Rebirth I Am a Chaebol In Korea

　　 The breeze of March passed by Zhou Wenhai’s face, saying that everything is revived in March in the spring of spring, but today’s Seoul has a sudden drop in temperature, and there are even snowflakes floating in the sky.

　　 At five o'clock in the morning, Zhou Wenhai had asked Park Sunwoo to drive him to wait outside the apartment where Zheng Yoona was.

　　 Yesterday, he invited Zheng Youna to go to Gimhae City together in the name of an outing.

　　 Not long after, Zheng Youna walked out listlessly and yawned.

　　 "Yona xi, here."

　　 Zhou Wenhai pressed the car window and said to her.

　　 As soon as she saw Zhou Wenhai, Zheng Youna's face was immediately covered with a smile, and she ran all the way into the car.

　　 The car drove onto the highway, and Liu Zongxiu and Han Dongsoo also drove behind.

　　 Zheng Youna yawned several times, and she wanted to sleep on Zhou Wenhai's shoulder.

　　 "Yona xi, if you are sleepy, use this to sleep for a while."

　　 Zhou Wenhai took out the pillow he had prepared in advance.

　　 "Can't you take your shoulders and lean on me."

　　 Zheng Youna, who became angry, complained in plain language.

　　 "I have frozen shoulder."

　　 Gimhae City, Gyeongsangnam-do

　　 It was close to nine o'clock in the morning when he entered the territory of Jinhai City. Zhou Xingmao told Zhou Wenhai that Mr. Wen was entering Fengxia Village in Yongyi at the moment.

　　Into Yongyi Bangxia Village is the hometown of President Roh Moo-hyun, where he built a private house during his lifetime, and spent the last moments of his life here.

　　 It seems that Mr. Wen is here to mourn his deceased.

　　 "Wenhaixi, what are we doing here?"

　　 Get off at Fengxia Village, Zheng Youna can't understand why Zhou Wenhai wants to bring her here.

　　 "I'll come here to do things first, and we will go to Busan after we're done."

　　 Gimhae city is very close to Busan, Zhou Wenhai plans to visit Busan after meeting with Mr. Wen.

　　 "What are you going to play in Busan?"

　　 "In such a cold day, of course I went to a hot spring."

"OK."

　　 Zheng Youna smiled knowingly, she thought Zhou Wenhai would spend a good night with her tonight.

　　 Zhou Wenhai asked Park Sunwoo to accompany Zheng Yoona around, and he walked towards Roh Moo-hyun's house alone.

　　House is a low-rise house built with soil and trees, with an area of ​​4261.1 square meters.

　　 A young man in a suit and leather shoes standing at the door stopped Zhou Wenhai, "This is a private residence, please leave."

　　 "I came here by invitation."

　　 Zhou Wenhai explained to him.

　　 "Who invited you here?"

　　 "Zhou Xingmao."

"please wait."

　　 The young man turned and entered the courtyard. After a while, Zhou Xingmao and the man walked out.

"come in."

　　 Although Zhou Xingmao's introduction of Zhou Wenhai to Mr. Wen has been approved by Mr. Wen, he was persecuted by Zhou Wuyi, not out of his own will.

　　 Following Zhou Xingmao into the courtyard, Zhou Wenhai looked around at the private residence of President Roh Moo-hyun. The architectural style is indeed quite North Korean.

　　 "Sir, he's still at Owl Rock, please wait here."

　　 Zhou Xingmao asked Zhou Wenhai to wait in the study.

　　 After people poured a cup of tea for Zhou Wenhai, Zhou Xingmao walked out of the study.

　　 There are many books from President Roh Moo-hyun’s life in the study room, and brushes, rice paper, ink and inkstones are also placed on the desk.

　　 On the wall behind the desk, there are four large characters written in Chinese characters ‘hardworking and patriotic’.

　　 In his previous life, from elementary school to middle school, Zhou Wenhai was forced to learn calligraphy by his mother who was a Chinese teacher. He looked at the writing on the wall and couldn't help shaking his head.

"That's it?"

　　 It has been a long time since Zhou Wenhai's hands were itchy, and he walked to the desk without thinking about it.

　　 I added some water to the inkstone, then rubbed the ink. After finishing the ink, Zhou Wenhai spread out the rice paper and picked up the brush.

　　 What should I write?

　　 After thinking for a while, Zhou Wenhai started to write. As soon as he wrote a horizontal line, Zhou Xingmao and Mr. Wen walked in.

　　 "Zhou Wenhai, what are you doing? Who made you mess with things here?"

　　 Zhou Xingmao hurried over to stop.

　　 "I'm sorry, I saw the four treasures of the study here, and I couldn't control it when my hands were itchy."

　　 Zhou Wenhai recognized Mr. Wen at a glance, and he bowed and apologized to him.

　　Mr. Wen laughed loudly, "Xingmao, it's okay."

　　 Putting down the brush in his hand, Zhou Wenhai came to the guest seat to sit down properly.

Mr. 　　 Wen was sitting in the main seat. It was a bit cold, so he rubbed his hands.

　　 "Wenhaixi, can you use a brush?"

　　 The young man in front of him is only in his early 20s, and Mr. Wen really did not expect him to use a brush.

　　 "Yes, I have practiced Chinese calligraphy since I was young."

　　 "Do you still write Chinese characters?"

"Yes."

Hahaha……

　　 "Then you can write it to me, please?"

　　Mr. Wen came to be interested, he asked Zhou Wenhai to show his skills.

"Yes."

　　 Zhou Wenhai got up and walked to the desk again. He glanced at Mr. Wen and then started writing.

　　 Two minutes later, Zhou Wenhai stopped writing, "Sir, I have finished writing."

　　Mr. Wen walked slowly, he lifted his glasses, and after reading Zhou Wenhai's words, he looked at Zhou Wenhai with incredible eyes.

　　 "How did you know this sentence?"

　　Mr. Wen is a knowledgeable Korean of the older generation. He knows the Chinese characters written by Zhou Wenhai.

　　 "This sentence was sent out by me temporarily, and I came up with it myself."

　　 After hearing Zhou Wenhai's answer, Mr. Wen smiled and looked at Zhou Wenhai~www.readwn.com~ There was a trace of relief in his eyes.

　　 "Uncle Xingmao, don't you know these words."

　　 Zhou Wenhai saw Zhou Xingmao look dazed, he laughed.

　　 "Sir, what does this sentence mean?"

　　 Zhou Xingmao asked Mr. Wen.

　　 "I wish to reunite with you for the river."

　　 Zhou Wenhai answered Mr. Wen in Chinese.

"What's the meaning?"

　　 Zhou Xingmao did not understand.

　　 "It means to be willing to be the river water into the sea and meet the old man again."

　　 Zhou Wenhai roughly explained Zhou Xingmao in Korean. Mr. Wen stood alone in front of the study room, and he looked into the distance.

　　 "River water, sea? What are you talking about."

　　 Zhou Xingmao still doesn't understand.

　　 "Wenhaixi, can you give me this character?"

　　 Wen was very interested in this sentence written by Zhou Wenhai, which was also expected by Zhou Wenhai.

　　 "Yes, of course, but I have one condition."

　　 Zhou Wenhai said with a smile.

　　 "Zhou Wenhai......"

　　 Hearing Zhou Wenhai and Mr. Wen talking about terms, Zhou Xingmao was suddenly angry, but he was interrupted by Mr. Wen as soon as he spoke.

　　 "Wenhaixi, what are your conditions?"

　　 "Sir, please don't say honorifics to me anymore. You are older than my parents. If you speak honorifics to me, I really can't bear it."

Hahaha……

　　Mr. Wen was amused by Zhou Wenhai's words, "Well, then I won't say honorifics to you."

　　 Zhou Xingmao collected Zhou Wenhai's handwriting for Mr. Wen, and they went into the wing just south to discuss business matters.

　　 "Let's talk about it, what on earth do you want to see me for."

Mr. 　　 Wen asked while warming up.