Peace came to Hawasan after a long struggle.
Chung-Myung's performance solved the financial problems that plagued Hwasan the most, and also provided new martial arts to move forward.
Just as spring comes when winter goes, Hawaii has a spring-like vitality, and everyone's happy laughter continues...I should have....
"Peace freezes to death."
Chung-Myung's face was horribly distorted.
The broom he was holding with strength in his hand bent as if it were broken.
Peace?
This is a hell of a place.
"Huh, the bill? I, this is...Wait, Jo-Gol's death penalty! Jo-Gol's death penalty! How much is it here?"
"Hey, I told you to stuff up there!"
"Everything depends on the province, doesn't it? It is also natural that there are no ingredients. What? A refund? Yes. Uh...…."
Hawasan's three great disciples in white paint were dealing with the influx of guests in cold sweat.
He's trying. He'
Where am I, it's a chord.
It was good to find the books and retrieve all the harmonious businesses. Since you've acquired more than 10 businesses that work well, isn't it just about making money?
It was the beginning of all the problems that I thought ….
Even Chung-Myung didn't think about it, but they haven't rolled a proper workplace for nearly a hundred years. So, there was a situation where raw grasshoppers, who had never earned a penny in their own hands, suddenly had to roll more than ten businesses.
The result?
As you can see.
"No! It's been a while since I said I ran out of ingredients. Why aren't they coming?"
"What the hell is re-alerting doing?"
"What's that nut job doing holding on to a customer! Hey, hey, hey!
Chung-Myung smiled pleasedly.
'They're having fun.'
Hwasan's disciples, who had only been wielding knives in their lives, are coming down in harmony and sweating hard to deal with customers.
If the old sailors of Hwaseon saw it, sternly rebuked...No, he would have rolled over the ground with a boat.
Chung-Myung is one of the students.
And of course the guests didn't respond well.
"No! What kind of car is this?"
"Give me a postcard, a postcard! Don't you know what a postcard means? Is this a postcard?"
"There's no such thing as hitting tea leaves in a teapot! Where's the owner of this place?"
I'm alive to see hell.
Chung-Myung sighed, looking pleased at the skeleton.
"Oh my gosh."
It's better here at least.
The three great disciples who have been taken to other places of business are now experiencing hell. No, people who have to take them to business are going through hell.
The one who sells silk and tears it apart.
He's asking for a homie, but he's coming for a pickaxe.
Still, there's room for understanding for people who pick up meat to go out to the guest table while cooking. Of course I'll have to be beaten to death.
The three great disciples, who only serve guests, are about to burst their heads.
As people who have been polishing Donna all their lives are caught up in the secular wind, they will throw away the jegi they had in their hands.
"Hey, man! What are you doing? Don't use it fast!"
"Yes, I do! Sweep!"
Chung-Myung's broom began to swipe in front of the polygwan.
'Sweep this up and do something. All the guests are going home without anyways.'Chung-Myung's eyes saw guests storming out of the door. Now that I've seen that unpleasant face, I'm running.
"Hit them very hard!'
I feel like I want to shout.
Of course, I can't say that because I'm the youngest in the real world.
Chung-Myung slipped back, pushing the dust in front of him with a broom. Jo-Gol, who was busy carrying refreshments, stood out.
"Death penalty."
I'm not listening.
"Little brother."
I'm not listening.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey!"
My ears are clogged.
"Jo-Gol, you bastard!"
"Yes! The three great disciples, Jorge..."…. What the f*ckin' you?"
Jo-Gol flipped his eyes and glared at Chung-Myung. Even though he is not a priest, he is still a priest. The priest was talking nonsense, and the punishment...….
"Why?"
Here it is.
Jo-Gol sneaked around, slipped out of Daru and approached Chung-Myung.
"Death penalty."
"So why?"
"Let's have a human conversation. I heard you're the youngest son of a famous shopping mall. The youngest son of the Continental Battlefield. Something like that?"
"The continental battlefield is freezing to death. It's just a small merchant family."
"But at least you'll have an eye for things to go around. That's how it is. The youngest son of a successful family is basically an immature scoundrel, but he's hiding his talent."
"...What are you talking about?"
Jo-Gol let out a deep sigh.
Anyway, I can't understand what you're talking about whenever I talk to this guy.
"So...."
Chung-Myung pointed to the scene of chaos with a small chin.
"Why the hell did this happen?"
"It's him...."
Jo-Gol sighed.
"The ones who were in charge of this place."
"Yes."
"But I think they were popular. The employees quit a lot as they quit."
"Huh? Popularity?"
How can a con artist be so popularity. What kind of a detective duck is donating to a beggar's den.
"What do you mean by 'flesh', death penalty?"
"To be exact, I think he was very thorough in his relationship with the delayed school relationship, rather than relationship. Most of the employees who worked were relatives or family members, so they all started to look around and quit."
Oh my god.
Is this a nuisance to family management. This is why professional managers...…. No, not this.
"So it's an employee issue?"
"That's the first thing."
"Huh? Any more?"
Jo-Gol frowned subtly and looked around. Only after confirming that he has no ears to listen to, does he speak down.
"As you can see, the biggest problem is that the adults in Hawasan are not capable of running these businesses."
"Does that require capability?"
"People who brush the road, or people who learn martial arts, tend to see the problem of earning and living easily, but it's not as easy as it sounds. If it's easy, you'll all be rich."
"Well, that's true."
Chung-Myung sighed deeply.
"So now, Hawasan is not capable of handling these businesses?"
"It's a little too much to say, but it's a pearl necklace on a pig's neck. I didn't know it would be this bad...…."
It was then.
A loud voice is heard from the inside.
"No, we don't have enough puer cars, so what can we do if we bring a steel pipe?"
"Isn't that what it is?"
"I told you it was a boy car! Death penalty! I'm already in a lot of trouble, what if I change my stuff?"
"Why are you raising your voice? I've had to deal with expensive cars all my life, so I wouldn't know what to do."
"Who's ever had that!"Chung-Myung shook his head.
'They're wiping the road.'
They are angry and fighting over the change of a single tea leaf.
"Look at that."
Jo-Gol clicked his tongue.
"Operation is not that simple. I have to pick out everything before buying it. If you choose a good ingredient, it doesn't pay off, but if you use cheap products, customers will fall. If you hire a businessman because you can't do it properly, there's nothing left for them to do."
"...What do you learn now?"
"If I tell my 40-year-old men to teach me martial arts, will you?"
"I won't."
Jo-Gol shook his head.
"Honestly, I think if we keep this up, we'll be doomed in less than half a year. I don't know what it was like before, but now he's not capable of running it. There's no answer to this."
"But why don't you learn it well?"
Jo-Gol looked at Chung-Myung with vain eyes.
"Chung-Myung아. Look, do you know the characteristics of our current businesses?"
"Well?"
"It's all about selling things off."
"...Huh?"
"Taroo. Run. Silk statues, blacksmiths, and so on. They all get ingredients and make things and sell them. You know what's so special about this?"
"I'm rich if I know that."
"It's almost everything that's at stake to pick and take things off. By the way. What do you think an innocent master would do if he brought money and tried to take it off?"
"You'll catch a pushover."
"It's no use just catching a pushover. He's probably going to eat it to the bone."
"...."
"This is not going to work. It wasn't going to work in the first place."
Chung-Myung turned his head and looked at the distant sky.
And there was a big smile.
"Long death sentence."
This priest now realizes the greatness of the long death penalty. These businesses used to work perfectly when there was a death penalty.
'Era, d*mn it. I'd rather die than suffer!'
Chung-Myung blew his nose.
"So what's the solution?"
Jo-Gol looked at Chung-Myung with blank eyes.
"Why are you looking for a solution from me?"
"No! I heard your brother-in-law is still a child of a business family. Then there must be a solution, right?"
"You crazy bastard! What am I supposed to say when I ask a first-time herbalist to cure me of a disease? If I had the ability to do that, would I be swinging a sword in Hawasan? I'm sure they're already making a fortune from their inheritance. I can't save this even if my father comes."
"...is the situation that serious?"
"There's no answer."
Jo-Gol had a wry smile.
"I wouldn't have tried to contact my house. But it's too far, and my house can't afford it. In order to operate such businesses without difficulty, at least most items must be merchants with knowledge. But there is no such person in Hawaii."
There used to be.
It's Cheon Mun.
But now it's gone.
Jo-Gol said with a wry smile.
"If only Hwang was fine, I wouldn't have to worry about this."
"Hwang Dae-in?"
"Yes. Hwang Dae-in."
Chung-Myung tilted his head.
"Come to think of it, the man named Hwang Dae-in has often been mentioned. What does he do?"
"It's a giant."
"Geosang?"
Jo-Gol nodded.
"He's one of the big merchants who works on the island. He handles not only Cheonghae, but also Unnam and Western goods.""And what does he have to do with Hwasan?"
"He's been supporting Hwasan for a long time. It's kind of a famous story. With him, Hawasan was able to stay afloat."
"...What do you see in Hwasan?"
"Well, that's what I don't know, but...."
Jo-Gol shrugs.
"I heard you sponsored not only Hawasan but also many other places. Anyway, it wouldn't have been a problem if he was alone. You could have gotten a lot of advice or help."
"Then you can ask him for help."
"No, he's been in bed for a year now. There's also a rumor that he's unconscious."
"Hmm."
"So...."
It was then.
"Chung-Myung! Do you have Chung-Myung?"
Chung-Myung raised his voice to find him.
"Here it is!"
A familiar face came in from Chung-Myung's gaze.