Chapter - 321 Episode 321. We'll see about that. (1)



Baek Cheon, who was staring blankly at the two who entered, suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly seized the gun.



"Ba, I see you!"



Thanks to this, other Hwasan's students, who were quickly distracted, also seized the gun altogether.



"I see the head of the room."



Bop Jeong smiles brightly.



"Please understand the rudeness of the sudden visit without any contact."



"What do you mean rude? That's ridiculous."



Baek Cheon's palms began to get wet with sweat.



This is not just out of courtesy. Isn't Shaolin's room the kind of person Kang Ho wants to meet at least once?



It would be an honor if it was an honor, but it could not be an excuse for him to take his own steps.



"But what brings you here?…."



Bop Jeong replied with a slight smile to Baek Cheon's cautious question.



"Of course, I have a point, but I don't think I'm talking about it here. Is the writer in there?"



Baek Cheon nodded in surprise.



"Oh, I'm sorry. I should have told the long story first.…. Baek Sang아! Tell the long storyteller that Shaolin's chief has visited, come on!"



"Yes, death penalty!"



Baek Sang sprinted to the second floor.



The rest of them were at a loss as to how to treat Shaolin. At that time, the director's eyes turned to one side.



"Yeah."



He smiled and made eye contact with Chung-Myung.



"How's your preparation going for the finals, Hwasan The Dragon?"



Chung-Myung grinned when he heard it.



"Is there anything you need to prepare? It's a fight anyway."



"Fight fight."



Bop Jeong nodded as if he liked the answer.



"Yeah, it's just a fight. Hye Yeon needs to know that."



"Hm?"



Just as Chung-Myung was about to ask back, Baek Sang rushed in.



"Let's have this floor. I'll show you around! Chung-Myung, follow me. The writer asked me to come with him."



"Yes."



Chung-Myung rose up without hesitation.



"Come here."



"Thank you."



Bop Jeong smiled and followed Baek Sang up to this floor.



When Bop Jeong, Hye Yeon, and Chung-Myung completely disappeared, Hwasan's students faced each other.



"Why are you here?"



"…I don'



Everyone looked up at this floor like a honeyed mute.



"Welcome, sir."



"Thank you for your hospitality."



"Ha ha ha. I'm afraid I can' Whether to receive a guest from the perspective of the owner or the owner from the customer's perspective."



Bop Jeong smiled at Hyun Jong's words.



"This is Shaolin, but since I've given this to Hwasan, I'm a guest."



"Oops."



"So shouldn't you be treated?"



"Well, why don't we come up with a little bit of a curve?""



"Is there a difference in the song?"



"It's a joke. It's a joke."



"Well, that's too bad. I wish it wasn't a joke."



"Hahaha. It's very different to hear that from the director. Hahahaha."



Chung-Myung smiled delightedly as he watched Hyun Jong speaking in a gentle way.



Just wipe your sweat and smile.'



Although he was speaking well, his face and forehead, which were awkwardly hardened from tension, were covered with sweat. I feel so sorry for him.



But Chung-Myung couldn't take such a pathetic look at Hyun Jong. It would be difficult and burdensome for anyone in the world to have a private meeting with Shaolin's room.



"Hmm."



Chung-Myung coughed in vain.



I meant don't be so nervous because he's here.Then Hyun Jong looked up and looked at Chung-Myung. The wrinkled face was only slightly untied.



"But."



If hyun jong the Jukdo, and leave it to nothing, I wanted to - myung chung was finally began to talk first.



"What are you doing?"



Bop Jeong's eyes turned to Chung-Myung.



"Well, before the final...…."



"I don't think you're here to share your friendship between the two of you, right?"



Bop Jeong smiled silently at Chung-Myung.



You're more daring than I thought.'



His eyes were on Chung-Myung.



Even Hyun Jong, Hawsan's long writer, can't hide his nervousness in front of him.



But Chung-Myung is not nervous with him and Hye Yeon in front of him. No, he was even showing signs of boredom.



Is that bold? Or do you have no idea?



'Not either way.'



There was a sense of incompatibility.



When I saw Chung-Myung's behavior even though it couldn't be, I felt like I was dealing with a hard-working man who rolled over in Kang-ho.



No.



Is it more than that?'



That can't be true. Of course not.



Bop Jeong is a person who trusts his senses very much. I believed that sometimes a flash of sixth sense conveys more than reason.



But for once, I couldn't fully accept what his sixth sense said.



"It's like treating a good generation.'



Resemble.



He seems to be detached from the world and subtly obsessed with it, and he doesn't care about what others think.



And even the fact that the little words that you throw from time to time are subtly getting to the point.



Now, it feels like I sometimes get it when dealing with the elders of Shaolin who stepped down from the front line. Isn't it strange that such a sense is felt in this young prosecutor?



Of course Bop Jeong didn't reveal any of that stuff.



"Hwasan the Divine says so, I can't be more nosy. Of course, there is a clear reason why So-seung came here."



Then I looked up and looked at Hyun Jong straight.



"Long-Written."



"Speak, sir."



"How do you see the power of the party?"



If you ask me how I look...…."



Bop Jeong continued with a heavy voice.



"What did you feel at this stage?"



Hyun Jong squinted his eyes.



It was hard to guess what he was going to say. Bop Jeong sighed quietly, looking into Hyun Jong's face.



"The arena is designed to bring harmony between the Moon faction. However, the goal of the non-stage meeting has not been achieved at all, although the final is just around the corner. The clique between the Moon faction has become more intense, and only the movement to keep each other in check is getting worse."



"……Well."



"Magyo is moving again, and the world is beginning to seething. We may have to go through that terrible war again if the Old File Room and the Great Sega don't work together."



Hyun Jong nodded heavily. And he opened his mouth with a face that didn't



"But why are you telling me that?"



"Amitabha, harmony is a must."



Bop Jeong's eyes are shining.



"But if it doesn't happen voluntarily, it has to be done by force. To do that, we need Hwasan."



"…We are?"



"Yes."



"No……. Who is Hwasan….…."



Bop Jeong smiled subtly as he watched flustered Hyun Jong.



"Long-written man. The meaning of Hwasan is more than you think.""……Well."



"Hwasan proved himself to the world in this competition."



"But isn't it just the latecomer's performance?"



"The late index is the future of the Moon faction. In other words, there is a high probability that Moon faction, who have distinguished themselves in this competition, will lead the future. Not only did Hwasan put two on the drawing board, but each of his students who were eliminated proved that they were not good enough. Now no gatekeeper in the world can ignore Hwasan."



Hyun Jong tried to guess Bop Jeong's intention to come and say such things. But there was nothing in the face of the old monk.



"So help Shaolin, Jang Moonin. If Hawasan helps Shaolin, Shaolin can lead Kang-ho to a true place of harmony."



Chung-Myung squinted his eyes.



So you want me to come under Shaolin?'



Look at this burn.



His face looks so innocent, he's very political.



While Hyun Jong was silent because he couldn't find a pointy answer to the sudden proposal, Chung-Myung stole the ball.



"But."



"Well."



Bop Jeong turned his head and looked at Chung-Myung.



"Help can't be one-sided. Isn't it meaningful to help each other?"



"Amitabul, the small seal makes sense."



"So what does Shaolin do to help Hwasan? I don't think we have anything to get."



Bop Jeong looked at him with strange eyes at the bold question.



"Well, that's my problem, too. What can I do to help? Hmm. How about this?"



"……?"



"For example……."



The corners of Bop Jeong's mouth rolled up.



"What is Shaolin's full support for Hawasan's return to the old school?"



Hyun Jong's body flinched as if he had been struck by lightning.



"Gu, did you call it a return to Gufa?"



Bop Jeong nodded.



"That's right."



Hyun Jong's eyes got teary.



Of course, this story is not that unfamiliar. I've been thinking that there's a good chance if Hyun Jong stays like this.



One.



If the word comes out of the mouth of Shaolin's room manager, the story is different again. It is not just a support, but a "full support."



The person sitting in front of me is none other than the head of Shaolin's room.



What is something that Shaolin, and Shaolin's leader, would not fully support and do with full support?



This was tantamount to a commitment to Hawasan's return to the old file room.



"How did you come to such an appointment...…."



"Long-Written."



Bop Jeong smiled personally.



"I have a very high opinion of the possibility of HWASAN. But that's why I can't help but worry. Shaolin and Hwasan will be able to unite in times where I am and the writer are long. But……."



He paused and looked alternately at Hye Yeon and Chung-Myung. And said in a heavy voice.



"There is no guarantee that it will be possible in the future."



"……."



Hyun Jong did not miss Bop Jeong's gaze on Chung-Myung.



Future generation?



It wouldn't mean right after they died. He was accompanied by Hye Yeon in such an event. In other words, generation clearly means the day Hye Yeon takes full control of Shaolin.



If Hye Yeon is the leader of Shaolin, of course Hwasan is...….



No, no, no, no!



Hyun Jong secretly shuddered inside.



Of course, Chung-Myung is a lucky ball that rolled in, and he's a madly runaway Uma with Hwasan on his back.But I don't dare to hand him over to Hawasan's long story.



It's not a long story, isn't it? There's Baek Cheon and Yoon-Jong.



But it's not hard to guess who will be in power as long as Chung-Myung is alive and in Hawsan.



Anyway, what if there comes a world where Shaolin of Hye Yeon and Hwasan of Chung-Myung are compatible?



Harmony is frozen to death.



This is Chung-Myung, who expresses his feelings in the old file room strangely. It's still the case. What would you do if you became a real power?



It's harmony, it's nonsense, it's a good thing there's no war right now.



Only then can Hyun Jong now know what Bop Jeong is worried about.



"Aren't you looking too far away?"



"That's what we're sitting in."



The only sentence contained how heavy the position of Shaolin's long writer was.



"If Sorim and Hwasan can unite, the strong will be calm. But if he doesn't, the power will eventually split again."



"……."



"Long story short, the current situation is not necessarily good. There is a subtle crack in the relationship of the old file room, and the five generations are fighting against the old faction. Mahkyo is outstanding, and those Sapa forces are building up their power at this moment."



Bop Jeong, who remained indifferent, stared solemnly at Hyun Jong.



"The turbulence starts with these signs."



"…What a mess."



Hyun Jong shut his mouth.



I thought it was a light discussion, but it feels like things are getting bigger and heavier. It's hard for him to handle.



"So please think about it. If you help Shaolin, Shaolin will fully support him. If that's the case, it won't be too difficult for Hwasan to regain his past glory."



Of course I will.



He's the leader of Shaolin's room.



If Shaolin, called the northern head of the stronghold, openly supports other clans, who dares to rebel?



It was a really sweet offer.



but



There are people in the world who don't like the sweetness.



"But."



Bop Jeong's head turned slightly.



Chung-Myung was looking at him with an expressionless face.



"Why are you saying that now?"



"Hm?"



"We still have the final."



Bop Jeong answered as if it was an expected question.



"If the finals take place and the victory or defeat is decided, even the same words change the meaning. So it should have been now to convey Shaolin's true intentions."



But Chung-Myung grinned.



"I don't think so."



"…… hmm?"



Bop Jeong's eyes sharpened at once.