Although the Kowloon District is dilapidated and is the shabbiest place Song Wenbin has ever lived in, strangely, he feels a sense of peace here that he has never felt since he came to Seoul.
Pu Yantong, who met by chance, never mentioned to him about letting him leave. Song Wenbin wanted to give him the money he had, but he also refused. Not only did Pu Yantong not charge him, but he would cook noodles for Song Wenbin every day. Although it was just ordinary miso noodles, 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 or worry about his work. He just wandered around with a group of boys every day, either drinking, smoking and bragging, or hanging around on motorcycles. While tinkering, or begging him to tell some stories about China. Every time Song Wenbin talked to him, he listened very attentively, as if he really followed his words and flew to the land of China.
On this day, Song Wenbin healed his fingers.
He planned to say goodbye to Pu Yantong and continue to look for work in the city.
Although he could continue to live peacefully with Pu Yantong, he felt that he was sorry for Pu Yantong's free eating and drinking, and he did not seem to be a wealthy person. And he still has the idea that if Bitcoin plummets, he can use the money he earns from work to make up for the shortfall.
But that day, Pu Yantong went out early. Song Wenbin got up but didn't see Pu Yantong, so he started looking for him in Jiulong Village.
Jiulong Village is not big, covering a total area of 30 hectares. Song Wenbin walked along the dilapidated dirt roads. Passing through those low shacks, there were some hunched-over old people around, constantly rummaging through the garbage.
After passing a house with a dilapidated cross, Song Wenbin heard the sound of hallelujah coming from the house.
Song Wenbin entered the room and took a look. The room was only about fifty or sixty square feet. There were many people crowded inside, singing Hallelujah around a stage. There was a thin wooden coffin in the middle of the stage.
Pu Yantong himself stood beside the coffin, holding a candle in his hand and singing non-stop.
Seeing that Pu Yantong was busy, Song Wenbin didn't mention farewell to him at this time, but just stood beside him silently. Watch him do the work.
The brief ceremony did not last long.
Soon, a small truck drove over. After Pu Yantong and a few young people carried the coffin into the small truck, the small truck took the coffin and several young people and drove away, quickly disappearing on the bumpy dirt road. .
The people around who were singing Hallelujah dispersed sparsely. Most of them were old men and women, and their expressions were very calm when facing life and death.
Pu Yantong did not get into the truck, but stood on the side of the road looking at the disappearing truck with a sad expression.
Song Wenbin handed him a cigarette. He took it and lit it and asked, "Do you want to go shopping nearby with me? I want to go for a week."
"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 in fact it was just a room behind a shabby canteen. The room was less than ten square meters, but it was packed with people. There was a picture of Jesus on the wall. There were many people inside facing the wall, clenching their fists tightly, chanting prayers, and touching the wall with their heads from time to time.
Pu Yantong stepped forward and began to bump his head against the wall.
Not long after, a priest in white clothes came out from behind the wall. He picked up the microphone and started shouting loudly: "Merciful Heavenly Father!
Send rain to your merciful followers!
Save them from hunger and cold!
Let them live a prosperous life...!
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"Our slogan is!
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"Iron wall!
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“Master of the King!
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“Go forward with courage!
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"Unstoppable!
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In Zhongxi No. 1 Industrial Park, a group of security personnel held riot shields and followed Huo Yu, shouting morning rally slogans loudly as they walked.
"Our purpose is!
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"Safety!"
"Safety!"
"Safety!"
"our target is!
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"Catch the culprit!
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“Keep it safe!
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“Production with confidence!
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In front of the huge glass window on the high floor of Bena Tire, Kim Jae-yong looked at the uniform pace downstairs of the company, and couldn't help but applaud and admire in unison with the few white people beside him.
"The new supervisor is awesome."
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Jiangnan District.
Itaewon.
A black Mercedes-Benz parked slowly in front of a huge three-story villa.
Sutina, who was wearing a sunny skirt, got out of the black Mercedes-Benz. She looked at the huge villa in front of her and asked alertly: "What is this place?"
"This is the most famous cat cafe in Seoul. There is no place more suitable for taking photos than here." The photographers from the set company replied. They followed Sutina with photography equipment and kept taking pictures. .
A week ago, Sutina signed a contract with Set Company and officially became a model under Set Company. From then on, I walked on the road of taking pictures every day and never returned.
Although the life of taking pictures every day was boring, Su Tina still worked very hard when thinking about the final three hundred thousand grand prize and the expressions on their faces after defeating Huo Yu and Song Wenbin.
Several more models got out of the Mercedes-Benz in a hurry. They held Sutina's hand and said with a giggle: "Let's go and have a look. This cat cafe is very famous!"
Sutina followed her colleagues into the cat cafe.
Suddenly, a meow came to my face.
Spacious and high ceilings, beautiful mahogany floors, gorgeously decorated crystal lamps, and, of course, countless meowing cats of various colors.
There are blue cats, British shorthair, American shorthair, puppets, Siamese...
All the cats imaginable are walking around freely in the huge space of 600 square meters covering three floors. Dozens of waiters wearing beautiful meow skirts followed the cats to serve them, helping them feed them and scoop their poop.
"Ah! It's so healing!
"
Sutina's eyes lit up.
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The priest's prayer finally ended.
Although Song Wenbin couldn't understand Korean, he could understand that after the priest finished shouting, he took out the merit box. The Koreans who were praying took out crumpled coins and stuffed them into the merit box.
Park Yeon-tong was no exception and stuffed 10,000 Korean won into the merit box.
After stuffing the money, he said to Song Wenbin: "Let's go to the next game."
"Is there another one?" Song Wenbin was surprised.
"certainly."
So Pu Yantong took Song Wenbin to a small temple on a hillside. Although this place is dilapidated, the incense in the temple is still flourishing. There are believers everywhere, kowtowing step by step, and monks knocking alms bowls for alms.
Pu Yantong took Song Wenbin to kowtow at the Buddha statue. He also spent money to buy a few sticks of incense and placed them in front of the Buddha.
Although he had just finished worshiping at the Christian Church, Pu Yantong's expression showed that he was serious.
After worshiping the Buddha, he took Song Wenbin to more than a dozen religious places, large and small, like a revolving door. These religions are diverse, including the Holiness Religion, the New World Religion, the Almighty Religion, and the World Federation of Family Peace and Unification.
Pu Yantong paid homage to every religion and donated money.
But the more Song Wenbin looked at it, the more uncomfortable he became.
Finally, when Pu Yantong took him to donate money to the Almighty God and the Seventh-day Adventist Church, he grabbed Pu Yantong who was stuffing money into the merit box.
Song Wenbin asked: "Why do you believe so much? Isn't just one belief enough?"
"I don't know which of them are, so I just want to worship them all." Pu Yantong said.
"Do you have any wish when you worship them?" Song Wenbin asked.
"I don't want to go on like this anymore..." Pu Yantong whispered.
"how?"
"I died in the slums, and no one knew about it after I died. I was just buried hastily." Pu Yantong's eyes turned red as he spoke: "I don't want...I 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 did not have a ticket to go back. For him, it was just a month to survive, but for Pu Yantong, it was decades.
He looked at the believers who were obsessed with this around him, pondered for a long time, and finally asked: "Hey, I'm talking about Pu Yantong."
"ah?"
"Are these guys legal?" he asked, pointing to the priest holding a merit box to collect money.
"Of course it's legal. In South Korea, anyone can start a religion as long as it's allowed." Park Yantong said matter-of-factly: "Otherwise, how do you think they came from?"
"Hoho." Song Wenbin raised his eyebrows: "So do you want to be at the bottom of your life?"
Hearing what he said, Pu Yantong was a little annoyed and said, "How can someone want to be at the bottom for life? No one wants to be at the bottom, okay?"
"Since you don't want to be at the bottom..."
Song Wenbin took out the Korean coins from Pu Yantong's hand and said with a smile: "How about writing to me?"
