Me who fears women travels with beautiful girls

Chapter 93 18, Seoul

Although Kowloon District is dilapidated and dilapidated, it is the most dilapidated place Song Wenbin has ever lived in, but it is strange that he feels a peace of mind that he has never had since coming to Seoul.

Pu Yantong, who met by chance, never mentioned to him about letting him leave. Song Wenbin wanted to hand over his money to him, but he also refused.Not only did Pu Yantong not charge him money, on the contrary, he would cook noodles for Song Wenbin every day. Although it was just plain noodles mixed with miso, it was enough for Song Wenbin to feel warm.

Song Wenbin didn't know what Pu Yantong's job was. He had never seen Pu Yantong work, nor had he ever been troubled by his work. He just hung out with a group of younger brothers every day, drinking, smoking, bragging, or sitting around on motorcycles. He kept tinkering around, or begged him to tell him something about China.Every time Song Wenbin talked to him, he listened very attentively, as if he really flew to the land of China following his words.

On this day, Song Wenbin took care of his fingers.

He planned to say goodbye to Pu Yantong and continue to look for a job in the city.

Although he can continue to lie flat with Pu Yantong, he feels that this kind of free eating and drinking is sorry for Pu Yantong, and he doesn't look like a rich person.And he still has the idea that in case bitcoin plummets, he can use the money he earns from work to make up for the shortfall.

But on this day, Pu Yantong went out early. Song Wenbin didn't see Pu Yantong when he got up, so he started looking for him in Jiulong Village.

Jiulong Village is not big, covering a total area of ​​[-] hectares. Song Wenbin walked on those dilapidated dirt roads.Passing through the low shantytowns, there are some old people with hunched waists all around, constantly rummaging for something in the garbage dump.

After passing by a house with a dilapidated cross, Song Wenbin heard the sound of hallelujah from the house.

Song Wenbin went into the room and took a look. The room was only about fifty or sixty square meters, and there were many people crowded inside, singing Hallelujah around a platform, and a thin wooden coffin was placed in the middle of the platform.

And Pu Yantong himself was standing beside the coffin, holding a candle in his hand, singing non-stop.

Seeing that Pu Yantong was busy, Song Wenbin didn't say goodbye to him at this time, but just stood beside him silently.Watch him do things.

The brief ceremony did not last long.

Soon, a small truck drove over. After Pu Yantong and several young people carried the coffin onto the small truck, the small truck drove away with the coffin and several young people, and quickly disappeared on the bumpy dirt road. .

The people who sang Hallelujah scattered scattered around, most of them were old men and women, with calm faces facing life and death.

Pu Yantong didn't get into the truck, but just stood by the side of the road and watched the disappearing truck, with a sad expression on his face.

Song Wenbin handed him a cigarette, and after he took it and lit it, he asked, "Do you want to go shopping with me? I want to go to church."

"Okay, why not." Song Wenbin said.

So Pu Yantong took Song Wenbin to a very remote church. It was said to be a church, but it was actually a room behind a dilapidated canteen. The room was less than ten square meters, but it was full of people. There was a picture of Jesus on the wall. There were many people facing the wall, clenched their fists tightly, chanting prayers, and bumping their heads against the wall from time to time.

Pu Yantong stepped forward and began to bump his head against the wall.

Not long after, a priest in white turned out from behind the wall. He picked up the microphone and began to yell loudly: "My merciful heavenly father!! Send rain to your merciful believers!! Let them not suffer from hunger and suffering." Frozen!! Let them live richly...!!"

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"Our slogan is!!"

"Bronze wall and iron wall!!"

"Teacher of the King!!"

"Go ahead!!"

"Unstoppable!!"

In Zhongxi No. [-] Industrial Park, a group of security personnel held riot shields and followed behind Huo Yu, shouting slogans for the morning meeting loudly as they walked.

"Our purpose is!!"

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

"our target is!!"

"Catch the criminal!!"

"Maintain safety!!"

"Relax production!!"

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In front of the huge glass window at the top of Bena Tire, Kim Jae-yong watched the company's uniform steps downstairs, and couldn't help applauding and admiring the several white people beside him.

"The new supervisor is amazing."

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Jiangnan District.

Itaewon.

A black Mercedes slowly stopped in front of a huge three-story villa.

Su Tina, who was wearing a sun skirt, got out of the black Mercedes-Benz. Looking at the huge villa in front of her, she asked vigilantly, "What is this place?"

"This is the most famous cat cafe in Seoul. There is no better place to take photos than here." The photographers from SET company replied, and they followed Su Tina with their photographic equipment, snapping shots non-stop.

A week ago, Su Tina signed a contract with SET Company and officially became a model under SET Company.Since then, I have been walking on the road of patting every day, and I can't go back.

Although the life of shooting is boring every day, but thinking of the final 30 grand prize and the expressions on their faces after defeating Huo Yu and Song Wenbin, Su Tina is still working very hard.

A few more models, Yingying Yanyan, got off the Mercedes-Benz. They held Su Tina's hand and said with a smile, "Let's go, go and see, this cat cafe is very famous!"

Su Tina followed her colleague into the cat cafe.

Immediately, a meowing sound came over my face.

Spacious and soaring ceilings, beautiful mahogany floors, ornately decorated crystal lamps, as mentioned, there are countless meowing cats of different colors and breeds.

There are Blue Cat, British Shorthair, American Shorthair, Ragdoll, Siamese...

All the cats that can be imagined walk freely in the huge space covering an area of ​​[-] square meters on three floors.Dozens of waiters in beautiful meow dresses followed the cats, feeding them and shoveling their shit.

"Ah! It's so healing!!"

Su Tina's eyes lit up.

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The priest's prayer was finally over.

Although Song Wenbin couldn't understand Korean, he could understand that the priest took out the merit box after yelling, and those praying Koreans took out crumpled coins and stuffed them into the merit box.

Pu Yantong was no exception, and stuffed [-] Korean won into the merit box.

After stuffing the money, he said to Song Wenbin, "Let's go to the next game."

"There's another one?" Song Wenbin was surprised.

"of course."

So Pu Yantong brought Song Wenbin to a small temple on the hillside.Although the place is dilapidated, the incense in the temple is still flourishing.Believers who kowtow step by step are everywhere, as well as monks beating their bowls for alms.

Pu Yantong took Song Wenbin to kowtow to the Buddha statue, bought some sticks of incense and put them in front of the Buddha.

Although he had just finished worship in the Christian Church, from Pu Yantong's expression, he was serious.

After worshiping the Buddha, he took Song Wenbin to more than a dozen religious places, large and small.There are all kinds of religions, such as the Holy Sect, the Shincheonji Sect, the Almighty Sect, and the World Peace and Unification Family Federation.

Pu Yantong worshiped all religions and donated money.

Song Wenbin looked more and more unhappy.

Finally, when Pu Yantong took him to some Almighty God Church and Seventh-day Sabbath Adventist Church to donate money, he grabbed Pu Yantong who was stuffing money into the merit box.

Song Wenbin asked: "Why do you believe so much? Isn't one belief enough?"

"I don't know which spirit they are, so I might as well worship them all." Pu Yantong said.

"Do you have any wish to worship them?" Song Wenbin asked.

"I don't want to go on like this anymore..." Pu Yantong said in a low voice.

"how?"

"Dead in a slum, no one knows after death, just buried hastily." Pu Yantong said, his eyes turned red: "I don't want...don't want to stay in this place anymore..."

Looking at this peer who had been with him for more than a week, Song Wenbin fell silent.Unlike him, Pu Yantong didn't have a ticket to go back. For him, it was only a month to survive, but for Pu Yantong, it was decades.

He looked around at the believers who were addicted to this, pondered for a long time, and finally asked, "Hello, I'm Pu Yantong."

"what?"

"Are these guys legal?" he asked, pointing to the priest holding the merit box to collect money.

"Of course it's legal. In South Korea, anyone can start a religion as long as they allow it." Pu Yantong said as a matter of course: "Otherwise, how do you think they came from?"

"Hoho." Song Wenbin raised his eyebrows: "So you want to be a bottom class for the rest of your life?"

Hearing what he said, Pu Yantong was a little annoyed, and said, "How can someone want to be the bottom for a lifetime, no one wants to be the bottom, okay?"

"Since you don't want to be the bottom..."

Song Wenbin took out the Korean coin from Pu Yantong's hand, and said with a smile: "Why don't you write to me, how about it?"

(The next chapter must be read in groups)

(End of this chapter)