Grandmother asked with sharp eyes.
"Who introduced you?"
"Everybody at Seonhwadang in Sillim-dong introduced me."
"Oh, the kid..."
Grandma tried to close the door back.
"I don't do good these days because my back hurts.”
I hastily caught the closing door.
"Ha, Grandma, I'm going to ask you a few questions. We'll triple your fortune."
The young shaman smiled brightly at the sound of triple the number of bokchae, and the grandmother seemed to be thinking. Money was also powerful.
From the looks of it, they don't often perform exorcism, and they didn't seem to have enough money.
said the young shaman.
"Mother. Let it go. I think the young teacher came from far away."
said Grandma.
"Then wait. The guests in the main room of the Gooddang over there have to go."
"I'll be waiting. I'll be back around here."
I got out of the Good Hall and went into the mountains.
I couldn't go in thought my new shoes would scratch.
I sat on the wooden back at the entrance and only looked at my smartphone. After about half an hour, I went down to Gutdang again.
All the guests must have gone, but the exorcism at the exorcism hall only felt desolate.
A young shaman who changed from a shaman costume to a plain clothes came out.
"Your mother is in the new church, so go in."
I knocked and entered Sindangel.
Grandma was wearing a red coat.
He seemed to be wearing only one uniform to receive a guest.
"Sit down."
I sat on a brown cushion with a flower pattern on it.
Grandmother had her hair in the meantime, so her hair was straight and tidy order.
Wearing a red coat after combing my hair, I looked like a whole body. The eyes without double eyelids, though wrinkled, were torn up like an axe mark.
"What are you going to see?"
I've come to see what I've got. She also saw Shin-soo from a shaman in Sillim-dong, but she might have looked more comfortable.
"I'm starting a new business. So I'm here to ask if my future is okay."
"Call the date of birth."
When I called my birthdate, my grandmother closed her eyes and began to mutter.
I mumbled for a long time and opened my eyes.
"Give me the ambush first."
Since he said he would give three times as many as Bokchae, he seemed to mean getting it in advance.
I stuck out an envelope. Grandmother said, touching the envelope.
"How much?"
The Shillim-dong Seonhwadang shaman did not even open the envelope when it was blessed. She poked it under her cushion, and it seemed like she was crazy about money.
"It's 300,000 won."
At the sound of 300,000 won, the grandmother placed the envelope in front of the shamanistic painting in the shrine. And joined together.
The shamanistic painting was a handsome middle-aged lady with a hanbok jacket and a trim. I was putting my hand up and holding a bell in one hand and a fan in the other.
I asked, looking at the picture.
"Who is that?"
"Grandma instead."
"Oh, is that so?"
Grandmother took the bell-like drop from the shamanic painting under the table.
And began to shake. sat down and shook his eyes.
"All sorts of ghosts in heaven and earth, eat you and go away, eat you and go away. Instead, she goes down to Halmi. You eat and you go back. You eat and you go. Dump, dump."
Only the sound of grandmother's bell wagging was heard in the tranquil mountains.
At the end of the dusk evening, only two candles shook in the room, and only the sound of bells spread.
"Drop, dump."
Grandma kept shaking the bell. Her old face reflected in the candle looked even more grotesque.
Soon Grandma opened her eyes. At that moment, grandmother suddenly screamed and fell backwards.
"Ahh! There, there!"
Grandma pointed a finger at me and bit a dog bubble in my mouth.
I was puzzled and only looked at my grandmother. The young shaman came running, perhaps hearing the grandmother's cry.
"Mother! What's wrong?"
"Hey, hey!"
Grandma sat back and pointed her finger at me.
"Mother! What's wrong?"
"There was an old lady sitting on his shoulder. Grandma with white hair!"
This time I was surprised.
"A grandmother with white hair? There's nothing!"
"A white-haired grandmother sat on her shoulder and looked at me. With an English magazine on the side.”
I was surprised to hear that.
This lady of the shaman seemed to mean Mrs. Baek.
Grandma gave me a thunderbolt.
"You're a clap shaman, aren't you?”
"Applause?"
"Mosi has a god, right? Who is that? Are you an old lady? You're a grandkid? Or are you a mountain man?"
I don't know the world of spirit.
However, this great body seemed to have seen the spirit of Mrs. Baek. I felt I should tell the truth.
"I'll be honest with you."
Grandma said to the young shaman.
"You stay out."
The young shaman seemed to be disappointed to leave when she thought there would be an interesting story. He answered in a mosquito-like voice and went out.
"In fact, I'm the one who invests in stocks. In the 1960s and '70s, there is an old lady named Baek who is good at stocks like a ghost. Of course, he died a long time ago."
"Hmm."
Grandmother Manxin listened with her eyes closed.
"I kept failing in stocks. I lost my money and couldn't get a job. And then I wanted to meet her in my dreams."
"So you met him?"
"I wrote down the fat and made a Shinju complex to burn incense and pray. I'm asking you to be wise in your dreams."
"You can see it in your dreams if you're so sincere. At first glance today, you seem to have appeared in a dream."
"Yes, Mrs. Baek was brilliant in her dreams and taught her. To be honest, I made some money.“
"The lord (referring to a guest who visited a shaman's house) smelly of money."
"But the old lady hasn't shown up in my dreams lately. I'm starting a new business, and I try to ask, but I can't show up."
"I see."
"Hey, old lady! Can't you call Mrs. Baek into your dreams?”
"I can't call her anytime, not the god I serve. I call my grandmother instead of Kang Shin-mura, who serves her."
"But you called in Mrs. Baek today, didn't you?"
"When I wave the bells and call the gods, various miscellaneous articles appear. Then I throw chestnuts or jujubes and shout, "You eat and you eat and you walk away."
"Then is Mrs. Baek a junkie?"
"You may have given it to the lord, but it's a junkie to me."
"Please help me keep seeing Grandma Baek in my dreams."
Grandma shook her head.
"The reason why Mrs. Baek doesn't show up in her dreams is probably because you have the skills. Maybe it's because they don't show up much?"
"I'm still lacking a lot."
"I have no choice but to pray with all my heart in front of the new lord."
"Is it wise to pray with all your heart?"
"I'll write you a talisman. Don't let other evil spirits rush in and disturb Mrs. Baek'”
I didn't know whether the talisman was effective or not. I asked them to write one.
"Then write me one."
Grandmother Manxin cut off the window and wrote amulets in red letters.
It looked like an oral injection when I saw you writing with red paint.
Grandma Manxin used a talisman and put it in a bag.
A bag smaller than the palm of the hand was a bag made of window paper.
I received the amulet and put it in the inner pocket of my suit.
"Thank you."
Grandmother Manxin only put her hands together without saying anything. And muttered to himself.
"Blessed young man.”
I left the exorcism hall.
I went up to my car parked at the bottom of the mountain and took the wheel.
I touched the inside pocket of my suit before departure. The amulet was caught in hand.
"Heh, is this amulet useful? I just drew red letters or pictures on the paper, will it work? No, it's just psychological comfort."
And I didn't feel bad.
I also felt like my grandmother might be in my dream.
The day after I came back from Pocheon Okhwang Gutdang, I moved my belongings to Yeouido.
The luggage in Gasan Digital Complex was packed in a box and moved.
There was a lot to throw away, so the luggage was light. Manager Song brought his car and did not call for a separate service car.
"You're very frugal, sir?"
"Are you going out?"
"The car is a Grandeur. One super ant posted a picture of three luxury foreign cars on Instagram."
"Why would you buy three cars? He's crazy."
"It's a shame."
I didn't want to do such an overexposure.
I came to the IFC building in Yeouido.
Now, it was a historic day when Choi Jun-sik's Yeouido era was held.
IFC refers to the Center for International Finance. I got the initials of the International Financial Center in English. It was a place where many financial companies gathered.
I went up to the office by elevator.
At the entrance of the office was a copperplate with a sign called JS Invest Korea. The sign looked luxurious.
Deputy General Manager Chang and Manager Jung, who were sitting in the office, stood up and greeted me.
"I'm not sure you'll like the furniture in your room."
The president's office had a high-end bookcase and desk, and a small reception sofa was also set up. I liked it.
"Good."
I saw a bookcase for Mrs. Baek's new wife.
There was a glass door on the wooden bookshelf, so it was perfect to serve the new lord. Manager Song gave me a new business card to clear up my luggage.
"I printed 200 of your business cards first. If you need more later, we'll print more."
Jang, Jung and Song, who operate a lot, may need business cards, but I don't use business cards much, not especially those who deal with customers. Still, business cards were sometimes needed.
I saw my business card.
The design of the business card was fresh. He was also an expert.
Along with Sang-ho, the letter CEO Choi Joon-sik seemed clear. The back of the business card was in English. My title was given as President.
"I like the design of your business card."
"Hehe, thank you."
Chief Song scratched the back of his head as if he were begging.
Chang said.
We would like to have our first meeting about the company's operation plan. When would be a good time?"
"Let's clear up my luggage and do it right away. Meet me in the conference room in an hour."
"Okay."
I organized my luggage.
I put my grandmother's new liquor in a styrofoam box on my bookcase. And he put his hands together.
I organized my luggage and turned on the computer. The internet speed was fast, too. Three screens were installed on a wide desk of memory, just as in an officetel in the Gasan Digital Complex.
I opened a stock firm HTS and searched for Mo Kang Tech as a test.
And I put Mo Gang Tech's chart, present price, and three-line conversion map on the computer screen.
The Mogang Tech was still wading at its lower limit.
It was time to enter the conference room.
Manager Song gave me the new diary that he bought.
Song also gave the new diary to Chang and Chung, not to mine.
Deputy General Manager Chang guided me to the top of the chair in the conference room.
"Your seat is here."
I was sorry to sit at the top of the table when I was young.
Song was one year younger than me, but it was because Chang and Chung were older than me.
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