Reborn Korea, I am not a chaebol

Chapter 82
"Hahaha..." The four laughed loudly, "Where's the teacher?"

"The teacher is resting in the downstairs room. I will invite the old man to come up after all the seniors arrive."

"it is good."

After talking with Shen Yonghan, the four of them immediately looked at Zhou Wenhua and Zhang Huan. They couldn't figure out which one was Zhou Wenhua who paid a lot of money to treat their teacher's illness.

"Seniors, let me introduce you. This is Zhou Wenhua that the teacher mentioned."

Shin Yonghan came to the leading man and introduced, "Wenhua, this is Chairman Choi Jaeyu of the Broadcasting and Communication Committee."

"Hello Chairman Cui, I'm Zhou Wenhua."

Zhou Wenhua bowed and greeted Cui Zaiyu.

"Okay, Wen Huaxi, hello, I have admired you for a long time."

Cui Zaiyu understood that it must be their teacher's idea for Shin Yonghan and Zhou Wenhua to stand together, so he offered to shake Zhou Wenhua's hand.

"Chairman Cui, you are too proud."

Zhou Wenhua quickly shook hands with him.

Shin Yonghan introduced the people around Choi Jae-yu to Zhou Wenhua, "This is Councilor Choi Ji-ho."

"Mr. Cui, hello."

Zhou Wenhua said hello to Cui Zhihao.

"Hi, Wenhuaxi."

"This is Representative Song Yongji."

Shin Yonghan continued to introduce.

"Mr. Song, hello."

"Hi, Wenhuaxi."

When it was the last one's turn, Shen Yonghan introduced: "This is Director Lim Jae-hyun of the Tax Coordination Policy Bureau of the Ministry of Finance."

"Hello, Director Lin."

"it is good."

Lin Zaixian patted Zhou Wenhua's shoulder with a smile and said.

After the introduction, Shin Yonghan invites seniors to sit in the private room and rest.

Zhang Huan on the side was ignored by them, and they thought he was Zhou Wenhua's subordinate. In front of many senior officials, even though Zhang Huan was a prosecutor, he became overshadowed.

"Prosecutor Zhang, why don't you go to the private room to rest first?"

Back in the lobby of the restaurant, Zhou Wenhua said to Zhang Huan who was standing there.

"No need, I'll wait until Senior Cheng Fan arrives before going in."

The people inside would not chat with him at all, Zhang Huan said with an embarrassed smile.

The second batch of people who arrived were South Korea’s Deputy Prime Minister and Minister of Finance Choi Kyung-hwan, Zheng Il-yong, director of the Aviation Policy Office of the Ministry of Land and Ocean, Kwon Yong-hyun, deputy director of the Ministry of Gender and Family, and Lim Kwang-hyun, director of the Investigation Bureau of the Seoul Local Taxation Office.

After Shen Yonghan's introduction, Zhou Wenhua greeted and shook hands with them one by one.

The last ones to arrive were Congressman Lu Yingmin and Seoul High Prosecutor's Prosecutor Pei Chengfan. To Zhou Wenhua's surprise, Lu Yingmin and Pei Chengfan knew each other.

All the people at the banquet were present, and Zhou Wenhua and Shen Yonghan went to invite the old man and Li Xiyou to come up.

Zhou Wenhua pushed the old man, and Shen Yonghan opened the door of the private room. The originally lively room fell silent, and everyone stood up to welcome the old man and senior Li Xiyou.

"Hello, teacher."

Everyone bowed and greeted the old man in unison.

"Okay, Yonghan, everyone... are you here?"

"Yes, all the seniors are here, teacher, please."

There is a custom-made long table in the private room, which can accommodate 20 people for dinner.

Zhou Wenhua pushed the old man to the upper seat to sit down. On the right hand side of the old man was the oldest Li Xiyou, on the left side was the second oldest and highest official Cui Kyung-hwan, and the others lined up in order of seniority and age.

Zhou Wenhua and Zhang Huan sat at the end, and sitting next to them were Shin Yonghan and Lim Guangxuan.

The old man raised his glass, and he substituted tea for wine.

"Everyone...I...during this period of illness...you all...are very concerned about me...now my...condition...is getting better and better...under Wenhua's...care, so...today ...I specially invite everyone to come...to gather together."

After the old man finished speaking, Li Xiyou took over the words, "Teacher, please take care of yourself."

"Teacher, please take care of yourself."

The others followed Li Xiyou's words.

"Everyone... cheers."

"Yes, I wish you a speedy recovery, teacher."

Everyone raised their glasses and drank the first glass of wine together.

The old man was holding chopsticks in his hand, and Lee Suk Woo and Choi Kyung Hwan picked up chopsticks, until Shin Yong Han and Lim Kwang Hyun also held chopsticks in their hands, then Zhou Wenhua and Zhang Huan picked up chopsticks.

South Korea has inherited the old Chinese rules of respect and inferiority very well, but from the perspective of a modern young man, this kind of rules is a bit overwhelming.

Eating vegetables is no exception. After the old man takes his first bite, other people can move their chopsticks to eat vegetables one after another.

Shen Yonghan winked at Zhou Wenhua, and he stood up understandingly to pour tea for the old man.

"Old man, I offer you a toast, thank you for your help and teaching."

Since everyone was sitting on the ground, Zhou Wenhua, who was over 1.8 meters tall, had to kneel on one knee to pour wine for the old man.

"Wen Hua... During this time... You have worked hard."

The old man raised his glass and said.

"It's not hard, taking care of you is what I should do."

Zhou Wenhua turned his head away according to the courtesy when drinking, and then he poured the tea for the old man.

After toasting the old man, Zhou Wenhua toasted successively starting from Li Xiyou, "My lord mayor, thank you for helping me, I would like to toast you."

"It's nothing, Wen Huaxi, you're welcome."

Turn around to drink, and then fill Li Xiyou's glass again.

"My lord, I offer you a toast."

Choi Kyung-hwan, the deputy prime minister of South Korea, has the largest official position among this group of people. Zhou Wenhua poured him wine carefully.

"Wen Huaxi, take care of the teacher, you have worked hard."

Choi Kyung-hwan doesn't have a particularly big airs, he said in an approachable way.

"It's not hard."

From Li Xiyou to Zhang Huan, Zhou Wenhua felt that his face was going to freeze with laughter.

After a round of wine toasts, Zhou Wenhua became a little tipsy, his alcohol capacity is not very good.

After Zhou Wenhua finished his toast, the old man started talking again: "Everyone...our age...isn't too young...Xiyou...how old are you this year?"

"Teacher, I am 67 years old this year."

Before he knew it, Li Xiyou was also an old man in his seventies.

"That's right... counting...you are...the first student...that I brought...when I was an assistant professor...right?"

"Yes, you were very young at that time, teacher."

Talking about the past, both of them had smiles on their faces.

"Kyoung-hwan, what about you?"

The old man asked Cui Jionghuan.

"Teacher, I am 60 years old."

"Hey……"

The old man sighed.

"Teacher, time is like this, you don't have to sigh."

Cui Jionghuan thought that the old man felt that he was getting old.

"During the time I...was sick...do you know...how many times did Xilie...visit me?"

"several times?"

Everyone looked at him and asked.

"Twice... my son... came to the hospital...to see me twice when I was sick."

As the old man said, he actually smiled.

"Teacher, don't be angry, please keep calm."

Li Xiyou persuaded immediately.

"I'm not angry." The old man took a deep breath and said, "On the contrary...Wenhua...he has been by my side...a month...at most twice...not in the hospital with me."

(End of this chapter)