Doctor’s Rebirth

Chapter 370

Chapter 370

The next day, six people from Haomun were added to the party.

Sima Hyun said.

“Brother, my current position is the Lord of the Yintang of Haomen Jinhyeolbang.”

Geumhyeolbang is hierarchically organized in the order of the four major heads of the Geumhyeol Ark and Sub-ark.

The four major sugars are divided into gold blood sugar, silver blood sugar, iron blood sugar, and copper blood sugar.

Here, Sima Xuan is in charge of Yin Blood Party.

‘Is Eundangju ranked 4th in the rankings? It’s higher than expected?’

It was an unconventional move to be ranked 4th at a young age.

Jin Cheon-hee, because there was no existing successor in Baekrin Uigak, he was automatically crowned as Sogakju, but Geumhyeolbang is different.

It was a place where the midfield was split in half by a dark spell.

There are always plenty of ‘living’ successors.

So much so that it’s okay even if a few people die.

In order to break the mold and move up to this level in a Confucian society, three things must be met.

The first is the talent for making money.

Sima Xuan created a unique ‘loan business’.

In modern times, it is also called a ‘franchise’, and there is a rumor that Geumhyeolbang’s sales increased by at least 30% through its future-oriented lending business.

The second is martial arts.

Sima Xuan is ‘Hwajing’.

In Geumhyeolbang, it is known that the head of Bangju, Bangju, Geumdang, and the head of Uiyakdang, a separate organization, are Hwagyeong.

The Medical Party is an auxiliary party without a power hierarchy and is like a medic within the Geumhyeolbang.

Isn’t the skill comparable to the official royal palaces like Baekrin Uigak or Hwaju Uigak or Black Jeon Uigak?

Still, it is said that the head of the Medicine House himself is at the level of a top ten person in the world.

And that person is also Hwa-kyung.

Here, Sima Xuan overcame the wall of peace due to his brother’s strange training and jealousy and irritation towards his brothers.

The powerless part has been satisfied.

The last one is politics.

Geumhyeolbang is a place that runs on money.

Although each individual has enough power to protect themselves, they are basically people in the financial industry.

It depends on how you convince the opponents.

Sima Hyeon… persuaded me and even gave me money…

– Brother, I’m not just making suggestions to anyone either. When I felt that he was not a colleague worthy of discussing a bright future together, I ‘retired’ him.

After saying that, he put his hands together and spoke with bright eyes.

-I need to retire. For the future of Geumhyeolbang. Huh… I’m also sad to say goodbye to my close co-workers.

Obviously, none of the ‘retired’ guys are alive.

And I had a feeling that some of the facial skins might be stored in Sima Xuan’s personal pocket.

‘Well… Still, I went to the point where I had blood on my hands to survive.’

Fighting to survive is inevitable in this powerhouse.

There is nothing we can do about it.

“It’s faster than I thought. also.”

“You look happy~”

“Of course. It’s become a disaster. “Anyway, who is the person next to you?”

A woman with drooping eyes was standing next to Sima Xuan.

The fact that he has a sword on his back clearly shows that he is a strong man.

She said.

“My name is Lim Woon-hyeon (???), the vice-owner of Eunhyeoldang. “It is an honor to meet the Lord of Baeklin Uigak like this.”

“Personally, it’s my sister-in-law… but in terms of rank, I’m the higher one.”

[private residence? The Golden King, so you’re saying he’s a disciple of the Lord of the Golden Blood Ark?]

In response to Jin Tianxi’s message, Sima Xuan told him to just speak in peace and spoke.

“Master, you have many disciples. Of course, there are more undisclosed disciples than revealed disciples. “If you add them all up, there will be twelve people including me?”

“Why did you create so many successors?”

There are as many as twelve direct disciples!

This is something that is inevitable and expected to be bloody.

Isn’t that what the Heavenly Demon of the Demonic Cult does?

Geumhyeolbang is ultimately the same way.

Sima Xuan, who must have sensed his brother’s concern, burst into laughter.

“Hahaha… Master, I’m sure you’ll be alive and well for at least fifty years, right? “Nothing like what you think will happen.”

‘I have become one of the world’s top ten masters, but there are more unknown masters in the world than known masters.’

There is no need to go all the way to Cheonoecheon.

Right now, Master doesn’t fight with the world’s top ten masters.

As a result, Mumyeong was not widely known to the royal family.

Only warriors who are older than Master know the truth.

Exactly how strong you are and what weapons you mainly use.

There was almost no way to show anything to Gangho.

Since he single-handedly defeated the ten thousand armies of the Blood Mission, we can only guess that he is strong.

It is not known how he was defeated.

It must have been guided by the Master himself.

Master has no interest in the reputation of powerful people.

The only thing that matters is whether this action is advantageous to the future situation or not.

‘The Golden King seems similar to Master.’

What she wants is money.

Moreover, making money through fighting was not the business of Geumhyeolbang.

Lending money to those fighting and receiving interest.

Selling goods to those fighting and receiving money.

‘In some ways, it’s a position as strange as Baekrin’s Pavilion.’

Jin Cheon-hee thought so and had a conversation with Lim Woon-hyeon, deputy head.

She talked about various things in a calm voice.

It was mainly about money.

So they boarded the ship, and Jin Cheon-hee learned information about the place where land prices would rise first in this area.

“Right. A new port is created. “If you have money, you should start building a guest house right away, right?”

“You have to choose one of the two. “Should we go for cheap guesthouses targeting workers, or should we go for moderately priced guesthouses for warriors and Confucian students who would come aboard the ship?”

“Don’t you serve luxury guesthouses?”

“I will not.”

Sima Xuan shook his head and continued speaking.

“There is no place to go boating near the port, and those who have enough money can rest in their villas and have no reason to use guesthouses. And it’s not that scenic either. Rather, the maximum amount of business is with Confucian students who are going to Seoul to take the civil service exam and the ambassadors who are in charge of escorting them.”

“I see.”

Jin Cheonhee nodded.

Deputy head Lim Woon-hyeon, who was listening next to him, said.

“If the target audience is workers, dishes using Sancho pepper are good. Since you’re going to use cheap meat, it’s a good idea to use strong spices to mask the taste. “The spicy taste is perfect for relieving the fatigue of labor.”

Is it a matter of unit price?

This is pretty realistic.

Sima Hyeon continued.

“If you are targeting Confucian scholars, lily stew or lotus root porridge are good. “They have poor digestive power, so they avoid fatty foods while traveling.”

“What about Pyo Guk Mu-in?”

“alcohol. And fried meat.”

It’s ssam mint.

He is indeed the owner of a martial arts chain store.

Sima Hyeon chatted with Jin Cheonhee about how the guesthouse gets its ingredients and how best to set the unit price.

Interestingly enough, while chatting like that, the lute he was holding was plucking its strings without stopping.

The river breeze and the sound of the lute.

It was a combination that went well together.

Except for the faint scent of blood coming from Sima Xuan’s hands.

Keung-

Hwanggu seems to be in a good mood too.

Lei Jin climbed on top of Sima Xuan’s head and even fell asleep.

“The most important thing is to have preserved food. brother.”

“It’s like beef jerky, right?”

“It’s not just beef jerky. A type of beef jerky that turns into porridge just by adding it to water with rice. “It’s a bit modeled after Baekrin’s preserved food method.”

“How does it taste?”

“Salty and greasy. Cough. Honestly, it’s not good for your health. “But it’s enough because it fills my stomach.”

“Hyuna.”

“Hyung~ I’m not Uigak, I’m Geumhyeolbang? It’s enough for business~ And the ingredients aren’t bad either? “I have enough calories to last until the next cup.”

Yes, that’s right. That’s business.

“Still, can you give me some advice on the medicinal ingredients to put together?”

Sima Hyeon’s eyes lit up at Jin Tianxi’s words.

“of course! “How much will you give me?”

No matter how you look at it, it seems like he enjoys doing business with this guy.

‘If collecting money is more enjoyable than killing people, that’s good.’

Even though it is said that Yeo Ha-ryun, a saint of heaven, cannot do anything due to his heavenly fate.

This guy was the Tobe evil guy I saw in the novel.

Fortunately, I was rescued before he went completely crazy, but it still didn’t change the fact that I had blood on my hands.

“Did you take any preserved food? “Let’s just test it out and see what it tastes like.”

“Good good! private residence!”

At those words, Lim Woon-hyeon brought out preserved food.

The three of us divided the portions into small portions and tasted them.

‘Uh… this? It tastes like watery ramen? ‘How did you recreate MSG?’

It had a faint taste of Miwon.

Of course, Miwon imitates the taste of beef broth, but it has a different taste from real beef broth. That taste comes from here.

Jin Tianxi was dumbfounded and looked back at Sima Xuan.

“Why bro, why?”

“Did the chef at Geumhyeolbang make this?”

“no. “I bought the technology on the condition that the debt from the owner who ruined the guesthouse would be forgiven.”

“Please tell me this.”

“I want to do that too, but first of all, I don’t know because Master bought this, not me. “All I want is to get this beef jerky.”

You need to boil ramen ramen with this.

‘How on earth did they bring the taste of Miwon to life in Jungwon?’

And even then, the guesthouse was ruined?

What do you do that makes it happen?

“First, I’m going to turn this beef jerky into powder. And we’re going to compress it.”

“hmm?”

“Then add the spicy flavor, fry it, add the dried noodles and boil it!”

The unit price will not be as cheap as on Earth.

However… this was a study for Jin Cheon-hee herself to eat.

‘…ramen… must be ramen.’

J Ramen was good and S Ramen was also good.

It seemed like if I cracked open just one egg and ate it, I would have no wish.

The nostalgia of my hometown that I practically gave up on because it could never be recreated no matter what I did.

In a way, for Jin Cheon-hee, ramen was a taste of home.

Strangely enough, Korean Jin Cheon-hee missed ramen as much as kimchi.

‘Whoosh whoosh.’ I’ll try it.’

If successful, the next research will be Spaghetti!

* * *

-Oh, it’s a waste. We couldn’t intervene.

-You’re in hiding. There is no choice.

-Still, I wanted to keep the fallen corpse.

Blood Mission Conference.

The conversation continued even in the dark.

Blood Mission was unable to take a direct role in this massacre incident.

The groundwork to poison Tugoi’s granddaughter had already begun several years ago, and it seemed to have finally come to fruition.

However, due to the religious leader’s strict order not to take direct action, he virtually became a spectator.

-This is all because ‘that guy’ disturbed his spirit.

-It’s a waste, it’s a waste. Obviously, according to heaven’s will, both the corpse and the poisoned liquor were ours.

-So you have to suck your fingers to read the Four Thousand Danga and the Five Readings?

-Leave it alone. Because the Demonic Cult has already touched that place.

-It’s going to be windy.

-okay. Even those from the Demonic Cult love blood. Let’s just wait and see.

-You have to watch and prepare. We have to catch a young white dragon and dye it in our colors~ At least this blood poisoning incident has created a rift towards humans, right~?

-It’s a small crack in the mind. Even that took a long time.

-okay. However, it is difficult to make up for distrust once it has occurred.

-So you like the Demonic Cult?

-hmm. If the blood missionaries go and make a fuss, people will say that the blood missionaries are bad, so let’s show the side of humanity itself. That it is not a power problem, but a human problem.

-He’s a weird guy. With a head like that, you still believe in humans.

-Let’s pray that he goes crazy quickly.

-Good goes hand in hand with evil.

-Good always goes hand in hand with distrust.

-Good intentions always bring hell.

That’s human.

Laughter spread in the darkness.