Chapter 98:

Chapter 98:

Chapter 98

Namhang (South Port).

A cruise ship makes waves under the bridge.

The white foam that scatters in the air looks like snowflakes, delighting the eyes.

Just like the waves that sway over the winter sea, the Namhang market is also buzzing with unexpected good news.

Its a bit crooked. Dont touch that one, lift it up a little to the right. No, not left, right! Lift it up a little to the right!

Mr. Choi, youd be the type to keep talking even if you fell into the sea. This banner may look light, but its heavy as hell. It looks perfectly aligned to me, but you keep changing its position. Are you trying to train a dog or something?

Dog training needs to be in sync too, you know. How can we do this if our hands and feet dont match? Stop talking and come down here. Did you skip breakfast or something? You have so much energy. Let me try it!

The merchants of Namhang market are working hard to hang the banner since the morning breeze.

The banner is placed in a prime spot, like the entrance sign of the market.

The faces of the merchants who look at the banner fluttering in the winter wind are flushed.

Its not because their faces are red from the cold wave (), but because their hearts are warmed by the words on the banner.

-Namhangs son, Jang Young-guk! He got a perfect score on the college entrance exam!

He was a boy who grew up with the strong accents and sea winds of the sailors.

He moved ice from the ice factory () with his fern-like hands in the markets narrow alleys, and he also sold fish with his mother on a mat.

In a way, he was a boy who was cherished and nurtured by all the merchants of Namhang.

Im really crying my eyes out. I cant imagine how he must have felt in Seoul, among those people. But he did well in his studies too, how wonderful is that.

Mr. Choi, if you cry like that, youll lose all the juice from your fruits. Do you think youre the only one? Were all the same. Its so good that he did well. Isnt it?

All the merchants are teary-eyed as they look at the banner.

Namhang market is having an unusual boom. Its not even a holiday season, but tourists are flocking from everywhere.

The reason is simple.

Is this the fish shop where Jang Young-guks mother works?

Shes clearly a young woman from Seoul, judging by her accent. Mrs. Yang squints her eyes and looks at her.

How many people have come since the morning breeze?

Not only tourists, but also media people.

Its all because of the rumor that the secret to Young-guks exam success was the seafood from Namhang.

Thats why the fish they got from the wholesale market are already sold out.

From seasonal seaweed to seafood, everything is gone.

According to the rumor, even the parents from Gangnams top eight school districts are planning to rent a bus and come down here to get some luck.

Thats when Young-guks mother greets the young woman with a curious look.

How did you get here?

At that moment, the young woman hands her a business card from her coat.

Its a business card with the name of a magazine. Mrs. Yang and her mother look at the card alternately.

Im Kim Sun-ah, the editor of Dongseon magazine. I was wondering if I could interview Jang Young-guks mother.

There have already been countless reporters who came and went. But this time, its a magazine. Mrs. Yang steps forward to help Young-guks mother who is in trouble.

A magazine, you say?

The editor Kim Sun-ah smiles and explains.

Our magazines theme for this month is great mothers.

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The impact of the perfect score on the college entrance exam was bigger than expected.

After all, he was the only one who achieved a perfect score on the exam, which was known as the impossible exam.

And he was a rookie actor who was called a teen star.

The publics attention, as well as the medias interest, was inevitable.

It was evident even on the morning of his school day.

Despite the early hour, there were more reporters than students.

There was even an ENG camera, which meant that it was broadcasted on the terrestrial channels.

-Its Jang Young-guk!

The eyes of the drama department PDs widened like the youngest PDs muttering.

He was the hottest star in Korea right now.

He was so popular that he even appeared on the 9 oclock news.

There was someone who greeted Young-guk warmly.

It was a famous PD.

Young-guk!

The veteran PDs gave him a sharp look as he called Young-guks name casually.

They had a gap in their careers, but he was the most likely candidate for the CP position. But did they know?

The first person to become the drama department head among them was none other than the famous one.

Do you want some orange juice like before?

Yes, please.

As I sit in the meeting room, old memories come flooding back. I had also visited the Prince Hotel for script reading when I was filming The Man of August.

Not long after, writer Choi Eun-sook enters the meeting room.

She exclaims with pride as soon as she sees me.

Perfect score on the college entrance exam! Jang Young-guk!

Im embarrassed, writer.

Whats there to be embarrassed about? How amazing are you? A perfect score, Young-guk, you always surprise people with something. Youll surprise them today at the script reading too, right?

Its almost like a solo script reading.

Of course, MBS Broadcasting Station had to do some preliminary research since they were investing a lot of money in the production.

Not to mention, the appearance fee was also unprecedented among the three major broadcasters.

As proof, there is a camera running in the meeting room. As if to record this whole situation and show it to someone.

How much time do you need?

Ive already read the script book once.

Lets start right away. But we need someone to read the lines with you. Can writer Choi do it like before?

Its an honor for me. Now there are so many actors who want to read lines with Young-guk. Ill read the lines well for you this time too.

Writer Choi, you still want to call you a sister. You look like an aunt, not a sister, by your face value.

What are you talking about! Dont say that and choose the starting part quickly. Where do you want to start the script?

Yoo Myung-han pretends to be troubled by Choi Eun-sooks nagging. The script volume was already out until the middle. Since it was a video that had to be shown directly to the president, he was worried about which scene to choose. Thats when it happened. Leaving Yoo Myung-han behind, Young-guk speaks up first.

Dont do that, writer Choi. You read the lines first. That way, I think the lines will come out more naturally.

What a confidence.

It wouldnt be an exaggeration to say that he memorized all the lines in the script book.

I knew how amazing Young-guks memory was, but I wondered if he could do it. Choi Eun-sook also had the same expression.

She recites the lines with doubt.

Your Majesty, why do you pay attention to such a lowly creature? If you want to reach the Gyeonghoe-ru by the time of the banquet, you should hurry up now.

Its Yeonsan-gun who went out to inspect the lives of the people.

He is inspecting the houses of the commoners without his royal robe.

Next to him is his guard soldier who walks with him.

At that moment, what caught Yeonsan-guns eye was none other than a dog that was dying of illness.

And next to the stray dog, there was a small puppy that looked like a baby.

Do you know, Gyumsabokjang. How my mother met her death. Everyone said that, I heard it over and over since I was young. My mother, Queen Yun, died of illness.

At that moment, Yeonsan-gun strokes the head of the dying dog. Then, the puppy who was watching him from the side bites Yeonsan-guns hand.

At that sight, Gyumsabokjang () immediately tries to draw his sword from his sheath.

Stop, Gyumsabokjang, even this weak animal is doing its best to protect his mother. How can I harm it? When the queen was expelled and everyone was silent, did you also keep silent about my mothers death, Gyumsabokjang. I guess you did. I did too. I pretended not to know my mothers death even though I knew it. I had to pretend not to know my mother who died vomiting blood. Isnt that obvious? I, who was the crown prince at the time, was less than this young animal who is trying to protect his mother now.

Your Majesty.

Dont worry, Im not so weak anymore.

At that moment, Yeonsan-gun, no, Young-guk raises his head with red eyes.

And then he smiles faintly in the wind that blows in.

The wind of blood is blowing.