"That's what happened."
"…Oh, my God.
Kwak Kyung, a marcher at the top of Hwapyeong, opened his mouth wide.
"You're saying you've earned the cooperation of the Beast Palace?"
Kwak Kyung-eun was speechless at Baek Cheon's calm response.
I don't think it's a lie.'
But it was absolutely unbelievable.
It has been almost a hundred years since the Beast Palace banned trade between Unnam and the Middle East. As huge interests are at stake, the leaders of Sacheon have already tried to change the mind of the Beast Palace for decades.
However, despite all the efforts made during that long period of time, it was impossible to defeat the will of the Beast Palace. And you're saying these little doers did it?
"That, then, that...…what about a monopoly?
"From now on, all trade in Unnam will be conducted in the name of our Hwasan."
"Well, hold on a second, please. Stamp, then we'll...…!"
Baek Cheon glanced back at Jo-Gol.
Then Jo-Gol smiled and seized the gun.
"The Hwapyeong Company, which has taken us all this way, has not forgotten the grace. The upper part of Hwasan's name is free to go back and forth, so it won't be different from what it's been."
I was relieved by Kwak Kyung's face.
'This is no ordinary thing.'
It means that those who write Hwasan's name can freely move up and down Unnam, meaning that Hwasan can control the trade between Unnam and Sacheon in the future.
This means that in the future, Hwasan will be able to take control of Sacheon's shopping district with the right to trade in Unnam.
Unnam tea trade is a huge gain, and merchants who can't participate in it will be pushed out of the competition in an instant due to the limit of their financial power.
'This is not the time to go up and down.'
This fact should be informed to the upper-level owner as soon as possible. Only then can we come up with measures.
Kwak Kyung's eyes turned to Jo-Gol.
Second son of Dead Sea Merchant.
Hwasan's direct movement from Sacheon is not looking good, so he will definitely try to have an agent. Arms are meant to be bended inward, and the agent was more likely to be Dead Sea Council.
So far, Kwak Kyung, who had completed the calculation, was all smiles and captured.
"Congratulations. You got a big one."
"Don't mention it."
"Then you're going back to Sacheon. How would you like us to pick you up?"
"I understand the top schedule isn't over yet."
"It doesn't really matter. We were just about to go back to Sacheon."
Kwak Kyung's head is taut.
It is important to build friendship with them now, regardless of whether they go up or down. What's better is to take them to the headquarters of Hwapyeong High School as it is.
It wouldn't be better if the upper-classman could make a scene with his socks on.
However, Baek Cheon's answer quickly dampened Kwak's expectations.
"Thank you for your consideration, but I think we should go back separately. One o'clock is urgent."
"The road from here to Sacheon is very rough. It's probably the fastest way to take you there. It's hard to get a horse here."
Baek Cheon scratched the back of his head.
As I was thinking about how to explain this, I could see dust clouds blooming at the end of the road over there.
"…I think he's coming over there."
Kwak Kyung, who turned his head after Baek Cheon's eyes, opened his eyes wide.
The men, who clung to the big cart, pulled out their tongues and were panting and running with all their might towards this side.
"Doh, we're here!"
The horsemen who stopped in front of them fell on the floor and gasped. Watching his chest go up and down made me feel compassion.
"Hey, what's going on here...…."
Kwak Kyung looked at the fallen demons with a face full of absurdity.
Why is everyone holding hay in their mouths?'
It was nothing but incomprehensible.
At that time, someone poked their head out of the cart dragged by the marmies with a short tongue kick.
"Can you go all the way to Sichuan?"
The horsemen who were lying on the floor raised their heads as they raised the game.
"Go, you can go!"
"Don't worry! We're not one of them.I'm not tired! It's true!"
"Save me! Save me!"
Then Chung-Myung shook his head and sighed.
"Whew, if I hadn't been a master."
Tears welled up in the eyes of the demons.
'Is this what you're supposed to do?'
'Since when did the Taoist call the Devil? Oh, my God. When did you get so hard on me?'
Mother, I miss you.'
Regardless, Chung-Myung jumped out of the cart and trudged toward Baek Cheon.
"I've been driving a horse."
"…What's that hay in your mouth?"
"I thought you'd be hungry. They're horses that will go a long way, so feed them well."
Baek Cheon's eyes trembled.
"It is true that they have sinned, but even if they are sinners, shouldn't they be treated as human beings?"
At the sympathetic advice, Chung-Myung turned his head slightly and looked at the marmies.
"You heard that, right? You guys want to be treated?"
The men of the sea gave up their hands in contemplation.
"No! We are! What are we talking about? Treat me like a cow or a dog!"
"I'm not human at all! I'd rather die than be human!"
"Well, uh, uh, uh, uh... Mm-hmm!"
Baek Cheon pressed down on his stinging temple while looking at the Abi Kyuhan.
"I heard so."
Seeing Chung-Myung smile makes me sigh.
What the hell does a man do to make him like that?'
I don't even want to imagine it. Baek Cheon shook his head and Chung-Myung said, reassuringly.
"Don't worry. If I go to Sacheon as soon as possible, I'll let you go."
"Yes, we just need to go back twice as fast as we got here. Then I'll save it and send it to you."
"…What if I can't?"
Chung-Myung tilted his head a little vaguely. Back Cheon asked again in an unexpected response.
"No, I was wondering if saying this myself would help with the education of the private lodging, the death penalty, and the fraud of them. Do you really want to hear that?"
"……No. I just won't listen."
In the world, it is better not to know.
Baek Cheon shook his head when he was about to add something.
Anyway, they must be sinners who can't excuse themselves if they're beheaded.
Baek Cheon turned around and looked at Kwak Kyung.
"By the way, we'll be on our way. For more information, please wait for me as I'll express my position separately in the name of Hwasan's name."
"Oh…. Go this way….…."
Kwak Kyung was about to say something and shut up. Come to think of it, there was no justification to hold them.
Chung-Myung raises his voice as all of Hwasan's disciples get on the cart."Come on, go...!"
At that time, Chung-Myung's words snapped at the small voice coming from the side. When I turned my head, a small child was standing holding the hand of a child smaller than him.
Yun-jong, who was in the cart, saw the child and jumped off the cart. And approached the child without hesitation.
When Yoon-Jong came close, the dawdling child bent down.
"Go, thank you."
"Thanks to you, my brother filled his stomach. Thank you. Thank you very much."
Yoon-jong looked at the child silently and nodded quietly.
"That's a relief."
"I'll never, ever forget it. Thank you."
Chung-Myung, who was looking at it, looked around.
From all over the alley, the children stood out and began to falter toward them.
Some children come up to the cart to express their gratitude, while others bow their heads far away and often return to their feet.
One child clung to Yoon-jong's hand, and another child grabbed Yoon-jong's hem and cried.
Just by looking at it, I could feel the children's unmistakable sincerity.
Chung-Myung turned his head slightly and looked up at the sky.
a lengthy death sentence
I will never be the person the death penalty wants to be...…I think I have a disciple who will be that kind of course.
Do you like it?
Somehow, it seemed like a long sentence was smiling in the sky.
"The death penalty! Let's go."
"Well, I got it."
"You have to go quickly to buy rice from Sacheon and send it to me, right? There is no grain to buy even if you release the money."
Yoon-Jong's face has become firm.
He stroked the children's heads and spoke in a low voice.
"Just hang in there. Then you won't have to starve anymore."
They were faces with no expectations. It's probably something I've heard so many times that I can't trust.
But this is enough for now. His province is to do, not to console.
Yoon-Jong, who messed up the last child's hair, walks past the children and gets on the wagon. And said in a slightly exasperated voice.
"Let's go! We're in a hurry!"
"What are you doing?"
Chung-Myung smirked and called the demons.
"Let's go, boys!"
As soon as Chung-Myung shouted, the men on the floor rose from where they were sprouting their strength. Then I quickly clung to the cart. Four from the front, four from the back, and one from left to right.
"Push her to break her leg! Got it?"
The cart began to move. Chung-Myung sneaked an eye at the children and pulled them away.
The men started pushing and pulling carts with their own shouts. Soon, the cart began to push out at such a fast pace that it did not match the name "Cart."
The children opened their mouths as they saw the wagon moving away from the clouds of dust.
And Kwak Kyung, who was watching the scene all the time, nodded quietly.
"It's like a storm, really."
"What would you do, sir?"
"Shouldn't we tell the top right now?"
"I guess so."
"I'll turn the tide."
Kwak Haeng-soo shook his head.
"No, you don't have to. Give me a word and let one go."
Kwak Haeng-soo's mind felt more comfortable than before.
'Maybe it's a good thing.'
No matter which upper group takes the initiative, it cannot avoid fluctuating interests. Perhaps it would be better for that Hwasan to take full power."Good-bye."
Seeing the children waving their hands diligently made me even more convinced.
Kwak Haeng-soo smiled unconsciously.
It's not funny at all.'
How much hypocrisy have you been through?
Didn't you already say a lot of things to the people on the outside and make all sorts of things to take care of them?
But now I can't believe it's happening.….
Kwak Haeng-soo shook his head.
Watching them for less than a month cannot judge them. Maybe they'll soon show their true colors and suck up the Woonam people's high blood pressure.
Kwak turned his head slightly.
Watching the children rush out of nowhere and walk away from their carts, something moved in Kwak's heart.
Maybe it's a little different.'
Yoon-Jong's behavior of trying to feed the children by selling his sword, and his eyes of stroking the children's heads.
That alone has created a subtle expectation. Not as a merchant, but as a human being.
While looking at the cart's backside, Kwak unknowingly smiled softly.
"Take a look."
"Run! Run, you bastards! Relax your leg! I'm gonna draw ink out of your eyeballs!"
"If we don't get to Sacheon on time, you'll die and I'll die!"
"……Turn it off."
The men dragged their carts with their tongues out, determined to die.
Then a man sitting behind, foaming at the mouth, threatening the demons, accelerating.
Hawasan's disciples looked back at each other with a vague look.
"What's wrong with him?"
"……I guess the word that we should buy grain for our children was the decisive factor."
"…And that much?"
It wasn't Chung-Myung who beat up the men, it was Yoon-Jong.
Rather, his disciples shook their heads at Chung-Myung's harsh criticism to the point where he seemed nice.