Hong Seok stroked Jong-seok's chin when he said, "Isn't it the beginning?"

"It can't be. Huh!"

Hong-seok, who was talking, smiled as if he was puzzled.

"So you mean we tried to turn our backs on you through a chat?"

'Are you... me?'

He is a former senior prosecutor himself. You know he and Moon Jae-chul are members of the same literary circle, and if you did this... Isn't it that he tried to cheat on himself, too?

And that means... In other words, he could have been disgraced by a dog.

If it weren't for Jongseok, I wouldn't have thought it was fake.

A former senior prosecutor was swindled? I'm so ashamed that I can't even report it.

Hong-seok, who thought so, called again.

"It's me. You're on your way? Tell them not to enter Cheongjin-dang and just wait. And dig after the owner of the Cheongjindang. What's your income, what's your debt to the bank? Shake it all."

Hong-seok, who hung up on it, looked at Jong-seok.

"It's hard for us to tell if the item is genuine or fake, so I think Mr. Lee should go with us."

"I was going to.”

Hong-seok nodded as he looked at Jong-seok's words.

As Hong-seok left the room, the grown-ups of Moon Bang-woo began to follow suit.

Jong-seok, who was following him, kicked his tongue.

"Cheongjindang or whatever." You touched the wrong person.’

I'm not sure the Blue House really cheated yet, but... If you cheated, you'd be wrong.

A Samsung general, a former senior prosecutor, and a vice minister...

Though he may not have the power of being in office, he still has enough influence on his current post.

Hong Seok alone is taking care of this with a single phone call.

In any case, such people were moving toward the Chongjin Party with a stiff face.

***

Jong-seok was moving in Moon Jae-chul's car with Hong Seok.

'Wow, that's a good car.’

The spacious car had a luxurious leather seat and a driver was driving in front of it.

"Success is a good thing."

When Jong-seok stroked the leather seat of his car with his hand, he got a call from Hong-seok.

"Yes. Really? Where in foreign countries? Already? Huh... I see. All right."

Hong Seok, who hung up, opened his mouth.

"I guess you've got the right chatter.”

"Really?"

At the slightly sullen voice of Moon Jae-cheol, Hong Seok, who was in front of him, turned his head and looked ahead at him.

"I owe a lot to the financial sector. It's like you've already swallowed up your Cheongjin Party assets.”

"Isn't that strange?"

A man who runs a business can't be free of debt. Seoul hospitals are also heavily indebted to the banking sector.

"Most of those assets are ancient art."

"What do you mean?"

"There used to be a case like this. The antique dealer took out a loan on his artworks as collateral. But later, when he went abroad, it turned out that he sold all the genuine items he had as collateral and left them as fakes."

"Oh! I remember the incident."

"In addition, the family is already out of the country.”

"Was he trying to run away to a foreign country?"

"You must be thinking so."

Moon Jae-chul sighed at Hong Seok's words.

"If Cheongjin-dang's old man was alive, he would have hit the ground."

"What would you do?"

Jong-seok asked about your conversation.

"Did the Cheongjin-dang senior pass away?”

"The man who founded the Cheongjin Party has passed away, and his son is in charge of it now. I don't know how this happened.”

As we talked, the car stopped at an alley in Jongno.

The entrance to the antique shop was full of what seemed to be old things.

Jong-seok said, looking at the adults gathering one by one in front of the store.

"I'll be the grandson of the principal. You can just pretend that you're driving with me to the meeting.”

Hong-seok, who nodded at Jong-seok's words, called somewhere, and the van window opened on one side and a human head came out.

Then, with a small head down, the window closed again.

Hong-seok, who nodded at the sight, took the party into the store.

"Come on... Oops! Aren't they the elders of Moon Bang-woo?"

A middle-aged man who was dusting off a thunderbolt inside the store welcomed the party.

"How are you, Mr. Kong?"

When Hong-seok smiled and talked to him, Gong smiled and shook his head.

"How are you going to get along when your elders don't come looking for you? How have you been, Mr. Hong?"

"When did you retire? What kind of test..."

Hong-seok, who shook hands with a smile, looked at Moon Jae-cheol. Moon Jae-chul stood with a slightly hardened face.

Hong Seok, who had a small tongue in his face, stood between Moon Jae-cheol and Kong and said.

"You brought me a piece of talkative work from our meeting today. I heard that you sold it."

"You mean Chusa's work.”

"That's right. It's been a while since I've seen your face, so I brought people here with me."

"I was going to contact the others anyway, but here you are.”

"Are there other works?"

"I have a few. Come here."

President Kong locked the door and guided him to the inner room.

Inside the store there was a space for entry through the iron door. Maybe they kept expensive and good things inside.

On his way inside, President Kong suddenly looked at Jong-seok.

"And that student?"

"My grandson."

President Kong laughed at the principal's words.

"You must have come to the meeting with your grandfather."

"My grandfather has been having a hard time driving these days."

"University student?"

"Yes."

"Good boy."

With a smile, President Kong opened the safe on one side while looking at Jong-seok.

All of a sudden!

With a heavy sound, Hong Seok glanced at the open vault and looked inside.

There were piles of scrolls in it.

Then Kong took out five of them and closed the safe.

All of a sudden!

President Kong, who closed the safe, hung the scrolls on the wall.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

President Kong, who carefully unfolded the scroll, stepped back.

"Look."

Members of Moon Bang-woo began to read what President Gong said.

"Ho! Isn't this the writing of Seokbong Hanho?"

"It was a gift given to a Ming jangsu during the Japanese Invasion of Korea. I found it while I was in China, and I was so happy that I bought it as soon as I saw it."

Looking at Seokbong's writing, Gong continued with a smile.

"It's written by a Korean master. Of course, you should stay in Korea."

"Patriot."

"No, I'm just trying to get you a good owner instead."

Gong's writings were those of Han Ho, Prince Anpyeong, and Kim Jung-hee.

Moon Bang-woo's elders were looking at the writing as if they were possessed with suspicion. I suspect it could be a fake, but for now, handwriting is a great thing.

Besides, the content is excellent....

It was a good work if it wasn't fake. Optimism, handwriting, and content are perfect.

'I think it's real......'

Jong-seok was also reading as adults looked at the writing with mixed eyes of doubt and admiration.

His eyes were looking at the writings one by one. And...

'Your work is fake.’

Among what Kong brought out, Prince Anpyong's writings were genuine. Instead, the other four pieces were fake.

The handwriting is excellent, but these also appear to have been woven.

Jong-seok, who was there for a while, winked at the principal.

Talk to Mr. Kong. The principal then began to ask President Gong about the work.

Jong-seok whispered to Hong-seok.

"The Prince Anpyong's is genuine and the other four look fake."

"One piece must have been taken out as a genuine one."

In response to Jong-seok's answer, Hong-seok opened his mouth while looking at President Gong.

"I'd like to buy Prince Anpyeong's writings. What's the price?"

"Anpyeongdaegun... Writing?"

"Yes, it's good to have a flavor.”

"How is Mr. Lee Han-ho's writing?"

"It's nice, but... I don't think the price of Hanho's article will be affordable. I love the content of the writing."

"You have an eye, too. 150 million."

As he spoke, Mr. Kong looked at other people's faces. To see if you're interested.

You don't care?’

As President Gong knows, all of the members of Moon Bang-woo were wealthy people.

And those who were interested in calligraphy and were greedy for good writing.

However, it is strange that he is not interested in Hanho's writing.

150 million won is not a burden.’

Hong Seok opened his mouth when he thought of that.

"150 million... It's a little expensive.”

"What are you saying? It was written by Han Ho as a gift to Jangsu of the Ming Dynasty under the order of his ancestors."

"I'd buy 200 million if it were real. Isn't this fake?"

Hong Seok's words hardened Gong's face.

"What are you talking about? This is genuine."

"You look fake to me.”

"What nonsense are you talking about? Look at the handwriting. It's obviously from Seokbong Hanho's handwriting."

Kong was confident. Han-ho's handwriting is definitely Han-

"I think the handwriting is right... It's a bit of a mixed feeling in the writing."

"That..."

How did Gong, who was about to say that, hurriedly changed his words.

"Maybe that's what you thought when you saw it in a small space like this. Doesn't the original writing feel different depending on where you look with whom?"

"Mr. Kong... Now I'll tell you the truth."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's not like we've spent a year or two with your late father... So now tell me the truth. Then we should also think about your father."

"I don't know what you mean. This is genuine."

Hong-seok, who was watching him, laughed at President Gong's remarks.

"Yes, then..."

Sweep!

Hong-seok, who took out the phone, called people waiting outside to come in.

Won Seung-hwan, who saw it, also called somewhere.

Then a moment later came the sound of a knock on the door.

"Open the door."

"This one?"

"I'll go and open the door."

"No... I..."

President Gong, who had been faltering, ran straight forward. When Gong was about to run away, Kang Chul-jae was in front of him.

President Gong pushed for the gray-haired veteran.

"Danger..."

Kang Chul-jae punched Kong in the hand even before Jong-seok even said, "Hae."

Puck!

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

Kang Chul-jae punched Kong in the stomach of the groaning president.

Puck!

When I hit two consecutive rooms, President Gong grabbed my stomach and collapsed.

"Wow...."

It was like lightning in words. It was quick to punch the palm of my hand and hit two rooms in the abdomen.

When Jong-seok threw up his admiration at him, Hong-seok nodded.

"Geo-am still beats people with age."

"If Geoam hadn't joined the army, he would have become a famous gangster.”

Jong-seok nodded at the elders. Kang Chul-jae's ability to hit three shots in an instant was great even for young Jong-seok.

Hong-seok, who looked down at Gong, turned around and went out. And after a while, people came in with Hong-seok.

"Mr. Gong Song-min, do you..."

Hong-seok said when the person who talked to Gong about something was about to take out the handcuffs.

"Don't handcuff me.”

"What? Oh, yes."

The man with his head down took Kong on both sides. Then Kang Seung-yoon came in.

"Here it is."

When Kang Seung-yoon came in, Won pointed to the scrolls hanging on the wall.

Kang Seung-yoon was waiting outside at the request of Won Seung-

Kang Seung-yoon took out his magnifying glass and brushes and began carefully examining the writings of the scrolls.

"The handwriting is genuine..."

Even Kang Seung-yoon said, "Won Seung-hwan kicked his tongue when he looked at the scrolls with a long face."

"Don't look at the whole article, but look at it in one letter at a time. Is it painted in one hand or in another?"

Won Seung-hwan explained that feeling is so abstract that Kang Seung-yoon can recognize it.

Kang Seung-yoon nodded at the words and began to divide the letters with a magnifying glass. And...

"Well... I see. It's subtle, but the handwriting is a little different. Unless you know and see, the expert can't be fooled."

Kang Seung-yoon was impressed. It was a masterpiece that he would not have known if he had not seen it.

"I think we should take the details to the museum to see if it's okay, but I think it's fake."

At Kang Seung-yoon's words, Won Seung-hwan looked at Kong.

"I'll open the safe."

“....”

Won Seung-hwan opened his mouth when he saw President Gong who was silent.

"Don't you know it's all wrong already?"

At Won Seung-hwan's words, President Gong sighed and opened the safe. Jong-seok hurriedly said as investigators tried to take out the scrolls inside the safe.

"There's a genuine article in it, so please be careful.”

When investigators and others saw him at Jong-seok's words, Hong-seok asked them to come out and carefully took out the scrolls one by one and hung them on the wall.

As the scrolls were caught one by one, Jong-seok and Kang Seung-yoon began to look at the writings.

***

The scrolls of famous figures from Cheongjindang are 53 works.

Among them, six were genuine and the other 47 were fake.

The combined price of fake works exceeded 6 billion won. And there were quite a few works that had already been sold out as a result of searching through Kong's books.

There was only a scroll, so there would have been more mockery if you checked other antiques.

If Kong did not get caught and cheated out of it, a fraud worth more than 10 billion won would have happened.

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