinic. You can open a clinic. But it will end up as just a small clinic. Isn’t that what the above Confucius wants from me to lead such a small clinic from ruin?”
“Umm…….”
From the beginning, Wei Yanhui, who was caught in a large orchid, let out a sigh.
“But, I…….”
At that moment, Jin So-ah raised her hand.
"why?"
“Can you tell what you are talking about?”
Wi Yeon-ho clicked his tongue.
“I told you everything last time.”
"yes?"
Wi Yeon-ho declared with a sly smile.
“They are rebuilding the Holy Water Temple.”
* * *
“Hey, you punk! Slow down!”
Jang Il felt like vomiting blood.
Who is he?
It is a small beggar of openness.
Originally, a beggar had to have strong legs to survive. A beggar who lived by begging in his place would not last more than a few years and would often end up in poverty.
When it's cold, all you have to do is go to a warm place, and when the weather is not good for the animals, you have to climb a mountain and eat grass to survive. That's natural.
So, hasn't openness been famous for its lightness since ancient times?
Since Jang Il has been to every corner of the Central Plains, he has always been confident in walking.
But isn't this a bit off?
“Shouldn’t we let him sleep before we go?”
Although Jang Il was very good at running short distances quickly, this type of long-distance marching just didn't suit him.
Moreover, since the group was made up of people who kept moving forward without any sleep, the fatigue doubled.
“There is no time.”
“Your brother won’t die! If the King of Hell had a mind of his own, he wouldn’t take someone like that.”
Jang Il felt a sting as Wi San-ho's eyes became fierce.
“Did I say something wrong?”
To be honest, what could happen to Wi Yeon-ho?
Incidents come to those who move. How useless it is to worry about someone who, if left alone, will just disappear from the room without a second thought.
“Let’s take a break, you punk!”
“That beggar, really.”
Weichan frowned.
I brought him here to show me the way, but he's still a beggar.
It was noisy, dirty, and full of complaints.
“Once you get to Hubei, you can rest as much as you want.”
“Because I feel like I’m going to die before I even get there!”
“I won’t die.”
Jang-il sat down on the spot at Wisanho's firm words. Even though he was in the middle of the street, a beggar had no shame.
“Oh my, I can’t go any further. Take me away.”
“Oh my.”
Wi San-ho let out a deep sigh.
I wanted to meet my younger brother, so I hurried a little, but what good would it do for someone like the Open Sogeulgae to be so weak? If you are the Open Sogeulgae, you should walk a thousand-mile journey at the same time.
“And you are still a follower of openness?”
“I’m a fox and a dog! I’m not a fox and a horse. That’s why I told you to take that flying hawk with you!”
Wisanho shook his head as he watched Jang-il lying on the street as if it were the floor of a room and making a fuss.
“Get up. Here comes the carriage.”
"carriage?"
Jang-il raised his head, but soon became disappointed and lay back down.
I was planning on getting on a carriage heading towards Hubei and going a little further, but that carriage was coming from Hubei.
“Get out of my way.”
"no way."
Jang-il got up from his seat and stepped aside to the side of the road.
“But what kind of carriage is that that’s so shiny?”
Jang Il opened his mouth wide when he saw a huge four-horse carriage pulled by four pure white horses.
Even just one horse would be so expensive that ordinary people would never dare to dream of it. However, at first glance, a carriage drawn by four shiny, famous horses could not possibly be an ordinary carriage.
“Did the prime minister come?”
Jang Il expressed his curiosity.
“Don’t have any accidents.”
“What an accident!”
Jang-il was chewing on the inside of his mouth.
If you are a beggar of openness, you should never lose interest in anything even slightly unusual. Only then can you say that you belong to the open, making a living by selling information.
“Hmm…….”
Jang-il threw the bundle he was carrying on his waist into the middle of the road.
“Come on.”
Then he smiled broadly and waited for the approaching carriage.
“Whoa!”
The coachman stopped the carriage when he saw the luggage lying on the road.
“What kind of guy is this!”
Then he looked at Jang Il and Wi San-ho standing on the side of the road with sharp eyes.
“Ouch, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not showing up.”
“Pack up your things and step back quickly.”
“Yay, yeah.”
Jang-il walked unsteadily to the front of the carriage, picked up his luggage, and slowly stepped aside.
“Hey!”
The carriage started moving again.
Jang-il straightened his back as he watched the carriage moving away. Wi-san-ho scolded Jang-il for this.
“Did you do something like that just to see the groom’s face?”
“Tsk tsk tsk.”
Jang-il looked at the coral reef as if he was feeling pitiful.
“This is why strong people die young.”
"huh?"
“If you don’t know how much information I just got, then keep your mouth shut.”
“What information did you get?”
“With my mouth closed?”
“……Okay.”
When Wisanho, who thought he was trolling, tried to ignore him and urge him on his way, Jang-il opened his mouth.
“The wheels of the carriage stopped for a moment, but judging by the fact that they barely dug into the ground, there must be only one person riding inside. And that person must be a skilled martial artist.”
“Hmm?”
“There were no royal markings on the carriage, so it couldn’t be imperial. And since it’s rare for a coachman to escort a high-ranking woman alone, it must be a man.”
“What does it matter?”
“Ha, you bastard.”
Jang Il looked at Wi Yeon-ho as if he found it absurd and continued speaking.