Reborn Korea, I am not a chaebol

Chapter 66
"Wen...Wenhua, how long has it been... since I... have been sick...to now?"

In the car, the old man stuttered and asked him.

"Old man, you fell in the early morning of September 25th, and it has been 84 days since today."

Before you know it, 2014 will be a thing of the past.

"During this time...you have worked hard."

The coherence of the old man's speech was much better, but he needed to pause for a few seconds in the middle.

Zhou Wenhua smiled lightly and said, "It's nothing, but old man, isn't it your birthday tomorrow? Why are you going to Lunshan City today?"

The old man's birthday is December 12th, and Zhou Wenhua always remembers it in his heart.

"I...have to...go back to my hometown every year before my birthday."

The other party wanted to remember his birthday, and the old man was very pleased.

The scenery outside the car window attracted the old man's attention, "Last time... what you said...was it serious?"

"Old man, when are you talking about?"

Zhou Wenhua didn't remember it for a while.

"In my memory... you... seem to... have said that you want to become... a chaebol."

The first thing the old man heard after regaining consciousness was that Zhou Wenhua said that he once wanted to become a chaebol, and the old man was deeply impressed by this.

"Ah..." Zhou Wenhua smiled awkwardly, "That was my thought when I was in Huaguo."

"what about now?"

the old man asked coherently.

"Now... I think so too."

Zhou Wenhua took good care of the old man, so that he could help him as much as possible in the future.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Zhou Wenhua replied with firm eyes.

"I...since I saw...you the first time...I like you...very much."

After speaking, the old man coughed a few times.

Zhou Wenhua's thermos cup, he poured some tea onto the lid of the thermos cup and handed it to the old man, saying: "Old man, please drink some water."

After taking a sip of water and resting for a while, the old man then said with emotion: "If I...have a grandson...it should be...about the same age...as you..."

"Yes, it should be."

Could it be that you want me to be your grandson?
Zhou Wenhua felt that the old man told him on purpose.

"It's a pity...the children...are not up to date."

The old man handed the lid of the thermos cup to Zhou Wenhua, and Zhou Wenhua poured him some tea.

"Wen Hua... do you... want to be my... grandson?"

It really is.

"Old man, stop joking with me."

"No...I...didn't...joke with you...if you...my surname...be my grandson...I will...do my best to help you."

The old man said solemnly.

"Old man, what do you mean by helping me?"

Zhou Wenhua wanted to get an exact statement from the old man.

"Help you... become the... chaebol of our country."

"Old man, if I... now, wouldn't it be too late?"

The so-called chaebols have to play a monopoly role in a certain field. Zhou Wenhua couldn't imagine how he could become a chaebol in South Korea.

"As long as you...have money...it's not too late, of course...first...you have to have enough...a lot of money."

The world pattern changes as soon as it is said, and the financial crisis comes as soon as it is said. According to the old man's vision, as long as Zhou Wenhua has enough money, he will be born when the world changes.

"How much will it cost?"

Zhou Wenhua knew that what the old man said this time was different from the last time. The last time he bought the shares of Daum Corporation, he needed more than 3000 billion won. If he wanted to become a chaebol this time, it was impossible for him to be less than one trillion won.

"In the early stage, 5000 trillion... capital funds and... one trillion... reserve funds, and... you have to take your time."

Twenty-five trillion won, more than 5000 billion RMB.

If all goes well, he bought a total of 2017 bitcoins in the first half of 20, and then sold them all by the end of the year, making a net profit of more than 2 trillion won. 5000 million won.

"Old man, if you give me two or three years, I can give it a try."

The old head was thinking of something, and after a while he said: "Are you... are you going to... join forces with Huaguo's... consortium?"

"No, I have my own method. Please forgive me for not being able to tell you the specific method."

"Okay, do you want...recognize me as...your grandpa?"

The old man stopped talking, he was waiting for Zhou Wenhua to reply himself.

"Old man, can I think about it?"

"Okay, think about it carefully."

Zhou Wenhua quickly fell into deep thought, the old man didn't disturb the other party, he slowly closed his eyes.

After more than an hour, the car arrived at the old man's hometown in the bamboo forest in Noseong-myeon, Nonsan City.

The old man’s hometown is a typical ancient Korean building. Inside the low courtyard walls is a spacious and grand mansion. Each house has a tiled roof. The roof is beautifully curved and the eaves are slightly upturned.

On the door plaque at the gate is written in Chinese characters, Yin's Mansion.

There is a wooden sign on the left and right sides of the gate. The wooden sign on the left is written in Chinese characters, Poping Yin's family; the wooden sign on the right is written in Chinese characters, Wen Zhenggong School.

Zhou Wenhua slowly opened the door, and Xu Rongxuan and Song Xueyan carried the old man in a wheelchair across the threshold.

The dirt floor was uneven, Zhou Wenhua carefully pushed the old man around in the yard.

Although no one lives in the mansion, people from the clan come to clean it regularly.

The old man's ancestors were all the two classes of the Lee family during the Joseon Dynasty, and the representative figure Yin Zheng was one of the leaders of the Western People's Party.

"Wenhua, have you... considered... alright?"

After turning around and sitting under a big tree in the courtyard, the old man asked him.

There was no water in the thermos, so Zhou Wenhua called Gao Guangmin and said, "Guangmin, go and pour some water nearby."

"Yes."

Zhou Wenhua looked at the old man, he first smiled, and then said: "Old man, I'm sorry, I can't agree."

The other party's answer seemed to be beyond the old man's expectation, he said with a dry smile, "Why?"

"Old man, you are an elder, and I respect you very much, but I cannot change my surname, let alone become your grandson, because besides treating you as an elder, I also regard you as my friend."

On the one hand, Zhou Wenhua really didn't intend to recognize the old man as his grandfather, on the other hand, if he recognized the old man as his grandfather, then he would have to be called Yin Xilie's father, and he was even more unwilling to do so.

"Friend? You... Really."

The old man laughed it off. In the consciousness of Koreans, how can two people with such a big age difference be regarded as friends.

"Yes, old man, there is an idiom in Huaguo called Wangnianzhijiao. During the Three Kingdoms period, Kong Rong, who was over 50 years old, was willing to be your friend with Mi Heng, who was under 20 years old. Isn't it okay for us to do the same?"

Zhou Wenhua explained by referring to the allusions of the Three Kingdoms that the old man is most familiar with.

(End of this chapter)