173 Reading books gives you more experience! 173

Jong-seok, who unpacked at Kim Cheol-soo's lodging on a transport boat, looked around the room.

The room was quite large. There was a kitchen in a large living room, three rooms and two restrooms.

"How's the room?"

Jong-seok nodded when he saw Kim Chul-soo standing at the entrance of the room with a tired face.

"It's a big room."

"America is all big. And this.”

What Kim Chul-soo throws was a cell phone.

"What is this?”

"In the U.S., the phone bill is also expensive. Use this if you need to chat or surf the Internet. Don't sell your house while using what you brought from Korea."

"I've been roaming your data.”

"If you take a picture of yourself abroad and send your friends, the data will be ready soon."

"Thank you."

"Inside my number and store number. And it has our store's lawyer's number.”

Jong-seok nodded at Kim Chul-soo and looked at his cell phone.

"Do you want a break or a beer?"

"I'd like to take a break, maybe because of the jet lag."

"Then get some rest."

"But can you go up to the roof?"

"The door is open."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Kim Chul-soo's words, went up to the rooftop.

Jong-seok on the roof looked at the city. Passing cars and buildings with lights...

Jong-seok nodded at downtown Los Angeles, which is not that different from downtown Korea.

"Everywhere people live must be the same."

Thinking like that, Jong-seok looked down at the bottom of the apartment and turned around.

Then the light-handed Jong-seok began to gently spread the ball.

Whiz!

Then a wind permeated the hand of the stalactite and began to spread throughout his body.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

And as I got on the plane, my muscles and joints began to relax.

'Oh, it's cool.'

It was Jongseok's first night in Los Angeles, which began with an unexpected incident of terrorism.

***

At lunchtime, Jong-seok was roasting bulgogi quickly in a crowded transport boat.

For the busy LA people, the shipping line was also selling lunch boxes only during lunchtime.

Therefore, customers and lunch boxes in the restaurant are busy. And among them, Jong-seok played the popular bulgogi.

For Westerners, the sweet taste of bulgogi and the texture of the meat are without likes or dislikes.

Argh! Argh!

"Bulgogi!"

When Jong-seok began to put bulgogi on a plate with a horse, assistant chefs brought it to serve.

Kim Cheol-soo, the general chef, ate a piece of bulgogi left in the pot while looking at the chefs' menus.

"Well... the last stone is the best."

Jong-seok laughed at Kim Chul-soo's remarks.

"Does it taste bad?"”

"No way. The meat has a perfect ripe texture. It's soft and... Anyway, that's great. I knew the taste of Americans right away in a day. Excellent."

Jong-seok smiled at Kim Cheol-soo's words and looked at his liver. His taste lacked a bit of spiciness.

But it will taste this good because it has to be made to suit the taste of Americans.

Then Jong-seok, who washed the pan in water, began to stir-fry the bulgogi again.

At the end of lunchtime, the employees who closed the store were relaxing and talking.

After washing off the smell of food in the shower room, Jong-seok said with a bag.

"I'll be right back."

"Are you going to be okay alone?"

"I have a cell phone map app and a location tracking app. What are you worried about? I'll call you if I have work."

"Do you have any money?"

"Of course."

Jong-seok, who waved at Chul-soo's horse, left the store. While on the transport boat, I decided to help with the kitchen work, but not all day long.

The ferry had to help with the work only during that time because lunch time was the busiest.

Anyway, when Jong-seok left the store with his bag, his cell phone started to vibrate when he moved.

Jong-seok laughed when he took out his cell phone.

"It's Bin. I was going to contact you anyway.”

He pressed Jongseok's phone call.

"Brother."

Are you okay?

"I'm fine. Did you call me to say hello?”

You're in LA, aren't you?

At Kim Bin's words, Jong-seok's face was puzzled. I tried to contact him, but he was busy, so I didn't contact him in advance.

I thought you'd say you'd miss the schedule if I called you.

"How did you know?”

You came in yesterday?

"Yes."

Then you're right.

"What?"

Haven't you seen the news?

There was something I could guess from the word "news"...

Did my name appear on the LA Airport news yesterday?’

Then Jong-seok, who was thinking for a while, opened his mouth.

"My name was on the news of the LA airport terror."

Does your name come out? Search for Kung Fu Master in the tube. And where are you now?

"The shipment in Los Angeles now. I heard you're a regular here, too.”

That's great. I'll be there.

"It's time to take a break at the store."

Ah... then there's a cafe called Athena about two blocks to the right from there. Go over there. I'll be there.

"Are you not busy?"

I was going out for lunch. I'm waiting.

Jong-seok, who hung up the phone with it, tilted his head and walked to the cafe where Kim Bin spoke and took out the cell phone that Kim Chul-soo gave him.

"Master Kung Fu?"

Jong-seok, who felt something, accessed the tube and searched for the Kung Fu Master.

Jong-seok, who was watching videos related to kung fu, noticed a title.

'LA Airport Kung Fu Master?'

Jong-seok clicked on the video.

The video came with something rustling. As the video that was facing the floor went up, it was seen that the police were surrounding the five men.

'Is this yesterday?'

I saw the scene in the video and it was the airport yesterday. Perhaps one of the people on the floor took a picture of the situation with his cell phone.

Bang!

A carrier that flies from somewhere with the sound of a gunshot and the police turning their heads and the men raising their hands... Then he saw himself running after him.

The sound of the gun shook the screen, but the video was neatly filmed between himself and the men.

'That's what I did.

The self in the video, as the title says, moved like a Kung Fu Master. The number of views was visible in Jong-seok's eyes when he was watching him fight.

'Mill?'

The video uploaded yesterday has already been viewed a million times. There were a lot of comments on the bottom, too.

The comments that people wrote were a little extreme. As there is fear of terrorism from the perspective of U.S. citizens, the reaction was extreme.

And many people were thanking. For protecting the airport from terrorism.

I searched some more videos of Jong-seok. Among them were news footage from the tube and CCTV footage from the time.

However, there was no information on the name of Jongseok. The police did not reveal Jong-seok's identity to protect his identity.

Bin must have seen this video. Have you seen this news in Korea?’

Jong-seok searched for Korean news because his parents would be worried about him.

Los Angeles Airport Terror.

Terrorists attacked the LA airport. Fortunately, the airport police were active before the terrorist attacks.

There was a story about the LA airport terror on the Korean news. There was no details, but the report said the terrorists were initially suppressed by airport police and were not seriously damaged.

Fortunately, there were no names or contents of Jongseok in the contents.

'That's a good thing.’

Jong-seok, who was walking with that thought, was able to enter a cafe where Kim Bin spoke.

After ordering coffee at the cafe and sitting down for a while, Kim Bin came inside in comfortable shorts.

"Brother!"

When Jong-seok raised his hand, Kim Bin walked to his seat with a white man.

"If you think you're coming to LA, call your brother. Are you coming without a call?"

"I didn't contact you because I thought you'd be wasting your time. I was going to contact you today instead.”

"Even in a hurry, I have time to meet my brother."

Then he pointed to the white man next to Kim Bin.

"This is O'Neill, who is filming a drama with me right now. You know?"

Jong-seok looked at the white man at Kim Bin's words. He's tall, he' And a white man with a nice beard.

"I don't really watch dramas."

Kim Bin laughed at Jong-seo's words.

"O'Neill is one of the hottest actors these days."

"You're handsome.”

As the two spoke in Korean, O'Neill smiled and reached out his hand.

"Thank you."

Jong-seok looked at O'Neill with surprised eyes in Korean.

"Do you speak Korean?"

O'Neill laughed at Jong-seok's words and shook his hand small.

"I learned a little from working with Kim. I'm not good at it."

Jong-seok smiled and reached out his hand to see O'Neill speaking in Korean, albeit sparingly.

"This is Lee Jong-seok."

"I was surprised to hear that Master Kung Fu is Kim's friend."

Jong-seok and Kim Bin saw O'Neill speaking in English as if Korean was uncomfortable.

Kim Bin said to him.

"What I showed you today is O'Neill. I saw you kick and came to ask if you were a taekwondo master."

Kim Bin, who ordered a simple lunch set from an employee who came to receive the menu with a horse, talked to Jong-seok.

"An oriental medical license test? When is it?"

"After two weeks."

"Did you study a lot?”

"I miss you so much."

O'Neill asked Jong-seok's words.

"But where did the martial arts learn?”

"Sorimsa."

"Oh! Shaolin Temple. The Sorimsa martial arts are amazing."

Jong-seok laughed as O'Neill pretended to move his hands around.

"But Mr. O'Neill seems to be working out, too."

"Did you not know?"

"Looking at you walking in, you seem to be familiar with martial arts other than the gym."

"Oh! Do you know just by looking at the walk?"

"A little."

Kim Bin said at Jong-seok's remarks.

"O'Neill has mastered Jeet Kune Do."

"Jeokdo Island?"

"O'Neill is in charge of security in our drama."

"The guard learns such martial arts."

"It's a drama."

Anyway, O'Neill, who knows martial arts because he has an action scene, seems to have been cast.

***

Jongseok followed Kim Bin to the set because he came out to see LA.

"Wow, the set is huge."

The drama set was bigger than I thought. Inside, like a large warehouse, there were several sets.

Several sets, ranging from hospital corridors to operating rooms, were made real.

The staff approached Kim Bin when he showed him around the set.

"I'm going into Kim's shoot."

Looking next to Kim Bin, nodding his head at the staff's words, the stylist approached him and fixed his makeup on his face and dressed him in a doctor's gown.

"Let's go."

When Kim Bin went to the set to film, he introduced Jongseok to the director.

"My friend Lee Jong-seok from Korea."

"This is Lee Jong-seok."

The director smiled at Jong-seok's greeting and reached out his hand.

"Kung Fu Boy."

"Have you seen the video, too?"

The director nodded at Kim Bin's question.

"O'Neill's been showing videos everywhere. Can you not watch them?"

Then the director looked at Jong-seok and said with a serious face.

"What Kung Fu Boy did yesterday... Thank you very much as an American."

"I just did what I had to do.”

Laughing at Jong-seok's words, the director pointed to the seat next to him.

"Sit down."

As soon as Jong-seok sat down, filming began. Kim Bin's drama was an American medical drama.

Patients were lying on the bed as if they were filming the emergency room, and Kim Bin was laughing and talking to the nurses.

Did you say that the character is a talented playboy doctor?’

In line with his character, "Foolish," Kim was working with nurses, joking and laughing, with a charming smile.

Soon, a man with a paint job limped into the emergency room and collapsed.

Then Kim Bin rushed to look at the patient.

'It's realistic.’

Curiosity and interest in Jong-seok's face began to grow young at the scene where he was in a hurry with a patient moving as if he were real.

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