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Chapter 133 Tramp

There are homeless people in every city, such as the famous Kensington Street in America, the paradise on earth, and the majestic city beggars in Balat, the world's most populous country.

Of course, a developed country like the Great Cold Nether Country wouldn't have so many homeless people.
At least that's how it looks on the surface.

The sun is not scorching in Seoul in January. The temperature is minus one degree, which is a bit chilly, but definitely not cold enough to freeze you to death.

However, those who can sleep on the street in this temperature can still be called "warriors".

Myeongdong is the most prosperous commercial street in Seoul. Being a homeless person in this place will not make you starve to death.

There are plenty of leftover fried chicken, burgers, beer and drinks that tourists and local young people discard while shopping.

In front of the Chanel store, an elderly homeless man with a bald head, white beard, and dressed in clothes for all seasons was eating half a piece of fried chicken he picked up from the trash can.

He is a professional at opening treasure chests.

They are so professional that they have been doing this job longer than some young tourists have been alive.

If you want to eat the hottest fried chicken, you can’t use guerrilla warfare, as the success rate is too low.

At this time, we need to adopt the spirit of waiting and finding a trash can at the three-way intersection with the heaviest traffic.

Keeping your eyes on the target often brings extra rewards, such as picking up a cigarette that has just been smoked for two puffs.

After eating fried chicken, drink half a cup of ice cola and smoke a cigarette.

The old man looked at the young people hurrying along the road and gave a strange smile.

We are busy all the time just to fill our stomachs. What's wrong with just lying down like this?

Eat during the day and sleep in a homeless shelter at night.

No need to pay a mortgage, no need to mortgage payments, this is how life should be.

After eating and drinking, the old man leaned against the street corner and looked up at the super large screen on the top of the Samsung Real Estate Building across the street.

The screen plays various news and advertisements 24 hours a day, and if you're lucky, there will also be a live broadcast of a swimsuit model catwalk.

This is one of his few entertainment activities.

"Samsung Life Insurance protects you and your family."

"Lotte Mart New Year's Sale, 20% off on all products!"

Advertisements pop up one after another on the screen.

"Shit, hurry up and play the video of the beauties in swimsuits, you bastard, who wants to watch your commercials?"

The old man spat twice and turned his attention to the long-legged girl shopping. Myeongdong is a good place.

There is never a shortage of pretty girls.

Black and white stockings, big muscular legs, and all kinds of curvy young bodies.

The old man likes to lie down, not because he is tired, but because he can see a lot of different scenery.

For example, about 20% of girls who wear skirts when shopping go topless.

Although this ratio sounds exaggerated, it is absolutely true after years of practical statistics.

Wow, what a nice ass.
suddenly
The old man's attention was once again attracted by the big screen on the top of the Samsung Real Estate Building.

“Samsung Group invests!”

"Produced by the famous director Bong Joon-ho!"

"Starring national treasure actor Song Kang-ho!"

"The famous Chinese actor, detective Jiang Hanwen is participating in the show."

"Adapted from a true case! The Hancheng serial murder case! The confusing case, the thrilling pursuit of the murderer, the brutal method of committing the crime, the final showdown between justice and evil!"

"The movie Memories of Murder is now available nationwide! Welcome everyone to buy tickets and watch it!"

The old man's eyes widened.

The trailer on the screen played over and over again.

Those scenes are so familiar.

Old houses, factories, railroad tracks, rice fields, haystacks, policemen, female students,

And there's that little idiot with a bowl-cut hair.

That idiot who only knows how to play games.

As the scene of the fool being hit and killed by a train flashed by.

The old man in the corner twitched violently. He hugged his bald head, curled up like a shrimp, and rolled up his torn coat tightly.

Passersby looked at the old homeless man with his head buried in his clothes.

Many people felt sympathy.

It was really pitiful that he was still wandering in such cold weather. People kept taking out a few coins from their pockets and throwing them in front of the old man.

Then he shook his head and sighed and left.

"Woooooo~~~~"

The old tramp was crying like a dying old dog. "Hoo, hoo, Guanghao, my Guanghao."

"Wuwuwu~~My silly son~~Wuwuwu, if you were not dead, I would still have someone to talk to~~"

"Guang~~Hao, Dad, Dad is sorry for you! Dad is a beast, Dad deserves to die~~"

The tramp's sobbing was intermittent and could not be heard clearly.

Even among the homeless people, passers-by in Myeongdong have rarely seen anyone crying so sadly.

More and more passers-by are donating generously.

Soon there was a small pile of change in front of the old homeless man.

A kind-hearted person took a cloth bag, put the money in it, and placed it next to the old man.

It didn’t take too long, maybe she was tired of crying.

The old man gradually became silent, and soon he began to snor.

Night falls.

There are more people shopping and the noise on the street is noisier.

The old homeless man curled up in the corner finally woke up.

He wiped his stained old face and glanced at the purse beside him.

It was heavy, and there was actually quite a lot of money.

Above my head, the Samsung Real Estate big-screen advertisement was playing the trailer for the movie Memories of Murder.

The old man looked at it for a while, and his face seemed to become more energetic.

Carrying the bag of money, he walked towards the cinema across the street.

full.

All cinemas in Seoul are packed.

Employees at Samsung Group headquarters and all its subsidiaries have included watching the movie "Memories of Murder" in their performance evaluation.

Although most employees were sending regards to the chairman's family in their hearts.

But no matter how much you curse, you still have to watch it. The group's KPI assessment is no joke.

And if you don’t stand with the big boss, your life will become miserable.

This is especially true in the Republic of Samsung.

To put it another way, the movie was adapted from the Hancheng serial murder case, a case that is well-known in the country of Han.

Now that they dare to make it into a movie, it means the case has most likely been solved, or at least there has been great progress.

Out of curiosity, everyone is still willing to buy tickets to the cinema.

In this way, led by hundreds of thousands of Samsung Group employees and their hundreds of thousands of wives, children, relatives and friends, countless Han people entered the cinema.

This movie took only one night to go viral on Twitter and Instagram.

Movie check-in in Moments,

Forum discussion thread,

Plus the comments below the movie premiere only have one style.

Awesome!

【A masterpiece! Book the best movie of the year in advance. 】

[Shocking! Extremely shocking! So beautiful that it is incomparable. ]

[A collaboration between China and the mainland, a combination of art and literature, and a magical actor from the mainland. ]

[The director and the lead actor are both Jiang Hanwen?! Who is Jiang Hanwen? Is he an unknown little guy or a rising star! ? ]

[The case has been solved. Chinese internet celebrity Gossamer is in the Chinese film industry. Such acting skills are simply amazing. This is the acting skills of a great country actor. ]

Of course, none of this has anything to do with the old homeless man who just came out of the cinema.

He doesn't have a mobile phone, so naturally he doesn't have social media.

He stood at the entrance of the cinema, and the endless stream of young people automatically made way for him, trying to avoid getting close to this smelly old man.

"A homeless person still comes to the movies?"

"The cinema should ban homeless people from watching movies, it stinks."

The old man was carrying a cloth bag.

Sitting on the steps of the cinema as if no one was around.

There was no expression on his face.

He just muttered something in a voice that only he could hear.

“It’s time to end it.”

(End of this chapter)