Rookie Employee Kim Cheolsu Chapter 17

Jang Yu-mi woke up to the sound of the alarm.

The sun had risen at its peak and sunlight came through the window.

I stretched and yawned, rubbed my eyes that wouldn’t even open, and fumbled with my hand to open the cell phone that was sitting next to the bed.

7:10.

I went out to the living room, but my father, Jang Go-dong, was not there.

Even without a weekend, she went out to do business early in the morning, and even Jang Yu-mi could not keep up with her diligence.

As always, the table was set on a weekend morning. When I lifted the tablecloth, there was a table set.

After eating, Yumi Jang finished washing the dishes and tidying up her room, washed up, and headed to work.

I couldn’t do anything else during the weekdays because I was busy with work, and I thought that if I wanted to at least follow in Kim Cheol-soo’s footsteps, I had to go out and study on my off weekends.

When I arrived at the company, the lights in Sales Team 5 were on, and when I sneaked over there, I found the bag that Cheolsu Kim always carried, and the desk was cluttered with materials.

He probably went to work early.

‘also. There is something different about Cheolsu. ‘I also have to go to work every weekend and work hard.’

Jang Yu-mi felt hungry after concentrating for about two hours and planned to have a sandwich for lunch at the cafe on the first floor. As she was eating her sandwich and looking out the window, she saw Kim Cheol-soo walking down the opposite lane of the road, talking to a woman he had never seen before.

‘Oh, you’re my girlfriend.’

Although it was far away, the person next to Kim Cheol-soo was dressed in fashionable and sensuous clothes, as if he had just stepped out of a fashion show on Broadway.

The hanger was good enough to wear a white dress and a jacket with diagonal red and black lines.

I took a bite of the sandwich as I watched them wave and part ways at the traffic light on the other side.

Although I did think that a person like that wouldn’t have a girlfriend.

The luxury bag you really wanted is on sale for 90% off, but it feels like the only thing left is taken away right before your nose?

Jang Yu-mi shook her head and tried to shake off her thoughts, but her persistent competitive spirit reared its head.

Jang Yu-mi, who had been ignored by other children because she was at the bottom of her class in her first year of middle school, ranked first in the final grades of the second semester, as if to show for it. From then on, she was persistent in whatever she did, and she won the prize, and she came in first place.

‘I can’t give up already.’

Jang Yu-mi, who swallowed the half of her sandwich in one mouthful, ordered two iced Americanos and went up to the office.

There were only Kim Cheol-soo and Jang Yu-mi in the large office, and Jang Yu-mi went straight to Kim Cheol-soo’s seat with coffee in hand.

After brushing his teeth and sitting down, Kim Cheol-soo, who was busy checking the progress of his work, checking e-mail, and understanding the local situation in Kenya, did not notice at all that Jang Yu-mi, holding a cup of coffee, was watching in front of him.

“Mr. Cheolsu?”

Then, when Jang Yu-mi spoke, he quickly raised his head.

“Uh, Yumi?”

“There was a bag at my seat, so I bought it after lunch just in case. Eat and cheer up.”

“thank you. “I just keep getting more and more.”

“Then let’s have a meal later.”

“ah. yes. “Of course.”

Jang Yu-mi turned to Kim Cheol-soo’s answer and smiled as she walked away.

Kim Cheol-su thought as he looked at Jang Yu-mi’s back.

A cup of coffee costs 1,500 won.

At least 5,000 won per meal.

‘You know how to do business.’

**

Sunday morning.

As I was about to go out the door carrying a large suitcase that reached up to my waist, Jinsook Yoon called Cheolsu Kim and stopped him.

“When I found out, I heard that when I go to other countries, I think of Korean food.”

Kim Cheol-su pointed to the wrapping cloth in Yoon Jin-sook’s hand and asked.

“What is this?”

“It’s a bowl of homemade soybean paste and red pepper paste.”

Excluding the time spent on the plane, he only stayed for two days, so there was no way he could think of soybean paste or red pepper paste, but since his mother had personally prepared it for him on a busy morning, Kim Cheol-soo opened his suitcase without a second thought.

“What kind of bullshit is this?”

“I want to eat there.”

Jinsook Yoon put a bowl in the empty space of her suitcase filled with fried rice.

“Even though it’s our son. “It’s so unique.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“Go quickly. “If you miss your flight, you’ll be in big trouble.”

“huh.”

I took a flight from Incheon International Airport to Hong Kong, passed through Madrid, Spain, and arrived at Jomo Kenyatta International Airport in Nairobi, Kenya.

From around 2010, when development in Africa began in earnest, there were direct flights from Korea to Nairobi, the capital of Kenya, but in those days when there was little interest in Africa, you had to transit through several airports.

At Jomo Kenyatta Airport, security guards carrying rifles scanned passengers with fierce eyes.

Kim Cheol-soo, who knew that he was often taken away and interrogated if he sensed anything strange, smiled calmly even when he made eye contact with them and passed it off without a hitch.

Kim Cheol-soo, standing in front of the immigration checkpoint, inserted a $10 bill into his passport and submitted it to the inspector.

A fat, large black man who was checking visas and immigration documents opened his passport and smiled, showing his white teeth when he saw a $10 bill.

Then, Kim Cheol-soo immediately returned the passport and documents he submitted and said,

“pass!”

Kim Cheol-soo, who wanted to get out quickly and take a nap at the hotel due to the 22-hour flight time and accumulated fatigue, wanted to quickly retrieve his luggage, but was only able to retrieve it after waiting for nearly an hour. As I went out of the airport with my suitcase in tow, someone shouted loudly.

“Mr. Kim Cheol-soo.”

Kim Cheol-soo spotted a tall black man waving his hands in the distance and headed towards him.

“hello. “This is Kennedy.”

Kennedy first greeted me in fairly clear Korean.

Although he was close to 2 meters tall, he was bending down for fear of making Kim Cheol-soo uncomfortable. He was a very impressive man with a simple look and sad eyes.

“This is Kim Cheol-soo from Hanyoung General Trading Company.”

“nice to meet you. “Can I do it in English?”

“of course.”

“I was asked to do it by Mr. Gong. Please guide me until I get there.”

“thank you. Kennedy. “I will pay you a generous fee for guiding, so please be kind to me.”

Kennedy smiled brightly when he heard that he was being paid generously.

“come here. You have to go by car. It will take about 5 hours to reach Mombasa. Were you tired coming from Korea? “Give me your luggage.”

Despite the dissuasion that it was okay, Kennedy took the bag from Kim Cheol-soo and took the lead.

Kennedy opened the trunk of the Volkswagen Golf, which looked like an old car that might have been produced in the 1980s, and pushed the luggage into it, while Kim Cheol-soo sat in the passenger seat.

The scorching heat made it hard to breathe, but the air conditioner wasn’t working, so I opened the window.

Kennedy said as he sat in the driver’s seat after loading his luggage.

“It’s hot, but just hold on until we get out of the city. “If you leave the window open, there are guys pointing guns at you.”

Then he closed the window again.

Kim Cheol-soo nodded with a pale complexion.

“Okay then, let’s leave. “A precious guest from Korea.”

This taste is why I go on business trips.

Lee Jun-hak went to an amusement park with his family for a 2-day, 1-night trip for the first time in a long time.

It’s been a long time since I saw Jihoon, who is 3 years old this year, so excited.

Since I was young, I couldn’t go on many rides, but I tried to ride everything I could.

Lee Jun-hak took the camera and captured Ji-hoon running around in a garden full of yellow tulips, and also captured Hye-young sitting at the fountain and begging for a quick snack.

When we go out to play, my father is always a photographer.

Lee Jun-hak, who had a bucket of popcorn tied around his neck, said to Jang Hye-young while making eye contact with Ji-hoon, who was a model on a small chair to draw a caricature.

“Jihoon really likes it.”

“huh. “It’s been a while.”

“How long has it been?”

“It’s been over a year. “Because my brother was too busy.”

“Has it been that long?”

That’s what he said, but Lee Jun-hak also knew.

As work at work took priority, it was inevitable that I would neglect my family.

“huh. “Can I be appointed as an expatriate this time?”

“Jihoon has to go to school next year, so wouldn’t it be better for him to stay in Korea?”

Jang Hye-young sighed briefly at Lee Jun-hak’s words.

“For Jihoon to be raised well, a foreign country is better than Korea. How well would salaried workers like us raise our children? “It would be better to go abroad, where you can succeed as long as you have the skills.”

Lee Jun-hak had talked to Jang Hye-young several times about this, and he knew how firm her thoughts were.

“My brother always comes home to sleep because he has company dinners, drinks, etc. If I were to work as an expatriate, I would have more time. “I can hang out with Jihoon often.”

Hyeyoung Jang expressed her thoughts, and Junhak Lee sighed inwardly.

My wife wasn’t wrong.

As I entered college with useless knowledge in that stuffy classroom and entered the company with good grades, it was an even more stuffy place.

When Jihoon was born and he held the child for the first time, Lee Junhak made a decision.

He said he would create a good future for his child.

From then on, I started running toward the top.

As Lee Jun-hak was lost in thought, Jang Hye-young continued.

“If we can’t become an expatriate, let’s send Jihoon to study abroad. Seohee from Building 201 also went to America. I also went to Kookjin’s in building 402. Even though they make less money than us, they send their children abroad to study. “Is there anything we can’t do?”

What Hyeyoung Jang said was correct.

Even though the child likes it so much, the father is too busy to play with it.

Jihoon’s drawings from kindergarten included his mother’s face and the facial expressions of his dog, Podol, but his own drawings were always of the back leaving the door.

None of the pictures the child drew included his father’s face.

Time will be even more scarce in the future.

As Hye-young said, wouldn’t it be better to provide proper education in an advanced country?

After much thought, Lee Jun-hak opened his mouth.

“Let’s think about it. “First, I will see if I can go as an expatriate.”

Hyeyoung Jang wrapped her arms around Junhak Lee, who was open to her opinion.

“thank you. brother.”

The winter sun in Kenya in May in the southern hemisphere was still hot, but the air in the car cooled slightly as the sun was obscured by clouds.

Only then did Kim Cheol-soo, finally able to breathe, open his mouth.

“It’s a huge traffic jam.”

There were so many cars on the narrow road that it couldn’t be compared to the traffic congestion in Seoul, and the pace was so slow that it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that walking would be faster.

Kennedy said as if he was surprised by Kim Cheol-soo’s words.

“It’s daytime now, so do less. “In the evening, when I’m driving, I turn off the engine, take a nap, and wake up, it’s still there.”

“Wouldn’t it be faster to go out and walk?”

“Of course, you can go very quickly to heaven.”

After saying that, Kennedy pointed to Kim Cheol-soo’s suit with one hand, grinned, and continued.

“Kim. If you go out dressed like that, you will be a target for highway robbers. So, do you want to buy the clothes I have?”

Kim Cheol-soo also smiled once and asked.

“Are you a komek-san (bag seller)?”

At Kim Cheol-soo’s words, Kennedy shook his head as if he knew what he was saying.

“oh! I know. “It’s my main job.”

Commeksang are bundle sellers who sell smuggled goods.

They usually carry large suitcases and sell all kinds of miscellaneous items, but in Africa, where security is poor, they play a major role in providing goods to the local area.

Comek merchants were protected by the region because they had relationships with local officials and those in power and made periodic payments.

‘uh? ‘It’s perfect.’

“Then shall we see?”

At Kim Cheol-soo’s words, Kennedy smiled innocently, laid back his chair, took out a suitcase from the back storage room, placed it on his thigh, and immediately opened the suitcase.

“Uh, are you driving?”

“are you okay. “You can do it without looking.”

Kennedy said confidently.

The items in his suitcase were indeed T-shirts and pants in very primary colors that can be found in Africa.

When wearing them in Korea, they were colors that even people rushing to the bathroom would stop and look at at least once, but I chose one pair for my top and bottom.

“Good insight. Kim. “I think your aesthetic sense is very great.”

Kennedy praised Kim Cheol-soo, and Kim Cheol-soo nodded with a pleasant expression.

“How much is it?”

“Give me $5 each.”

Since the average cost of living for an average household in Kenya is $150, $10 is a fairly large amount.

However, Kim Cheol-soo, who wanted to sell rice cake machines to Kenya, thought it was worth paying more to Kennedy.

Immediately after taking out $10 from his wallet and giving it to him, Kennedy closed one eye and lightly hugged Kim Cheol-soo.

“As expected, you are a precious guest.”

‘I’ll give you water.’

“Is it possible to exchange money for Kenyan shillings?”

“of course. “But I can’t do much.”

“Is it possible for about 20 dollars?”

Kim Cheol-soo has already looked at the exchange rate of the shilling, Kenya’s currency.

It’s 0.1 cent to 1 shilling, so I was planning to see how much Kennedy would exchange.

Kennedy saw Kim Cheol-soo’s expression become more serious than before.

Kennedy, now 41 years old, has presented the Comec Award for 18 years.

So, when trading, I was able to predict the situation by looking at the other person’s facial expressions, and I was quick to notice.

After finding out that he was a Commek merchant, he gave me a $1 t-shirt and pants for $10 without any negotiation.

Kennedy, who had dealt with many Koreans, had never seen anyone like this.

I was desperate to get even a penny off.

It was the first time in a long time that I had said that it was clean and good.

‘hmm. then.’

“The current exchange rate is 1,012 shillings to one dollar. I’ll exchange it for 950 shillings per dollar, including the currency exchange fee. “No matter which bank I go to, they won’t change it like this.”

Kim Cheol-soo was satisfied with Kennedy’s words.

‘Do you know how to understand the situation? I have a sense of humor. They must have been in business for a long time. Then, your network of acquaintances will be wide, right?’

“good!”

Cheolsu Kim received 19,000 shillings and handed over $20.

Kennedy took care of the money and subtly asked Kim Cheol-soo.

“Do you have anything to ask me?”

Kim Cheol-soo noticed that Kennedy was very quick-witted and nodded with a smile that made his mouth rip.

“huh.”

Kennedy smiled, showing his white teeth.

“Tell me anything.”

“I need to open my bag first.”

“aha! No problem.”

Kennedy turned off the car engine, laid the seat back fully, and dragged Cheolsu’s suitcase from the end with his long arms.

“You can open it there.”

“okay.”

Cheolsu opened his bag and took out a bag of fried rice.

Kenya’s staple food is ugali, a food made from ground corn and steamed, and has a taste similar to Korea’s Baeksulgi.

If Koreans’ staple food was rice, their staple food was corn.

“What is it?”

Kennedy blinked as if he were seeing something truly magical and pointed at the corn pops.

Cheolsu opened the bag of fried rice and gave Kennedy a handful of the contents inside.

“Try it.”

Kennedy put the fried rice on his hand into his mouth, chewed it, and exclaimed.

“and! it’s good!”

Kennedy asked, licking the fried residue left on his hand with his long tongue.

“what’s this?”

“It’s made from corn.”

“With corn? “You can make something like this?”

Kim Cheol-soo picked up a round puffed rice cake and said.

“This is one grain of corn. “It doesn’t spoil easily.”

Kennedy was lost in thought as he looked at a grain of fried rice that Cheolsu Kim had picked up.

When corn is ground into powder and steamed, it is a high-calorie food, but because a large amount of corn is used, the reality is that most Kenyan slums are starving until the next harvest season.

However, I was confident that if I could inflate one grain of corn to this large size, I would be able to fill my stomach to some extent during times of starvation.

“oh! good night. This is the best. “Can I have some more?”

“of course.”

Kim Cheol-soo opened the mouth of the bag wide so that Kennedy could eat as much as he wanted.

Kennedy began eating the sweet and savory fried rice cakes, counting how many he ate.

I must have eaten about 200 pills, but surprisingly I felt full.

‘200 grains is one corn. ‘Do you mean this level of satiety?’

Kennedy asked, looking at Kim Cheol-soo.

“Are you thinking of selling this?”

“I have no intention of selling this directly, but I want to sell the machine that makes it.”

Kennedy was slightly relieved when he realized that he had no room to interfere with the sound of a machine.

“It’s a shame.”

Kim Cheol-soo said while looking at Kennedy’s disappointed face.

“If the contract is successfully concluded and transactions become more active, we may need someone to work locally.”

Kennedy knew what that sound was like a ghost.

“Are you looking for an importer?”

“huh.”

“I’ll take a look. I think we’ll be good partners! yes? Kim?”

Kim Cheol-soo smiled and nodded at Kennedy’s hopeful words.

In Kenya, where the illiteracy rate is very high, it is not easy to find a trade partner who speaks English so well and is astute.

‘I should be thankful to Assistant Manager Gong. ‘I’ll buy you food when I get back.’

As I left the center of Nairobi, where traffic congestion was severe, I saw a road so wide that it was difficult to see a single car.

Only then did I open the window and a cool breeze blew through the inside of the car.

When the darkly tinted window was opened, the Kenya Day scenery caught Kim Cheol-soo’s eyes.

Black women wearing colorful clothes, carrying water jars on their heads, walking and chatting.

A huge tree standing alone in a low grassland.

Clouds embroidering the blue sky like a gradation in the open panorama.

And Kennedy, who chatters happily.

Kim Cheol-soo’s fatigue went away as he saw a watercolor-like landscape with nothing moving quickly.

A completely different departure from holding on to documents, numbers, and phone calls in the office.

He’s the guy that makes me want to keep doing business with him.

In grain trading, ‘loading port final conditions’ are usually used, which considers the quantity and quality at the loading port as the final.

This means that the seller will not be held responsible for any changes in quality or decrease in quantity that are discovered upon arrival at the unloading port.

So it must be confirmed before shipment.

Kim Cheol-soo checked the item at the Mombasa cargo dock container warehouse with a locally hired coffee taster.

There was nothing wrong with the coffee beans, but when I pointed out that there was a problem with the packaging method, the person in charge waved both hands and muttered in Swahili as if there was no problem at all.

Doing that even though you know how to speak English also means that you don’t want to listen to this request.

“What is he saying now?”

Kim Cheol-soo asked Kennedy next to him.

“They’ve been using this method so far and haven’t had any problems.”

If water got into the container, an accident could occur, so I asked them to repackage it and support the pallet at the bottom.

But they still waved their hands.

After a few scuffles, Kim Cheol-soo took out his cell phone that had the recording function activated and played the conversation they had just had.

“There is a transcript here, and if an accident occurs, this transcript will be important evidence.”

As Kim Cheol-soo made a firm threat, the person in charge began to get angry by babbling again in Swahili.

After arguing for about a minute, a loud noise was heard from somewhere.

“what’s the matter?”

As an Indian man wearing a yellow helmet came hurriedly towards us, the man who had been fighting with Kim Cheol-soo hesitated with an embarrassed look.

As soon as he saw Kim Cheol-soo, he shouted hello and asked.

“I’m Varun, the cargo manager.”

“nice to meet you. “This is Kim Cheol-soo of Hanyoung General Trading Company.”

“What’s the problem?”

“The packaging we requested was not delivered.”

“What are you talking about?”

Varun glared at the person in charge standing next to him and shouted loudly for him to open all the containers.

The workers were in a panic and opened all the containers, and Varun, who was looking inside, shouted and urged the workers for a while, then approached Cheolsu with a sad expression.

“I’m sorry Kim. Transparent vinyl and palettes are sold quite expensively in Kenya. It looks like the workers stole it. “I’ll pack it properly next time.”

‘under! Do you see these?’

Ridiculous things happen all the time during trading, but the current situation was a bit of a childish joke.

A situation where the person in charge of cargo and the person in charge of work are conspiring to steal plastic and pallets for personal gain?

If a novice boss had been here, he would have said ok amidst the threats of the rugged workers and the Indian man acting like an actor.

However, Kim Cheol-soo was a worn-out businessman, smiling leisurely and holding his cell phone as he spoke.

“The conversation we just had was recorded. The final terms and conditions of the port of loading are included in the letter of credit, but according to Appendix 2-7(a), if there is even a small problem with the cargo, a lawsuit can be filed based on this transcript. All you have to do is either package it properly or take responsibility for it later. For your information, this transcript will also be delivered to Yangseo Foods. I’m sure Yangseo Foods will find something to find fault with and try to lower the price, right? “If you’re not the head of the company, you’re going to be in trouble.”

With a stiff expression, Varun imagined the Lee Jun-hak he had seen last year.

‘I took it lightly because I was a beginner… He’s worse than that bastard, right? It would be difficult if there really was a transcript.’

He told me to wait a moment, talked to the person in charge of the work, and then came to Cheolsu Kim.

“Ah Okay. We’ll repackage it as you requested. But it will take some time.”

“It doesn’t matter how long it takes as long as the cargo is packaged safely.”

**

At 4 a.m., Kim Cheol-soo left the dock after capturing on a digital camera the container being safely loaded onto the ship and set sail.

Then he woke up Kennedy, who was sleeping soundly in the car.

Kennedy opened his eyes and said after confirming that it was dark night.

“Kim. For now, I have to sleep here until the sun rises. “Driving when it’s dark is suicidal.”

“okay.”

When Kennedy realized that most of the Koreans he met worked without even taking a break, he asked Kim Cheol-soo.

“Are Koreans really that diligent?”

“Everyone lives like this as they struggle to escape poverty.”

“Korea is a very rich country. What is there to struggle about in a country like that? “I would be happy if I just stayed still.”

Kennedy smiled happily.

It’s like a longing for something you don’t know.

Kennedy yawned, rubbing his sleepy eyes and spoke again.

“right. While Kim was in her dock, she came to visit some acquaintances in Mombasa. That person was very interested in that fungi. “An acquaintance of mine wants to talk to Kim at a dinner party.”

Kim Cheol-soo was in a good mood even though he was tired because of Kennedy’s active participation.

‘It’s Kenya’s party.’

“What does your acquaintance like?”

Kennedy grinned, showing his white teeth at Kim Cheol-soo’s answer.

“I know very well.”

**

– yes! manager. I checked the items and checked the packaging. We even put a seal sticker on it and confirmed that it was loaded onto a container ship and set sail. Yes.. Yes.. We have secured photos and recordings, but we do not have internet access, so we will send them to you by email as soon as we arrive at Abu Dhabi Airport. yes. Team leader… Yes. Thank you for your hard work.

After arriving at the hotel and reporting to team leader Ahn Jung-gyu, Kim Cheol-soo stretched out and rubbed his eyes around lunchtime, washed up, and had a quick lunch at the restaurant inside the hotel.

Then, I bought about 50 white envelopes and one large black envelope from the shop in the hotel, returned to the room, and packaged the puffed rice cakes in my suitcase little by little.

The last sight Kim Cheol-soo remembers of Mombasa, Kenya, was a tourist city with luxurious hotels, but the sight that caught his eye now was a row of shabby shantytowns and sparse buildings.

Considering that the construction site was not even visible, it was clear that this was before the development plan was established.

However, Mombasa was a city with a beautiful beach, and there were many Europeans looking for a rare travel destination.

Trucks loaded with coffee and green tea drove through the streets, and dark-skinned children flocked in droves, clinging to travelers like gnats.

Children who must have been around 6 to 9 years old shouted ‘gentleman’ and ‘lady’ and tried to sell the sculptures.

However, seasoned travelers who know that if you buy something for someone even once, the rest of the children will stick to it, ignored it, and first-time travelers ended up spending a lot of money buying things for their children.

Because the children’s expressions are so pitiful.

Azsha, who is 6 years old this year, was so small that she was pushed around by competing children.

Then I turned my eyes and looked around.

I was worried as I watched Kim Cheol-soo walking leisurely in shabby clothes, carrying a large black bag.

The white face made him look like a foreigner, but he didn’t look like he had a lot of money, and the large bag he was carrying in his hand looked exactly like a poop bag. (In Kenya’s slums, poop is put in a black bag.)

However, I gathered courage and approached Kim Cheol-soo.

“Gentleman!”

Azsha, whose eyes were particularly large, pulled on Kim Cheol-soo’s red pants while making a pitiful expression.

As Kim Cheol-soo lowered his gaze, Azsha held out the sculpture she was holding in her cute hand.

The only words Azsha knew how to say were gentleman, lady, and thank you, and Azsha was praying to God that Cheolsu Kim would understand her intentions.

Kim Cheol-su looked at Azsha, then crouched down and took out some white puffed rice cakes from a black bag and gave them to Azsha.

Azsha’s big eyes grew even wider as she saw white particles for the first time coming out of what she thought was a bag of poop.

Kim Cheol-soo put the fried rice in his hand and gurgled it, and Azsha, who saw this, also put the fried rice in her hand into her mouth.

And Azsha felt lightning strike in her head at the sweet and savory taste.

Azsha, who quickly ate the fried rice in her hand, turned her gaze to the black bag.

Kim Cheol-soo took out a bag of puffed rice and pointed to the small sculpture in the child’s hand, and Azsha shook her head loudly.

Azsha took out three more sculptures from her pocket, and Cheolsu Kim also took out three more bags.

A barter exchange that took place in an instant.

Azsha hugged four large bags of puffed rice with her small body and made an ecstatic expression as she repeatedly shouted thank you.

Children flocked to see the sight, and experienced travelers passed by Kim Cheol-su, shaking their heads.

Looking at the pieces the children brought out, they were extremely elaborate to be considered children’s workmanship.

Since we saw in the data that Kenyans make and wear all their jewelry with their own hands, we were able to determine that these were children with families.

You will eat the fried rice cakes like that with your family, and you will get to know the taste of fried rice cakes.

A small number of people may eat it, but word of mouth travels as fast as the Internet, so the puffed rice cakes served have served their purpose and are gone.

When Kim Cheol-soo exchanged all the puffed rice cakes he brought for sculptures and waved the empty black bag, the children who could not exchange it turned away with a look of disappointment.

Kim Cheol-soo, free from the harassment of gnats, leisurely admired the sculpture in his hand and scanned the streets with the eyes of a businessman.

fantasy, modern,