Rebirth I Am a Chaebol In Korea

The breeze of March passed gently across Zhou Wenhai's face. It is said that everything is revived in March, but the temperature in Seoul today has dropped suddenly, and there are even snowflakes in the sky.

At five o'clock in the morning, Zhou Wenhai had asked Pu Shanyu to drive him to wait outside Zheng Yuna's apartment.

Yesterday, he invited Zheng Yuna to go to Gimhae City in the name of an outing.

Not long after, Zheng Yuna came out listlessly yawning.

"Yunaxi, here."

Zhou Wenhai pressed the car window and said to her.

As soon as she saw Zhou Wenhai, Zheng Yuna immediately had a smile on her face, and she trotted all the way into the car.

The car drove to the highway, Liu Zongxiu and Han Dongzhu also drove behind.

Zheng Yuna yawned several times in succession, she wanted to sleep on Zhou Wenhai's shoulder.

"Yunaxi, if you're sleepy, use this to sleep on for a while."

Zhou Wenhai took out the pillow he had prepared in advance.

"Can't you give me your shoulder to lean on?"

Zheng Yuna, who became angry, complained in plain language.

"I have frozen shoulder."

Gimhae, Gyeongsangnam-do

It was almost nine o'clock in the morning when we entered Jinhai City, Zhou Xingmao told Zhou Wenhai that Mr. was entering Fengxia Village in Yongyi at the moment.

Bongha Village, Jinyong-eup is the hometown of President Roh Moo-hyun. He built a private residence here during his lifetime and spent the last moments of his life here.

It seems that Mr. came here to mourn the deceased.

"Wen Haixi, what are we doing here?"

Getting off the bus at Fengxia Village, Zheng Yuna didn't understand why Zhou Wenhai brought her here.

"I'm here to do something first, and then we'll go to Busan to play."

Gimhae City is very close to Busan, Zhou Wenhai planned to visit Busan after meeting with his husband.

"What to do in Busan?"

"It's such a cold day, of course I went to the hot spring."

"OK."

Zheng Yuna smiled knowingly, she thought Zhou Wenhai would spend a good night with her tonight.

Zhou Wenhai asked Pu Shanyu to accompany Zheng Yuna around, and he walked towards Roh Moo-hyun's house alone.

The residence is a low house built with soil and trees, with a land area of ​​4261.1 square meters.

A young man in a suit and leather shoes standing at the door stopped Zhou Wenhai, "This is a private residence, please leave."

"I was invited."

Zhou Wenhai explained to him.

"May I ask who invited you here?"

"Zhou Xingmao."

"please wait."

The young man turned around and entered the courtyard. After a while, Zhou Xingmao and the man came out together.

"come in."

Although Zhou Xingmao's introduction of Zhou Wenhai to his husband has been approved by his husband, but he was forced by Zhou Wuyi, not out of his own will.

Following Zhou Xingmao into the courtyard, Zhou Wenhai looked around and looked at the private residence of President Roh Moo-hyun. The architectural style was quite ancient in Korea.

"Sir, he is still at Owl Rock, you can wait here."

Zhou Xingmao asked Zhou Wenhai to wait in the study.

After someone poured a cup of tea for Zhou Wenhai, Zhou Xingmao walked out of the study.

There are many books collected by President Roh Moo-hyun during his lifetime in the study room, and brushes, rice paper, ink and inkstone are also placed on the desk.

On the wall behind the desk are four large characters written in Chinese characters "hardworking and patriotic".

In his previous life, from elementary school to junior high school, Zhou Wenhai was forced by his mother who was a Chinese teacher to learn calligraphy. He looked at the writing on the wall and couldn't help shaking his head.

"That's it?"

It had been a long time since Zhou Wenhai had written calligraphy, and Zhou Wenhai suddenly felt itchy. He walked to the desk without thinking too much.

Added some water to the inkstone, then ground the ink. After grinding the ink, Zhou Wenhai spread out the rice paper and picked up the brush.

What should I write?

After thinking for a while, Zhou Wenhai started to write, and just finished writing, Zhou Xingmao and his husband walked in.

"Zhou Wenhai, what are you doing? Who told you to tamper with the things here?"

Zhou Xingmao hurried over to stop it.

"I'm sorry, I saw that there are all four treasures of the study here, and I couldn't control the itching of my hands."

Zhou Wenhai recognized Mr. at a glance, and he bowed and apologized to him.

The husband laughed loudly, "Xingmao, it's okay."

Putting down the brush in his hand, Zhou Wenhai came to the guest seat and sat down in a regular manner.

The gentleman was sitting in the main seat. It was a bit cold, so he rubbed his hands.

"Wen Haixi, do you know how to use a brush?"

The young man in front of me is only in his early 20s, and the husband really didn't expect him to use a brush.

"Yes, I have practiced Huaguo calligraphy since I was a child."

"You can also write Chinese characters?"

"Yes."

Hahaha……

"Then can you write it for me?"

The husband became interested, so he asked Zhou Wenhai to show his skills.

"yes."

Zhou Wenhai got up and walked to the desk again. He glanced at Mr. and started to write.

Two minutes later, Zhou Wenhai stopped writing, "Sir, I've finished writing."

Mr. came slowly, he raised his glasses, and after reading Zhou Wenhai's words, he looked at Zhou Wenhai with disbelief.

"How do you know this sentence?"

As a knowledgeable Korean of the older generation, Mr. Zhou knows the Chinese characters written by Zhou Wenhai.

"This sentence is a temporary feeling, I came up with it myself."

After listening to Zhou Wenhai's answer, the husband looked at Zhou Wenhai with a smile, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

"Uncle Xingmao, you don't know these words, do you?"

Seeing Zhou Xingmao's bewildered expression, Zhou Wenhai laughed.

"Sir, what does this sentence mean?"

Zhou Xingmao asked Mr.

"Wish to be the river, to meet you again."

Zhou Wenhai answered in Chinese for his husband.

"What's the meaning?"

Zhou Xingmao didn't understand.

"It means that I am willing to become the river flowing into the sea and reunite with old friends."

Zhou Wenhai roughly explained it to Zhou Xingmao in Korean, while the gentleman beside him stood alone in front of the study door, and he looked into the distance.

"River, sea? What are you talking about?"

Zhou Xingmao still didn't understand.

"Wen Haixi, can you give me this calligraphy?"

The husband is very interested in this sentence written by Zhou Wenhai, which is also expected by Zhou Wenhai.

"Yes, of course, but I have one condition."

Zhou Wenhai said with a smile.

"Zhou Wenhai..."

Hearing that Zhou Wenhai was negotiating conditions with his husband, Zhou Xingmao was suddenly angry, but he was interrupted by his husband as soon as he spoke.

"Wen Haixi, what conditions do you have?"

"Please don't say honorific words to me, sir. You are older than my parents. If you say honorific words to me, I really can't bear it."

Hahaha……

The husband laughed out loud at Zhou Wenhai's words, "Okay, then I won't say honorific words to you."

Zhou Xingmao took care of Zhou Wenhai's handwriting for Mr. Zhou, and they entered the wing room in the south to discuss business.

"Tell me, why do you want to see me?"

Mr. asked while warming the fire.

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Chapter 33 exploded, I don't know which bastard did it.