38 Reading books gives you more experience! 38

Jong-seok was solving the math problems of his senior year in high school. It's an old bookstore, but there were some things that were as clean as new.

A new problem paper means a problem that came out that year. After that year, it will be discarded as an old problem paper.

And that's how they get into used bookstores. There was no hesitation in solving problems in clean questionnaires.

Sweep! Sweep!

Read the solution in the math questionnaire and solve the problem.

But sometimes there were problems that got stuck. Problems that can be called transformational problems....

The difficult questions of the College Scholastic Ability Test (CSAT) are certainly.’

I understand the problem and memorize the solution through Moon Il Il Il Il Il, but the difficult problem was certainly difficult.

There was certainly a difference in difficulty between the 2nd and 3rd year high school questions.

But even those problems were understood after seeing the answers and the process of solving them.

"If I get a question that I don't know about during the college entrance exam, I might get a few questions wrong.’

Thinking that way, Jong-seok glanced at the problem paper.

The problem you're looking at is last year's math problem....

I'll just have to buy a new math problem paper.’

Mathematics problems do not change in a year, but since there is a tendency to give questions, I thought I should buy a math problem book this year.

Thinking that way, Jong-seok stretched himself.

"Oops!"

Jong-seok, who was groaning and stretching, suddenly touched his lower abdomen.

'Is it constipation?

My lower abdomen feels a little heavy these days. Jong-seok shook his head thinking if he had constipation.

The bowels have been very cool since I started practicing the ball.

I wonder if it's okay to come out this well. So maybe it's not constipation.

Jong-seok, who was stroking his lower abdomen with his hand, hit lightly.

Bang bang!

I don't think it's a stool. Besides, there's no tension.'

Jong-seok, who checked the condition of his lower abdomen through a stroke, tilted his head.

I'm not sick anywhere. What's wrong with this?'

Jong-seok, who had been fiddling with his lower abdomen for a while, rose up.

"Should I just make egg soup?"

The stalactites that went into the kitchen took out the ingredients. Egg soup is no big deal.

Unscrew the eggs you bought in the refrigerator and lightly burn the green onions in the stove.

Peel off the skin, chop the shredded shreds and boil them with water.

Jong-seok, who seasoned with salt and caught the smell of egg fish with pepper, came out of the kitchen holding a spoon and a pot.

Then, Jong-seok took the rice balls from his bag and took one out of his bag and put it in his mouth.

'Um... yummy.'

After eating rice balls on a transport boat, Jong-seok tried to make rice balls several times.

The rice balls used in the transport boat contain pork jerky, but Jongseok's rice balls had a difference of beef jerky sold on the market.

Making beef jerky at home is too much work.

That's why I made beef jerky while buying it. However, the beef jerky on the market could not taste the same as the transport boat.

The beef jerky was light and chewy, but the beef jerky on the market was salty, spicy, or hard, making it difficult to revive the taste.

After a few kinds of beef jerky were bought and tested, the pork jerky on the market could not get a satisfactory taste.

So the choice was beef jerky. Instead of reducing the amount of salt a little, it was this rice ball that made the flavor of the beef jerky stand out.

If the rice balls are for adults, should I say it's for young people?’

Lee Jong-seok, who recalled the spicy taste of beef jerky, started eating rice balls with a smile.

Jong-seok, who finished his lunch deliciously with rice balls and egg soup in his own bookstore, cleaned up the bowls and sat down again.

'By the way, you really don't have any customers.’

There were no customers except the lady who came to buy French books in the morning.

It's a weekday, so you can't help it?’

Jong-seok's cell phone rang, which was sitting absent-mindedly for a while.

It was Hong Seok who called. Jong-seok hurriedly received his cell phone.

"Hello."

You've been waiting for Mr. Lee's call, right?

“아 네.”

오늘 국립박물관에서 입금이 되었습니다.

“진짜요?”

그럼요. 그래서 세금 제외한 8,000 만원 입금을 해 드리겠습니다.

“세금이 2,000 만원이에요?”

그 때 분명 1억이라고 했는데 지금은 8,000 만원인 것이다.

기타소득으로 20% 세금이 부과가 됩니다. 입금 받을 계좌 번호 보내 주시면 입금하겠습니다.

For Jong-seok, who had never thought about or experienced taxes before, the 20 percent tax was a shock.

And you have to pay 20 million won in taxes.

Hong Seok's voice was heard in Jong-seok's ear, who was unable to speak for a while because of his surprise.

Hello.

"Oh, yes. The account number is Industrial Bank of Korea's my cell phone number."

All right.

"Thank you for your attention."

No, I'm just helping because I can help. And if you need legal help, don't hesitate to call me anytime.

"Thank you."

When Jong-seok was on the phone for a while after saying hello, the alarm went off on his cell phone.

It was 80 million won that Hongseok deposited.

Jong-seok's face was smiling as he briefly looked at the large sum of money in his account.

In any case, a large sum of money is stuck in his bank account.

"Money is a good thing."

Jong-seok, who was looking at his cell phone with a smile, packed his bag and left the old West Room.

***

Upon arriving at Seoul Hospital, Jong-seok entered a hospital room with an old western uncle.

"Oh! What's up with Jong-seok?"

The uncle was surprised and welcomed Jong-seok's sudden visit.

"What about Samo?"

"You don't just call her an old lady."

Smiling, the uncle took a drink out of the refrigerator and threw it to me.

"Drink."

said the uncle, looking at Jong-seok, who received a light drink.

"How's business?"

"Because I don't have a boss, I get about 20,000 won a day."

"Was it different when I was there?"

"How do you keep your shop open with that sales?"

Not all land prices are high in Seoul, but Seoul is still Seoul.

Although the old West Bank is located on the outskirts of the country, there would be a rent, which would have been perfect for starving, let alone rent.

"Hoo! Didn't you know?"

"What?"

"That building belongs to me.”

My uncle's words surprised me.

"The bookstore building?”

The building where the bookstore is located was a three-story building. There was a bookstore on the first floor, a PC room on the second floor, and a comic book store on the third floor.

"My childhood dream was to own a bookstore, a PC room, and a comic book store. But on second thought, it would be impossible for me to set up all those stores by myself."

"That's true."

"That's why I bought a building and rented a PC room and a comic book store. I have a PC room and a comic book room for free."

Jong-seok looked at him as if he were great at the sight of the man smiling and talking.

"I can't believe you were the owner of the building..."

"You were rich."

The man laughed at Jong-seok looking at him in surprise.

"Even the owner of the building is not very well located and old, so it's not very big."

"But you're the owner of the building. These days, they say the owner of the building above the Lord."

"That's the story of good building owners."

said the man who shook his hand as if it were nothing much.

"Ah! Did you eat?”

"Yes. And you?"

One of the good things about hospitals is that they feed on time. It's because it doesn't taste good."

Jong-seok opened the bag at his uncle's horse. Inside the bag was a bowl of rice balls packed for dinner.

"Would you like some of this?"

"Huh? It's rice balls.”

"It'll taste good.”

"Then where."

Jong-seok told him to wait a moment and poured him a glass of water.

"Give it a mouthful."

"Why?"

"It's delicious when your mouth is clean."

Rice with rice, salt, and some beef jerky in it tasted better when it was eaten without any food in its mouth.

At Jong-seok's words, the uncle gurgled his mouth and ate the rice balls.

"Hmm."

But there wasn't a very delicious look on his face. Just a "Junny" look?

"Does it taste bad?"

"I don't have an appetite these days because my body looks like this."

Still, Jong-seok sighed small at the sight of the man eating all the rice balls he had been eating for the sake of his sincerity.

It was the same when I cooked fried rice last time, but it seemed that my appetite had not returned yet because of the poor liver.

"It's called eating and drinking. It's not worth living these days."

Seeing the sighing uncle, Jong-seok relished his appetite and closed his mouth.

"Hey... I sold the book."

The uncle laughed at Jong-seok's remark.

"So did you make a lot of money?”

"Yes."

"Hmm... maybe you came to pay for the book."

Jong-seok nodded at the uncle's remark, who noticed why he came.

"Yes."

"Hmm...."

A man laughed at Jong-seok's remark as he looked at him.

"Jongseok is also nice."

"It's such a big money that it's uncomfortable for me to have it all."

"Hoo!"

The uncle smiled small and glanced at the door of the hospital room and said,

"Just in case, don't tell my wife about the price of the book. When I told you before that I wasn't getting paid for the book, how much my wife was pestering me about why I wasn't getting paid."

said the old man, who shuddered sick of it.

"I don't know how much money you've earned, but you're not that desperate either."

Well, it's small, but it's a building. Money won't be tight.

"But I'd like to pay you for the hospital bills..."

"Hospital expenses? Oh! Hospital expenses."

The uncle, who nodded at Jong-seok's words, looked at him and said,

"You don't have to worry about hospital bills.”

"What?"

"Who in the world hasn't had one or two cancer insurance policies these days? And when my wife died, she didn't have any insurance that didn't include cancer insurance or life insurance."

Then the uncle smiled and said,

"I get two hundred thousand won a day just by lying down."

"200,000 won?"

"If you add up the cancer detection compensation and this and that, you'll have money left over for the hospital."

"Good thing."

"Something like that. So..."

said the uncle, stroking Jong-seok's head.

"The money is spent when you have it and the moment you have to spend it."

"Listen to how much..."

"I've told you before that if you listen to the money, you'll have a stomachache and you'll have a stomachache. So don't talk."

"Can I?”

"Instead..."

Jong-seok looked at him as he saw the man giving a clue.

"Instead?"

"Don't forget me and be nice to me when you get on well later."

"What do you think will happen to me later?”

The uncle laughed at Jong-seok, who looked at him with strange eyes.

"Do you know I've been doing business in a bookstore for years?”

"Well?"

"My father died, and I started selling in a legacy building... It's already been 20 years. Do you know how many students I've seen in the meantime? You can't count the answers.”

"By the way?"

"Most of the kids who had no money and bought books from used bookstores were willing. But it's not easy to live in the world just because of the will. But all of those kids who thought it could be anything."

The uncle, who paused for a moment, looked at Jong-seok.

"In that sense... In my eyes, you're a good-for-nothing fellow. That's why I invest in you.”

"Investment?"

"You can think of it as an old-age pension. If I fail later, why don't you give me the money I didn't get now?”

Jong-seok smiled at his uncle as he looked at him.

"I'll try my best not to ruin my old pension."

The old man may not really be trying to raise his retirement pension to himself.

It would just mean that you should spend your money comfortably. And Jong-seok decided to be grateful for that.

As my uncle said, if you do well later, you can pay off your debt now.

But Jong-seok didn't know. You think you owe Jong-seok a debt of heart, or a debt of life.