Chapter 128 (2/2)

“Oh, I see. Got it.”

The order of the mighty chairman.

Kanghyok could not refuse it.

He was also his benefactor.

When Kanghyok was a resident, he treated his secretary in the emergency room by chance. The chairman was most likely impressed by his service.

While walking, he strongly smelled something like old dirt. All the rooms on both sides of the hallway were full of antiques. At a glance, he felt that there were lots of antiques that an individual was not supposed to keep.

‘I heard the chairman was eccentric, but how come he called me here?'

Now, he was approaching the last room in the hallway. He found the door ajar, and heard somebody inside murmuring something. It must be the chairman's voice, but he had no idea what he was mumbling about.

‘Looks like it's not Korean language.'

When he stood before the door which was slightly open, he felt a little pitiful. “Ehem.”

“Come on in!”

Opening the sliding door, Kanghyok went in. He smelled the nice fragrance of tea.

‘Is it puer tea?'

He saw a very old man with grey hair sitting on a cus.h.i.+on. It was difficult to know how old he was by the look of his face.

According to the director, the chairman's face was still the same as that in his youth. The chairman had a ruddy complexion, plus ample proportions. He might have been a military general in the old days. At least, he was not sick enough to call for a house call.

“It's been a while!”

“Yes, you're right. How are you, chairman?”

“Hmmm.”

He stared at Kanghyok silently without even asking him to have a seat.

“As you're here, just check my blood pressure.”

“Yes, sir.”

How can he ask for a house call and then have Kanghyok, a surgeon, check his blood pressure? Kanghyok felt he should check his own first.

Controlling his troubled mind, he took out a sphygmomanometer.

“Can I have your arm?”

“Sure.”

“Your arm feels firm. It's normal, 120 over 80.”

“Really? Maybe because I play golf these days. It's good.” With a smile he sipped tea.

“Do you also enjoy tea?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Try this.”

Kanghyok sipped the tea he poured in a cup. He felt a bit relaxed at the sweet fragrance of the tea. Only then could he take a view of the room.

There was a variety of antiques and works of art that he felt he must have seen somewhere. In particular, the large sword hung on the wall behind his back looked impressive.

“Are you interested in antiques?”

At his question, Kanghyok smiled.

As he was previously a member of a calligraphy club back in college, he seemed a bit interested.

“Yes, I like it.”

“Really? Won't you look at this?” The chairman took out a scroll from a drawer carefully.

It was a very old and worn-out scroll.

As it was stained with red, it was difficult to identify whose portrait it was.

He felt the scroll was not valuable enough for the chairman of Chungmu Group to possess.

But he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Kanghyun began to focus on it before he knew.

The chairman said, as if he thought as much, “It's a great picture, isn't it?”

Though he spoke in a strange tone, Kanghyok didn't sense it. Something like a strong yearning felt from the picture was disturbing Kanghyok's focus.

“What did you say? This person, no, are there two here? Who is it?”

“I don't know exactly who it is. I see a sword right next to that…”

Obviously, the sword in the picture was the same as the one hung on the wall of his room.

There were also a swing, a lone rope, books, an inkstone, a brush and acupuncture needles in the picture.

It seemed the chairman knew something about the picture and he looked very anxious to inform Kanghyok about it.

But Kanghyok was still staring at the picture.

“This looks like a couple…”

Kanghyok pointed at the two shadows at the forefront. It was impossible to tell a man from a woman, but Kanghyok was sure it was a couple.

“Really? Does it look like a couple to you?”

“Well, I am not so sure, but…”

Kanghyok felt like he was enchanted by the picture.

Huck.

As if he was bewitched by something, Kanghyok put his hand on the scroll.

The chairman murmured, “Exactly,” but he did not stop Kanghyok.

The moment Kanghyok's hand touched the scroll, he felt the world was turned upside down.

He felt like he needed to hold onto something, but he could only hold onto the black bag he had.

He heard the chairman shouting in the distance, but he couldn't understand it as if it distorted into the buzzing of mosquitoes.

In what felt like no time at all, somebody shook Kanghyok to wake him up.

“Master, master! You are not going to sleep, are you?”

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