Instead of Moon Jae-chul, who seemed shocked by the word "fake," the principal looked at the scroll and said.

"It's good for my eyes and it's handwriting. And Chusa's handwriting seems certain......"

At the principal's words, lawyer Hong Seok also nodded.

"There's a paper color and scent that I think is over a hundred years old.

At Hong-seok's words, the principal said after a while.

"I've heard a long time ago that paper is washed in water to make an imitation..."

When you wash the writing on old paper with water, the writing is washed away. Of course, it's not something that anyone can do, but it's something that only engineers can do, but I've heard that story before.

Moon Jae-chul shook his head at the murmur of the erasers and looked at Jong-seok.

"Why do you think it's fake?”

"I don't know much about Chusa Kim Jung-hee's writing."

"But why?"

"But... the handwriting in this article is very good."

"Then wouldn't it be a fake?"

At Moon Jae-cheol's question, Jong-seok shook his head while looking more closely at the writing.

"It's fake."

"How come?"

"Every word is good handwriting. Perhaps Chusa Kim Jung-hee's writing is correct."

"So you're saying it's not fake?”

"The writing is Chusa Kim Jung-hee's handwriting. But... this article is fake."

Moon Jae-chul frowned at Jong-seok's words.

"The handwriting is correct, but the writing is fake..."

When Moon Jae-chul looked at Jong-seok, he asked instead.

"I'd like you to make it easier for me to understand. What do you mean, handwriting is real, but writing is fake?"

"That's..."

Jong-seok opened his mouth while reading.

"It looks like Chusa Kim Jung-hee's writing has been compiled."

"Writing?"

"Before, Mr. Kang Seung-yoon said that good writing with meaning can get high prices.”

"Yes."

"Wouldn't it be the same as Chusa Kim Jung-hee's writing that doesn't have much to say about how expensive it is?"

"That's it..."

The principal, who was speaking, glanced at Moon Jae-cheol and looked at the scroll again.

"Are you saying that you took Chusa Kim Jung-hee's cheap writing and woven this poem?”

"I think so."

"But it's hard for us to see anything wrong."

"The writing becomes lively, depending on what kind of mind the writer has. Do you remember what I said when I used a chair for you?"

Moon Jae-chul remembered what Jong-seok said.

"I think a chair means treating and recovering people. So I hope that the people who see it will be comfortable and healthy."

"I remember."

"I wrote it hoping that it would be convenient for the people who see the chairs. So, as adults said, I felt comfortable when I saw the chair."

Moon Jae-chul's back nodded at Jong-seok's words.

"It's not just about meaning and meaning, it's about heart. But I think that's what this article says."

"My heart is broken?"

Jong-seok said after thinking for a while at Moon Jae-chul's words.

"Did you bring it by any chance?"

Moon Jae-chul took out Moon radiation from his bag as Jong-seok said.

Jong-seok changed his mind for a while after changing his mind.

"Sit quietly, the car seems to be ripening and beginning to smell, and a novel action seems to open the flower.’

After thinking about the contents for a while, Jong-seok's nose was filled with tea scents.

Sweep!

A warm aroma of tea was flowing from the teacup next to it.

Jong-seok, who was in charge of tea incense for a while, looked out the window and saw flowers blooming on the road.

They say it was written in exile. Where the tea scents are flowing and the flowers are blooming, it must not have been so bad."

Recalling how Kim Jung-hee felt when she wrote the article, Jong-seok, who had been there for a while, wrote down the article.

Sweep! Sweep!

Jong-seok, who slowly wrote, put down his brush.

"As expected, Mr. Lee's handwriting is always fine.

Those who saw Jong-seok's writing began to smile and appreciate it.

"It feels different to see the first pitch with the arm of the Wang Mungyeong."

Listening to people's exclamations, Jong-seok opened his mouth looking at the paper.

"How do you feel?"

"It feels comfortable."

"I feel like I'm getting a car scent from the writing."

Jong-seok nodded as he looked at the writing for a moment. Not tea, but... No, it did smell like tea.

It doesn't come from the writing, but from the teacup next to it.

Anyway, I felt comfortable when I was watching. I could feel the comfort of the writing because I wrote it thinking about my feelings of appreciating flowers while making tea.

Looking at the adults, Jong-seok pushed the writing aside and wrote the same poem again on the new paper.

Sweep! Sweep!

Jong-seok, who wrote quickly, said while looking at the article.

"How about this article?"

"Well... well written."

"I see."

It was a good article because it was the same writing in the same handwriting. However, the voices of adults seemed a little sour.

"And it feels a little different."

"I see. It's the same writing and the same handwriting as the one I just wrote, but it's a little rough."

What Jong-seok thought of while writing this article was just miscellaneous thoughts.

"This is just a thought-provoking. I'm not paying attention."

"I see."

"I'm not asking you to concentrate when you're writing.

Jong-seok nodded at the elders and looked at the writing on the scroll.

"But this article doesn't feel like that. No, it feels like it's happening at the same time."

Jong-seok, who was looking at the writing on the scroll, pointed to the flower painter.

"This speaker, in particular, feels very different.”

"How can I do that?"

"The content of the article says that this speaker should feel more like a roadside flower than a bright one. When I was making tea and looking outside, I felt good and comfortable because there were flowers. But this speaker feels like he's looking at a pretty flower that's growing well rather than a comfortable roadside flower."

"It certainly feels fancy."

"Aren't you also feeling a little sad?"

At Jong-seok's words, adults nodded while reading.

"That's what I'm feeling it."

"As I told you earlier, I think this piece is a collection of Kim Jung-hee's writings that is famous and meaningful."

Moon Jae-chul's face hardened by Jong-seok's words.

"Suddenly!"

Jong-seok opened his mouth after seeing Moon Jae-cheol biting his lips as if he was angry.

"But if you look at each letter, it's a masterpiece."

It was a consolation to Moon Jae-cheol, but it was not a consolation to him.

'What shame is this?'

I wanted to show off that I got good writing from my friends and to appreciate it. He seems to have only known that he has no eyes.

When Moon Jae-chul sighed, the principal patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't be too discouraged. Still, knowing the truth like this, where is it?"

"I'm very angry.”

"Hum!"

When Moon Jae-cheol said not to comfort him, the principal smiled awkwardly and took his hand off.

Hong-seok, who was looking at Moon Jae-cheol, looked at the scroll with a stiff face.

"How much did you pay for it?"

Moon Jae-chul sighed and opened his mouth when Hong Seok said while looking at the scroll.

"I bought it for eight thousand."

Jong-seok's mouth opened wide when Moon Jae-chul said.

Eight thousand?

Wang Ga-hoon was also expensive, but there were many letters there.

But now there are only 14 characters in the scroll in front of you.

That means it's more than six million won per letter.’

Jong-seok, who was looking at the scroll, glanced at Moon Jae-cheol. It was also understandable why Moon Jae-chul was angry.

No matter how much Chusa Kim Jeong-hui wrote, this was nothing but fraud.

Hong Seok opened his mouth while looking at the scroll.

"If it's genuine, it's a good bargain, but... This is why I'm crying!"

'This is a cheap price? Wow... Ancient art is great.'

When Jong-seok was surprised inside, Hong-seok took out his cell phone and looked at Moon Jae-chul.

"Where and how did you live?"

Hong-seok, who turned on the recording function of his cell phone, asked Moon Jae-chul about the incident.

So was the circumstances of the incident. A few days ago, I got a call from an ancient art dealer.

When asked if he wanted to buy a good work, he went to an ancient art store to see the product and saw the item and bought it because he liked it.

"Is there a genuine confirmation?"

"I bought it in Chongjin-dang, what more checks do I make?"

"Cheongjindang..."

Hong Seok knows this place if it is Cheongjindang.

The owner of Chongjindang was well versed in ancient art, so none of the items he bought there were fake goods. Until now...

So the receipt from Cheongjindang was distributed like a guarantee.

"If you're the owner of the Cheongjindang, you're well versed in ancient art. So did he get hit too?"

I asked after the last stone of the horse.

"If Cheongjindang is well versed in ancient art, why didn't he notice it?”

Although he has experience as a graduate of a national university due to his study experience, he wonders why he didn't notice what he had noticed.

Hong Seok looked at the scroll after a while at Jong-seok's question.

"I'm sure I'll have to meet him, but... As Lee said, the handwriting of the scroll is definitely Chusa Kim Jung-hee's."

"Then I have eyes too, can't you recognize Chusa Kim Jung-hee's writing?"

Hong Seok nodded at Moon Jae-chul's words. They also have some skill in calligraphy.

And I have eyes to look at... Until Jong-seok told me, I believed it was genuine and thought it was a good article.

And I still feel like Jong-seok's words... There was a side that I didn't understand well.

"What the Cheongjin Party knows is Chusa's handwriting and the quality of the paper, not the feeling. What they do is look at the item and see if it's for sale or not, not even feel like Mr. Lee."

Hong Seok, who stopped talking for a while, opened his mouth.

"Or... this could be what they look like."

"What does that mean?"

"Do you think fraudsters will lie a lot?"

"Isn't he?”

Isn't lying a fraud? Hong Seok shook his head as he looked at Jong-seok.

"Small crooks pack lies with lies, but real big crooks hide lies from the truth. It hides one of the ten truths."

"One false out of ten truths?"

"Lies are deceiving people only when they have some truth."

Then he held a plate containing Hongseok's refreshments.

"Shipboat refreshments are very delicious. This is the truth.”

"Yes."

"But only one of these refreshments is rotten. But I don't know until I eat it. This is the nature of fraud. It's about showing them a lot of truth and lying about one important thing."

"So... are you saying that you cheated on purpose in the Blue House?”

"That's what we need to go and check. Were they swindled or were they also swindled?"

The principal opened his mouth to Hong-seok's words.

"Did the Cheongjin Party cheat with 80 million won? "There's credit they've accumulated so far..."

Hong-seok opened his mouth when the principal said, "I don't think so."

"You'll find out when you try."

Then Hong Seok called.

"How have you been? Yeah. Nothing else. I think my acquaintance was swindled. Yes, it's called Chongjindang in Jongno, and it's an antique shop. Yeah, send someone over. We're going there now."

He was probably a former prosecutor, so he contacted a prosecutor or police officer he knew.

Hong Seok, who hung up, looked at Moon Jae Chul.

"Come on."

"Okay."

When Hong-seok tried to come forward with Moon Jae-chul, the principals tried to follow suit.

"Let's go together."

"No, Mr. Lee's been here for a long time, so we can have dinner together.”

Jong-seok said to Hong-seok.

"Excuse me.

"What's wrong?"

"The one who asked you to come. I think it's better to tell them to stay outside and not go into the Cheongjin-dang."

"Why is that?"

"If you see the elders know about Cheongjindang, you know it well. The director is also a member of Moon Bang-woo?"

"Yes."

"If the Cheongjin Party was trying to cheat, you might have guessed that you'd see this scroll with the members of Moonbang-woo. Then you might think that some of the elders might come to see if there are other works."

Jong-seok, who stopped talking for a while, looked at the adults and said,

"Did anyone see this scroll before I said it was fake and thought I wanted to buy it?”

Some of the adults raised their hands at Jong-seok's words. And among them was the principal.

'Is our principal rich?’

After thinking about it for a while, Jong-seok opened his mouth.

"If the Blue House tried to cheat, there would probably be a few more of these."

"Hooray! Then I'll take out those pieces if I came to see them with a talk.”

"Don't you think? From what the principal said, I think there's quite a lot of credit in the denomination... I don't think I'm going to lose that credit with a single scam. Wouldn't Director Moon be the start?”

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