Chapter 2: Taking an Illegal Extracurricular Course

It was a day in July 2020 when I hit my head in a car accident.

I was 32 years old .

It was the beginning of a sad year in which testosterone was surrounded by stress and female hormones, and I lost my morning tent.

Well now, .......

"Go......, gopilly?"

I saw the textbooks and question papers plugged into the desk.

I could also see my old bag and summer uniform.

It overlapped with my memories of the past.

The Habitat of Dull Males

It was the site of the hardships I had cried out for alone during my adolescence.

Now a piece of memory came to mind, a piece of the memory of napping and sleeping in a corner of the room of memories.

"'Eh ...........................' ... Really, what is this?"

I woke up with a start.

I couldn't believe it when I saw it.

But the sensation was too vivid.

The rough bedding cloth and the stench of stinking males spoke to me that my senses were normal.

A hand went casually to his face.

"Ah!"

He pinched his face hard, and a hint of pain came over him.

The tingling was so intense that even the green chili was gone.

"Oh my God, Park!"

The hands and feet I could see were as plump as they had been when I was on the reins.

The hands and feet I could see were as plump as they had been when I was on the reins, just as I remembered them from my childhood.

It was the Hanafuda era of 2006, which remained only as a photo memory.

My body trembled.

The unbelievable reality complicated my mind.

"Then how old are you now?"

I waved my finger and counted my age since it was a forgotten past.

"Eighteen!"

Eighteen, the legendary age of "nothing to fear."

"Are you sure you're not dreaming?"

My body shuddered .

An excruciating shock hit my whole body secondarily.

"Grandpa wasn't a glass?"

It was all too vivid to be a prophetic dream that I had once lived in the future.

It all replayed, even the sadness of being rejected by a drunk at my first college party.

The memory of being beaten up by a senior in the army and beaten behind the toilet was also vivid.

The lonely sorrow of those who couldn't find a job at the graduation ceremony of the university also came to mind.

The joy of getting my first paycheck at work!

The love that made my heart tremble!

Thirty-two years of intersecting joy and sorrow flashed through my mind.

"What in the world is the truth!"

That said, it took a punch to the cheek of common sense to believe in this moment.

This was a major event that existed in novels and movies.

How could a person die and regress to the past again?

Crack!

I punched him on the cheek again to confirm, and intense pain hit me.

Oh, it hurt.

It wasn't Gura.

"'My God. Are you sure it's a regression lotto?"

My body twitched and shook.

It was like a 9 on the Richter scale earthquake.

My body swayed.

It was an unbelievable reality.

"So we can go to school again?"

I automatically thought of my high school days in my saved memory.

It was too vivid, like watching a movie. No, not a past life!

It was the high school days when I was just living my life.

"......"

My face turned red.

It was a time when I was walking steadily through the unethical course of an excellent grade, a loser who was too ordinary to think for himself.

I spent a lot of time sketching out everything.

I spent most of my time at school, spinning novels with the kids and sleeping.

It was a time when smart phones were not widely available.

After class, I ran to the internet cafe and ran Starcraft.

At home, I used puberty as an excuse to rebel.

I borrowed novels instead of exam books and giggled.

I wasn't stupid.

Based on the basic skills I had honed in junior high school, I maintained mid-range grades at a prestigious local high school.

My dreams and foresight for the future were sold off for gaming money and books.

"It's really .............................. embarrassing.

Embarrassment was just my role at this moment in time.

Having made such a vain life a cornerstone, I could see the next course.

"'By the way, another college entrance exam...'!"

As soon as I thought of Shuno, the memory was suddenly summoned to my mind.

"Oh! Ooh! Oh!"

Suddenly there was a scream.

I covered my mouth with my hand and suppressed the scream.

"I can think of everything, everything!

What the hell am I supposed to do with this?

All the Shuno problems came up in my mind.

When I was a ronin, I unfortunately tried to solve all the questions of the Shugaku-ryoku test.

This included the essay questions of each university.

It was a disappointing and regrettable past, so I struggled.

It was a problem that had passed, but I did my best to solve it.

Four, the bar exam too..." ...float away!"

Even while studying for the bar exam, I had memorized all the questions that had already appeared in the past.

This included not only the first round but also the second round questions.

Knowing the existing questions was the basis of all my studies.

Next year, even if I took the test right now, I could get the highest score possible.

Damn, this isn't a dream, is it?

I calmed my trembling heart and hands.

I was sure it wasn't a dream.

I could see the questions from each year in my mind.

I was a moving bar examiner.

"Yes! I even bought some stocks!"

When I was working at a brokerage firm, I got hooked on the world of stocks.

As a computer operator, I looked at countless graphs after the close of trading hours.

Errors in securities calculations could mean the end of a company.

I also tried my hand at stocks and various other products.

In order to be hired as a full-time employee, I had to study for the three financial certifications: Securities, Funds and Derivatives Investment Counselor.

I prepared to trade not only the Kospi, KOSDAQ (over-the-counter market) and foreign stock index futures, interest rate futures, currency futures, commodity futures, but also options derivatives and FX margin trading.

He worked very hard to study to become a full-time employee in his own right.

When I got home, I ticked off the days I couldn't do it in my rooftop room on a graph.

The basis of being a stockbroker was, after all, a graph.

I even pulled out a graph of stock prices from the wall of my room and used it as wallpaper.

With a small amount of money, he also tried to buy stocks that the staff at the brokerage firm had recommended.

I made a lot of money, but then I got caught up in a stock operation and blew up.

"It was the most passionate moment of my life.

"It was the most passionate moment of my life. ...."

This was not a lotto, but a superball that had been accumulated about ten times.

I believed my grandfather when he said, "I eagerly rubbed the Mirror of Power Heaven."

I had thought that going back to the past was a fiction in my imagination that could only be done in a novel, but it had become reality.

I looked up and looked around my room again.

"'What was the bonus present Grandpa gave you?'

Poof!

As soon as the words were finished, an intense light fell in the air.

Whoa! It's so bright!

Eyeball terrorism ensued.

And .......

"I'm going to teach you the Five Elements of Taiji. I'm going to teach you the Five Elements of Tai Chi and the Dual Intention Heart Technique.

"What?"

I thought my eyes were blurry, and suddenly there was a Taoist sitting in front of me with a fluttering white beard.

Wheezing.

I thought the wind was blowing, but in no time at all I was at the top of a huge rocky mountain.

The time was just as the sun was rising.

White clouds hung below the mountain, giving it a mysterious atmosphere.

It looked like a world where the Immortals were running around and playing.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

The environment had changed so much that even the demon god was dazed.

It was a spatial shift that occurred again in an extraordinary situation of regression.

"Me? The Director of Fresh Healthcare, Mr. Chung Ryung Shin."

"What? Shi, are you the Director of Fresh Healthcare?"

I started to feel dizzy.

I had never heard of Fresh Healthcare before.

"Let's hurry up. If they find out this is an illegal extracurricular activity, we'll have to shut down the business!

"Gulp!"

I didn't know how the hell it worked.

I was not familiar with the words "fresh health care," "extracurricular activities," or "Tenryu Shintai.

"I'm not sure how the hell it works. ....... Why does your body have such amazing takugi?"

Tenryujin-kun stared at me and furrowed his brow .

. "Huh? You think I like musculature?"

I hadn't heard that before.

"'Stop eating dinner at night. It'll break your bones."

"......."

Son of a bitch, he got right to the point from the start.

My face burned.

"Eat your ramen just right. Your blood will rot."

This is outrageous.

What the hell are the unemployed supposed to eat to survive in a world where money is scarce?

"Close your eyes. Shall we get this over with?

The Director of Health Care looked around.

He was cautious because he couldn't see anything from the mountaintop.

"Isn't it dangerous to handle something like this on your own?"

A life dead and reborn, I didn't want to get blown away in one shot.

"'Extracurricular, don't you know the big three?" Quick! Precise! Nucleus!

"Ah!

Oh, my God, this is ridiculous.

I'm sitting on my ass.

"You've seen what I've seen."

The Tian Long Divine Army showed a mocking expression.

If you see it in martial arts movies or novels, you'll see it.

"'Using imposters will make you terribly ill.

Ah! Fake!

I forgot to say it on the spur of the moment.

A fresh healthcare director must have been a legitimate one.

"Let's get started."

I felt the palm of the self-proclaimed Heavenly Dragon Lord's hand from behind me along with the horse.

"'We'll start at the famous gate and go around the front yard a hundred times, all the way to the forest vein. After the Great Wine Spring, I want you to eat as you please.

"''How about it?

"Hey! I've got something like that. Let's go!

There it is!

What's this? Why can I hear the sound of waves on my back?

Chapter 3: Mom

"......"

"'Fuzzy-headed seemed to be the word for such a moment.

Sweat trickled down my body.

At the same time, sour and dirty juice seeped out.

"It wasn't a lie. Wow, it really is ........"

I had nothing to say.

I had really learned the heart method of Miss Taiji Wu Xing.

Singsong - the illegal extracurricular activities of the Director of Health Care, the climbing board and the front bloodstream flew.

I thought I was going to die.

The blood passage gave me the feeling of forcing a large glue roll into my small mouth.

My blood vessels swelled up as if they were about to burst, but the Tenryu Shintai didn't stop.

When tears and snot covered the front of his eyes in pain, he said.

He said it would grow so fast it would hurt.

It was definitely not the Director of Health Care, but the Director of the Illegal Treatment Center.

I spent a long few days there, unable to talk to him because of his grip on my blood.

But the effect was mantan.

My whole body was flooded with yellow liquid.

Every time I went around the Suzhou River, my bloodline became harder and wider.

My muscles were good, but I had lived in a world so rotten that my body was also rotten with the accompanying growth.

So, as soon as the painful soju fountain was over, I woke up.

Then I saw the inside of my room.

Obviously, I had seen the sun rise many times, but time had not passed at all.

"Is this possible? It can't, can it?

I let out a sigh of emptiness in the empty room.

No one answered.

However, as a result of Suzhou River, I could casually feel the inner edge of my lower stomach.

The cotton T-shirt I was wearing was full of yellow liquid.

The dream and reality were all one.

My mind was imprinted with the Tai Chi Five Elements method of operating the mind.

Not only that, but as a service, I also taught him a martial art called "Taiji Wu Xing Liuyi Fist.

However, it could only be used by those who practiced the "Tai Chi Five Elements of the Heart Method.

As I practiced, I was able to use not only my fists but also all the weapons in my hands at will.

I've heard that's not commonplace .

Where are you from?

Then Tenryujin-kun asked with a chuckle.

What comes to mind when you think of Taiji?

I blinked my eyes and said quietly, taking a kepom.

"He said, taking the kepom quietly, "You mean the former independent Changmen who fought for four days and three nights to send the leader of the Ma Sect to the finish line and won the Grand Prize for the 3,233rd Jade Emperor Actor's Fable of his time? Hey, ......."

It was a false history, so it was not confirmed.

But the ability was certain.

The high cost of illegal extracurricular activities was very effective.

This was why he seemed to be taking the high-priced extracurricular classes in Jiangnan.

"Oh. Is this all the cum in my body?"

The foul-smelling liquid on his white cotton t-shirt and jersey raised an eyebrow.

It was in a state that could only be elephantine when washed with Lux.

I got up from my seat.

The world was spelled out in this glass, but it felt 100% real.

It could have been a dream.

Just the fact that I was back again made me feel like I had the world all to myself."

"'Truly, poverty is painted on the backwaters.

It was a tattered living room assigned to me at home when I started junior high school.

Under a rusty tin roof, this room was hot in summer and icy in winter.

I saw one old computer and the 4M speed KT Internet that his father had installed to power the "In-Gun".

It was a rural area, not a city, so the internet was connected by telephone lines.

It had also been installed a month ago.

"A cellar loan 500 with 64 megs of ram, 4 megs of graphics, and 10 gigabytes of hardware downloaded Windows 98 and Hangul 97... Huh, such an ancient Korean relic... ...."

The stored memory data came into view by itself.

The monitor was also a bulging 17 inches.

It was my most expensive valuables.

Looking at the computer, I began to feel real again.

As the sun rose, the room began to heat up.

I took a break, but there were no make-up classes.

It was only at this time, due to the protests of all the teachers working at the school, that supplementary classes for vacations were abolished.

"Let's start with a clean slate.

The physical discomfort was horrible.

The copper smell filled the room.

I grabbed my clothes and held the door to my room.

"Tessan~I have to eat breakfast~"

Just then, I heard my mother's voice coming from outside.

"Mom ......"

Hearing my mother's voice, which warmed my heart for the rest of my life, was the best thing that could have happened to me when I came back to life to die and hear it again.

She was the one who never gave up on me even when I failed the bar exam and was living as a ronin in Seoul.

The mother who always texted me morning and night to tell me to eat.

I would be grateful if I could just hear her voice. She was the mother I had talked to.

In the past, when I was on vacation as a child, my mother's voice was like a petulant voice.

It was annoying in the morning when she stayed up late reading novels or playing games.

But that was not the case now.

"Yes, mother. I'm going to take a bath."

The saranje had a small bathroom attached to it.

My father had installed it since my adolescent twin sisters were in the main house.

"Rice~rice!" Mom, rice!"

The cups of rice and foodstuffs supplemented in Seoul were not the lowly meal ticket rice.

The "rice of mother's love" that I had nurtured with all my heart in our vegetable garden called to me.

The memory spat in my mouth.

I walked into the old bathroom.

"Are you tall too?" In the meantime?"

I couldn't believe it, but after an illegal extracurricular activity in my dream, I became a little taller too.

My shoulders also widened even more, probably due to the influence of the big alcohol spring.

There was something unfamiliar about my reflection in the bathroom window glass.

"My skin plumped up.

It was completely different from my thick, pre-mortem appearance.

Unlike back then, the flesh protruded when plucked.

My body, filled with express collagen, sobbed.

It was my body, but it didn't look like my body.

"'Is this all dregs of your body?'

The yellowish-black liquid on the taut skin was sticky .

The effects of illicit extracurricular activities in a dream are the best.

"Tsahhhh."

I poured cold water over my body and scrubbed with soap.

I used the soap many times to see how hard it was.

My water is very refreshing.

It was so refreshing that I felt faint because it was underground water.

That's how I took a bath.

Then I put on a cotton t-shirt and short pants and went as I saw.

"Oh! Nice~"

It was a soke started by a 10th generation ancestor.

I could see the rich mountains behind and to the left and right of the house.

The house was over a hundred years old, with a tiled roof, and a lawn garden carefully tended by his mother.

I was welcomed by a water supply on one side of which I had climbed a tree as a child.

My father's tiller, built next to the gate, was also familiar to me.

The hot, flickering fire announced the climax of summer.

"Huh."

I took a long, drawn-out breath.

It wasn't the annoying PM2.5 filled air of Seoul.

I felt my lungs clearing.

It's a taste of country life.

I was relaxed a little bit, having been so absorbed in the charm of my hometown that I had never known before.

"What's wrong with you, son?

"What? No, I like the sun.

"Come in quickly. The soup will get cold.

"Yes!

I saw her mother.

She looked tired, as if she had been to the orchard early in the morning.

Then she looked at me and smiled.

When I was in elementary school, she was the most beautiful of all the guardian mothers.

Even now, her graceful figure was not that of a country lady.

"Mom!"

She called her mother and ran to her and hugged her forcefully.

Her mother was surprised by the charm that she usually didn't have.

"What's with the big guy? He's disgusting.

My mother, who was now shorter than me, said teasingly.

"I'm the most beautiful mother in the world.

The way she spoke naturally became childlike.

"Pii, your father is not the only one.

My mother smiled with her wrinkled eyes.

My mother, who had once been famous in this village for her beauty, fell to her knees before the years.

But to my eyes, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

"She was the most beautiful woman in the world in my eyes. No matter how you look at it, my mother is not a country girl."

She said that she was a graduate of the painting department of Hongin University, the tower of art departments in Korea.

Before coming to the country, my mother had never pulled a single weed, but now she is a farmer.

Whenever she had a hard time, she would fall asleep for days.

She said, "Where is my constitution? The farmer is there so we can all eat."

I asked him, "Why is your father so happy? Your mother sold the country in a previous life, didn't she? There is no way my father could have saved the world.... ...."

"Huh? Ho-ho-ho." "I am the princess of Leprechaun who sold out her country.

My mother chuckled in amusement.

It was the first time in a long time that I had seen my mother's hearty laughter, and it made me feel good.

"''Mother, I'll only let you walk on the flower path from now on.

In the past, I would have complained to my good mother at this time.

I would have complained to my good mother about the meatless side dishes that she served me every day.

I messed with my missing allowance.

He didn't help with the farm work because he said he had to study even though his parents were working.

I felt so sorry for him.

"'Son. Even if you like your mother, let's eat dinner now.

"Oh! I'm sorry, sir. You were hugging your mother without your father's permission.

"Oh, yes. Your father's jealousy is not half bad.

Mom and I sat down at the table.

It was a wooden room with a cool breeze blowing.

A bowl of rice like the servants' rice, a bowl of fragrant tenjangjigae with tanish, a bowl of light bean sprout kimchi soup, freshly picked cucumbers and gochujang (red pepper paste), freshly boiled anchovies, and ripening yorum kimchi were all on the table.

My eyes became enraptured.

"'What a precious table...' ....'

My head cracked open and I almost smelled the aroma.

It was a mother's sincerity that I would never taste again if I didn't catch the lotto of sudden regression.

He put a spoonful of refreshing bean sprout kimchi soup into his mouth.

"Wow! Mom, it's really good! The spicy yet cold taste is the death of Hae Jang! Mom, why don't you try a restaurant instead of farming? Why don't you start a restaurant instead of farming? You'll be a big hit if you build a bean sprout soup shop.

"Hangover? How can someone who's never even had a drink know what it tastes like?"

"'Son, you've grown up. How can you not know what alcohol tastes like?"

"Son. Lie is sane like his father."

'"No lie, but ......".'

When I was in college, I was old enough to be considered a drinker in my own right.

The years came back, but I was in my thirties, knowing the taste of a hangover.

"''But why is this house so poor?

The kitchen and wooden floor of the old converted house caught my eye.

It didn't look much different from what I had seen when I went back to the country before I died.

It was the height of squalor.

There was nothing completely new, from the small refrigerator and old rice cooker that were almost 20 years old, which his mother had purchased when she came to marry him, to the chopsticks.

The state of the household he was entering now.

Tears were trying to hide the front.

"'I need to make some money. .......'

Chapter 4. Money is no object

I came back to my room after eating two servings of rice.

I helped him with the dishes and his mother was surprised.

She said, "Don't tell me that people change when they are about to die.

That's how unfilial I was in my previous life.

I couldn't bear to say it.

. the fact that I, his son, would die an untimely death in Seoul a dozen years later.

So I came home to find my room a mess.

"Damn! It smells amazing."

The room was filled with the strong smell of testosterone after coming back from breathing in the clear outside air.

The first thing I did was open the windows and the doors of the room to let the air circulate.

Thanks to Tenryujin-kun, I took the clothes and bedding with the spilled residue on them and put them in the washing machine in the yard for distribution.

I wiped the room with a scrubbing rag .

After I was discharged from the army, I regained a momentary spirit of cleanliness.

My mother took a nap in the main house during that time.

She was too weak to do anything in the midday sun.

It was easy enough to clean up my room and check on my condition.

"There was no point in having all my stock information crammed in there. I'm at the bottom of my capital.

My father went to the agricultural cooperative for loan problems.

A few months after this time, the rice paddies were blown up due to overdue debts.

From this time on, the family began to completely perish.

My father tried to farm apples organically, without pesticides and fertilizers.

It was never going to work.

It was not yet time for organic farming to become popular nationwide.

There were few places where you could pay a lot of money to eat organic apples.

The apples weren't even solid.

I didn't want to buy and eat damaged, small apples, even from my point of view.

It was frustrating for my father.

My father was the first person in the town in decades to produce such a talent.

There was even a "village legend" that my grandfather held a banquet in the town after he was accepted into the electronics department of Gao Yan University.

However, he was now an unlucky child of the times, unable to overcome the waves of the IMF and forced into honorable retirement.

After his grandfather passed away, he returned to his hometown where only his grandmother remained to farm.

The scars on the world that she received when she retired were great.

My grandmother also passed away three years ago.

All that was left was a small orchard and two paddy fields that she had inherited.

The loan was fully funded.

I was born the eldest of four sons and two daughters, so I had no money saved.

I didn't know much about my mother's house.

She had been disowned.

I never asked her what her mother's side of the family was like.

It was a family taboo.

My father and siblings hadn't come to visit since I got married.

My aunt and uncle and my family did not get along.

My relatives liked to get things for free in the countryside, which was not much.

They casually requested various foods, starting with rice.

For a time, my father quietly fulfilled the role of the eldest son.

He endured the pain that his grandmother wanted.

But when everything was mortgaged and he could not hold on any longer, he held out his hand to his younger brothers.

He asked for a little help.

From then on, it was as if my father's brothers never came to visit him.

They didn't even come to visit my grandfather and grandmother at their memorial services.

On the day of my grandmother's memorial service, I vividly remember my father crying on my mother's chest as he drank all the shochu that had been retired from the house in disappointment.

It was then that I learned that if you don't have money, you don't have siblings.

"Money is the problem. Money!"

A graph of the challah stock market was drawn in my mind.

The stock market, which I had wrapped up as soon as I had enough money to invest, made me impatient.

Unfortunately, I couldn't remember the number of the lot.

However, the graph I had once seen of the "big profits" came to mind.

I had only seen it once before, but it was still clear in my mind.

I bought up stocks like I was going crazy.

There is no more reliable investment in the world.

"Are you getting smarter? Or is this what?"

I wasn't a genius.

I was just an average guy in this day and age with a reasonable IQ and hard work.

The fact that I could think of all those graphs was not a story in itself.

No, it was possible.

"My regression itself is already the king of insanity.

I took a quick look around the room.

My mind was clear, unlike before.

I didn't even see the game I enjoyed playing after dinner and after dinner.

He was not a stony-headed man who played games as soon as he got home when the house was in turmoil.

"No salaryman would lend money to Kopili with the promise of a physical waiver, and even if he did work part-time, the money wouldn't amount to much. I'm not in a situation to talk to my parents about seed money... ...."

There weren't many things in the world that were more important than money.

We have evolved into a world where even the fraternity between family members, excluding parents, is determined by money.

"The grandpa in my dream said to me as he was leaving me.

In my dream, my grandpa said to me as he took me home, "Live happily in the world as long as you want.

Life is too short to live and see it die.

After living and dying for more than 30 years, I realized that my youth was not that long.

"That guy is the only means of Jetek that I can utilize right now."

I saw a future antique computer that was bragging about itself to the hilt.

There were too many dangers on the road.

It wasn't economical to get compared to the effort.

My parents would only worry about me if they knew.

"Stocks are just fine."

I licked my tongue.

The regret was doubled.

Only Uncle Hong Gil-dong would understand the feeling of knowing information but not being able to use it.

My Uncle Gildong, who couldn't call my father father, and I, who couldn't call stocks stocks, felt the same way.

Minors were not allowed to open stock accounts freely.

Naturally, margin trading was also impossible.

In order to make money in a short time... ....

There are so many ways to make money that I can't even begin to count them all.

"Oh! That's right!"

Then a wonderful thought came to mind that passed through my mind.

It's a bizarre way for anyone to make money, as long as they work hard.

"Hmm, sorry. I'm sorry, writer Jang Hee-jae.

I hurriedly turned on my computer.

In those days, whenever I had a little money, my friends and I would help out at the bookstore.

We borrowed interesting comic books and novels and passed them around.

And when we didn't have money, we accessed a website called "Pampia" where we could view novels for free.

It was a time of change when looking at novels began to slowly change from bookstores to the Internet.

The fastest way to become a new writer was to publish a serial on the Internet.

Once you became popular, publishers would publish your book.

I also dreamed of becoming a writer for a while, but my writing didn't turn out the way I wanted.

Not everyone can be a writer.

The interval between reading and creating was a world of difference.

One of my friends even started a series of books and became a writer.

Of course, he couldn't write a few books, completed them and bombed out, but he made a lot of money.

The title is 'The Cloud Combatant'!"

My heart skipped a beat as I thought about the title.

"The first publication date is January 2007. Author Jang Hee-jae. Completed: ....... Still unfinished in 2020! I'm sorry, Writer Jang. But you haven't been writing for 14 years!"

I sold my conscience.

But I was never heartbroken.

Along with Ice Thunder Island,  <Cloud Combatant> was called the two major Magong stations in the Republic of Korea.

Even in 2020, up to 59 books were published.

It was also unfinished.

Overcoming love and hate, I watched  <Cloud Combatant> with a sense of enlightenment.

It was no exaggeration to say that I spent it with my youth.

Enjoyment was guaranteed until the end.

However, I died before Jang Hee-jae.

That's just not possible!

It was time to return the blade of love and hate that the readers had.

The title was right on the money: "Cloud Combatants"! He who preempts, is first!"

He punched out a Hangul window and typed in the title.

I typed the title in a Hangul window, a laser-like concentration coming out of my eyes.

"The hero's name is Red! The heroine's name is ...... Ju-Ye-Rin! The house is completely destroyed after the widower dies. The family is completely destroyed after the widower dies. The hero makes money from the game when he inherits a private debt, but it is stolen by a private debt collector! In order to send his hungry twin sister to school, the stingy hero Red accidentally accesses an artificial game... "Kill the Story.

The synopsis was brilliantly plucked.

To my surprise, the entire contents of the novel I had read came to mind.

Every single particle was replayed.

Dada dada dada.

My fingers danced on the keyboard.

And I started writing like a madman.

Thanks to the regression bonus, the content of "Cloud Combatant" was played back in Hangul as it was.

The very interesting  <Cloud Combatant> had been reborn from my hands.

It was a masterpiece and there was nothing I could do about it.

"Hahahahahahaha, interesting! Interesting!"

Korea's leading game fantasy can be used again (?). Quality was guaranteed.

As the sentence progressed, I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

The main character runs low in a reality that seems to be full of blessings and beggars.

It was just like me right now.

The characters filled the screen that fast.

I forgot how time flows.

It was just like playing Shinzen.

The monitor filled up with two installments at once.

I had never known that writing could be so easy.

It was as if the blood of a dormant writer was flowing through me.

"I'll put it in the free serials section first! And then slash it!"

He knew well the feelings of the impatient readers.

I connected to Pampia.

He entered the information on the screen, which was much slower than in 2020.

Looking at the serialized works on Pampia, I could see some of the works I had read before.

I could distinguish between works that were "bonanza" and those that were "bonanza."

I was deeply moved to see the novels that drew me in like crazy as a child.

"It was really interesting."

With my tongue in cheek, I made an ID.

The ID was Gold River.

The golden flowing river looked fantastic to my eyes.

Both mouths lifted with a click of the mouse.

"Oh, my heart is full. I guess this makes me a writer!"

"The writer I stole from the future, Mr. Jang Hee-jae's masterpiece, filled my heart with joy.

I was reminded of the famous line from the novel where the main character, Red, said.

I was reminded of a famous line from the novel in which the main character, Red, says, "Money is no object! He who eats first is the master! He who eats first is master!

Chapter 5. Author Gold River

"Huh? What's this work?"

After returning home, Dae-shik was surprised to find himself back at the institute, finishing his dinner with a cup of noodles. He looked at the monitor, unaware that the noodles were stretching.

As a newcomer to the workforce with no money, the only healing time for Dae-shik to blow away the stress was at dinner time.

The happiest time of the day was when he went into the pampia with a cup of ramen and a single rice ball to read his new novel.

It was the only luxury allowed to those who were not wealthy.

"Wow! What's with the main character?" It may seem unseemly, but it's full of charm. No typos, no inscriptions... No typos, no inscriptions... ...Good writing, and the story is moving forward. "This is a big hit. It's the funniest thing I've seen in a while."

The binge eaters who judged a work only by its interestingness were the old genre market geeks.

He could sort out a blockbuster by reading just one piece.

"Slurp."

Inhaling a bowl of ramen, the glutton quickly scanned the screen.

His eyes didn't leave the screen.

"'Ooooh! Red, what is this character? Puhahahahahaha! Is an item more important than a woman?"

My usual preference was not for game fiction, but I was very happy with the gluttony.

Red's willingness to put his life on the line for a job-item rather than a woman suited the taste of the matronly solo desiq

"I've read ten of them in the blink of an eye. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. First you select a book, then you recommend it! And I'll even buy you three sets of comments!"

Daeshik, who was too tedious to respond, tapped his keyboard quickly.

Chonglo: This piece is amazing! Please send me the next piece as soon as possible.

It's in the free serials section, but it's up on the edge of the best of the day with ten.

Only three days into the series

Chonglo: One hit!

- Writers! I need that! Please, the next flight, please hurry!

What was that? Wasn't the main character amazing? Is this what you want? Don't publish this work. It's not polite to paper!

니가 teeth are more painful. Jealous . You're a writer too!

The responses continued to trickle in.

It was 2006, when the word "three" was still in vogue.

A fresh novel thrown into the quiet world of Pampia gradually created a gust of wind.

The reaction of the publishers was no different.

The staff of the publishing company who had been monitoring the work quickly began holding meetings.

"Deputy Yi, are you sure about this?"

"Yes! Yes! Even if we don't get it out, it will be 5,000 copies. If we can package it well, we should be able to sell more copies.

"You've only uploaded about ten episodes, but you must be very excited.

"You can see it, Mr. Editor, but it's interesting anyway. The setting in the beginning is also ridiculous." "In particular, it has excellent storytelling ability. It must have been published by an established author with a different name!"

"Hmm ...... interesting, but the fusion fantasy genre still seems to work better than game fiction..." ...."

"'Readers' tastes have changed. For a while, game novels will be the norm.  <Cloud Combatant>! Good" title too. There seems to be something in the title".

In one of the major supermarkets, the morning editorial meeting was eagerly held.

"I recommend it. I read it yesterday and found the main character to be quite charming.

Kyung-ran, a member of the editing team, also recommended it.

He was a seven-year veteran of the team.

"Chief Editor, please skip the context.

"How much do the requirements have to match?

"If you're not a newcomer but an established journalist, I think you have to guarantee at least four thousand copies and eight percent.

"Isn't that too strong?

"Mr. Editor. My feeling is that I'd like to match five thousand with ten.

Lee's deputy insisted on a contract at the level of the top established authors.

The editor-in-chief closed his eyes and pondered.

The editor-in-chief felt the same way.

"All right. Contact me once.

"All right! I'll fly right over!

Deputy Li smiled as his opinion was accepted.

He had been an inconvenient publisher lately.

I felt like I'd run out of steam with just one book, The Cloud Combatant.

"I think this one is good. What do you think?

Meanwhile, the president of Nice Media, who had entered the genre market, introduced "Cloud Combatants" to his friend and staff editor.

His eyes were filled with anticipation as he looked at the monitor.

I saw it yesterday," he said. The content is good. I saw it yesterday, too, and the content is good; it looks like it's guaranteed to be interesting.

"I got a feeling. We're going to eat this film. I'll give you a 10 percent guarantee on 6,000 copies.

"I don't know if I can do that, even though the publisher's situation is not good. If the other writers knew about it, they would be offended.

As a small to medium-sized publisher, the royalty rates for authors were not that lenient, and it was a nice media.

It was a strong royalty guarantee for a newcomer.

It was an existing tower-grade contract for this level.

Recently, the authors' royalties were getting higher even though the number of copies was decreasing.

This was not good for the publishers.

"Yesterday, I had a dream about a pig. I bet this one will sell 10,000 copies.

It was Mr. Choi, the president of Nice Media, whose likes and dislikes were usually very clear.

He was hooked on "The Cloud Combatant" and tasted it on his tongue.

The royalties weren't great, but it brought me closer to the author.

"I don't know the extent of it, but I think we can expect to hit the jackpot."

The editor nodded.

"'Skip the memo. I'll be down when you call!"

"Okay!"

***

"Fufu ......."

If it had been like before, I would have fallen and stayed, but my body held on.

I was breathing lightly.

The rainy season had ended, but the weather was still humid and hot.

I climbed the mountain behind the orchard.

I woke up at 3 a.m. and left the house.

I couldn't carry out the mind attack of Miss Taiji Wu Xing at ease at home.

The mountain behind the house was quite high for a mountain in the town.

It was a highland rocky mountain 500 meters above sea level.

That's where I built my nest.

I had been playing there since I was a kid, so I decided to go for it.

There were no elderly people in the town to climb the mountain early in the morning.

The rocks were steep, but the forest was quite dense.

"Wow! This is a new world!"

I was light-headed.

It took me two hours to get to the big wine fountain.

Since it was an "illegal extracurricular activity," it was "Tenryujin-kun" who skipped the small liquor spring in the attributes and entered the large liquor spring as an extracurricular activity.

Every time he did, sewage flowed from his body and he smelled bad.

There was still a lot of muddy air left.

After the Great Liquor Spring, I practiced Taiji Five Elements of Duality Quan.

It looked like the Soviet method of taijiquan that I had seen in Chinese movies, but it was different.

We had to perform 108 different movements in succession.

It was also effective only if we applied the Five Elements of Taiji and the Dual Righteous Mind Method and led the true opportunity for internal attack.

This also took an hour.

Once spread out, new qi overflowed from all over his body.

It was only a week's time, but I was already mesmerized by the sweet taste that the talented people were giving me.

"I felt refreshed. Phew."

I took a long breath and went down on the mountain.

When the practice was over, the air I inhaled filled my dantian with energy again.

It was a remarkable development for me, who usually could only breathe when it came to exercise.

I wanted to move up to the heart attack stage of the Taiji Five Elements Mistress as soon as possible.

With this, the Heavenly Dragon God-kun ate the Hatching Lamp Fan Grand Prize.

The Heavenly Dragon God forcibly created dantian in my body.

The stage was still at the 1-star level, but the effect was extraordinary.

First of all, my body felt refreshed.

I wrote half a book every day, but my shoulders didn't feel stiff.

Even a bit of travelogue work was refreshing.

The summer heat turned the room into a steaming vessel, but unlike before, I only sweated a few drops.

The heat did not wear me out.

At the same time, when I performed Taiji Wu Xing Liyi Fist, my physique improved.

My waist became wider.

My body, which had only bones, now had muscles.

He was originally 6 feet tall, so he was not small.

Due to lack of exercise, he weighed about 60 kilograms.

For this reason, he was sometimes nicknamed "dried sardine.

However, as his spine grew and his muscles developed, he was fine for me to see.

In just one week, he became a worthy sight.

"No more living the life of a loser!"

I didn't fully understand what "Old Man in the Dream" meant, but I couldn't pass up this heaven-sent opportunity.

I couldn't let my life go to waste again.

I didn't want to waste my time like I had in the past and be called a looser.

I breathed in and watched the sun rise.

I woke up as the ground stretched, pushing away the darkness that had been sleeping.

My eyes felt refreshed.

I could see the mountains shoulder to shoulder, encircling the village.

In front of one of the villages, there was a flat plain and a river running through it.

Before I knew it, the sun was softly rising.

"As expected, I received a contact message from five major genre publishers. Success on the first try!"

"For the past few days, when I connected to Pampia, I received contact messages from several publishers.

I didn't respond hastily.

"Interesting works come to mind when you write them with your feet," was a quote I had coined on the Pampia community message board.

There was only one reason why "The Cloud Combatant" was loved by readers until 2020.

"It is so interesting that it can be accepted even if it skips time.

It was so popular that it was translated and published in the United States.

However, it was difficult to digest the Korean humor code in the US.

In the United States, where heroes are a major emotional trend, it was not easy for the hero of  <Cloud Combatant> to gain understanding.

But I didn't think that far ahead.

What mattered to me anyway was the availability of seed money.

"Are you going to give me the best treatment at the level of established authors? Just to see me? You think I'm stupid."

He knew a great deal about the state of publishers through his "friends whose work had perished."

The Internet was full of feedback from writers who had been lured into signing contracts with publishing houses by their staff and then regretted it.

I was cautious.

And I gave the priority to Nice Media.

Because  <Cloud Combatant> was originally published by Nice Media.

*** "Son, what's going on all of a sudden?

"Son, what's the date all of a sudden?"

"My son is treating me to a full course meal today."

"My son?"

"Mom looked at me with big eyes.

You wouldn't understand.

The official allowance is only 100,000 won a month.

The money left over after charging the bus card was at most tens of thousands of won.

It was money that would disappear if I bought and ate a few chocolate pies with the kids.

So I said I'd buy her a drink and brought her mother along.

It had been raining since the morning.

We took a bus into the city.

The two twins went to school in the morning to take a supplementary class.

Unlike high school, junior high school had supplemental classes for vacations.

Dad had to sit out yesterday to attend a lecture on new organic farming methods.

The opportunity was just given .

I needed my mother's full support.

"''Damn, I can't believe my underage status is dragging me down...''

The president of Nice Media Publishing Company was to come down himself today.

It was to draw up a contract.

A rough discussion went back and forth in the memo.

But there was absolutely nothing I could do on my own.

"I'm a minor.

I am a minor, and minors cannot perform legal acts on their own.

In order to perform legal acts, they must obtain the consent of their legal representative or have their legal representative perform the legal act on their behalf.

However, the Civil Code provides exceptions that allow minors to perform certain acts independently without the consent of their legal representatives.

Among the legal acts of minors, acts that merely acquire rights or relieve them of obligations may be performed independently.

Minors could independently dispose of property that they were allowed to dispose of, with a defined scope.

The novel contract was not a contract where only rights were gained.

It was a legal act where contractual money was exchanged and penalties existed.

In today's contract, his mother's help was the reason he was so desperate.

She didn't want to tell her father yet.

"'We're almost there. Please come down. Oh, dear.

"Son, have you noticed an increase in your cold humor lately?"

With a chuckle, my mother stepped off the bus.

"Let's have a cup of coffee."

"Coffee? Do you know what coffee tastes like?"

"Of course. An iced Americano is just right for a day like this."

The Starbox had opened a few months ago and was right in front of the stop.

"I'll get one from my phone. That's really inconvenient.'

Because of the situation at home, I had no cell phone.

My father was the only one who owned one.

"Mom, do you trust your son?"

"'Of course. Until the day you die, your mother will stand by her son."

My mother answered my question as if it was obvious.

I opened the door of the starbox and stepped inside.

"You're here early."

The president of the publishing company and one of his staff members, who were well dressed and easily recognizable, were sitting by the window.

The appointed time was eleven o'clock, but they seemed to have come early to wait for me.

"I passed.

I walked up to them.

Are you from Nice Media?

The wording came out polite.

I couldn't help but notice my habit of dealing with clients when I worked at a brokerage firm.

"Go, Gold River Writers?"

He called me by my ID instead of my name.

"Yes, sir. I'm Gold River."

"Oh!"

The two men sobbed.

They stood up from their middle seats and looked at me with bewilderment and dismay.

Chapter 7. Contract

"'Tae-san, it seems that your mother has been possessed by the noon demon. Isn't that right?

Mom, that demon is said to later fascinate Kang Go-eun and the whole nation.

In 2006, Kang Go-eun is still in middle school.

Do I ask her out before the demon gives her a piggyback ride?

It was comforting to think of Kang Go-eun, who seemed so pure, yet full of provocative charm.

Back in the past, this was good.

The profiles of the stars that would emerge in the future were rolling off my mind.

Just thinking about them made my heart smile.

"'Would you like some coffee, Mom?

"Yes. It's good. This reminds me of the past.

The mother, a graduate of Hongin University's College of Fine Arts, drank only inexpensive mixed coffee.

The image of her looking out on a rainy day with a cup of coffee in her hand is still faint in my memory.

My sister in the art department became a farmer .

When I was in school, my mother was supposed to have attended Hongin University, but now she was a country woman.

I didn't know why my father had followed her to the countryside.

My mother had many secrets.

She seemed to waste coffee when the ice melted away, and her mother slowly examined it.

A cup of coffee was an expensive over-consumed food for her.

"Let's go out on a date.

"Yes, we should. "Yes, son. Thank you..." ...."

The mother's eyes grew moist as she listened to my story.

A pure mom, moved by a cup of coffee.

The eyes of a mother who lives by the virtue of sacrifice for the sake of her children was heartbreaking.

"'Until the day I died, I lived my life trying my best to live up to that look.

But an unprepared youth was not allowed to survive in society.

"'Isn't it about time you got a response?'

I drank coffee with my mother while President Choi and the editor-in-chief looked over up to five manuscripts in the seat next to me.

In the first seat, the two men were staring at the screen as if they had holes in them.

They were looking at the manuscript early and often.

Since they were veterans, they would be able to get an estimate if they looked at it properly.

So I took it easy.

"Huh."

"Huh. ......"

The two-word sigh heard a short while later signaled that the wait was over.

"'Please tell me the sighs ~are~ good!

It was all I could do to correct a few typos and the inscription.

It was a photocopied version of "The Cloud Combatant," which I read with too much interest.

If it's boring, it means my eyes are rotten.

"Mr. Chang Author ......."

President Choi Eun-chun's voice trembled as he approached and spoke to me.

I could even feel his respect for me.

"I'll sign the contract. I'll give you 20 million won in advance!

"Boss, I got him!

This was how the fate of a work guaranteed by the times was decided.

President Choi confronted me with the revised contract.

I rushed him, expecting him to change his mind.

It didn't take long for "B" to become "A."

"Please sign the contract."

President Choi handed me a pen, and I could see he was nervous.

"Tae-san, ......

When the 20 million won was finalized, her mother was surprised again.

Her mother still didn't understand.

It was odd that the average person would guess that a USB flash drive manuscript was that expensive.

At that time, my family's total income for the year was less than 20 million won.

We earned it all at once.

Please issue tax statements accurately. And when you increase sales, please report and pay immediately according to the contract.

"Of course. I'm a conscientious manager, even in genre markets."

I'm not sure about that.

How can I trust someone I just met today?

I only trust the money in my bankbook.

Gently.

For the first time in my life, I signed the contract that I had confirmed.

I became a writer who was not meant to be.

Her mother also finished signing in her capacity as a legal representative.

"I've just transferred the money to your account.

As soon as the contract was over, President Choi transferred the money to my account.

My poor account, which was Maximum, where I took a maximum of two million won until I died.

Suddenly, I felt like crying.

Ah! It's my bankbook! The days when I was hungry for you are gone.

Your brother will be responsible for you for the rest of your life!

"Please take care of him. Writer Chang.

President Choi held out his hand as he gathered up the documents.

I held out my hand as well.

I was now a full-fledged "money-making member of society.

My day job is as a student, and my second job is as a writer.

"Thank you very much. Thank you very much.

'Yes, it seems so.

President Choi was frank.

I appreciate the truth.

"The truth is highly appreciated. How many books are you planning to write in total? Looking at the contents, it looks like you have at least ten books in the works.

The editor-in-chief's eyes lit up.

I'd like to finish it within 20 books, but that's not polite to my readers. But it was not a courtesy to the readers.

It was a work that had dominated its time.

"Sixty books, sir.

"Oh, six or sixty books?"

"Mr. Writer, ......."

From what I could tell, President Choi and the editor-in-chief were astonished.

There were few books that went unpublished that much.

However, I had inexplicably saved up to 59 manuscripts in my head.

I wasn't sure I could cut it.

I was just a dark substitute for "Cloud Combatant.

"Don't worry about the manuscript. The story is packed to 60 books. I plan to publish one book a month at the latest.

I'm going to publish one book a month at the latest.

I'm a substitute writer, but I'm going to be diligent and honest.

I'm sure I'll finish in 60 books.

It's a grudge I've held as a reader since my last life.

"Let's talk about it then, while we monitor the progress of the manuscript.

The editor-in-chief tried his best.

Hmm, who am I to judge?

This work will go into continuous reprint.

Those two who didn't know the future couldn't paint a big picture of what would be the last present for the rental store at the end of the day.

"Yes, I understand. I'll do that.

If you publish more copies, I will be the king.

In a few days, I'm sure they'll say it's good for 100 copies.

"Mother, you can go home now.

I got up from my seat.

"No, let's have lunch together."

It was not easy for her mother to eat with a stranger.

"'I'd like to eat sometime.'

There was no disappointment.

I greeted her coolly.

I duly finished the deal and got the money in my bankbook.

I was given seed money, so I didn't feel the least bit regretful.

The writer said, "It's not my life goal to go back.

How can I contact you?

I would like to communicate with you by e-mail for a while. I will be opening my cell phone within the next few days. We will contact you at the number on your business card.

It was a secret from my father and two sisters.

There was not a single thing they could find out about it.

My mother gave me her full support .

"Mother, the next time you are in Seoul with author Chang, please come to the publishing house. I'll treat you to a feast."

"Yes ........................... .............................. ..............................

"That's rude. I'm lucky for my publisher to be meeting with author Chang today."

My mother seems to be concerned that I'm venturing out.

Mother, please don't be scared.

Nice Media is going to get more money from this piece than I will.

"I'll see you around.

I'll see you around." "Then I'll see you around."

Holding hands with my mother, I walked out.

I had a lot to do today.

I had a lot of work to do today, and I didn't want my seed money to rot in my bank account.

"Tessan, where are you going?"

"'I have to stop by the town hall and go to the bank.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Yes, it's important. It's very important too!"

My heart trembled.

There were stocks to be worked on tomorrow afternoon.

The opening of the securities account had to be completed by the end of the day.

Even if he had the money, he was a minor and needed his parents' written consent.

There was also the point that regressing to the past was not a good idea.

I couldn't buy and drink alcohol on my own anymore.

The cold can of beer that I remembered when I felt like boogying went bye-bye for a while.

"Tessan, don't you think you should discuss this kind of thing with my father?"

My mother was holding a huge sum of money and I seemed unreliable .

I was the one who was spending 100,000 won a month's allowance, including transportation.

It was natural for my mother to worry.

But please don't let that worry you.

"I am a battle-hardened warrior who has spent a decent amount of my youth lying in the mud just because of my appearance.

"'Mother, you said you would trust me, didn't you?

"Yes, I did.

"Then please keep what happened today a secret from my father. For the time being, it is a secret that only my mother and I know.

I said, and she looked me in the eye.

"I know. You've worked hard to earn this money, so you have to take care of it. I'm sorry, son.

I understood exactly what my mother meant.

With 20 million won, I should be able to pay off my father's debt to the agricultural cooperative and some interest.

But I couldn't give my father the money.

He was like a sire leading me to riches.

"Just give me a month. I'll tell your father then.

"Okay. Son. Mom believes in you."

The mother smiled.

I'm a great mom.

Very few parents would hand over disposal authority to their minor sons.

She was a mom, so that was about it.

"My son is buying you jia jia noodles for lunch!"

"Too weak. Put some more sweet-and-sour pork on top."

"Call!"

The delightful Soran crossed his arms.

This was a good regression.

He was still old enough to be spoiled.

"'Give me a moment, blind money people. My brother is coming!'

In the midst of all this, I drew a strategy in my mind.

Benign operational forces devouring individual investors with false tangent materials.

Now it was their turn to be engineered and sucked dry by me.

 chapter 8 How can I contact you?

I would like to communicate with you by e-mail for a while. I will be opening my cell phone within the next few days. We will contact you at the number on your business card.

It was a secret from my father and two sisters.

There was not a single thing they could find out about it.

My mother gave me her full support .

"Mother, the next time you are in Seoul with author Chang, please come to the publishing house. I'll treat you to a feast."

"Yes ........................... .............................. ..............................

"That's rude. I'm lucky for my publisher to be meeting with author Chang today."

My mother seems to be concerned that I'm venturing out.

Mother, please don't be scared.

Nice Media is going to get more money from this piece than I will.

"I'll see you around.

I'll see you around." "Then I'll see you around."

Holding hands with my mother, I walked out.

I had a lot to do today.

I had a lot of work to do today, and I didn't want my seed money to rot in my bank account.

"Tessan, where are you going?"

"'I have to stop by the town hall and go to the bank.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Yes, it's important. It's very important too!"

My heart trembled.

There were stocks to be worked on tomorrow afternoon.

The opening of the securities account had to be completed by the end of the day.

Even if he had the money, he was a minor and needed his parents' written consent.

There was also the point that regressing to the past was not a good idea.

I couldn't buy and drink alcohol on my own anymore.

The cold can of beer that I remembered when I felt like boogying went bye-bye for a while.

"Tessan, don't you think you should discuss this kind of thing with my father?"

My mother was holding a huge sum of money and I seemed unreliable .

I was the one who was spending 100,000 won a month's allowance, including transportation.

It was natural for my mother to worry.

But please don't let that worry you.

"I am a battle-hardened warrior who has spent a decent amount of my youth lying in the mud just because of my appearance.

"'Mother, you said you would trust me, didn't you?

"Yes, I did.

"Then please keep what happened today a secret from my father. For the time being, it is a secret that only my mother and I know.

I said, and she looked me in the eye.

"I know. You've worked hard to earn this money, so you have to take care of it. I'm sorry, son.

I understood exactly what my mother meant.

With 20 million won, I should be able to pay off my father's debt to the agricultural cooperative and some interest.

But I couldn't give my father the money.

He was like a sire leading me to riches.

"Just give me a month. I'll tell your father then.

"Okay. Son. Mom believes in you."

The mother smiled.

I'm a great mom.

Very few parents would hand over disposal authority to their minor sons.

She was a mom, so that was about it.

"My son is buying you jia jia noodles for lunch!"

"Too weak. Put some more sweet-and-sour pork on top."

"Call!"

The delightful Soran crossed his arms.

This was a good regression.

He was still old enough to be spoiled.

"'Give me a moment, blind money people. My brother is coming!'

In the midst of all this, I drew a strategy in my mind.

Benign operational forces devouring individual investors with false tangent materials.

Now it was their turn to be engineered and sucked dry by me.

Only a saint can stand before that name.

"Huh, I'm piling up a lot of buys and sells. Cute."

Typical pushy move.

"It's a set-up, isn't it? You guys are all falling apart today!

This is a method of dividing a quantity into an upper and a lower limit in order to maintain a certain nominal value.

The uninformed ants were so overwhelmed by the volume that they dared not approach it.

There were not many investors in the stock, as there was no good news.

Besides, today was a work day.

He could sense from the graphs and calls that they were on high alert for any incursions by other forces.

"Let's go in!"

Karu bought out.

It was a small stock with a unit price of 2,250 won and a market capitalization of 50 billion won.

This guy bounces back many times over.

It's perfect to play right now.

Poof, poof.

The light sound of a typewriter echoed in the room.

Tillin! Tillin.

Like a stockbroker, his fingers bought quickly.

Slowly, like the original story of a fisherman, he stimulated his staple food.

It was a time when the operational forces were keen, so there was nothing wrong with being careful.

And so, two hours before the end of the morning trading session, I raised my 20 million won capital by 40%, pulled the margin ratio in a pool and finished all 50 million won settlement.

It was the magic that accruals create.

I was in an upward mood with a glowing red light.

I bought exactly 20,000 shares at the final average price of 2,500 won.

"Musuko must have been freaked out.

I could see the panic in his eyes.

As a "fast-growth researcher," I could see the whole situation clearly.

The 50 million won signed in the morning was enough to chill the small-cap forces.

The stock market novice did not know.

They didn't know that the reason behind the surge in all the stocks was the fact that there were maneuvering forces allowed by the major shareholders.

"I'll take care of it then. My brothers~".

I closed the trading window.

Stock price graphs and indicators such as trend lines, trend lines, moving average lines, bar charts, stochastics, Bollinger bands, selling platforms, and investment psychology lines are not sub-par.

All indicators are created by forces.

Knowing this, I quietly pulled out a neat math problem.

A mountain breeze slips in through the open window.

As I wait for the jackpot to pleasantly explode, I am stuck in my own personal practice.

**I'm addicted to my own practice.

"The money has moved from Kaum!"

"How much?

"Roughly 20,000 shares."

"Hmm ......, I noticed and came to get Polly."

"What should I do?"

"What am I supposed to do!" A while later, a public announcement is made. We have to share that much food. Even if I don't know who you are, you're the guy I've been following."

The workshop, located in the officetel of Gangnam, was filled with excitement.

There was a sense of tension in the air.

A profit of several tens of billions of won was expected from this operation.

Even if they had to share it with the major shareholders, Jeonju would get a lot out of it."

The stock market was hot.

Funds flowing out of the housing market were concentrated in the stock market.

The stock operation forces knew that there would be no regrets if they worked at such a time.

The Financial Supervisory Service (KSCS) also kept mum when the securities market was booming.

When the stock market was booming, the Financial Supervisory Service kept its mouth shut.

"'The other kids might come in. Watch carefully. If we fall in here, we're all going to die!"

The team leader warned with a raised eyebrow.

Bond capital was pouring in.

If the job went wrong, a dozen or so people would end up with blood on their hands.

***

I pushed the sell order.

I threw them high into the bid window, where they gathered at the top of the call window.

Tillin! Tillin!

The sell order was completed, and a light echo was heard.

"That's it!"

I looked at the account information screen of Kaum Securities and clenched my fist.

The time flew by.

Having died, I now know what a day in this life means.

It's a rich but insufficient period of preparation given to us before we enter the world.

I lived a regimented life, day after day.

I followed Tenryujin's advice. I also kept away from baseball videos.

I got up early in the morning and went to the mountains to exercise and came down.

I weeded the orchard before the sun came up.

I couldn't use pesticides to grow organic apples.

Every drop of sweat from the peasants was fertilized, and crops were born into the world.

I spent the day feeling like a devout monk.

I solved the question papers that I had purchased and stored away.

The spit marks from the nap rug I used to use made me feel ashamed.

Not one, not two, but the grease-stained textbooks and question papers were a self-portrait of my younger days.

"Is this, is this all the money?"

My heart turned red at the red numbers marked on the reimbursement column.

It was amazing!

I sorted through all the "Planet 77" that had been pulled as an accrued pool until the deadline of three trading days.

It was my harvest created by the magic of accrued trading.

It was stopped for three consecutive days.

The company's stock was stopped for the third day in a row, along with a public announcement that it had developed a diagnostic machine for biological recognition in collaboration with the Electronic Components Research Institute.

At present, the daily limit of 15 percent was the maximum, unlike the future of 30 percent.

But even that was "amazing.

"Huh, 46 million won in three days... really scary.

Twenty million won in capital laid a golden egg.

Even after sorting out the accrued income, there was still 26 million won left over from the three days.

This was the money left over after paying commissions and accrued interest.

This is why I'm afraid of stocks.

Studies have shown that stock addicts have the same hormones as gambling addicts.

I stared blankly at the figure of 46 million won for a while.

It was money that he had never spent.

"I took a long deep breath.

I took a long, deep breath.

I took a long, deep breath, and my fidgety feelings began to calm down.

"I haven't even started.

If I'm going to be impressed by this much money, I have to return the regression.

"Pull harder! "I'm ...... hungry."

My fighting spirit flared up.

The more money you have, the better.

I never forgot the days when we had no money and ate only one meal.

I never forgot the days when I only ate one meal because I didn't have enough money, when I wished I could eat one large cup of rice.

"You won the election today!

Money comes and goes.

I picked out one of the people from the neatly organized graph.

He's the one whose new drug development will be announced next week.

Skynew Refarm.

A beautiful graph was drawn that rose into the sky.

I hadn't realized how useful the study of rapidly rising stocks could be.

My heart was full.

In the past, even when I was a stockbroker, I hadn't had the benefit of such earnings.

A stock cheat key given only to me.

If I don't eat it, I'm a wounded god.

"Miss pull!"

The magic of accrued income created by the stock system is the rope that leads me to the world of wealth in a short period of time.

The opportunities were also very good.

Article 89 of the Securities Market Operations Regulations, which came into effect in 2007, has not yet enacted the first provision.

There was no provision to suspend the use of the system for one month for those who utilize unclaimed funds.

I had a few chances left.

"Unearned money, you know I love you intensely."

I busily raked in the stock as unclaimed money.

A small room in a country house in the sweltering heat of midsummer.

I wrote a myth of ants born from an old, collapsing alley.

And the hero was me.

Chapter 9 . The First Liberation (1)

"'Boss, do you have a novel that's a little cruel? I don't know if the writers are full lately, but I don't have any hunger in my writing~. If you want to do well, throw me a book to constipate myself every few months. I guess it's because I'm so smart." "The other kids can't even tell the difference between poo and miso because the books are all mixed up in this and that.

"Don't get angry, Dong-shik. Don't get upset, Dong-shik. It's the reason why high level students like you leave the powerhouse. If you don't want to do that, you should become a writer too. I know a bookstore owner who became a writer.

"Wow, that's great."

"Writers aren't a big deal. "We've read more than 10,000 fantasy and martial arts novels. That's enough to challenge the powerhouses.

"I see. I heard that you recently serialized a book on the Internet and if you're willing, I'll take you to a publisher..." ...."

"I'll welcome you. The back of your head must be properly peeled off for this to be a problem.

"What? The back of your head?"

"As far as I know, when you enter as a new writer, you're guaranteed seven to eight percent on two thousand copies of just one or two books. That's 8,000 won per book, so it's probably around 1 million won~.

"One million won? "Oh! That's more than I thought!"

"That's a lot? If I get crushed after three or four volumes, I'll get ten to two hundred thousand won.

"Really?"

"It's hard enough to write one book a month, but 200,000 won isn't enough to buy one?

"Oh, really, the world is such a joke, isn't it?

In a town bookstore in Eunpyeong-gu Eunam-dong, Seoul, the owner and his regulars engaged in a heated conversation.

"I don't know what's going on here. I don't understand it either."

"Why is that?"

"The video business is long gone, and I'm barely making ends meet with my books, but I'm running out of steam. It looks like I'll have to look into other jobs within the next few months.

"Is it that much less?"

"This business isn't done so easily either."

"...... Yes, it is."

Dong-shik was stung lightly.

He had downloaded novels himself through the bullfarm sites that popped up on the Internet.

"'Those guys are going to find out soon enough.

"'Why? Why?

"The writers are so pissed off they're going to file criminal charges for violating copyright laws. Rumors spread quickly that one writer had started a civil suit. If they fine you millions of won, there's nothing more you can hope for!

"Whoa!"

Dong-shik's face turned completely black.

"What's wrong? Are you in pain?

"No, sir. No, I have a sudden pain in my stomach.

Dong-shik's worry was not uncommon.

In order to earn points on the P2P site, he published several works.

"Oh, well, take a look at this one and rate it.

"What's it about?

"It's a new issue that was released today, but the title has been changed.  <The Cloud Combatant>? It sounds like a game novel, but the writer is new."

"A game novel?"

Dong-shik was worried, but got the book .

It was a sign that depicted a person who rides on clouds and creates weapons with clouds.

Yeah, the cover is safe, at least.

After writing the book, Dong-shik turned the pages with a Shingo that only a high dan could perform.

About twenty minutes of it.

"Uncle!"

"''Why? What's not good about it?"

I rushed the president, who was sorting through the books, to Dong-shik.

"This work is a big hit! Hurry up and order some quality more. It's totally my style!"

Joy flashed across his baby face .

He got a decent whiff of the 'jackpot scent' that only professionals knew.

"That's about it, right? I thought the hero was kind of obnoxious..." ...."

"So it's awesome! It's disgusting, but isn't it hilarious? The story is lighthearted but fast. The supporting characters are delicious. Wow, this is really interesting."

Dong-shik didn't let go of the book.

"I'm going to spit on this one first."

"Yeah. "Yeah, it looks like it'll get a good response, so hurry up and bring it to me.

"I'll serve it to you for dinner!"

Dong-shik, a college student, had a lot of time on his hands since he was on vacation.

He didn't have a part-time job because he was at home and relaxed.

He was quick on his feet.

I hurried home with the Magosho I hadn't seen in a while.

I was happy to spend the day deleting the materials I had put on P2P, turning on the air conditioner, and watching  <Cloud Combatant>.

At the same time, similar reactions occurred at rental stores across the country.

The publisher printed 6,000 copies, but the orders came pouring in by the handful in the next few days.

Nice Media rushed to increase sales.

They added 4,000 copies at a time, said they were a 10,000-copy author, and slapped ads on various serialization sites.

When entering the water, rowing an oar was a basic practice everywhere.

***

"Phew."

A long sigh flowed at the head of the morning table.

"......."

Everyone stopped their chopsticks.

I was the only one who continued to eat deliciously.

It was a simple menu of pumpkin miso jigae, cucumber salad, stir-fried old kimchi and eggplant from the field.

I wrapped the jjigae around the rice and ate it with a spoon.

It was her mother's rice that she never got tired of eating.

I chewed the rice grains and enjoyed the taste of the soup.

Zhang Tae-san, who used to be "awkward" at the table, was boldly thrown away.

My father's sighs could be heard from right to left.

Every morning, my mother's table was more important than anything else.

"Hey, ......." Why? Don't you have an appetite?"

I put together a fancy dress for this house where my mother sighed.

My father, the hero of the sigh, was not looking well.

At one time, my father had worked in the fields from a promising stock in the town.

He was tall with a slightly emaciated body.

He was tall with a slightly thin body, and his beautiful face was dark and tanned by the summer sun.

"I saw him the year I died, and he was even skinnier.

The year I died, my father was even thinner, and he had wiped out the entire orchard with debts, cultivating other people's land and gluing it down.

My poor father.

"Dad. ......"

It was the end of vacation, so my twin sisters, who didn't have supplemental classes, ate breakfast with me.

I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I'm not the only one who has a problem with this.

When he found out what was going on at home, his eyes started to water.

The kids were really nice to me.

In the past, we had a little bit of a falling out.

They were the two sisters who were considered cute wherever they went.

They were twins with neat short hair, pure white skin and round eyes.

To my eyes, they looked like heroines in a shoujo manga.

They had safe personalities, but I had no sense of propriety.

I was a senior in high school when my sisters entered their third year in the city.

The hoodlums would not shut up about it.

I found out how they found out the information against the twins.

Introduce me to your sister who goes to an all-girls school," he scolded me.

That made me even more difficult with them.

I pretended to be close to my brother for no reason and kept him away as much as possible for fear of being mistaken for my brothers.

The younger brothers were lonely.

As such, he had a falling out with his sisters.

When I was in college, I hardly had time to go home to cook for myself.

I had a full-time part-time job, so I only dropped by a few times a year.

My sisters were also busy with their studies, so I never had a chance to see them.

Because of the family's financial difficulties, her two younger sisters received scholarships and attended a junior college close to home, despite their good academic performance.

The older sister, Jua, who, like her mother, had a talent for drawing, attended the Department of Industrial Design.

However, she was not a good match for the guy who liked watercolors.

The youngest sister, Juhi, who loved animals and wanted to become a veterinarian, dropped out of school and became an animal trainer.

They were kind sisters who earned money and gave it to their father after graduation.

However, pushed out of their educational background, they both had non-permanent jobs.

Furthermore, the family situation was bottomless turtles.

Their father's debts were too high and their income alone was not enough to improve the situation.

Of course, I dutifully fulfilled my role as a parasite who took my brothers' money and ate it.

And it was just about this time that the patriarchal crisis was in full swing.

"'Dad, what's wrong? You've been looking a little pale lately. Don't you think you need to go to the hospital?"

He was a father who got along well with his daughters.

Joo-hee, his youngest sister, who was not very attentive, asked with concern.

Joo-ah didn't tell her brother that it was for money.

Ah! Suddenly my face turned red again.

Even at this time, I was really living authentically as a "sick person.

I didn't want to be poor, and I didn't want my father to be incapable.

Before the start of the school day, I begged him to buy me a new pair of old sneakers.

I dared to ignore the situation at home, saying that it was the adults' business.

Now it was time to break the "first seal of poverty".

"Mom's miso jigae is always an art form!

Mom looked at me.

She smiled at me.

She had made a promise to me, so she had kept quiet until now.

But my husband was suffering, and he saw me holding the secret bank book.

"Don't worry, Mother.

Don't worry, Mom, I'll make sure my father's shoulders are stretched today.

"We're not all too busy today, are we?"

I asked her about the schedule as I drank some hot water.

My stomach felt very strong.

His mother's cooking was the "soul food" of his soul.

It was the son's duty to maintain that soul.

"What's going on?"

His mother asked with an expectant look in her eyes.

Oh, my God, I can see you!

So sweet mother.

"What's wrong, big brother?"

Jua, my cute little sister with the pigtails, looked at me.

She had those big eyeballs. .......

I won't let her shed any more tears.

"I'm going to treat myself today. For our whole family."

"......?"

"Oh, you're my brother?"

The cute sisters were surprised.

I will always be grateful for the way my children have treated you.

"It's Tae-san. Today..." ...."

My father, who was not fulfilling his duties as patriarch, clammed up.

Hmph. Father, please don't be afraid.

"I'm going to 'stretch my shoulders' in town from now on."

"Mother, you're taking father with you, aren't you?"

"That's right."

His mother asked with her eyes, "Are you okay?

Of course I am!

Hahaha.

We'll start by laughing.

"'Dad, mom. Please take your IDs with you. Student ID for the twins.

"IDs? Why?

"I have something like that.

The situation was neatly arranged.

He was the eldest son in the family, even though he was very young.

My father was weaker than he appeared.

Even with the support of his education, he could not hold up in a rough world.

He was unable to steal his conscience through compromise.

He was the one who acted by saying that he could not put out into the world the rice and apples that his family could not eat.

He was not strong, but that is why he was respected.

He could casually serve apples covered in pesticides, but he did not sell his conscience.

So my father is the best.

He was salt and light in this candy world.

"What's wrong with your brother? Did he get a part-time job without telling us?"

Curious Juhi's eyes lit up when she saw me.

Only this time she was as sharp as the youngest.

"'I don't need to know.'

"Pii ...... is only two years older than you."

Boy ...... is my big brother.

I've lived almost thirty years of my life, unlike what it looks like.

Don't tell me if you haven't been there.

His head cracked open and he tried to cross the Jordan River in tears.

That's how our family got to the city.

Riding in my father's private car Romain, a shivering 15-year old man.

Oh!

I was nervous too.

This is how I'm going to spend my money starting today.

I was going to earn it like a deer and attack it like a wolf.

chapter 10. 1st open (2)

"Choose one of your favorite models at a time."

"Brother.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Anything?

"Dad, Mom, please choose one couple phone each. Really, ...... phones are pure and cute."

In 2020, he boasted on the glass shelf that the antique in the depths of his wardrobe was the latest model.

The snow has completely rotted away.

There is still about a year left until the eyepan manufactured by Stephen Matthews will be available.

June 2007, an invention of the times that stunned the whole world.

After living with an EyePan and an Android smartphone, the old device looked like a caveman's stone axe to me.

"Juhi, beautiful. "It's the new 'Amkor' from midnight, right?

"Wow! It's got a 1.3 megapixel camera! The chords are 64 beats per second, so the sound quality is really great. My friend was bragging about it and I'm really happy."

64 bits ......, chords ........., 1.3 million pixels....

Before I died, 20-megapixel dual cameras were the norm.

The sound quality was at a level where the original sound was reproduced.

"The sound quality was at a level that reproduced the original sound. This is the latest phone. The 2.6 inch QVGA screen looks cool, doesn't it? It's got an English-Korean dictionary and MP3 built in, so it's perfect for language study."

The female employee boasted, drooling.

I was not impressed at all.

I was poor, but I was the one who used a smartphone equipped with an artificially intelligent secretary.

The smart phones of 2020 were capable of simultaneous interpretation, not just in advance.

"Wow! It's beautiful!"

"Big brother, are you sure you want to buy it for me?"

My young brothers' big, dark eyes lit up.

Cute guys.

Going back in time, there was none of the awkwardness of the past.

. "Pick out the one you like."

Big brother! Thank you!!!!"

"Big brother's the best!"

The twins clung to each arm and played up the charm .

It's this kind of flavor that I call a cute little sister brother.

"'Tessan, it's probably too expensive for everyone. I'm not sure how much royalty I'll receive, but I'm not sure how much that will be. ...."

My father stopped me to see if I was worried.

On the way here, my internet serial novel was published and I received royalties," he said.

He didn't say specifically how much, but there was no way his father, who was an intellectual, didn't know about royalties for writers.

In his father's time, the saying, "If you write, you will starve to death," was accepted in society.

"Don't worry. Mom, what are you doing? Please buy your father and a cell phone. So far, no other family has been able to avoid the benefits of civilization as much as our family. And now that Jua and Juhi are grown up, we need a cell phone for their safety."

I looked at my mom and winked.

She was the mother who had been at the scene of my 20 million won haul.

"Yes, she was. Thanks to my son, I'll have to get a cell phone too.

"Hey, .......

"Son. I like this one. Simon from Elsa says it's durable. Let's do the same for you. As a couple."

The mother came on strong.

The father fumed as he trusted his son to fuck him.

Of course he thought his mother would stop him.

"I'll buy the product in this color.

"I'm buying the product in this color. Are you sure you want the red color?

"Yes."

The phone I chose was a product called "Base," released by Caritel, the quaint choice of the time.

The design was not tacky, even to my eyes, which were living in the age of smart phones.

It was also thin and easy to carry around.

"Kya! Big brother is the best!"

"Big brother? Are you sure you want this color?"

My sisters jumped up and down.

They were surprised that I, who usually lived in a dimly lit house, would choose a bold color.

"My son has good taste, doesn't he?"

Mom was absolutely supportive of me.

My father still had no idea what was going on and remained silent.

It was probably painful for him.

If I paid for it, I should be able to pay this month's interest on the farm.

"I'll make a lump sum payment.

"I'll make a lump sum payment. A temporary subsidy agreement has been in effect since March. If you use it for three years, the fee will be much cheaper and you will get a substantial discount on the cost of the machine.

"No, I don't want it. I'll calculate the price of the machine in advance.

I shook my head.

It was an apparent temptation.

I wanted to give up a life of being dragged down by contracts for three years.

There would be no more installment payments in my life.

"Please open a new account with the general rate system. My brother and I are minors, so we'll open the account in your parents' name.

"Yes, sir. Please wait a moment.

He held out the debit card for the bank account opened in his mother's name.

Tiritiri, tiritiri.

"The subscription fee has been waived. The total cost of the machine has been settled at 2.17 million won.

"Ha!

"Big brother, ......."

The third year middle school twins, who were not familiar with worldly affairs, lamented.

The younger brothers had a monthly allowance of 70,000 won, including car money.

For them, over two million won was enough pocket money for two years.

"Yeah. ......

My father cooed, unable to speak.

It was money that his son had earned and paid for.

My father's temper would not allow him to say a word, and the fire would flare up in his belly.

Dad, when things get tough, just say it's tough.

That's a real man.

Is there a special number you're looking for?

Yes, I do. Please use my home phone number, 2732, with the digits behind it. We're all ...... family."

When I graduated from high school, my father provided me with a cell phone despite the difficulties.

When I graduated from high school, my father prepared a cell phone for me despite the difficulties.

He said that since we were a family, all the numbers in the back seat had to be the same until the twins and I got married.

***.

"Brother, are you going to buy me lunch too?"

*** "Of course. Your brother has prepared a full course meal for us today."

"Big brother! Great! Great!"

My sisters cheered in front of the food.

They had rarely tried to eat out.

Once in a while, when their father or mother would go out to the city, all they would do was buy some meat and grill it.

As they were growing up, my sisters had a lot of food to eat.

For one cell phone, my sisters abandoned their father and took both my arms and walked .

It was an unfamiliar experience.

I felt different from my past girlfriends.

I felt closer to them because they were my sisters by blood.

It was a warm feeling of happiness that only family can give.

So I walked down the street and stopped in my tracks.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

"Tae-san, what's wrong?"

Jua and my mother stopped and said what they wanted to ask me.

"Let's go in."

"In here?"

Yes. This is the next place.

"Tessan, this is... ...."

My father, who had been following me, fumed again.

I opened the door unceremoniously and stepped inside.

My family followed me cautiously.

This was the first time they had all experienced something like this.

Buying a new car for a family dictionary is just a fantasy in a drama.

"Welcome. Welcome to the reliable and safe Sanyo Auto."

As we entered, the dignified-looking dealer who had been watching us approached and greeted us.

The impression was not bad.

Sanyou Motors manufactures SUVs in round frames.

"The cars are really nice, but I'm left with a feeling of disappointment.

The company was an icon of bad luck, going bankrupt and being sold off to Chinese and Indian companies at low prices.

However, unlike dated and expired cars, they had a solid framework.

It was on a different level from the vicious companies that advertised fuel efficiency improvements and even removed safety devices from their cars.

For the safety of his family, Samyung could be trusted to do even that among domestic companies.

At least in the event of an accident, they didn't have to worry about the engine compartment crashing into the car.

"'Dad, how do you like this car?'

"......."

Deprived of his rights as patriarch today, my father just closed his eyes.

His father, who had only had one used car in his entire life, was speechless in front of the Lakhton, Samyeon's flagship large SUV.

My father's head looked complicated.

"'How would you like to meet your mother?

"'Na? Oh, she looks so big and strong.

His mother was just as surprised.

Her mother was just as surprised. She fluttered her big eyes and looked at her father.

He was staring blankly at the car.

He was a man, too.

At one time, the sturdy and large Rockstone was advertised as a car that only the 1% of the Korean people would drive.

It was still a luxury car, although its value had been greatly diminished by the Sam Young crisis.

"'Your son can drive a decent car. The Rockstone Generation 2 has full-time four-wheel drive and is stable on rainy and snowy roads. And thanks to the cast frame, which is only three fulls, it is also very strong. It also comes with almost the same audio and convenience devices as the Cherryman, so I'm sure you'll be happy with the convenience devices as well.

The salesman, who had been waiting to see how we were doing, stepped forward.

I could already feel his heart.

There is nothing more important than safety for a family.

"Jua and Juhi will need this car to get to school, too. Don't you, guys?"

I hugged the twins.

I hugged the twins. "Oh, that's great, but... ...."

"I really want my dad to drive me to school every day in this car!"

The witty Jua said, "While I was struggling to see my father and I, Juhi jumped up and down, buoyed.

Even though the twins are similar in appearance, their personalities are very different.

"Tae-san, I don't think this car is suitable for my family's needs. You probably don't understand this, but it's not very convenient for my father.

My father struggled to say.

But my father didn't know.

He didn't know that I had experienced my own family's financial situation in the future.

"Dad, I'm sure you'll be fine after today. Don't worry about it.

"I looked my father in the eye.

I nodded toward my father.

Surprised, he didn't say anything.

He just stared at me.

From now on, I was the master of my house.

From now on, I was the master of my house, and the history of the Zhang family would be rebuilt and reused.

"Dad, you can only trust me!

In the past, after I went to the army, I called him 'father'.

However, I did not spare the word father.

It was an important word that I couldn't call him anytime soon.

"'You're out of stock.

"What?"

"There is a car in stock that is ready to go today. If not, this display car will be fine.

I quickly moved forward and the salesman panicked.

"Oh, no, that's ........"

"I won't talk long. We won't talk long. Just give us a basic discount and we're good to go."

The salesperson was speechless at my brave deal.

There was no need to bargain to save any money.

My father's car, which I was now driving, was a deadly weapon on the road.

The safety of the family was paramount to the happiness of Mr. Chang's family.

"'Can I also get rid of my used car?"

Yes! Of course! Just leave it to us and we'll handle it neatly."

The dealer shouted at me to get off the sales floor.

He did not ignore my words, being young in age.

He seemed to have smelled the salesman's virtue, money, very well.

Everyone in my family was surprised to see me .

I was a sophomore in high school, acting like a seasoned member of society, and they were perplexed.

Watching them made me laugh.

No one knew that I was not what I seemed.

What are you so surprised about? This is just the beginning.

The 'hungry' shopping was not over yet.

Human Chang Tae-san is back again!

Today I'm going to show my filial piety and the end of a good brother specimen.

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