211 Reading books gives you more experience! 211

A week later, Jong-seok told the hearing to return the monks after receiving money.

Jong-seok was facing a high-pitched room. The high-profile office came to the clinic.

When the reservation was full, Ko Seong-sil, who managed to make a reservation and entered the doctor's office, talked directly to Jong-seok.

"It was stupid."

"What do you mean?"

"To let the victors out and back in."

"I did so because they said they would give me money if I left. Didn't you say you shouldn't go back?"

At Jong-seok's words, Ko Sung-sil opened her mouth while looking at him.

"My boss is very upset about this. He's on his way to stop me from asking him to do something about the trial right now."

From Jang's point of view, he is playing pranky tricks, so he received as much as he could.

Jong-seok laughed at him.

"Good job.”

Ko Seong-sil, whose face was hardened by Jong-seok's words, opened his mouth.

"What do you think money is?"

"Comfortable when there is and uncomfortable when there isn't it?

"I'm dying."

Looking at the stalactites with hard eyes, Ko Seong-sil continued.

"Hosimsa is a 500 billion won project. Do you know what that means?"

"That's a lot of money."

"It's a business where people's lives are at stake. And that life includes me."

"Didn't you push for a good business? Why do you want to buy something that you don't want to sell?”

"I've already spent billions of dollars. You think you can stop here?”

"Then you won't stop."

"Once a spinning wheel is broken, it doesn't stop until it's broken. And we're not the only ones who have the money to spin the wheel. Even if we want to stop, the people who invested won't stop."

Ko Seong-sil, who was looking at Jongseok for a while, opened his mouth.

"This is... a good word. Persuade him to sell it."

"If you don't sell... Sounds like you're going to have a problem."

"It is money and power that can make it difficult for us to make a good judgment legally. The more you hold out, the harder it gets."

Then Jong-seok, who was looking at the high-profile room that stood up from his seat, asked.

"It will never stop."

"It's a rice bowl fight."

If you lose the rice bowl fight, you will starve. So there was nothing so fierce as a rice bowl fight.

Jong-seok nodded at Ko Sung-sil's words.

"Okay."

Jong-seok nodded when Ko Sung-sil left.

"Money and power..."

Jong-seok nodded when he briefly recalled what Ko Sung-sil had said. In what Ko Sung-sil said, Jong-seok found the answer.

In good words, I couldn't understand. Those who wanted to work with money and power would never stop unless they had more money and power.

Having thought of that, Jong-seok called the auditory office and made an appointment.

Facing the hearing that evening, Jong-seok had a few conversations with him.

At first, Jong-seok was a little hesitant about what he said, but he could not help but nod his head at Jong-seok's opinion, saying that the construction of the continent would continue to be troublesome and difficult for the monks.

***

Chang was heading to Hosimsa Temple with Ko Sung-sil.

"It's a nice day today.”

Chang was looking out the window with a happy face. As Chang said, the autumn sky was clear and it was a sunny day without a cloud.

"There's no fine dust and the weather is very nice today."

"Yes, it's been a long time since it's sunny."

President Chang, who nodded, saw Ko Sung-sil.

"I asked you to see the results today."

"Sell it or not, I asked you to build a single edition today."

"But that's a good step forward. Because we dragged them to the table for now."

In the meantime, he said to have a conversation at the appeal hearing, which had only been said no, so progress has been made.

said Chang, who nodded with a smile.

"You've had a hard time."

"Thank you for your patience."

"I thought I'd put them out and set them on fire, but... I'm sure there's a reason why Director Ko told me to endure it. You know what I believe."

When the car stood in front of Ho-sim, talking about this and that, CEO Jang and Ko Sung-sil got out of the car.

Then the men in black suits began to get off the cars that followed.

When his subordinates, who were brought in as bodyguards and threats, got off, President Jang and Ko Sung-sil moved to the favorable review.

As they entered the Tribunal, the hearing and the final stone were there to greet them.

"Thank you for asking."

President Chang bowed his head as he joined hands, and his hearing bowed to each other.

"I'm sorry to have invited a busy man here."

"I have to come because a thirsty man sells a well. So, have you made up your mind? We will live at a good market price, so we will be able to build a large temple on a scenic mountain other than here. If you'd like, we can take care of the site and even the construction of the continent."

Jong-seok, who was next to the hearing, smiled and said at Jang's words.

"It's lunchtime, and if you haven't eaten yet, let's have a meal together first. We came out of the restaurant after we heard that you were eating."

President Chang smiled and nodded at Jong-seok's remarks.

"Sammon food... Just hearing about it makes my stomach feel better."

We had lunch, but if we talk about this and that while eating together, it would be easier to talk about business.

Thinking like that, when Jang agreed, Hearing and Jongseok took him and Ko Sung-sil to the restaurant.

And the wonder of Ko Sung-sil's face to the restaurant was young.

'There are many shoes.’

There was also a lot of black ladies and gentlemen's shoes. That meant that there were many male and female believers in the restaurant.

There is nothing strange about the worshipers visiting in the temple. But something was disturbing.

When Ko Sung-sil slowed down with such thoughts, Jang glanced at him.

"What are you doing not coming?”

"Okay."

Ko Sung-sil, who bowed her head at Chang's words, hurriedly followed suit. And when the auditorium's door-opening hearing and Jong-seok entered it, Chang and Ko Sung-sil followed behind.

Inside the auditorium, people of all ages, men and women, as Ko Seong-sil said, were sitting and making a bowl of noodles.

When Jang and Ko Sung-sil saw the scene, Jang took their seats at the table where the hearing and Jong-seok were placed.

And Jong-seok said to Ko Seong-sil standing behind him.

"Let's have Director Ko join us."

"I'm fine."

"But would it be a meal if you stood there like that?"

At Jong-seok's words, Jang also pointed to the seat next to him.

"Sit down."

At President Jang's words, Ko Sung-sil sat down and glanced at people.

People of all ages and men were all dressed in black and focused on eating noodles.

And Ko Sung-sil's face hardened slightly. Some of the faces of those who eat noodles are familiar to my eyes.

'Jangbok-dong?'

And one of them, especially... Jang Bok-dong, a former Seoul mayor and four-term lawmaker.

The former Seoul mayor is like one of the presidential candidates.

In addition to Jang Bok-dong, Ko Seong-sil's face, which recognized a few more faces, was gradually distorted.

'Director of the National Pension Fund Management?'

Head of the National Pension Fund Management Division... He is the head of the National Pension Service.

Thousands, trillions of money roll around in his hands. A word from him will invest hundreds of billions, and hundreds of billions will be recovered.

And there were a few other big shots on the horizon. It's just the people who recognize it.

People who don't recognize you don't know what you're doing.

"Gulp!"

At the sight of such big names, Ko Sung-sil saw the last stone.

'You're not gonna... stop the waterwheel?'

When Jong-seok smiled at him in the eyes of Goseong-sil, a Buddhist monk who helped with the restaurant business brought a bowl of noodles and a container of broth.

And when I gently put it down next to it, Jong-seok said.

"In a temple, you eat only as much as you eat. Don't put too much because you have to eat everything without leaving anything behind. And they don't talk during meals."

At Jong-seok's words, Jang nodded and smiled, reducing noodles and broth.

When the noodles and broth were removed, the Bodhisattva took the bowls again and withdrew.

Looking at Jang eating noodles, Ko Sung-sil looked at Jong-seok. Unlike Jang, who enjoys noodles, Ko Sung-sil did not touch the noodles.

For him now, this position was like a horse race.

After finishing all the meals, all the dishes and tables were gone. Now that he wanted to talk about business, when Chang saw the auditory hearing, he got up and went forward.

One by one, people pulled the cushion they were laying on and began to sit in line in front of their hearing.

'Huh?

If he had eaten, he would not go out, but when he wondered why these people were doing this, his face hardened.

They found familiar faces among the people sitting down.

'Oh? Jangbok-dong?'

When Jang, who found Jang Bok-dong, who is also a favorite politician of the same family, was surprised, Ko Seong-sil whispered in a small whisper.

"There are many political and business tycoons."

"Who?"

When asked by Chang, Ko Sung-sil quickly began to say the names of people she recognized.

The words hardened Jang's face. He called himself to a place where the big shots were, and that's where the big shots were gathered.

"This is..."

"I don't think it's good."

At the words of Ko Sung-sil, CEO Chang saw the auditory hallucination. The face of the hearing seemed a little uncomfortable.

Seeing such hearing, Jong-seok rose from his seat and approached.

"Shall I do it?”

The hearing sighed at Jong-seok's words and shook his head. Jong-seok bowed his head and sat down.

His hearing held his mind and bowed his head, joining hands, looking at the people sitting down.

"Tree amytabul."

As people lowered their heads, putting their heads together in the joint of hearing, the hearing opened their mouths.

"Today, I invited several poets here to thank my teacher, Hong Ryung, for the end of the 49th festival."

People nodded their heads at the words of the hearing. That's how they were contacted.

***

"...so our monk Hong Ryung..."

Jong-seok was a little frustrated that the hearing only talked about Hong-ryeong without telling the point.

In addition, the reason why I created this event was to talk about the issue and get help from people.

When Ko Sung-sil said that money and power could make it difficult to appeal to the public, Jong-seok decided to respond.

And I was going to enlist the support of the Hoseim believers in this work. It reminded me of the words that Heo Pyong-ji once said among the members of the committee that there are lawmakers and prosecutors.

So I went to the auditory sense and asked.

"Are there any famous members of the Tribunal or political and business tycoons?"

"We have a few minutes."

"Then I'll ask them for help."

At first, hearing refused Jong-seok's words. Hosimsa is a place where people come to find peace of mind, and it is not comfortable to worry them.

And Hong Ryung also knew about it, so he did not tell the believers anything about the sale or sale of the court.

It was frustrating for Jong-seok. If things go wrong, I might lose my appeal to find peace in my mind," he persuaded Cheongak by saying.

The hearing, which was persuaded by Jong-seok's long persuasion, eventually established this position.

But... ...of course I was not able to talk about it.

It's uncomfortable to let others know about your troubles and ask for help.

Jong-seok, who had been listening for a while, gave him a wink. The eye-catching auditory momentarily nodded and opened his mouth.

"I'm ashamed and sorry to say this to this occasion, but... I'd like to ask some of the city's owners today."

Then he opened his mouth after a while.

"There's someone who wants to buy a hospice."

People's faces hardened by the words of hearing.

"Tree amytabul..."

Hearing began to speak at the sight of people memorizing their dislike and starting to spin their hand-held beads.

"So I'd like to discuss it with several believers."

After a moment of hearing, one of them opened his mouth.

"Did Monk Hongryeong know about this?"

"I won't sell it. You did."

"Hmm... then what about the Buddhist monk Hearing?"

"I don't want to sell either."

The man who spoke to the horse breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"Then what do we need?"

Everyone else nodded when someone said it might be over.

His hearing joined hands and bowed his head.

"Thank you."

"We should be the auditors. Where would we go if our temple disappeared?"

"That's right."

The hearing sighed with relief at the sight of people nodding their heads and saw Jong-seok.

Jong-seok was constantly pointing at Chang next to him. His hearing saw President Chang.

Chang was jiggling his hips with an anxious look. As if you want to leave this place quickly.

His hearing opened his mouth.

"I have someone to introduce to the city owners. Zhang Xizu."

Jang, who was looking at him with a puzzled look at the call of hearing, sighed and rose up.

At that moment, Ko Sung-sil held his hand and said slightly.

"Think of meeting giants and building personal connections."

"Human network?"

"Maybe... it's better to connect with the people here than to build a building."

President Jang nodded at Ko Sung-sil's words. The goodwill project has already cost billions.

Thinking about it, however, it was not a waste of money just to make a face with one of the presidential candidates, Jang Bok-dong.

At him, President Chang stood up and bowed to the people.

And Jong-seok smiled when he heard that Jang would not run a self-examination business.

'If only I had asked the congregation to help me....'

I understand why the hearing didn't ask the congregation for help, but... The temple's owners are believers, not monks, anyway.

What's wrong with getting help from believers?

I caught a glimpse of the people who were thinking that way.

'By the way... How many connections do these people have?’

Each one of them is a big shot in the political and business circles or in the prosecution and police circles. I didn't know how much experience I would gain.

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