Poten

Minho sent the ball manager to meet with the PD first, then stopped by Starpeace's workshop to let them know the announcement had gone well.

“Deputy Chief? So I can't talk to you and not talk to you anymore? ”

“No, brother. It's just gonna get complicated. ”

Minho, holding the fountain pen for a moment, looked at the ideal.

“I want you to head up Starpeace's production division. ”

“Head of Production? What's that? ”

“I don't want to talk to the dean, but I want to be able to play music by myself. ”

In addition, Minho did not add this, although he was primarily in charge of music related practices that depend on the vice president's position. A wide footed ideal that many skilled musicians know about was also perfect as the next representative of Starpeace.

“Can I? ”

“Of course, I'm in charge. ”

“Not a surrogate? ”

“…… Yes. ”

I smiled at Minho's half-giving face.

“I've got work to do. ”

“Yes, I had a hard time presenting. ”

After saying goodbye, Minho stood in front of the elevator to go down to the first floor. Bello didn't deserve to park, so he decided to take a taxi and go there by himself.

Ding-dong.

The door opens. Minho sees a woman standing inside the elevator and stops. The appearance of the opponent wearing a mask, sunglasses, and hat and pretending to be ‘not a celebrity' was not unusual.

Minho's gaze was firmly caught by her fantastic figure, hidden from her face, but where she needed to come out and where she needed to go in.

"Huh?"

After that, I was used to the atmosphere, both physically and externally.

“Cows?”

After Minho asked, Oshora was furious and turned away.

“No, I'm not.”

Despite her low voice and avoiding her eyes, Idol expert Minho's sled of eyes was convinced and said, looking behind her.

“What are you doing? You don't think she's that wrapped up? ”

“Ugh.”

Oshora sighs deeply and grabs Minho's hand. While Minho was being dragged into the elevator, an employee across the hall said, "Wait a minute!” I ran. Osora says, "Take the next one, Mr. Hwang Cody.” I hit the close button.

“What's the matter? ”

“I'm going to take off my makeup and go home. I tried to sneak out, but I ran into him. ”

At noon, he was filming until morning. Plus, if you don't want to meet someone you know....

“Did you get a lot of snow? ”

“A lot.”

“You're so cute without your twin eyelids. Be confident.”

Minho, who was praising me with a tap on his shoulder, smiled in disgust as he felt Oshora's gaze over his sunglasses. She doesn't usually want to show Cinel, but if she looks tired, she can hide it.

“Youth journal must have ended last night. And there was another schedule? ”

“A follow-up music video. ”

“All night?”

Oshora's movements, nodding his head up and down, seem powerless.

“You've been through a lot. ”

“But the second day was simple because of you. Mr. Dojin took the liberty of accepting a pass and opened his mouth and said," Hold Minho! ’It wasn't like this. ”

“I worked hard not to do that. ”

Minho smiled brightly. Oshora smiled at me.

“Where are you going? ”

“Insadong.”

“Are you filming there? ”

“No, it's personal. ”

Osora, who was heading for the underground parking lot, stopped on the first floor and asked Minho.

“Our place is near Jongno. Do you need a ride? ”

“Should I?”

Minho was startled as soon as the back door of the van on the funkyline was opened, the group of female idols. It was because everyone else was passed out in the chair.

“Oh, my God, these guys. ”

After getting in the van, Osora quickly put her mask on Min Si-young's face while he was sleeping with his mouth open. The civil servant mumbled and shook his head.

“Phew. That's awkward. ”

“If you're not going to get up, just go to sleep. Don't be embarrassed later. ”

“Mmmm, mmm!”

Citizens fell into a deep sleep again. Oshora's movements did not end here. I quickly put sunglasses and hats on two colleagues in the back and ended the temporary protection.

“Phew, come in. ”

Osora is grinning as if she was never like this. She sits in the middle, holding back her smile because her eyes were wide open and her eyes were puffy.

“It's okay. Idol's a person. I was trained by you, but that's enough... ”

“Brother.”

Ugh.

“Erase what you just saw from memory. ”

Despite the smoky makeup, Oshora's eyes were still alive. Minho turned her head, clearing her throat, because she became the eyes of the wildlife encountered at the zoo yesterday.

Osora took another pair of sunglasses out of her bag and put them on. Then he shouted to the car of the stylist parked next to him.

“Kumho! We're all here. Stop talking and come back! ”

Minho slowly watched Oshora's side as he waited for his manager to come. Looking closely, she was showing off her dry, flawless baby skin. The atmosphere was different enough to remind me of purity, not sexy, except for the body line that stimulated the depth below.

Is it because I see you often? ’

Minho shakes his head as he feels that Osora is quite cute and pretty.

Huff.

The driver's seat door of the van was opened.

“Sorry, sorry. Let's go."

Funkyline's manager, Lee Jin-ho, was a man with a livelihood. He wears a belt and sees Minho in the middle and opens his eyes wide.

“Who is this? Kang Minho was there.”

“Hello."

Minho greeted with a greeting and said, "I'm glad to see you too."

“Kumho, drop me off at the entrance of Insadong. ”

“Okay.”

The van departs, Lee Jin-ho looks at Min-ho in the rearview mirror.

“I've heard a lot about you from Sora. ”

“Talk?”

“You're a power that can't do anything. She collapsed during the commercial shoot, but she also said that Minho took good care of her at that time... ”

Don't talk about Osora! ’I shook my head with an intense willingness. Lee Jin-ho, who confirmed it with a rearview mirror, straightened out briefly because there was a risk of pinching the sides or hitting the back.

“... I said thank you. ”

“Oh, that. ”

Minho thought about what happened last time and turned to Oshora. Oshora, who held his fist and threatened to tell the manager to just drive, quickly lowered his arm.

Minho glanced at Osora's fingertips and asked.

“Are you eating well? Are your hands shaking or not? ”

“I take care of it now. ”

The van exited the parking lot and entered the side of the road.

Minho kept staring out his window at Oshora. Idol's day is growing in popularity and is digesting murderous schedules. It's never easy. But pretending to be strong and doing nothing was the same as before and now.

“Are you going to wake up tonight? Do you want to eat with me? Like protein crumbs and eels. ”

At Minho's unthinkable words, Oshora turns his head in horror.

“Alone?”

“Well, you two. ”

“That's ……. ”

Oshora, who was looking at the crazy members while sleeping, was about to raise his hand to his mouth and give a small answer.

“Kang Min-ho?! ”

Min Si-young opened her eyes in the back seat and was surprised to see Min-ho and yelled. Minho smiled and greeted the reacting citizen.

“Hi, I got it on the way. ”

“Brother! It's been a long time. ”

“Yes.”

He confirmed that he was wearing a mask and later realized that he was showing his embarrassed face without makeup in front of the man. Min Si-young said, "Queek!” With a scream, I covered my face with two hands.

The two people behind this commotion also opened their eyes.

“Hello! Are you Chae Kyung Won and Kim? ”

Minho only saw it a few times as he passed by, but waved his hand because he didn't give his full name to the other members. The two men behind him are surprised and shout.

“HMG!”

“Oh my, oh my. HMG is sitting next to Conch. ”

Minho looked at them with a look at 'HMG’. She turns to Oshora, she puts her sunglasses over her head and says, "Shut up! ’I found myself facing the back seat with a frightening look.

“What is HMG? ”

Lee Jin-ho, who was driving while singing a nostril, replied as if he did not answer Min-ho's question.

“Minho's initials are backwards. Conch wrote it down in the diary and found it calling it like Min-ho's nickname...... ”

Ugh.

“Quiet everyone! Now say something! ”

The roar of Oshora's cheeks turned red, and in a flash of time it became a winter kingdom. Only the cold wind blew away.

* * *

Streetside streets in Insadong.

“Thank you.”

Minho got out of the van and greeted his manager. Somehow, I waved to Osora who looked depressed.

“I'll call you later. Rest well.”

“Goodbye. ”

Following her blunt voice, other members of the funkyline greeted with a vigorous greeting.

“Goodbye, Minho! ”

“See you later! ”

Funkyline is gaining popularity with the concept of the Seine sisters. If you look closely, it was the green girls in the early 20s. And of course, they were great together, so it covered a lot of their footprint.

‘Let's take an idol van. You made it, me. ’

Minho smiled and stared at the crowded streets. Just as I searched, the ‘antiques of Seoul' were located on the edge of a dense gallery and antique shop.

Minho crossed the street where souvenir shops and restaurants are enjoyed, and arrived at an alleyway where few people go.

‘There he is.'

The facades are more rustic than modern shops. Minho quickly found out and walked away.

[Free Antique Consultation, High Cost Purchase]

Minho saw the inscription on the wooden plank at the entrance and pushed the door with high expectations.

Ta-da!

Minho's light wind blows in, and the landscape hanging from the ceiling is shaken with a clear sound.

“Welcome, sir! ”

The cashier greets Minho. Unlike the quiet streets inside, there were a lot of guests watching.

‘Surprisingly, many people have hobbies with antiques. ’

Minho soon began to look around like other guests.

A ceramic pottery with a natural color of glaze. Korean coins with a sense of tradition. to the Western paintings of the modern senses with the color of oil. Minho's eyes widened as she looked inside the store where the items of the time were neatly arranged on the shelf.

‘Hmm, I don't see any affections or artifacts. ’

It reminded me of a story that my grandfather and father had stopped by here and swept it all away in the last year.

Minho slowly looked inside the store to make sure there was no light. He stood still in an area filled with old iron tools from the Jell-O era.

‘What? Why on the floor... …. ’

There was a faint light on the wooden floor in the corner. I quickly approached and tapped the floor with my feet, and heard a void in the inner space.

Min-ho, who had a gut feeling that the inside was a love space, sat down and touched her hand. The light that had been on the floor disappeared as if it had been absorbed.

- The fundamentals of collecting are a habit of collecting anything, not discriminating between genres. It must be stacked and stacked so you can pretend to know what your opponent's tastes and types are.

The face of an old man who was buying paintings into Minho's head, taking pictures thoroughly, and devoting his care to making data about the author touched him. It wasn't Yoo-hoon who runs this place, so I thought about it and remembered something else.

- Sir, I'll only buy what I need. that anyone can't wait to buy.

The image of Yoo-hoon's youth bouncing off a flagstone.

Minho realized that the love space was just the place of Yoo-hoon's teacher, and the last time I saw Yoo-hoon's affection was the size of a palm plate.

"First of all, did you find the two lovebirds? ’

He turned his head curiously, wondering what his abilities would be like in this space, and his gaze stayed on the bald man who was being persuaded by the clerk.

The clerk with the spiky iron case began to give a speech.

“This is a collector's item that cannot be calculated. You know Doctor Yoon Bong-gil, right? A lunchbox bomb. In 1932, there were 10 casks of steel that were brought into the country, all purchased by Independent fighters. This is one of them. This is something that doctor Yoon Bong-gil could have touched. ”

“Oops, oops. It's so precious? ”

“You're a regular, so I'll give you a special price. Give me 80 for a hundred. ”

The middle-aged man looked quite ferocious at the words of the clerk who appeared to be in his late twenties.

Minho kicked his tongue as the appraiser in that iron lunchbox popped into his head. It was used in '32, but it had no background. I only added a plausible story to the old lunchbox that rolled around at that time, but the stuff inside and outside 100,000 won ran eight times.

It was a moment when I felt my father's warning that I would not use a thump until my head was swollen.

“Think about it and answer it. ”

He left behind a middle-aged man who was considering whether to live or not, and approached Minho with a cheeky gaze.

“Are you looking for a bowl type? ”

In front of Minho, who was sitting on his hands on the floor, there was a bronze bowl full. Minho got up from his seat shaking his head.

“I was just looking. ”

“Anything else you're looking for? ”

Minho told the cashier, plucking the dust from his palms.

“I'm Kang Min-ho. I'm here to introduce you to Yoo-hoon Won. ”

Talking about Yoo-hoon Yoo-hoon, the shopkeeper's eyes changed.

“Wait a minute, my uncle went to the gallery in front of me. He said he'll be right back. ”

“Then I'll watch and wait a little longer. ”

“Can I help you? Everything in here is in my head. ”

A cashier who has become a friendly smile again in order to ignore his patrons. Minho further examined the ability of this love space and said.

“Here's a piece of gold. What's this?”

A golden splinter the size of a fingernail on a luxurious oak plank. Knowledge influenced by the love space was said to be the golden teeth used by the earliest signs of modernization.

“Oh, that! ”

The clerk approached Minho with a fig tree like a huge treasure.

“You'll be surprised. August 6th, 1945. You know Hiroshima's prime. It was worn by the bank chairman Hondo Nakato, who lived nearby at the time. His body was washed up by a radiation storm, and this was all that was left. ”

Minho looks baffled, but the clerk does not mind carrying a portable radiometer and entering the gold piece. After confirming that the radiation levels are different with a hissing sound, the horse said.

“See? It's the gold teeth that survived the nuclear blast. You just need to add one large item to the original gold price. ”

A piece of gold that historically researched prosthetic technology in the '40s and' 50s. Of course, it was not worth the premium of one million won, but the clerk went into the art of attracting customers by adding extraordinary credibility to it.

“Would you like to take a look at this? ”

Even though Minho made a shivering face, the clerk did not mind pointing to the old pistol next to him. I also heard that the midline doctor was stubborn enough to use it as a double-barrel, giving it to the gunpowder at that time.

‘I'll cut my nose open. ’

I sell it to someone who would buy it by adding a compelling story to the item. Minho realizes this resemblance to one of the skills of the owners of the love space and asks the clerk.

“Do you have a teacher? ”

“Do you know Kim Il-ryong? ”

“I've never seen you before, but I've heard of you. ”

As soon as Minho heard the name Kim Il-ryong, she looked at the love space. It seemed like there was a high value item there.

Meanwhile, a bald man who was thinking about a metal lunchbox approached.

“I'll buy this. ”

“Excellent choice. I'll get the receipt, so wait a minute. ”

The clerk moves toward the register.

While I don't want to brag about selling other goods, Minho said that she didn't want the attitude of the clerk who was trying to frame her too.

“At that time, the interim government was in Shanghai, and the supplies were all supplied by China. It wouldn't have anything to do with Yoon Bong-gil, regardless of whether the lunch box was rolling around in the country. ”

The bald man stared at Minho with a stupefied expression.

“If you want to check out the box manufacturing technology of Japan in the 1930s, you can buy it for a lot of money, but it's worth about KRW 100,000. ”

The bald man puts the metal lunchbox on the shelf and comes right up to the counter and yells at the cashier. As the fish that had caught all the fish dragged their tongues out and disappeared, the shopkeeper came to me in a bewildered state.

“Sir, if you say so.... ”

“Did I say something wrong? ”

Minho asked. The clerk who realized he wasn't an easy customer became deaf with honey.

“Nuclear teeth. Twin pistols in the midline. Is there anything else in there that doesn't make sense? I just want to buy it. Don't worry about the price, talk about it. ”

“What you're looking for won't be here. Ghosts aren't even in the cellar yet. ”

A cashier turns his head to the voice behind his back.

“Uncle!”

A formal suit. A man who looks ordinary but lively and energetic. A so-called psychic pokes at the guy.

“Uncle, he's finished one of his regulars. Who's there?"

“Stupid. You're getting beaten up. He's been trading with the teachers for generations. ”

“Ze, really? ”

Yoo-hoon, who pushed open his mouth to one side, approached Min-ho and laughed.

“I see you've found something for Yoon Hwan. ”

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On the other hand, I can't finish it, so I'll do two Wednesdays.