Although the Kowloon district is dilapidated, the most dilapidated place Song Wenbin has ever lived, it is strange, and he feels a sense of peace here that he has not felt since coming to Seoul.

Park Yantong, who met in Pingshui, never mentioned to him that he should leave, and Song Wenbin wanted to hand over the money on his body, but he also refused. Not only did Park Yantong not take him money, on the contrary, he would cook noodles for Song Wenbin to eat every day, although it was just a very ordinary sauce mixed noodles, but it was enough for Song Wenbin to feel warm.

Song Wenbin didn't know what Park Yantong's job was, he had never seen Park Yantong work, nor had he ever been worried about his work, he just wandered around with a group of younger brothers every day, or drank and smoked and bragged, or gathered around the motorcycle to make trouble, or begged him to tell him some Chinese news. Every time Song Wenbin talked to him, he listened attentively, as if he really followed his words and flew to the land of China.

On this day, Song Wenbin took care of his fingers.

He plans to quit his job with Park and continue to look for work in the city.

Although he can continue to lie flat here with Park Yantong, he feels sorry for Park Yantong for eating and drinking for nothing, and he doesn't seem to be a wealthy person. And he also has the idea that if bitcoin falls sharply, he will be able to make up for the deficit with the money he earns from his work.

But on this day, Park Yantong went out early, and Song Wenbin got up and didn't see Park Yantong, so he looked for it in Jiulong Village.

Kowloon Village is not large, covering a total area of 30 hectares, and Song Wenbin walks through those dilapidated dirt roads. Walking through the low shantytowns, there were old people hunched over their waists, rummaging through the garbage heaps.

Passing by a house with a dilapidated cross, Song Wenbin heard the sound of hallelujah coming from the house.

Song Wenbin went into the room and took a look, the room was only fifty or sixty square meters, and there were many people crowded inside, singing hallelujah around a stage, and a thin wooden coffin was placed in the middle of the platform.

And Park Yantong himself stood by the coffin, holding a candle in his hand, singing non-stop.

Song Wenbin saw that Park Yantong was busy, so he didn't mention his resignation with him at this time, but just stood by his side silently. Watch him do things.

The ephemeral ritual did not last long.

Soon, a pickup truck drove by, and after Park Yantong and several young people carried the coffin onto the pickup truck, the pickup truck took the coffin and several young people away, and soon disappeared on the bumpy dirt road.

The people who sang Hallelujah around were scattered in a sparse manner, most of them were old men and women, and their faces were very calm in the face of life and death.

Park Yantong didn't get into the truck, just stood on the side of the road and looked at the van that disappeared, looking a little sad.

Song Wenbin handed him a cigarette, he took it and lit it and asked, "Do you want to go shopping around the neighborhood with me?" I want to go to church. ”

"Okay, why not." Song Wenbin said.

So Park Yantong took Song Wenbin to a very remote church, saying that it was a church, but in fact it was a room behind a broken commissary, the room was less than ten square meters, but it was full of people, there was a picture of Jesus on the wall, there were many people facing the wall, clenching their fists tightly, chanting words of prayer in their mouths, and touching the wall with their heads from time to time.

Park Yantong stepped forward and began to hit the wall with his head as well.

After a while, a priest dressed in white came out from behind the wall, picked up the microphone, and began to shout: "Merciful Father!

Rain down on your merciful believers!

Keep them from starving and cold!

Let them live in abundance ......!

”

……

……

"Our slogan is!

”

"Impregnable!

”

"The Master of Kings!

”

"Go ahead!

”

"Unstoppable!

”

In Zhongxi No. 1 Industrial Park, a group of security personnel holding riot shields followed behind Huo Yu, shouting the slogan of the morning meeting loudly while walking.

"Our purpose is!

”

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

"Safety!"

"Our goal!

”

"Catch the prisoner!

”

"Stay safe!

”

"Rest assured!

”

…….

In front of the huge glass window on the top floor of Bednar Tire, Kim Jae-yong looked at the uniform steps downstairs of the company, and couldn't help but applaud and praise several white people next to him.

"The new Director, that's amazing."

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Gangnam District.

Itaewon.

A black Mercedes slowly pulled up in front of a huge three-story villa.

Sutina, who was wearing a sunny skirt, got out of the black Mercedes Benz, looked at the huge villa in front of her, and asked alertly, "What is this place?" ”

"This is the most famous cat café in Seoul, and there is no better place to take a photo shoot than here." The photographer from SET replied that they were following Sutina with their camera equipment, and Kacha Kacha kept filming.

A week ago, Sutina signed a contract with SET and officially became a model under SET. Since then, he has been walking on the road of patting every day, and there is no return.

Although the life of shooting and shooting every day is very boring, thinking of the final 300,000 grand prize and the expressions on their faces after defeating Huo Yu and Song Wenbin, Su tina still worked very hard.

A few more models got out of the Mercedes-Benz, they took Sutina's hand, and Gege said with a smile: "Let's go, go and see, this cat café is very famous!" ”

Sutina followed her colleague into the cat café.

Suddenly, the meow sound came to my face.

Spacious soaring ceilings, beautiful mahogany floors, ornate crystal chandeliers, mentioned, countless colorful breeds of cats meowing.

There are blue cats, British short, American short, Muppets, Siamese ......

All the cats imaginable are moving freely in a huge space of 600 square meters covering three floors. Dozens of waiters in beautiful meow skirts follow the cats, helping them feed and shovel their excrement.

"Yikes! 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 the priest's shouting and then took out the merit box, and the Koreans who prayed took out crumpled coins and stuffed them into the merit box.

Park Yantong was no exception, stuffing 10,000 won into the merit box.

After stuffing the money, he said to Song Wenbin: "Let's go, go to the next one." ”

"There's the next one?" Song Wenbin was surprised.

"Of course."

So Park Yantong took Song Wenbin to a small temple located on the hillside. Although the place is dilapidated, the incense in the temple is still flourishing. Everywhere there are believers who kowtow step by step, and monks who knock on the bowl to transform the fate.

Pu Yantong took Song Wenbin to the Buddha statue and kowtowed, and spent money to buy a few pillars of incense and inserted them in front of the Buddha.

Although he had just finished the service at Christ Church, judging from Park Yantong's expression, he turned out to be serious.

After worshipping the Buddha, he took Song Wenbin to more than a dozen religious places, large and small. These religions are of all kinds, what is holy, what is the new world, what is the almighty religion, and what is the family federation for world peace and unity.

Park Yantong worshipped all the religions and donated money.

Song Wenbin looked at it more and more.

Finally, when Park Yantong took him to a Church of Almighty God and the seventh-day Sabbath Jesus Follow-up Church to donate money, he grabbed Park Yantong who was stuffing money into the merit box.

Song Wenbin asked, "What do you believe so much for?" Isn't it enough to believe in one? ”

"I don't know which spirit they are, so I'll just bow to them." Park Yantong said.

"Do you have any wish to worship them?" Song Wenbin asked.

"I don't want to go on like this...," Park said in a low voice.

"How?"

"Rotten to death in the slums, no one knows after death, just a hasty burial." Park Yantong's eyes turned red as he spoke: "I don't want to... 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 was silent. Unlike him, Park Yantong did not have a ticket back, it was just a month of survival for him, but for Park Yantong it was decades.

He looked at the believers around him who were addicted to this, pondered for a long time, and finally asked, "Hey, I said Park Yantong." ”

"Huh?"

"Are these guys legit?" He asked, pointing to the priest who was holding the merit box to collect the money.

"Of course it's legal, and in South Korea, anyone can start a religion as long as they are allowed." Park Yantong said as a matter of course: "Otherwise, how do you think they came from?" ”

"Ho-ho." Song Wenbin raised his eyebrows: "So you want to be the bottom for the rest of your life?" ”

Hearing him say this, Park Yantong was a little annoyed and said: "How can anyone want to be the bottom for a lifetime, no one wants to be the bottom, okay?" ”

"Since you don't want to be the bottom..."

Song Wenbin pulled out the Korean currency in Park Yantong's hand, and said with a smile: "Then why don't you write to me?" ”