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"Help me make an appointment with their head."

Cui Zhengyuan didn't say much, but just explained Cui Nanji's words.

This obviously hurt Choi Nam-gil and at the same time panicked and began to reflect on his mistakes.

He originally thought that he would get Cui Zhengyuan's appreciation through this incident, so that he would rise to a higher and more prominent position.

He didn't know that in Cui Zhengyuan's heart, he had long lost interest in him.

The ancestor worship went very smoothly, and Cui Zhengyuan, accompanied by the grandmaster, respectfully put Ju Li's nameplate into the ancestral hall, which also represented that her identity as the daughter-in-law of the Cui family could not be changed.

A grandmaster is a person in a family who is responsible for presiding over the family's rituals. Although he doesn't care about the affairs of the family, he has a high level of power and status.

The quarrel between the Gwangju Choi clan and the C.J. Choi clan was inextricably linked, and it was all thanks to the grandmaster turning around in the middle that it did not break down completely.

This is an old man in his seventies, and only the eyes that penetrate the world are particularly bright on his old face.

It was difficult to walk, but he insisted on not letting Cui Zhengyuan support him.

It wasn't until it was time to say goodbye that the old man spoke. "Boy, you can't be rigid for a long time, and you can't blindly do things too hard. Anyway, a clan is a clan. Many times, their powers will help you unexpectedly. The time is almost up, and it's time to think about how to subdue them. ”

Cui Zhengyuan smiled slightly and said respectfully: "Ancestor, the kid thinks so too. Please wait, Gwangju Choi will have a happy ending. ”

For the first time, the old man smiled, looking at him kindly. "It's just a smart one, the Cui family has descendants like you, it's the family's luck."

After speaking, the old man had no worries, slowly turned around, and disappeared into the temple step by step.

Cui Zhengyuan also felt a lot more relaxed. Confidence in the future is even stronger.

Even the grandmaster was on his side, and the days of the diehards in the Choi clan in Gwangju were running out. He believes that before he returns to Seoul, there will definitely be people who will change their position.

I met with the person in charge of the Gwangju Civic Organization on the halfway point of Mount Muda.

Mt. Mudeong is a famous spot in Gwangju and is known for its four distinct seasons.

In the spring, azaleas and Jindalai are all over the mountains, purple and red, like a fiery red world.

In the red wave of the spring breeze, Cui Zhengyuan met the person he had made.

Yin Shangwu, a middle-aged man with eyes in the middle. Homely. It looks ordinary. The bamboo pole-like figure seems to fall down when the wind blows.

However, Cui Zhengyuan didn't dare to underestimate him, on the contrary, he was very respectful.

Yoon Sang-moo's father was the first victim of the Gwangju Incident that year, and is also known as the spiritual leader of the Gwangju democratization movement.

When Yoon Sang-mu grew up, he inherited his father's last wish and also worked as a teacher at Gwangju City No. 1 High School.

Today, he is the principal of a school with a glorious tradition.

In fact, with his huge fame, he could have moved to a higher position. Have more power. But this person is willing to guard the middle school and take pleasure in teaching and educating people.

The opposition parties repeatedly asked him to come out of the mountain and wanted him to become a political leader, but he sternly refused.

There is a passage about this person that is very famous in Korean society. "The democracy and freedom that our generation pursues is the dignity of human beings. The true meaning of desire must not be separated from the grassroots. The government of the country is for the country and not for the people, and follows my original heart. Only for the people. ”

This is a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune, and his lifelong pursuit is nothing more than a society in which everyone is equal and there is no distinction between high and low.

So he is not keen on power and fame at all.

He is the leader of the Gwangju Civic Association. Most of his work is related to the citizens.

For such a person, Cui Zhengyuan can't be respected.

"Principal Yin, the students have admired the name for a long time." As soon as they met, Cui Zhengyuan maintained the etiquette of the younger generations and regarded himself as a student.

Yin Shangwu may have been mingling with the people for a long time, so he is not rigid, and he speaks very humorously and interestingly. "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, I haven't taught Representative Cui to read, and I don't dare to call myself a teacher."

Cui Zhengyuan led him to sit in front of the window, and said with a smile: "Principal Yin's son inherits his father's ambition and has always been committed to the equality of ordinary people and struggles and efforts, which is a model for my generation, and should be respected by the teacher." ”

Yin Shangwu glanced at him, and suddenly said: "But I know that Representative Cui is from a chaebol family, and it seems that he is the opposite of a commoner faction like me." ”

Cui Zhengyuan was suddenly attacked, and he didn't react for a long time.

He really didn't expect that this old gentleman would bring up the topic of class antagonism at this very moment.

And he is right, he is indeed from the rich class, no matter how you look at it, he represents the position of the capitalists.

But Cui Zhengyuan is Cui Zhengyuan, where is it so easy to be asked.

I saw that he regained his composure, and said lightly: "No matter what my background is, first of all, I am a citizen of the Republic of Korea. In my mind, the national interest is far more important than anything else. ”

Yin Shangwu always paid attention to Cui Zhengyuan's expression, with a little exploration and vigilance.

Having experienced the Gwangju incident, he was born with a distrust of the wealthy class.

Cui Zhengyuan has been famous for a long time, and his deeds after entering politics are magical, and he has also heard of them. But the two sides represent different classes, and he does not dare to guarantee that they can reach a cooperation.

In order to avoid being taken advantage of and betrayed, proper temptation is essential.

Cui Zhengyuan's answer is amazing, there is only one question of nationality, and his difficulties are invisible.

Yes, as a Korean, who doesn't want their country to be a better place? Since everyone's basic aspirations are the same, then there is a common goal, and cooperation is possible.

In admiration, Yin Shangwu continued to ask: "I don't know if Deputy Cui is satisfied with the current state of democracy in our country?" ”

Cui Zhengyuan had already prepared and said bluntly: "I'm not very satisfied, it's too chaotic." I believe that President Yin is also dissatisfied, otherwise, there would not be this meeting today. ”

Told that he was in his heart, Yin Shangwu looked at the Jindalai all over the mountains, and said with a little melancholy: "Representative Choi has not experienced that tragic disaster, and he will not know that we Gwangju people are pursuing democracy. What kind of pain and sacrifice it takes. Originally, we thought that the Fifth Republic was over, universal elections had begun, and the democracy we had hoped for would come. But after more than ten years, the reality is completely different from what we expected. What's wrong? ”

This is a respectable old man, so Cui Zhengyuan is not ready to lie to him, but really comes up with his own opinion. "President Yoon, there is nothing wrong with what you and the people of Gwangju have done. As long as you are human, you don't want to be oppressed and persecuted. Pursue the freedom of human nature and the independence of personality, and then have the dignity of a person to live in the world. It is the most basic demand. ”

"Representative Cui thinks so too?" Yoon Sang-woo looked at him in amazement, unable to believe that this could come from the mouth of a man he considered to be an authoritarian party.

Cui Zhengyuan nodded solemnly, "No matter what difference our political ideas are, how different our pursuits are. But one thing we all have in common, and that is that we want our country to be stronger and our lives better. So, I understand your pursuit. Not only do I understand it, but so do many people in our new GJ party. Because we are also on the path of this pursuit, but on a parallel path to what you are doing. ”

Yin Shangwu jumped up. Holding the table with his arms, he stared at Cui Zhengyuan condescendingly, and his nostrils contracted rapidly, showing his excitement.

"That being the case. So why is our country in such chaos now? Why can't so many good ideas and so many good policies be implemented? Why do we not change when we see so many unfair and bad things? ”

Cui Zhengyuan slowly straightened his spine, stared into his eyes, and said calmly: "What you said is so unrealizable. It's because of the democracy we pursue. ”

"How is that possible? Democracy is our lifelong pursuit, how can it be the root cause of today's chaos? His lifelong belief was questioned, and Yin Shangwu almost flipped the table in excitement.

Contrary to his fiery. Choi Jung-won was calm. spread out his hands and just said one word, which made Yin Shangwu like a deflated ball. "Who says democracy has to be like this? After all these years, don't you suspect that there is anything wrong with such a democracy? ”

Yin Shangwu's entire body froze, and even his eyes lost their vitality.

He didn't expect that Cui Zhengyuan would say such a point of view.

They are people who shout about democracy all day long, and they are desperately insisting on it. Even paid with his life for this goal.

But as a result, Cui Zhengyuan told him that their insistence was wrong.

No, Choi Jung-won did not say that their insistence was wrong, but that democracy does not have to be like this.

This is a question that Yin Shangwu, or even all of them, has never thought about.

The conflict of thoughts was like a sharp spear piercing the brain, and the kind of huge earthquake that was about to tear people apart was completely beyond Yin Sangwu's ability to bear.

I saw his figure shake a little, and finally sat back in the chair, muttering, "How could it be wrong?" How could it be wrong? Is it on the basis of such a democratic system that the United States has become strong? How can we be wrong when we learn such advanced experience? ”

Choi Jeong-won knows that now is a critical time. If we can break the ideological rigidity of these people, then the possibility of cooperation with them will increase infinitely.

Therefore, it is advisable for him to chase after the poor and unceremoniously continue to increase his efforts: "Is the American experience necessarily correct?" In that case, why is there still racial discrimination in the United States? Why is there still a gap between rich and poor in the United States? Why are there still homeless homeless people on the streets of America? Why does the U.S. economy continue to regress? ”

These words are like a sledgehammer. Every time he knocked out, a crack was smashed on Yin Shangwu's heart.

When Choi Jung-won's last rhetorical question blurted out, all of Yoon Sang-moo's insistence was like a collapsing city wall, instantly called a ruin. (To be continued......)