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Writing with fewer stones will be a pleasure.

Choi Hyun's writing is admirable.

When the two were caught writing, the adults looked at the writing and nodded.

Their handwriting was very good. Jong-seok's handwriting was round and soft and seemed to be flowing with water, which made me feel at ease.

Choi Hyun's writing felt a lot of weight.

There was a story and a heart they wanted to do in one person's writing.

Jong-seok was saying that this place was fun, and Choi Hyun respected the adults or Cheongseo-won who gathered here. I'm talking.

Choi Hyun looked at Jong-seok as he watched adults appreciate the writing. I don't know what the gaze says, so when I see him, Choi nodded and said,

"I'll go first, ··"

"Go ahead."

I don't know what I'm going to do first, but when Jong-seok gave me permission, Choi Hyun nodded and pointed to what he wrote.

"I wrote a reverence. It may mean a lot, but I won't tell you about it because you know it. It's how I feel about this place where I wrote this."

At Choi Hyun's words, adults looked at the writing with a small nod. I just enjoyed writing quietly.

Jong-seok looked at Choi Hyun once and the principal gave him a small wink when he looked at the adults.

It meant, "Explain the writing."

Jong-seok slipped a step forward. But it was only a symbolic step, not actually a step forward.

It just caught people's attention by taking such actions. Then Jong-seok, who returned to his original position, opened his mouth with a slight pull on his strung foot.

"The reason why I wrote the joyous joy is that you already know it. I like this seat."

Then Jong-seok saw what he wrote and continued.

"I don't think seniors write to show others. And I don't think it's for culture, either. I just think the reason why they're here is because they enjoy writing and watching."

The adults nodded at Jong-seok's words.

You may have learned writing only when you were young to enjoy showing your skills to others, or you may have learned it at home.

But what good is it now that you're at this age? Now I'm just doing it because it's good to write and watch as Jong-seok said and it's still fun.

"In the future, I hope adults enjoy this calligraphy."

The adults nodded at Jong-seok's words. And said Kang Chul-jae with a smile.

"Fun is the best thing in the world."

"Yes, Geoam is right. Happiness comes only when you're happy, and you're enjoying your food."

Jong-seok bowed to his elders, and when he went to his seat and sat down, other adults took each of his writings and began to hang them in front of him.

The calligraphy contest lasted quite a long time. The process could not be quick because each adult wrote and brought it to the front and talked to each other.

But the slow progress was not boring or boring. Adults' writings contained handwriting as much as their age.

And when the adults finished writing their writings, the principal smiled and made one suggestion.

"Why don't we take a look at Mr. Lee and Mr. Choi's handwriting this time?"

Jong-seok looked at him at the principal.

"What do you mean in writing?"

"There are a few limited typefaces that only people like us can use, but only two teachers can write different handwriting. So I'd like you to show me some handwriting for the old guys here."

Adults nodded their heads as if it would be fun to hear the principal say.

"It's also a great pleasure to be able to see multiple handwriting at once."

"I know."

Jong-seok nodded at the elders. At this rate, it wasn't that difficult.

And there was no reason to refuse the elderly because they were happy.

Jong-seok smiled and looked at Choi Hyun.

"Would you like to?"

"Let's say you can only see five handwriting that you are confident in."

Jong-seok nodded at Choi Hyun's words and came forward with him.

"This time, Mr. Lee will go first."

At Choi Hyun's words, Jong-seok nodded and took the brush to the well-grained ink.

Jong-seok was able to use many different handwriting styles because he had experienced the handwriting of many Korean masters during the Moon Jae-chul scam.

The handwriting of masters such as Chusa, Seokbong, and Prince Anpyeong.

In addition, the handwriting of master scholars from the Ming Dynasty and before that of China.

He could use at least twenty handwriting.

Jong-seok, who was holding a brush in his hand for a while, nodded and opened his mouth.

"It's written by Wang Mun-kyeong of the Qing Dynasty."

Jongseok, along with a horse, wrote a letter on Korean paper. And as I hung my writing on one side of the wall, the adults nodded.

"Surely Wang's handwriting is beautiful and beautiful.”

"Don't you think it was written by a woman, not a man?"

When adults who knew Wang's handwriting nodded and appreciated the writing, this time Choi Hyun grabbed the brush.

"I am Chusa's handwriting."

Choi Hyun, who said she would write in Chusa's handwriting, wrote the letter in a calligraphy style. Jong-seok nodded to him.

In fact, Jongseok and the next letter were going to write letters. The idea was to show the difference in handwriting by writing the same letter.

However, when Choi Hyun saw what she wrote, she read the idea and wrote the same thing.

Jong-seok, who bowed his head to him, began to write another letter.

***

After the calligraphy competition was over, adults who had a simple evening and accompaniment were greeting each other with regret of parting.

And Jong-seok was talking to Choi Hyun.

"It's been a while since I met a friend who I've met."

"I was happy to meet Mr. Choi, too. When I have time, I'd like to have another opportunity like this."

Choi Hyun smiled at Jong-seok's words and opened his mouth while looking at him.

"Shall we be friends?"

"Friend?"

"Wouldn't it be a bit of a hassle to talk to each other? Young people talk comfortably, don't they?"

"Hey, but Mr. Choi must be a little older than me." Is that okay with you?”

At first glance, he looked three or four years older than himself.

"You don't hate to see me asking if I'm okay, do you?”

"But you're older than me. Should I be a friend or a brother?"

Choi Hyun shook his head at Jong-seok's horse.

"My brother and brother should be polite to each other, but friends put pro over courtesy, so I want to be friends with Mr. Lee.”

To put it simply, he meant that he wanted to live without reserve. Jong-seok smiled at him and reached out his hand.

"Let's get along well."

At Jong-seok's words, Choi Hyun looked at him and held his hand.

"It's fast to talk down."

"Wasn't this what you were saying?”

"That's true."

When Choi Hyun said, Jong-seok looked at him and said,

"But do you make friends like this often?"

Choi Hyun nodded at Jong-seok's remarks.

"Because I like to keep good people close."

"The genealogy of the people around you must be very twisted."

Choi laughed at Jong-seok's remarks. Actually, it wasn't wrong. Choi Hyun, who doesn't like to discuss formalities from top to bottom, made friends if he agrees with each other.

"It's good to be friends."

When I talked with Choi about this and that, Choi approached me with a smile.

"Mr. Lee, you were talking to our Hyun-yi.”

"You're leaving now?”

"I'll go back to work tomorrow."

With a smile, Choi Kyung-min pulled a business card out of his pocket.

"Please come to Busan once. Busan's fish cakes taste great."

When Choi Kyung-min said, Jong-seok politely received his business card.

"I'll be indebted to you next time I go down."

"Hahaha! Do so."

When Choi Kyung-min smiled and saw Choi Hyun, he took out his business card and held it out.

"Call me, have a drink."

"Okay. Goodbye."

While watching Choi Kyung-min walking toward the tour bus with Choi Hyun, Jong-seok looked at his business card.

Busan Shipping Company

Representative Choi Kyung-min

Busan Shipping Company

Planning Team Leader Choi Hyun

'Busan Shipping?'

I don't know what Busan Shipping is, but it seemed to be the head of a company related to shipping.

With that in mind, when I put my business card in my pocket, the adults gathered today came up to me and started to give me business cards to keep in touch.

He had dozens of business cards given by adults in his hands.

president of ilyang food co., ltd.

Jin-Goo

CEO of True Education Co., Ltd.

Noh Sung-sil

Honorary President of the Korean Taekwondo Association

Heo Jin Sung

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Jong-seok smiled at the experience book. With the business cards given by the adults we met at the traditional seowon yesterday, Jong-seok searched the Internet for who they were.

Some were ordinary, others were running small companies. And there were some great people among them.

In particular, Choi was running a shipping company as Jong-seok thought.

It was also quite a large scale.

Choi Kyung-min's nickname was Jang Bo-go in Busan, which owns a number of passenger ships sailing beyond Jeju Island to Japan.

It was Choi Kyung-min who was unique in the sea of Busan.

Anyway, thanks to the adults I met at the traditional seowon, Jongseok was able to gain quite a lot of experience.

Jong-seok, who was laughing at his experience book, suddenly recalled Hwang Myung-in.

"Is Wonju Hwang too honest? Or are you pure?"

Hwang Myung-in, if he had asked the adults who gathered at the traditional Confucian academy to help Cheongseowon yesterday, they would have helped him.

Maintaining the traditional Confucian academy now is also being maintained with their money.

If Hwang Myung-in had asked for help in creating a branch in Seoul without selling Cheongseowon, they would have helped him.

If it were money, he would have provided money, and he would have helped other administrative issues.

In addition, there are still people in the education world like the principal, so they could have brought students to Cheongseowon in a hands-on study format.

Instead of asking them for help, Hwang Myung-in tried to solve the problem by selling Cheongseowon.

'What would I have done if I were in Wonju?’

Jong-seok, who was thinking about it for a while, smiled.

"I would have asked for your help.”

And when you think about it, it's not just once or twice that I've been helped by adults.

My parents' health check-ups, and I even asked them to let me see paintings at museums in Japan.

Contrary to what he said, however, Jong-seok seemed unable to do himself until he saw the situation.

It's harder to ask for help than I thought.

"Then, you owe the elders."

Jong-seok, who had such thoughts, took out his cell phone and called the elders of Moon Bang-woo.

"If you have time, I'll have dinner with your family and give you a massage. Yes, the whole family. Okay. Then please call or text me whenever you have time. I'll be there on time."

Jong-seok intended to massage not only adults but also their families.

I'm sorry that's all I can do now, but at least I can take care of your health.

And adults smiled and thanked Jong-seok.

They were already well aware of the effect of massaging Jong-seok at every meeting of Moon Bang-woo.

Therefore, Jong-seok is thankful and grateful to give massage to his family, not to refuse.

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