Wirip San, the owner of Hwayeongmunju, gulped down his dry mouth as he looked at those around him.
'No, I haven't been interested in it for a while.….'
Of course, he was a man with ears and eyes, so he knew that they did not intentionally neglect them.
But isn't it true that as soon as you climbed up Hwasan, you were in a sack of barley?
Then suddenly he called out a man, and they were all looking at him passionately.
His eyes look as if he is looking at even a shining golden calf.
Burdened by the glimmering gaze, Wirip San coughed in a lowly vain manner.
Hyun Jong, who was sitting at the top of the class, smiled at him and opened his mouth.
"I'm asking you to come here to discuss what's going forward."
"Yes, a long writer. I've been waiting."
"First of all, I apologize for not paying much attention to people I've been asking for. I didn't mean to, but...…."
However, Hyun Jong's words did not last until the end.
"Long story short!"
"We don't have much time! I'll understand all the above, so take out the introduction and get to the point."
Hyun Young cut the horse before he even said a few words. Those who would have stopped him were nodding their heads as if they agreed.
Watching the reactions, Hyun Jong sighed deeply.
Sanjeok is not this impatient either. Sanjeokdo!
"Well, yeah, let's do that."
Eventually, Hyun Jong raised his hands and looked straight at Wirip San.
"Yes, a long writer."
"I want to open a house in the West Bank in Hwasan this time, can you take the lead?"
Wirip San, Hwayeongmunju, opened his eyes wide.
Of course he didn't follow Hwasan without thinking. It has already been said that Hwasan intends to push the inner family a little further years. So I didn't come up to Hawasan to discuss countermeasures accordingly.
However, I never imagined that the word "West Bank" would come out of the mouth of a long writer.
"Long storyteller…… Did you say you're opening a family in the West Bank?"
Hyun Jong nodded quietly.
"It would be nice to move the English to the West Bank. If it's not him, it's also a way to leave Hwagyeong Gate to his disciples and open a new gate in the West Bank. Either way, the upper door is comfortable...…."
"Now, wait a minute, Jang Moon-in."
Wirip San unwittingly interrupted Hyun Jong.
I know it's not polite, but it's so embarrassing that I wasn't in a situation to argue about manners.
"Joe, can you explain it a little slower...…."
When Hyun Jong turned to resentment as if he were begging, his disciples bowed their heads in a small way.
"Well, I mean...…."
Hyun Jong calmly explained the situation to Wirip San one by one.
Hearing the situation, Wirip San looked around.
"How is it?"
"…It's a great thing to leave such a heavy responsibility to a writer."
"One, I don't know if I can handle such a heavy responsibility. There's no better person than me...…."
"No, Master Moon!"
But even before he was finished, Chung-Myung slapped his chest as if he was frustrated.
"Hwasan's only family name is Hwayoung, where do you recognize other people? I'm not making fun of you! There's no one else! There's only one song left here! There's only one!""……."
Hawasan's elders blushed at the words.
'You can be a little more circumspect and say it nicely!'
Do I have to say that? Embarrased!
"Anyway, that guy...….'
Wirip San looked at Chung-Myung like a mute who was speechless.
"The small shop doesn't change anything even if Jang Moon-in is in front of it."'
It's not evergreen, and how can you not change your mind...….
"From now on, it's only been a year to build a new inner song, and the fact that we won the posthumous arena would be like a legend. You have to row when the water comes in."
Everything in the world has its right timing.
"And think carefully, Master Moon. You're giving this to someone else?"
"… Hmm? What are you talking about?"
Chung-Myung grinned and said.
"Hwasan is going to do everything he can to increase the speed of the song. In other words, all the money that Hwasan earned and the force he grew are invested in it."
"I'm in charge of all those clans. He talks about humility, saying, "It's your capability now, but if someone really takes over and gives instructions to the Lord Hwayeongmun, can you laugh then?""
Wirip San's face went blank.
The gatekeeper of the other shorthand clique instructs him?
"I'll have to think about it.…."
"I don't even think about it. How long has Hwa Young-moon been doing to Hwasan? Are you going to put up with the unfairness? If I were in that situation, I wouldn't be able to sleep because my stomach was upset."
To be honest, Hwasan's downfall has kept his position even when he left the inner circle.
By the way, if you take out a stone with a stone that has been rolled, a gatekeeper who has not been through that difficult time acts as the master of Hwagyeongmun?
I can't stand that.'
Wirip San's face glowed up. Chung-Myung added with a strange smile.
"Of course, you'll have to suffer for a while if you're in charge of a family. But is there anything in the world that comes from no trouble? If you think of Hwagyeongmun, you should take this opportunity. Think about the future. He'll be in charge of all the world's widespread shorthans...…."
"I'll do it!"
Wirip San nodded with a determined face.
"The sooner the better."
Chung-Myung turns his head and looks at Hyun Jong.
"He's doing it."
Hyun Jong looked blankly at Chung-Myung.
'I feel like I'm some kind of swindeed.….'
……there is nothing quite wrong. There was only subtle exaggeration and slight distortion, but the overall framework was much the same.
But isn't that subtlety the point?
The fundamental question remains whether the Taoist should hold on to the shorthand and cheat.
However, Hyun Jong has now decided not to discuss common sense at least in matters related to Chung-Myung.
"Yes, thank you for being so kind."
"It's something I should be grateful for. One long storyteller. If you really want to proceed with this, my strength is not enough."
Wirip San took a deep breath and opened his mouth again.
"Hwasan's pen name is Hwasan's, but he didn't learn how to do it properly. It's a shame, but most of the small and medium-sized clans, as well as other capitalist clans, are better at martial arts than English."
Hyun Jong nodded his head.
How could Hwasan's superiors have transferred to the inner world when they didn't learn how to do it?It was not Hwasan's fault, it was Hwasan's fault.
"So the other day, I asked my students of Hwayeongmun to give me a chance to train in Hwasan. Jang Moon-in. No matter how much Hwasan is raising his reputation now, it's a long way from being called "the power of the inner family" if Hwayeongmun's ignorance doesn't support him. So…… First of all, put aside your urgent mind a little bit and let the disciples of Hwagyeong Gate……."
"I don't have time for that."
But Chung-Myung firmly cut Wirip San's words.
"As I said, the water is in now. If you drag your time, the water will drain and you will have to paddle on the bare ground."
The elders nodded their heads.
Work is often not done by effort alone. Everything has its own charm.
"This side is right, and that side is right, so I can't help but worry."
Hyun Jong looked at Chung-Myung with a somber voice.
"What do you think? Is there any way to solve this problem?"
Chung-Myung tilted his head as if he didn't know the English.
"Is there a problem?"
Hyun Jong's face got upset.
There's no way that Chung-Myung didn't understand what Wirip San said. So that was supposed to mean that there was already a solution.
But I am not happy to know that there is an answer because Chung-Myung's answer is always far from the general one.
"…What are you going to do?"
"Well, it's simple. If you're weak, you can be strong. Of course, it will be stronger if we pass on the newly restored HWASAN's martial arts."
"But isn't it a problem that we don't have enough time for that?"
"No, that's a stereotype, too."
Chung-Myung straightened his shoulders and said,
"Do you really need to learn Hawsan's martial arts in Hawsan? If you want to open the family, most of them have to go to the West Bank, so you can learn it there."
Chung-Myung said with a grin.
"In the newly opened Munpa in the West Bank, Hwagyeong Mundo can learn new martial arts and teach them to new students again. Why do you have to work twice? You can just take care of it all at once."
"That's right. That's what we're gonna do!"
Hyun Young is right. He added some admonitions.
But Hyun Jong looked at him with disapproval.
"I don't even think about that anymore. Whenever Chung-Myung says something, it's right."'
Now, Chung-Myung seems to be right even when he is told that he should abandon the writer.
Hyun Jong shook his head and asked.
"Who do you think should go?"
"It's up to you to decide."
All eyes were on Hyun Jong.
Hyun Jong, who had been agonizing for a while, nodded.
"Yes, a long writer."
"I'll follow the orders of the writer."
Baek Cheon shook his head firmly.
"Select some white porcelain boats, and select some from celadon boats. I'd like to send Unam, but it's hard for them to do a lot of work in Wasan."
And there was a better side to teaching disciples than a fortune-teller.
In addition, since Baek Cheon has a higher reputation than Hwasan's fortune-telling ships, he could use more power in the world than luck or fortune-telling.
"Yes, a long writer."
"You go help Baek Cheon."Hyun Young asked back, frowning.
"Will it be all right? There could be a problem if I leave."
"The West Bank is not far from Hawasan, so if you need any help, let someone go."
"…Ugh. You mean go back and forth. You'll get punished if you work like that, old man."
"Don't make a big fuss about the black-haired one."
Hyun Young sighed. There was not much more opposition than one.
Hyun Young is also a person who knows how much it takes to open a new gate. If he, the financial manager, did not go himself, the time would have to be much more spent.
"Then I'll find the right place and quickly open the door."
"Yes, I will leave everything relevant to you."
Hyun Young nodded his head.
But Baek Cheon looked at Hyun Jong with a slightly anxious look, as if there was still one thing left.
"……but a long writer."
"Why are you doing that?"
"I have a question to ask."
Baek Cheon is a little hesitant. I opened my mouth.
"…Do I have to take him?"
I didn't look away, nor did I point my hand.
However, as soon as the word "him" came out, everyone in the room looked away and looked at Chung-Myung.
Hyun Jong also looked at Chung-Myung with a subtle gaze.
In common sense, Chung-Myung should be taken. Opening the inner family is now the most important thing for Hwasan, and the power of Chung-Myung is essential.
Although Jongnam is stuck in a mountain just like Bongmun, the West Bank is the place where Jongnam's power reaches the most. At the same time, it is a place where the inner family of Jongnam is swarming.
But what bothers me is...….
'He's causing trouble here too, can I set him free in that big city?'
I already felt like my head was burning.
But the worry was short. There's a conclusion.
"…I'll have to take him."
Everyone sighed in unison, saying, "Go away."
"What are these reactions?
Only Chung-Myung tilted his head as if he could not understand.
That's how Hwasan's officials, Hwayeong Mundos, and 'Chung-Myung' were decided to go to West Bank.
Unfortunately for the peaceful city of West Bank.