Chapter 1 Like a Pine Tree

Chapter 1 Like a Pine Tree

Chapter 1 Like a Pine Tree

It's just past mid-July, and the weather in Seoul is as hot as a stove with a lid on. It's not only hot but also stuffy. Unfortunately, it rained a little this morning.

It was really a light rain, so soft that even the ground was not wet. Such a light rain not only failed to bring the slightest coolness to the entire city, but it was like someone poured a bucket of water into the sauna carbon pool, causing the humidity to soar, giving people the feeling that the whole world had become sticky.

In the semi-basement of a residential building in the back alley of Dorim-ro, Daelim-dong, Yeongdeungpo-gu, An Rusong was awakened by the sound of a "beep beep".

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling with large mildew spots for a few seconds in the dim light. Then he reached out to the cabinet beside the bed and took out the noisy E108.

He opened the flip phone and looked at the incoming call number on the blue LCD screen. After a slight hesitation, An Rushong finally pressed the answer button.

"Rushong, where are you?" A woman's slightly hoarse voice came from the phone.

"I'm at home. What's the matter, Director Sun?" Wiping the sweat from his forehead, An Rushong turned over and sat up in bed.

"Then come to the factory now. Something happened here." The voice on the phone was not only hoarse, but also seemed to be filled with deep fatigue.

An Rusong's lips curved up, and a hint of disdain flashed across his deep eyes, but he said respectfully, "Okay, Director Sun, I'll be right there."

Hearing the busy tone on his phone, he snapped the cover shut and turned to look towards the window.

The so-called semi-basement is a basement that is half underground and half above ground. Just like the house that An Rusong rented, it has one bedroom and one living room. The windowsill of the bedroom window is level with the street outside. Looking out of the window, you can see the calves of pedestrians outside the window.

To be honest, houses like this are not suitable for living. Being damp and dark is not the most serious problem. The real problem is that when it rains heavily, the rainwater accumulated on the street will directly flow into the room, turning the house into a swimming pool. What's even more tragic is that An Rusong's room has no air conditioning. Living here, he saves money on sauna.

Of course, no one in the world likes to live in such a house, but for some people, well, people like An Rushong, they actually have no other choice. The only reason they live in such a place is that they are fucking poor.

An Rushong got out of bed barefoot, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, walked leisurely towards the bedroom door, and went to the bathroom in the living room.

The so-called bathroom is a small room separated from the living room. It is a place that combines restroom, bathroom and laundry room into one. If you want to describe it, there is only one word: simple.

He lifted the cracked toilet lid, urinated into the dirty toilet bowl, and took a cold shower as quickly as possible. Then, An Rushong stood in front of the sink and looked in the mirror.

In the mirror was a handsome young man. The reason why I used the word "handsome" was because his face was feminine. He had an oval face, a pair of big almond eyes, and two thin silkworm eyebrows. To be honest, if he put on a mask, someone would definitely think he was a woman, and a pretty one at that. It was the straight nose and the seagull-like curved lips that added a bit of heroism to his face, which pulled him back from the edge of being too feminine.

After looking at himself in the mirror for a while and adjusting his hair style, An Rusong nodded with satisfaction. He raised his hand and patted his face twice, muttering to himself: "What class are you, using the same name as me? Besides this face, do you have any other advantages? You are in your twenties, living in a basement, with no savings, no women, and no food if you don't work for a day."

He pursed his moist lips, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and cleverly outlined a mocking smile on his face. He sucked his teeth and muttered, "Okay, from now on, leave everything to me. You are responsible for providing a body, and I will be responsible for making his life wonderful. Go with peace of mind, brother."

An Rusong's self-talk seems confusing, but if it is explained, it is actually very simple - the body of "An Rusong" now has another "An Rusong" from the future world. In other words, the An Rusong who is talking to himself in front of the mirror now actually has a soul that has traveled through time. An Rusong was once an ordinary Korean, born in an ordinary peasant family in Wontongli, Gangwon Province. In addition to his parents and grandfather, there are three younger brothers and a younger sister in the family. In order to reduce the burden on his family, he ran to Seoul, oh, it was called Hancheng at the time, to find a job five years ago when he was just 90 years old. In the years since then, he has been working in a toy factory called "DreamToys", earning a monthly salary of won.

90 won sounds like a lot, but what about the reality? Just renting a basement like this one would cost a quarter of this salary. In addition, he had to remit a sum of money home every month. Therefore, after five years of hard work, An Rusong's predecessor was not penniless, but his bank account would not exceed eight figures.

As for the current "An Rusong", he was a programmer living in southern China in his previous life. However, unlike those programmers who went bald early, he was not interested in hard work, but only in making money. Therefore, in the years before his rebirth, he had been illegally selling the source code of various black and gray industries online, ranging from game plug-ins to gambling websites and even the source code of fourth-party payment platforms.

If you walk too much at night, you will inevitably encounter ghosts. After making money smoothly for a few years, he was inevitably targeted by the police. As a result, he was lucky enough to encounter a car accident while escaping. When he woke up again, he was already in Seoul, South Korea in 2007, parasitizing in his current body.

They come, the security!

It has been nearly a week since An Rushong was reborn into this body, and he has adjusted his mood. In fact, if he thinks about it carefully, he feels that rebirth is actually a good thing for him. At least he doesn't have to worry about being caught and put in jail.

Most importantly, this is Korea. Korea! Korea in 2007!

In his previous life, An Rushong was extremely envious of the extravagant and licentious life of Korean chaebols. Now, reborn into this era, he also wants to experience what it feels like to be a chaebol, a Korean chaebol.

Rubbing the face in the mirror, An Rushong exhaled lightly, then clenched his fist and made a cheering gesture.

Now is not the time to think so much. He is still a poor man living in a semi-basement. The life of a chaebol is still far away and a little scary for him. He was reborn as a Korean, not an Indian. He had to take one step at a time. It doesn't matter if he fantasizes occasionally, but if he indulges in fantasy and ignores reality, the inspirational story will become a funny joke.

After washing up, An Rushong returned to the narrow bedroom, changed his clothes, and went out under the scorching sun.

Since the beginning of 2000, there have been more and more Koreans in the Dalindong area of ​​Yongdengpu. These Koreans all came from China, and some of them are Han Chinese. In terms of ethnic origin, Koreans and Koreans are close relatives, so Koreans enjoy many preferential treatments in terms of permanent residency and naturalization. However, Koreans who come to Korea to make a living are also widely discriminated against. In the eyes of Koreans, these "poor relatives" are the source of social unrest, and they are all criminals. As a result, the Dalindong area has also become a chaotic place in the eyes of Seoul people, and the house rents here are lower than other places.

There are many Chinese restaurants and even Chinese signs on both sides of Daolin Road. However, due to the hot weather and the fact that it is not dinner time, there are few pedestrians on the street, making it seem a bit deserted.

An Rusong rode a worn-out Hyosung scooter out of the back alley and headed straight for Seongdong District. The "DreamToys" toy factory where he worked was located in Seongsu-dong, Seongdong District.

The toy factory "DreamToys", with its English name, sounds very high-end, but in fact, it is a small factory with only a dozen workers, and its business is to make vinyl toys.

In the past few years, the toy factory has been producing vinyl dolls, and the products are mainly exported to Japan. As far as An Rusong knows, the buyers of these dolls are some Japanese pachinko shops. The boss of the factory seems to know a Korean who is on the Japanese side. Under the care of the Korean, the boss's toy factory is not large in scale, but it is profitable.

However, the toy factory encountered trouble recently because the Korean in Japan who was familiar to the boss died, reportedly killed by a Chinese gang. Without the help of this Korean in Japan, the toy factory lost all its business overnight, and the thousands of vinyl dolls in stock became a backlog, and it was not known whether they could be sold.

Of course, An Rusong was not interested in these things. His ambition was to make a fortune and become a chaebol, not to stay in a hot workshop to make wax patterns. In his plan, as long as he got this month's salary, he would resign and leave. He already had a complete plan for what to do next.

(End of this chapter)