As a boss, they are usually very busy.

After all, after the scale of a company reaches a certain level, big and small things need to be handled by the boss.

The same is true for Zhao Fusheng, so in fact, he doesn't have much free time.

Today's free time is the first time for Zhao Fusheng since he arrived in South Korea.

"Where?"

Hu Donghai asked Zhao Fusheng with some hesitation.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Let's go around, anyway, this place in South Korea, you can travel all over the country by train." ”

This is true, because South Korea is so small that it can be taken by train in two or three hours to get from one side to the other.

South Korean trains, compared with domestic trains, are naturally a little better, after all, this is the main means of transportation, and there are few Koreans, and the train is not as crowded as in China.

Zhao Fusheng took a few bodyguards, randomly chose a train at the train station, bought a ticket, and got on the train.

Waiting for the car, Zhao Fusheng glanced at the ticket, only to find that the words on it were all in Korean, and he knew the place of departure, it was Seoul, but the destination, Zhao Fusheng found that he didn't know it.

"Well, do you know Korean?" Zhao Fusheng looked at Hu Donghai.

Hu Donghai's face was dazed: "What?"

Well, he doesn't understand either.

Sighing helplessly, Zhao Fusheng thought about it, just sat in his seat and didn't move, waiting for the flight attendant to come over, after all, as a flight attendant, he might be able to understand English.

After a while, the flight attendant didn't come, but a girl came on the opposite side, looking sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a unique Korean student uniform, a white top, and a black skirt, looking exceptionally pure and elegant.

The girl's hair is very long, her face is delicate and gentle, and her clear eyes are quite beautiful, Zhao Fusheng looked at it casually, and always felt a little familiar.

As a result, he didn't expect that his action actually aroused the dissatisfaction of the other party, and he glared at Zhao Fusheng fiercely.

Zhao Fusheng was slightly embarrassed, shook his head with a wry smile, and said nothing.

After a while, another person came up on the opposite side, a middle-aged man with a suitcase and glasses, after a glance at his dress, Zhao Fusheng suddenly smiled and said, "Hello, Huaxia?"

"You too?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then asked in surprise: "How do you know that I am from Huaxia?"

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Koreans probably won't wear Jinba men's clothes." ”

"Huh? hahahaha, yes, yes. The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and said to Zhao Fusheng: "You young man, you have good eyes." ”

As they spoke, the two of them began to talk.

After chatting, Zhao Fusheng learned that this was a train to Gwangju, South Korea, and the middle-aged man's surname was Chen, who was doing export wholesale business in South Korea.

"Gwangju is a famous place in Korea, and it is said that there are still wild people in the mountains. Lao Chen seemed to be because it was rare to meet Chinese people, so he talked endlessly, telling Zhao Fusheng about the gossip news he knew.

Savages?

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, and looked at Lao Chen with some surprise: "In these years, there are still savages?"

Lao Chen smiled: "It's not a savage, it seems to be a guerrilla who went into the mountains to fight guerrillas during the Gwangju Dish Cooking Movement before, we don't know the specifics, after all, we are Huaxia, where do we know so much about this." ”

Zhao Fusheng nodded, but he was a little curious: "Uncle Chen, what's going on with this Gwangju dish cooking movement?"

Lao Chen smiled mysteriously and explained to Zhao Fusheng in a low voice: "This is nothing, it's just the student movement in South Korea." Later it expanded, turning into a riot throughout the city. ”

Zhao Fusheng gasped, it was the first time he had heard that there was such a thing in South Korea.

And with Lao Chen's narration, Zhao Fusheng knew that in the 80s, such a thing happened in South Korea.

In May 1980, in response to the 100,000-strong demonstration in Seoul at that time, 30,000 students and citizens from Gwangju organized a demonstration, and as a result, on 17 May, Chun Doo-hwan, a soldier of the then president of the Republic of Korea, announced "Emergency Martial Law," further expanding the scope of martial law to the whole country, prohibiting all political activities, closing university campuses, prohibiting the convening of the South Korean National Assembly, prohibiting criticism of the head of state, and also detaining Kim Dae-jung, Kim Yong-sam, and other leaders and students of the pro-democracy movement. The martial law army was formed to surround Gwangju City, the capital of South Korean Jeollanam-do, in six ways, and even used planes to airlift troops.

At 10 a.m. that day, the first clash took place between martial law forces and students at Jeollanam-do National University, the stronghold of the Gwangju pro-democracy movement, with the army killing several students and arresting many others. Excited Gwangju students and citizens rose up to protest and gathered at the square in front of the Jeollanam-do Provincial Office, kicking off the Gwangju protests. The phrase "go to the Provincial Office" became the most stirring slogan of the year for the citizens of Gwangju. Students and citizens used the Provincial Office as the center to stop the martial law troops from entering the city at Gwangju Railway Station and Highway Bus Terminal.

Then the army opened fire on the crowd.

On the evening of the 20th, nearly 200,000 people gathered and demonstrated in the provincial hall. More than 200 taxis and public buses were organized to break through the martial law blockade and cheer at the provincial office. Martial law forces cut off Gwangju's communication with the outside world, fearing that it would get out of control, opened fire on the demonstrators in the early morning of the 21st, killing 54 people. On the 21st, as many as 300,000 people came to the Taoist hall, and the square and the surrounding Jinnan Street and Zhongzhuang Road were crowded. A young man stood on a martial law tank, waving the national flag and chanting "Long live Gwangju", and the citizens gathered around to sing the national anthem, and the army shot the hot-blooded young man.

After that, the angry citizens set up the "People's Struggle Headquarters" and carried out organized and systematic confrontation activities for a week.

"Many of the people in power in South Korea today are members of that time. Lao Chen said to Zhao Fusheng with a mysterious face: "There is a saying in South Korean politics that there are three or eight or six generations. Three refers to their age, most of this group are in their thirties and forties, and eight refers to the eighties, which is the turbulent era when this group of people went to college and South Korea's dictatorship turned to democracy. Six refers to the sixties, and they were born during this period. These people are left-leaning, advocate social justice, and represent the forces of social progress, while fighting-for-tat with pro-American conservative forces, and most of President Roh Moo-hyun's staff are now composed of these people, and even Roh Moo-hyun defended the students who were arrested and imprisoned. ”

Gossip is everyone's nature, and it is obvious that Lao Chen, who was born in the capital and traveled south and north, rarely meets a compatriot from his hometown.

Of course, the most important reason is probably because everyone around him speaks Korean and can't understand what he said to Zhao Fusheng.

"According to you, Gwangju is not the base camp of Korean cooking pies. After listening to it for a long time, Zhao Fusheng said with a smile to Lao Chen.

Lao Chen was stunned: "I don't know about this, but it is said that here in South Korea, many people in the judicial system are from Gwangju." ”

After all, he is just a businessman, and all the news he knows is hearsay, and it is good to know so much.

"Really?"

Zhao Fusheng blinked, but remembered something.

In his last life, he watched a movie called "The Melting Pot", which is said to be a real event that happened in Gwangju, which is very interesting to say, this incident seems to have been written very early, but it was not made into a movie until a few years later, which affected the protection of the deaf and mute in South Korea.

Interestingly, the film was made and caused a sensation after Roh Moo-hyun stepped down, during the period when South Korea's conservative presidents, Lee Myung-bak and Park Dae-ma, came under power.

In other words, during the reign of the Dish Cooking faction, this drama has never been made into a movie.

There are some things that cannot be studied deeply, and if you know too much, you will find that many things that seem beautiful have become no longer beautiful.

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I have to say that there is a fellow on the way, it feels very good, Zhao Fusheng and this old Chen chatted very happily, the two of them had a nonsense in the south and the north, the old Chen Sheng has been going south and north for many years, and he has rich social experience, and Zhao Fusheng's experience in his previous life is not shallow, so he can naturally keep up with his rhythm.

Until they got off the bus, the two also exchanged phone numbers with each other, and made an appointment to have a chance to drink and get together in China.

Seeing Lao Chen's back disappear, Hu Donghai frowned slightly, a little puzzled, but he still didn't ask.

"What, think it's weird?"

Zhao Fusheng glanced at Hu Donghai and smiled.

Hu Donghai nodded, in his opinion, Zhao Fusheng is already worth billions, and there is no need to make friends with such a businessman.

Zhao Fusheng chuckled: "To be honest, Lao Chen is actually very slippery, but he is not a bad person, think about it, did he just tell me everything he knows about South Korea, and even mentioned the things I need to pay attention to if I do business with people in South Korea, just because I told him before that I came to South Korea to inspect the market." ”

Hu Donghai thought about it, and that's really it.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "When you go out, especially abroad, as long as you are not bad-hearted, you will help when you meet compatriots." Lao Chen probably has this mentality, which is why he said so much to me. ”

Hu Donghai nodded, and finally understood what Zhao Fusheng meant.

As he was about to leave, Zhao Fusheng saw a slightly familiar figure not far away, hugging people, and after a glance, he noticed that it was the girl sitting opposite him on the train.

smiled, although he couldn't remember who the other party was, Zhao Fusheng vaguely remembered that she should be a star who appeared on the screen in the future.

This place in South Korea is really a small country and widows, and you can meet future stars by train.

PS: The reason why I wrote about the stick recently, on the one hand, is that the protagonist wants to pit them, and secondly, the dark things that write the stick will not be 404, Chen Shijie's plot before, all kinds of modifications, this book is the foundation of floating life to support the family, I really don't dare to tempt indiscriminately, I don't even know who Bai Jie is, how pure I am.