Reborn Korea, I am not a chaebol

Chapter 23
In order to express his gratitude to Li Xiyou, Director Kim and others, Zhou Wenhua hosted a banquet at the Namchon Korean restaurant in Namchang-dong, Jung-gu, Seoul.

Li Xiyou and the others had to wait until after get off work at six o'clock to leave the city hall, so Zhou Wenhua and the old man went home first, and they met at the South Village Handingshi restaurant at seven o'clock in the evening.

"Well, old man, do you think that besides inviting Mayor Li to dinner, I..."

It was the first time for Zhou Wenhua to do such a thing, he said hesitantly.

"You still want to give them presents, don't you?"

The old man understood his thoughts in seconds.

"Yes, old man, how much do you think I should give them?"

Zhou Wenhua couldn't control the degree of giving money. If he gave too little, he was afraid that Li Xiyou would be unhappy. If he gave too much, he would suffer. If the other party saw too much money and dared not accept it, it would be even more embarrassing.

"Have you never done anything like this?"

"Yes."

As the saying goes, eyes can’t lie. Looking at Zhou Wenhua’s wandering eyes, the old man smiled and said, “Well, although I, as a professor, shouldn’t teach young people these things, no matter which country I’m in, these things are very important. It is necessary, as long as everyone does not violate the principles of each other."

"Yes, I will definitely follow your teachings."

"You take out 8000 million, give 5000 million to Xiyou, give 2000 million to Director Jin, and divide the remaining 1000 million into two 500 million to give to their respective secretaries."

Zhou Wenhua repeated it in his heart, "Yes, I remember."

"However, don't send bank cards. Send cash. Pack it in an envelope and a box. You must let the other party accept it, you know?"

Send cash in an envelope and box.

"Yes, I understand, thank you for your teaching."

While waiting for the red light, Zhou Wenhua subconsciously glanced at the old man.

Give Li Xiyou 5000 million, how much should you give the old man?
"Why are you looking at me like that?"

The old man saw the clue from Zhou Wenhua's eyes.

"No, nothing."

Zhou Wenhua also stuttered a bit.

"You still want to send me money, don't you?"

"Yeah? I..."

Knowing that the old man saw through his thoughts, Zhou Wenhua smiled awkwardly.

"You don't need to send me money. It's useless for me to ask for so much money as an old man. I can't even use up my own pension."

The old man has lived to this age, he understands the truth that if you don't bring it with you, you don't take it with you when you die. Money is something outside of the body.

"Yes."

"If you want to thank me, cook more delicious food for me, play chess and fish with me more."

The old man likes to eat Chinese cuisine cooked by Zhou Wenhua, and also likes the feeling of being accompanied.

"Yes."

Zhou Wenhua breathed a sigh of relief, and his smile finally became natural.

After sending the old man home, Zhou Wenhua immediately went to the bank to withdraw 8000 million in cash, and then went to the supermarket to buy a stack of envelopes and two cartons, one big and one small with apple patterns printed on them.

When he got home, he put two hundred [-]-won Korean won into two large envelopes.

然后他又将2000张1万韩元面值的韩币装进1个印有苹果图案的小纸箱中，将5000张1万韩元面值的韩币装进1个印有评估图案的中型纸箱中。

Central District, Seoul

At [-]:[-], Zhou Wenhua was waiting at the door of Nancun Handingshi Restaurant, while the old man was sitting and resting in the private room.

Before seven o'clock, four people including Li Xiyou and Director Jin appeared in front of him.

After a few simple greetings, the five walked quickly to the private room.

The old man and Li Xiyou sat at the top, Zhou Wenhua and Director Jin sat below them in turn, and the two secretaries sat at the end.

When the waiter brought the dishes, Zhou Wenhua picked up the jug and was about to pour wine for Li Xiyou, but the other party picked up the wine glass and waved his hand: "Wenhua xi, I'm getting old, so I don't need the wine."

"Hey, Lord Mayor, how old are you? It looks like you are only in your forties."

Director Jin flattered him.

"Xiyou, let's drink a pot together."

A pot of sake is not as much as a bottle of shochu, let alone two people.

Seeing that the old man wanted to drink, Li Xiyou put down his glass, "Okay, it's rare that the teacher wants to drink, so I'll have a few drinks with you."

Zhou Wenhua poured wine for Li Xiyou and the old man, and then he and Director Jin poured wine for each other.

"At first, let's have a drink first."

The old man toasted, except for the male secretary who was driving, the other five drank the first glass of wine together.

"Teacher, I offer you a toast, thank you for teaching and helping me before."

Li Xiyou toasted the old man alone.

"Xiyou, you are also the rare mayor in our country who served three consecutive terms in the same place."

Li Xiyou has been the mayor of Namyangju City since 2006, which is rare among South Korean politicians.

"Teacher, you have won the prize."

Li Xiyou said modestly.

"Yes, our Lord Mayor has really made an indelible contribution to the development of our Namyangju."

Director Jin seized the opportunity and flattered him fiercely, while Zhou Wenhua on the side sighed.

The old man winked at Zhou Wenhua, raised his glass understandingly and said, "Mayor Li, you are bothering me because of my business."

"No, no." Li Xiyou quickly waved his hands and said, "I would also like to thank Wen Huaxi. If it wasn't for you, our city hall would have received many letters of appeal from unemployed citizens."

"Yes, you have won the prize."

Zhou Wenhua didn't know how to answer, so he just smiled and drank the wine.

In the following time, the old man and Li Xiyou chatted about the past. The two sometimes laughed and sometimes felt sad. After all, one of them is an 84-year-old old man, and the other is also a 67-year-old old man.

"By the way, Wenhuaxi, have you selected the office building for your new club?"

Director Jin asked while clinking glasses with Zhou Wenhua.

"I haven't chosen an office building yet. If the office building in the factory is available, I might choose to work there."

Zhou Wenhua really forgot about this for a while.

"Hey, the office conditions in the factory are very simple, and they are basically located in the suburbs, which is not conducive to your future business negotiations with customers.

Director Jin analyzed it from Zhou Wenhua's perspective.

"Yes, you are right, I will go to choose the office building later."

"Well, and, have you thought about the name of the new club?"

"No, but I will seriously think about it in the next two days."

As for the name of the new club, Zhou Wenhua had considered it, but he never decided on it.

After eating and drinking enough, it was time for everyone to part.

The male secretary who did not drink was responsible for driving Director Kim home, Li Xiyou had his own driver, and the female secretary had to send Li Xiyou off before going home by herself.

"Well, please come here."

While Zhou Wenhua was chatting with the old man, Li Xiyou and Director Jin, he called the female secretary aside.

"Wen Huaxi, do you have any orders?

"No, please accept this."

Zhou Wenhua took out the envelope.

"What are you doing?"

The female secretary refused.

"I have troubled you for the past two days, please accept it."

"No trouble, it's my job."

The female secretary waved her hand and refused for the second time.

(End of this chapter)