Return of Mount Hua Sect

long sentence form. The kids have grown up very well. (5)

The second son of the Dead Sea Council.

A man who should have walked the path of a merchant, not the path of a swordsman, if we look only at his birth.

Jogul took a low, deep breath.

Although he abandoned the path of a merchant, his knowledge of trading was never shallow due to the circumstances he had lived in. It was no exaggeration to say that he was at a unique level among the disciples of Hwasan who came with him to the North Sea.

He could not have known how important this position is now.

He sat down here with a firm determination that he would surely lead this deal to the good for the sake of the volcano.

But… … .

After entering the meeting to discuss the transaction details, Jo-Gal was faced with a fundamental question.

'Did I really need to come in here?'

“No, no, no!”

Cheongmyeong rolled her eyes and screamed.

“You don’t seem to understand, but that doesn’t solve the problem?! Right now, there is only one season to sell in the North Sea, so what kind of money are you going to make by selling it like that?”

“Ha, but the seal… … . It's not like I fly that much with Hancheol. If it was something that could be mined so easily, wouldn't the North Sea be rich in the past?”

“Then you can get rich by mining a lot from now on!”

“Well, that’s as easy as it sounds… … .”

Cheongmyung's eyes widened at Han Yimyeong, who was sweating profusely.

"Mister! No, Commander-in-Chief!”

"Yes?"

“Then when will Binggong get rich?”

“… … .”

Han Yimyeong was speechless and kept her mouth shut.

“I can’t help it, because I’m just saying! Isn't Binggung always poor?!"

“Well, that’s what we can do… … .”

“Sir.”

"Yes?"

Qingming said with a stiff face.

“Of course, it is not the general’s responsibility. It is an unavoidable problem in the North Sea environment.”

"That's right."

This is exactly what Han Yi-Min wanted to say.

The North Sea is a barren place.

It is not easy to overcome the bitter cold, and it is even more difficult to work while enduring the cold.

Why don't people from the North Sea want to mine more ice crystals and cold iron? There is only a limit to manpower.

“But that doesn’t mean there isn’t a way. We can put the samurai into mining.”

“Dojo, dojo.”

A look of embarrassment crossed Han Yi's face.

“Although it is said that Binggung is responsible for the maintenance of the North Sea, the root of it is ultimately no-faction. If you turn those who are learning Martial Arts from Mufa to another place, the foundation will be destroyed.”

“Oh, right. It could be.”

Cheong-myeong took Han Yi-myeong's words and took it lightly. And he gave me a meaningful glance.

“By the way, Commander-in-Chief.”

"Yes?"

“What do you plan to pass down to the next generation, Commander-in-Chief?”

“… … What do you mean by that?”

“What will you do when the general has passed away and the king has to take full control of the North Sea?”

At those words, Han Yi's eyes trembled.

“Even then, Binggung is a place where you have to protect the pride of the warrior, so you’re going to tell them not to lose the soul of the warrior and to make a living?”

“… … .”

The two men clenched their fists slightly.

For him, Seol So-baek was not something that could be defined with just one word.

He is the king of the palace he should serve, and he is the one who has to give his allegiance to the princes of the previous wars... … Most of all, he was his lovely son.

It wasn't blood. However, it was his own child that he nurtured and nurtured. Rather, it was even more heartbreaking because there was no blood.

“Are you going to pass this poverty down to the royal court? Are you saying you can't help it?"

"that… … .”

Han Yimyeong bit her lip with an anguished look on her face.

“I can’t… … .”

"right!"

He clapped his hand saying he was right.

Seeing him grabbing two people like that, Jo-Gul smiled brightly.

'What kind of negotiation is this.'

It's the first time I've seen such a negotiation.

In the original transaction between the factions, there is a competition to not lose even a single coin. The basic principle is to sharpen the mind with a knife-like calculation while arguing all kinds of good words so as not to damage the face of the other person.

But what is this... … .

At that moment, Qingming raised his voice again.

“In the first place, what do you want to pass down to the next generation?”

“… … .”

“A good fighter? high honor? Pride of being called Binggung?”

Then he laughed out loud.

“Good. all good But I can't even paste it properly, so what's the use of all that? It would be a good thing for future generations to take pride in themselves and pursue honor. But you shouldn't force your ancestors to sail for that!"

“… … .”

“Even if I am struggling right now, my child must not be hungry! Isn't that the role of the ancestors?"

Han Yimyeong nodded her head firmly with a calm face.

“There is nothing wrong with the words of the dojo.”

"therefore!"

Wow!

Qingming smashed the tabletop.

“Stop your pride for a moment.”

“… … .”

“A samurai has pride. And the samurai have work to do. Yes, I know that. But… … .”

Qingming's eyes were very serious.

“My father has no pride.”

Han Yi closed her eyes.

'If you were the old courtier, how would you have responded?'

Perhaps he did not agree to this negotiation. Because he prioritized the pride of Binggung above all else.

Same goes for Han Yimyeong. If this offer had come to him just a few years ago, he would probably have turned it down without thinking.

But now I know.

That pride and pride are sometimes of no value.

Did you not realize that while raising Seol So-baek with your own hands?

"stamp."

Han Yimyeong looked straight at Cheongmyeong and said.

“I just want to ask you one thing.”

“Yes, ask.”

“I am well aware that the Dojo is trying to take the Lee Gate through Binggung. I also know that I cannot dare to question it from a position of grace.”

A sigh escaped from the man's mouth.

“But I am the general of Binggung, and, as the dojang said, I am the person responsible for making the Binggung, which is still a young king, rule. So, I dare you to speak up and ask.”

His eyes looking at Cheongmyeong were extremely serious.

“Are all these deals really good for Binggung?”

Cheongmyung chuckled.

“My principle is one.”

“… … .”

“Blood to whom I shed blood, and grace to whom I have shown grace.”

The face of Chungmyeong, who answered in a serious way, was more trustworthy than usual.

“I don’t need a relationship that was created out of random causes and friendships. We need a relationship that truly cares for each other and can help each other. A relationship like real friends who can put everything aside and run away from each other when there is danger.”

“… … .”

“If the North Sea becomes dangerous, the volcano will run like this.”

Han Yi slowly nodded her head.

“Then what about the North Sea?”

“I don't think it's for me to decide. It only depends on the choice of the king.”

“Oh, yes.”

"but… … .”

Han Yimyeong smiled slightly, then nodded and held out his hand.

“It will never happen that I prevent the prince from choosing. What could prevent you from going to help a friend?”

Qingming smiled and took her hand.

“You thought well.”

The two held hands tightly and looked straight into each other's faces.

After exchanging their firm gaze for a while, the two sat down again.

"Well."

Han Yi-myung let out a small sound of pain as if he was a little worried.

“Now, the problem is to convince the samurai well and put them into work. They also have pride... … .”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that.”

"Yes?"

Cheongmyung smiled triumphantly at Han Yimyeong, who looked at him as if he was asking what that means.

“From now on, I will teach you how to deal with people.”

“… … .”

“It’s a warrior’s pride and nabal, and it’s a problem because he cares about that in the first place. So, first of all, spit it all out... … .”

When Cheongmyeong's special lecture began, Jo Geul laughed.

'This is the end too.'

Dark clouds were flowing into Bukhae Ice Palace.

"nice!"

Cheongmyung's face shone brightly in the sunlight as he stepped out of the door. Baek-ah, who sat on his shoulder, stretched out as if sunbathing, and made a comfortable expression that would never be seen in the world.

“It’s over!”

“… … poisonous guy.”

In the end, Cheongmyung succeeded in doubling the trading volume suggested by Yimyeong Han. Now that the contract has been signed, Binggung has to bring ice crystals and hancheol and other special products to the volcano without moving.

Of course, the purchase price was higher than expected, but Jo Girl knew that it was never done out of consideration for Binggung.

'In a nutshell, it means that we will continue to pull it out and eat it.'

It is not necessary to consider the circumstances of the other party when taking a short-term profit, but it is necessary to give the opponent an advantage when making continuous transactions. That way, you can continue to see more readings without breaking the deal.

“But where are you going to use the supplies?”

“Where do you use it?”

At Jo-Gul's question, Cheong-Myeong lowered her stretched arm and said calmly.

“Right now, Mr. Bingjeongi is dry in the middle of nowhere, so there must be a lot of people who would buy it even if it was worth a thousand gold. We can leave the things we will use and sell the rest of the yawns to such nobles.”

“How about Hancheol?”

“It’s Hancheol, so the family will buy you a high price.”

The moment he saw Hancheol, Cheongmyeong giggled, remembering the expression on which Tang Gunak had made.

“Even while making this sword, you got a taste of it. At the most, I learned how to make a weapon with iron, but I can’t do anything because I don’t have the materials, so won’t my stomach get burned?”

"Yes."

“By the way, bring a bowl of hancheol in front of you. My eyes will turn.”

“Yeah, but you said you were friends with the Dan family? Are you going to sell it to a friend for a high price?”

“Ttttttttttttttt. Look at what a nobleman from a merchant family is talking about. It’s glazed, it’s glazed.”

no… … Chung Myung-ah.

Isn't that a matter of humanity, not of a merchant and Nabalgo? huh?

“I see what the death penalty doesn’t know!”

“… … .”

“The more friends you have, the more sure you have to make money transactions. Do you think that if you cut it clumsily and just give it away, feelings will build up later? I'm not here to make some money! It’s a matter of relationship and trust!”

“… … do shit.”

Whether Jo Geul muttered bitterly or not, Cheong Myung smirked. Then, suddenly, she turned her face and looked back at Jo-Geul and said.

“This is a secret for the little ones.”

“… … .”

“Ahem!”

As soon as she held out her boat and watched Cheongmyeong heading towards her residence, Jo-geul shook her head.

'Anyway, such a scammer.'

And quickly followed him.

Cheongmyeong was walking leisurely, then suddenly glanced at the distant sky.

“This is it.”

"Yes?"

“All problems in the North Sea start from the fact that it is far from the Central Plains and the land is barren.”

“… … .”

“If you engage in unstoppable trade and continue to earn grain and goods, you will change yourself.”

“… … .”

“Then that little boy will be a little more comfortable.”

At the end of the sentence, 'It would be good if I could earn some money too.' Cheongmyung added a little and walked forward, whistling.

Jo-Gul looked at Cheong-Myeong's back and finally smiled.

'I can't stop him anyway.'

There were many times when I did not understand what Cheong-Ming was thinking and moving.

But… … .

'How about anyone?'

The path that the unbearable priest walks will never deviate from what he thinks. There was that certainty. It got thicker as time went on.

“Let’s go together, Cheongmyeong… … .”

"Ah!"

"Yes?"

“No matter how much you think about it, I don’t think that bastard was only planning on ice crystals. Shall we look a little further? As long as you brush your hair properly, you won't have any regrets! You have to do your best, Cancer.”

“… … .”

no.

Sometimes it seems a little out of place.

a bit much... … .

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