Return of Mount Hua Sect

To do that, you have to be sure (3)

“… … Here it is.”

“Big. Be big too.”

Cheongmyeong grabbed the bundle of slips that Song Taeak had offered.

“Thank you… … .”

Kwok.

“… … .”

“… … .”

Cheong-myeong, who was gently pulling a bundle of slips, looked at Song Tae-ak with strange eyes.

His and Song Tae-ak's eyes met in the air.

“Let it go.”

“… … .”

“Oh, let it go.”

“Great.”

The power drained from Song Tae-ak's hand. As the bundle of slips he was holding slipped away, his soul escaped with it.

'How did you get this money?'

With this one transaction, all the spare funds disappeared. No, it was not to the extent that spare funds disappeared, but the brewery and land that had been invested to raise money had to be sold at the top of the competition in a rush.

It's a rush sale, so of course there's no way I'll be able to get my money back. It's heartbreaking to get only money that can't even be sold.

Song Tae-ak, who was groaning in pain as if a piece of flesh had been cut out, tightly closed his eyes.

'no. This is an investment.'

Those who are afraid of going out will never make a lot of money.

What matters is what you can earn with the money you invest now. If you can resell Yunnan cars to Hubei and Beijing, you can earn money that is incomparable to the money you are going out now.

'There will hardly be any leftovers! But if you can get permission to sell cars to dignitaries in Beijing, it's a good idea to do something like this!'

So, in the end, the remaining business... … .

It's a leftover business, but... … .

“Why do you look like that?”

Song Tae-ak forcibly twisted the corners of his lips at Cheong-myeong's stern question.

“Hey, I’m glad I did. glad."

“You don’t look very happy, do you?”

“Well, could that be? Look. I'm so happy I don't even cry... … .”

Seeing the tears welling up in Song Tae-ak's eyes, Cheong-myeong giggled and laughed.

“What tears? haha You look really good.”

“… … .”

okay. It's good.

Wouldn't it be nice to be like you? this rotten bastard?

Song Tae-ak squeezed the boiling bitterness.

'It's all or nothing anyway.'

You can't make money without investing, and you can't grow without risk.

His gamble was not to pay money to buy the right to sell a car.

Moving his business to the volcano rather than the shaman was a gamble for his fate.

'If this number fails, the top of the gold wire will be ruined.'

But what if it succeeds?

At least in the commercial district above Hubei, he would be able to obtain an absolute position. Because the volcano is located in Shaanxi, and all of the merchants that trade with them are to the west of the Central Plains.

It was clear that becoming the only friendly midwife in the east of the midfield would bring great risks and great opportunities at the same time.

but… … .

“Hey hee hee hee! How much is this?”

“… … .”

It was Song Tae-ak, who was constantly questioning whether he was really good at this as he watched Cheong-myeong shove a bundle of slips into his arms with excitement.

"Hehe. Let's do well.”

“Okay. Take good care of me."

Song Tae-ak grabbed Cheong-myung's outstretched hand.

Anyway, the situation is already signposted. Now that you are on the back of a tiger, you have no choice but to get acquainted with this tiger.

"By the way… … .”

Song Tae-ak turned his head slightly and looked towards the yard.

White sacks were piled up like a mountain in the middle of the yard at the top of the gold ship, which was made extraordinarily wide to handle the logistics.

"Yes?"

“… … Where are you going to use them?”

Song Tae-ak put on a puzzled expression.

Qingming asked him to prepare a work share of the amount to be paid in goods, not money. It would work, but the value of those items alone was close to a million nyang.

No matter how many of the disciples of the volcano are here, it must not be easy to go all the way to the island with so many sacks on your back... … .

“Oh, that one?”

Cheongmyung shrugged.

“You have nothing to worry about. Because I prepared everything to be good.”

“… … What do you mean by that?”

"What."

A subtle smile crept on the corner of Qingming's lips.

“You have to do it for sure.”

Seeing that smile, Song Tae-ak trembled in uncertainty.

* * *

Wuhan, Hubei Province, where the top of the Golden Line is located, is the largest city in Hubei. For this reason, it was also a place that was greatly influenced by the shaman, the largest sect in Hubei.

A group of people now appeared on the highway in Wuhan, Hubei Province.

"Yes?"

People passing by the main street looked at those who suddenly appeared and tilted their heads.

“What about those people?”

As it is a roadside where many people come and go, it was not unusual to see a group of people appearing.

Still, the reason I couldn't take my eyes off of it was that the more than 100 people who appeared now were all wearing the same clothes, and the color of the clothes was something I had never seen in Wuhan.

“In a black uniform… … That text... … huh? Flower? Is it a flower?”

“It’s a volcano!”

"volcano! Volcano wave! They are volcanic warriors!”

In the past, no one could recognize a volcano without a knowledgeable person appearing, but now everyone can recognize the volcanic wave just with the robes and plum blossom patterns.

This is why reputation is so important.

“Is that the volcanic wave that cleared that large annex?”

"Yes! It’s that volcanic wave!”

“But why are they here?”

The eyes of the infinite people who looked at the volcanic waves were inevitably favorable.

There was no reason to come up with anything. Who wouldn't appreciate the people who subjugated the bandits on the nearby mountain right away?

Even if those bandits were just ordinary bandits, they should be thankful that they broke their heads, but Hwasan wasn't another bandit, and didn't they subdue that infamous annex?

Naturally, everyone looked at the volcanic waves with admiration and gratitude.

“Volcanic Para. The looks are really different!”

“It’s a different feeling from a shaman.”

“Heh heh, yes. In fact, the shaman is a monarch that controls the world, but lately, the momentum of the volcano has been daunting, isn’t it?”

“Yeah! Anyway, how do you compare a shaman to a volcano?”

“Huh? it's not because it's Damn you, have you ever heard of a shaman doing something over the past few years?”

“… … Not that.”

“A position is not permanent. Of course, right now, a shaman is the world’s first swordsman and the world’s greatest swordsman, but if ten years pass like this, it is the world that does not know what will happen again!”

“Ttttttttt. anyway it is Where a volcano.”

People's opinions were divided.

However, considering that this place is infinite, like the front yard of a shaman, such a reaction could be said to be great.

Arms are bent inward, and even dogs in their yards eat half of them before entering.

The fact that Huashan, the gateway to Shaanxi in the distance, was compared to a shaman in Wuhan, was a testament to how much Huashan's reputation had grown.

"By the way… … What is that?”

"Well? Everyone seems to be carrying a few sacks.”

“I don’t know what it is, but it looks pretty heavy, doesn’t it?”

The middle class expressed their doubts as they looked at the sacks carried by the disciples of the volcanic group.

The disciples of Hwasan, who walked without any sign of difficulty even carrying a number of sacks that seemed too difficult to lift one by one, began to pile up the sacks in the middle of the road.

"Five?"

“… … Is there a lot of stuff?”

“What are you going to do with that?”

The middle class looked at the scene with curiosity.

By the way… … .

with a bang.

The disciples of the volcano who had put down their sacks, without thinking about what to do, all turned around and started going back.

"Eh?"

"Yes?"

Everyone who saw the scene had a puzzled expression on their face.

Whew.

In the place where all the disciples of the volcano had left, only the sacks piled up with sacks were left open.

“… … Why just go?”

“Hey, what are you going to do with that?”

At that time, when everyone wondered what the hell this was.

“Hey there! come again!”

“Huh? What else are you hearing?”

Those who saw the disciples of the volcano reappeared in the distance opened their mouths. This is because, on the shoulders of the volcano disciples who reappeared, the same amount of sacks they had brought a while ago was lifted again.

chuck! chuck! chuck!

The sacks were piled up again on top of the hilts that the disciples of the volcano had piled up. This process was repeated over and over again, and the mountain of sacks grew bigger and higher.

"Huh… … .”

“Uh… … .”

The eyes of those who watched the scene began to grow bigger and bigger. The piled up sacks now looked like a little garden.

“Is it over?”

“I think so?”

The disciples of the volcano, who finally lifted the sacks, no longer turn around, but circle around the sacks.

It happened without a word.

However, those who saw this necrosis had no choice but to stop and gather to find out what the hell was going on.

'What are you trying to do?'

'What the hell are those sacks?'

'I'm dying of curiosity.'

The crowds of people in the crowd looked at the sacks piled up like a mountain and the disciples of the volcano surrounding the sack and the mountain in turn.

“Hey, what the hell is that?”

“What are you trying to do here?”

As the disciples of the volcano remained without explanation, eventually the impatient people could not bear it and began to raise their voices.

But even so, the disciples of Hwasan remained silent and remained silent.

When that frustration is at its peak.

“Ahem!”

In the eyes of middle-class people, a man slowly walked out among the disciples of the volcano.

Naturally, everyone's eyes were focused on the person walking out.

“Heh heh heh heh!”

The young man, who had not yet disappeared, coughed heavily while receiving the focused gaze.

"therefore."

The one who looked around the people for a moment opened his mouth slightly as if he was about to say something, then turned his head.

“Where do I begin to explain this?”

“Why are you asking us that!”

“Just do it, man!”

“Hey, Seungjil!”

Cheongmyung, who had said a word for nothing but could not find it, distorted his face and raised his voice.

"iced coffee! Can you hear everything?”

When the disciples of Hwasan saw the appearance of Qingming shouting at the people, their faces turned red and they bowed their heads.

“… … Please just do it.”

“Why is the shame ours?”

see

Wherever they put their priests, shameful.

Of course, Cheong-myeong, who could not care about the reactions of such disciples, smiled once and opened his mouth to the crowd.

“Do you know who we are?”

“Aren’t you volcanic people?”

“Thank you for subjugating the Daebyeolchae!”

“Thank you so much!”

Cheongmyeong laughed at the cheering back.

“Oh, what a great thing you did. Hehehe."

“Hurry up! Shame on you!”

“Isn’t Dongryong quiet?”

Cheongmyung, who had once impressed the voices heard from behind, smiled brightly as he looked back at the middle aged people.

"Yes. We are the Mundo of the Volcano Wave. And we just beat up the bandits of the Daebyeol building in that Daebyeolsan Mountain and handed them over to the government officials. Now you won't have to worry about the bandits when you climb Daebyeolsan!"

"Five!"

"thank you! thank you!"

It was something I had already heard, but none of them had confirmed the fact with their own eyes. But now that the person in charge told me this, I can now have confidence.

“But what are those sacks?”

“Oh, I was going to tell that story anyway.”

Cheongmyung grinned and pointed at the mountain in the sack with his chin.

“As we were cleaning out the large annex, I realized how thrifty these bandits had been in Hubuk, and the wealth piled up like a mountain in the warehouse!”

“… … That, then?”

"Yes. Those are the things I brought from that large annex.”

The middle-aged's eyes widened.

And the quick-witted are starting to understand roughly what they're trying to do.

“Ts. Even if we take a gulp of this, no one will say anything about it, but in fact, all these riches were robbed by the people of Hubei while going to and from Daebyeolsan Mountain, right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

"therefore!"

bang!

Qingming stepped forward strongly.

“It is not moral for us to take these treasures to the volcano, said the Volcano Warden! This is something the bandits stole from their masters, so it is right to return them to their masters!”

When Cheong-myeong quickly turned his head, Baek-cheon and Yoon-jong, who were waiting for him, loosened the string that was holding the sack and slid the sack down.

Then, grain came pouring out of the sack that had fallen to the floor.

All eyes of the middle class were focused on the grain that came out of the sack. Their eyes trembled slightly.

“So now!”

Qingming pointed to the grains piled up like a mountain.

“We will distribute these grains to the infinite people!”

Sasak!

As soon as the words were finished, the disciples of the volcano took out the mulberry and small sacks they had prepared in advance.

Those who were watching the scene looked at the crops and cheongmyeong alternately, as if in disbelief.

“Hey, is that true?”

“Have you been deceived all this time?”

“Oh, no, this is the first time I’ve heard of this.”

"What."

Qingming clicked his tongue.

“I don’t know how the other sects do it, but this is how the volcano usually works.”

“… … .”

“So, don’t just look, everyone, come! And call everyone who isn't here! I'll give it to you from now on!"

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

The disciples of Huashan poured grain sacks over one by one on the pre-cooked mat, and began to transfer the grain into small sacks with mulberry.

“Give it away!”

“Here I am!”

“Take it!”

In the hands of those who hesitated and did not know what to do, the sacks of grain the disciples of the volcano had reached out were held.

“Go, thank you!”

“Hey, can I really take this?”

As those who received the grain sacks bowed their heads as if in dismay, Qingming shouted.

“Don't thank me! This is yours!”

“… … .”

“Then go quickly and call everyone! Everyone in Wuhan has to get one bag at a time!”

"thank you! thank you!"

"Oh my gosh! It’s a real negotiation!”

It's hard to start with anything.

As one or two began to receive the grain, those who were watching rushed to the disciples of the volcano, you and me.

“I, give me too!”

"I!"

“Ah, please stand in line! There are enough!”

“Don't rush, we'll all give it to you! You are hurt.”

The disciples of the volcano smiled all over the place and distributed grain to the crowd.

At the same time, the voices praising the volcano began to rise as if they were leaving.

“I can see why people say volcanic waves and volcanic waves.”

“I’m thankful that you risked your life to subdue the bandits, but you’re even giving mercy here.”

“I will definitely inform you about the volcanic eruption! thank you!"

The disciples of the volcano who distribute grain with those who continue to flock.

Cheongmyung, who had been watching the scene from behind, slowly turned his head and giggled.

'What else is a bribe?'

Bribery isn't the only thing you give to those in power. If you give away wealth to achieve what you want, isn't that a bribe?

Although it is said that the grain is piled up like a mountain, this amount of grain is nothing compared to the finances of the volcano. An amount that is not much compared to the wealth that was sold right now.

'If you can fuck a shaman with that, it's not like there's enough business left.'

When this news reached the shaman Malco's ears, what kind of expression would he make?

“Giggle giggle.”

Qingming smiled warmly.

"mom. That guy is weird... … .”

"Shh. Come on. You couldn't get too close."

Although Qingming was slightly (?) cut, it was the moment when the name of the volcano spread widely in Wuhan along with the sacks of grain.

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