Story of a Big Player from Gangnam

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Gu Gu Gu will be at the Korean restaurant around 9 am.

Other employees usually come to work around 10: 00 and prepare for lunch guests around 11: 30. When I was in Noryangjin, I told them everything because there was one Joseon lady, but it was different here. The labor cost was low, so I was able to hire 8 people. That's why there was nothing for me to do because I had my own role.

“It works just fine, because there are four ladies in the kitchen, there are Dinging counters, there are two other girls with Kim Mae fragrance. ”

Gu Gu always sat vacant and often saw local Chinese newspapers. I saw an article about real estate identification. If there was anything in the sentence I didn't know, I translated it for Mae Hyang Kim. There was another role of the Guardian. It was entertaining when Korean supervisors or local businessmen came in the evening. This was something Chinese workers couldn't do.

“Let's take a ride around Seoho today. It looks like you're building a lot of high-end apartments from Seoho to Baochuru. ”

The neighborhood is also crowded with tourists. Gu Gun Ho joyfully rode around Seo Ho.

“Wow, there are so many luxury single-family houses in that apartment complex. Such a house is similar to the houses in Seongbuk-east, Seoul. How much?”

Gu Gun-ho also bought some bread when he was riding his bike and selling it on the side of the road. I bought bottled water and snacks.

“Heh heh. The merchants understand how much I say in Chinese. ”

Gu Gun Ho circled around Seo Ho and returned to the Mando Hotel Korean Restaurant around 5 pm. There are no guests yet. Customers need an hour or two before they start coming.

“Where's Mae Hyang Kim? ”

Gu looked inside the hall. At the table behind the pillar, Kim Mae Fragrance and some woman were eating.

“Oh my gosh, you're here. He's my friend.”

Kim Mae Hyang stood up and introduced the woman who had eaten.

“Hello."

The woman got up and greeted the Governor.

“He's a friend from home. I graduated from Gilim University and I'm here looking for a job. ”

“Oh, really? Let's eat.”

The hook went to the other empty table and sat down.

“Is the evening paper here? ”

Gu Gun-ho saw the evening paper. Even though I could not speak, Hanmun understood the meaning of the letters a little, not a big bit. If you don't know anything, you can mark it and ask Mae Hyang Kim. I was watching the newspaper for a long time and Kim Mae-hyang came to Gu Gun-ho.

“Hey, rat. Don't you need a Puddao? ”

“Puddao?”

“The homeroom teacher. I'm a Chinese homeroom teacher.”

“Is there such a person? ”

“Th-there's a friend of mine over there with us right now. I'll be out when I get a job. He majored in Korean at Gilim University. If you need a rat's ass, why don't you learn Chinese from my friend two hours a day? I speak Korean. I speak Chinese. You can only pay 600 yuan (KRW 72,000 in Korean). ”

“Hmm…”

“I've had a history with Koreans in Shanghai before. Teach well.”

“Tell him to come here. ”

Mae-hyeon Kim's friend came to Gu, with an embarrassed look on his face.

“What's your name? I'm called Gu Gu Cho. ”

“It's Eun-hwa Cho. I grew up.”

“You're a Joseon. Can I have Puddao here in the restaurant? They'll be distracted around here. ”

“I'm fine. Anywhere is fine. The restaurant here is a hotel restaurant, so it's cozy and nice. ”

“When would be a good time? ”

“I love a morning without guests. ”

“Let's do this, then. Why don't we do 8: 00 a.m. to 10: 00 a.m. here? Kitchen ladies come to work at 10: 00. ”

“Okay, okay. It's a yes. ”

Gu Gu began learning Chinese from Cho Eun-hwa the next day. Cho Eun-hwa is from the North, so I liked her pronunciation. I spoke the correct standard language and knew Korean well. Gu Gu began to improve his Chinese language skills noticeably.

“Eun-hwa still gives me a lot of homework as a teacher. ”

Gu Gu worked hard on his homework given by Cho Eun-hwa. After mastering all the painting books, Eunhwa brought Chinese elementary school textbooks to learn from the first grade through the sixth grade.

“Chinese kids know about 3,000 characters after elementary school. If you do that, you won't have to watch Chinese newspapers or magazines. ”

About two months later, the Chinese language began to appear in the ears of the Old Testament.

It's been four months since I came to China.

The Chinese life in Gu Gun Ho was going through the motions. It became summer. The southern part of China's quantum river was extremely hot. It was literally like a furnace. However, the Korean restaurant with the relief shelter was inside the hotel and the air conditioning went well. The waiters stayed in the restaurant and went home late because they were too hot to stay home.

One day, Ding Ling who saw the counter called Gu Gun Ho.

“Where do you say? ”

“It's called the Fiction Bank. They say they're looking for a rat's ass. ”

Gu Gu felt that he could not get a call from the bank due to his short Chinese proficiency. I called Kim Mae-hyang.

“Take a look. ”

I got a call saying that Mae Hyang Kim is an interpreter.

“He's the head of an imaginary bank branch and wants to meet Ratchet once. ”

“Me? Why? Ask me when I want to meet you. ”

Kim Mae Hyang called again.

“Ping-hu's Chinese restaurant ( ) is on the beach at 12: 00 tomorrow. ”

“It shouldn't be that hard to meet. Say yes.”

Gu Gun-ho went out to Ping-Fu tavern with an interpreter Kim Mae-hyang. I met the store manager and took a taxi for a bike ride.

“I should have a rental car when I meet these people in the future. ”

The Ping-Fu bar was quite wide. A customer booked by the imagination bank, the employees in chifaos escorted him to the second floor. It was a compartment. I saw all of Seoho coolly through the big window. The group arrives first and waits for you. The branch manager appeared to be in his late 40s. There were also two women in their 30s who appeared to be bankers.

“Sorry I'm late. It's called the Gu Gu Cho.”

“Greetings, this is Zhang Bing Chao from the Fiat Bank." ”

Gu Gun-ho gave the 'General Manager of Mango Food Co., Ltd.' card. I also gave it to the two travelers who came with me. The branch manager of the imaginary bank gave me his card. It was written on the business card that it was not a branch, but a place of travel ( ).

“Captain? You mean the bank leader is directly from Beijing headquarters? ”

Mae Hyang Kim looked up and saw the store manager's business card.

“He's the branch manager. China calls him the branch manager. ”

“Oh, really? ”

Gu Gu, knowing the meaning of the dress, smiled.