Hoarding in Hell Novel

"Yes, yes! That's right. For what?"

Although Song Jimin has little interest in doing Hunter Knee Dungeon, he did know about Kang Hyunmoo.

He appeared on the news several times, and above all, it was because he portrayed his younger brother, Song Yeo-Woon, with great exaggeration.

According to his brother's description, Kang Hyunmoo was more like a monster or demon than a human, but Hyunmoo who came to visit seemed just like a normal person with good body.

"I'm here to see some work."

Hyunmoo casually handed out the ticket to Song Ji-min.

Song Ji-min, who took his ticket, found his contact information written in his brother's handwriting on the back of him.

He said he would hand out tickets to his teammates and took a handful of them, but I'm sure he'll even give them to famous people like Kang Hyunmoo.

"Yes, yes. Welcome."

Song Ji-min guided Hyunmoo, trying to smile somehow.

Kang Hyunmoo was the first big hand to appear since the show started. Now is your chance to sell even one piece of art.

Song Ji-min showed Hyunmoo the works and began to explain various works.

However, for Song Ji-min, the image of the Hunters was not very different from the image of Song Yeo-woon.

In other words, he saw the possibility that he was almost ignorant of art.

Even if they are interested, most of the hunters who are already making a lot of money buy famous works.

Hyunmoo expected what it would be like, but he also looked like he knew and didn't know.

“So, this wave… is it a wave? Is this an expression of the painter’s melancholy and frustration?”

"Yeah. It metaphorically describes the emotional moment when the waves that were gently boiling in the ocean rush to a new beach you don't know and crush you..."

"What kind of frustration did the painter go through?"

"Isolated from the general public and took on the challenge of abstract art that focused only on the tastes of the fixed art enjoyment class, and at the same time clearly felt the limitations of myself..."

Song Jimin sighed without commenting. As Hyunmoo looked at him, Jimin Song bowed his head with a tired expression and apologized.

"I'm sorry. To be honest, I don't know what I'm talking about because this wasn't drawn by me. But it seems that the teacher wasn't particularly interested, and I'm sorry that I feel like I'm forcing myself to continue."

"Did you get tea?"

"Yeah, a little bit more."

Had it been normal, I would never have said such a thing.

However, I did not want to burden Hyunmoo, who must have been forced to come because of the ticket Song Yeo-Woon gave him. Perhaps what he needs is stillness.

"Okay. Then, let's get right to the topic. I thought it would be embarrassing if I just proceeded without explanation, so I tried to listen to it a little... This isn't Song Ji-min's work, is it?"

"Yes? Yes. My work is here..."

Song Ji-min pointed to the paintings and statues on one wall.

"Originally, I also did sculpture, but I heard that I had to go to ancient Greece to get a job in the Department of Philosophy and Sculpture..."

"okay."

Hyunmoo said while beckoning from the beginning of Song Ji-min's work to the end.

"I'll buy them all. How much?"

"Yes?"

"The price. It's the first time I've bought a work of art like this. It's not even with a price tag attached."

"Uh, uh, that's..."

Usually, in exhibitions, creators set their own prices, and depending on the subject, they receive only the cost of materials.In many cases, the buyer offers a reasonable price. But when that moment came, Song Ji-min did not let go of his mouth. Even buying them all?

"Three... thirty?"

"Three billion?"

What is this person saying with a serious expression?

Song Jimin froze when he actually heard the numbers he had never even thought of, no, to be honest, even though he had only imagined it.

Song Ji-min tried to correct 300,000 won per work, but Hyunmoo was already taking a blank check from his pocket and writing it down.

In an instant, Song Ji-min, who received a check with 9 zeros after 2, wondered if this was real.

Is your brother joking? Is this real money? All kinds of thoughts were going around. Then Hyunmoo snapped his fingers outward.

Then the men and women in suits who were waiting outside rushed in.

"Move with care. Because they are precious works."

From white gloves to packaging equipment. They were not daily workers who just came to move luggage, but were experienced people who only managed expensive artworks.

The last person to enter was carrying two heavy bags.

Hyunmoo received the bag and unfolded it in front of Jimin Song. There were countless bundles of 50,000 won bills, one by one.

Seeing the cash, Song Jimin's mind flashed.

“500 million won per bag. A total of 1 billion won. Since I’m still a beginner in society, I thought this would be enough, but as expected, she calls me boldly like Song Yeo-woon’s older sister.”

"Uh uh huh! Wait a minute. I think you've misunderstood something!"

"There is no misunderstanding. Song Ji-min."

Hyunmoo said, putting the bag in Jimin's hand. Song Ji-min's waist wobbled at the heavy weight.

"If you are uncomfortable carrying it, we will attach someone to you."

"Oh, no, that's not it! You don't know about my work! You didn't even look at it properly! But why are you paying such a high price for it? Is it because of your younger brother? Anything to Yeo Woon?"

"Mr. Song Yeo-Woon is okay. It will continue to be so. Just take good care of me."

Then Hyunmoo said as if he had remembered something.

"Ah, maybe... I don't even know the true value of my work, but I'm like a pawn who collects things haphazardly, so it hurts the pride of an artist?"

"Yes?"

"Actually, no matter how much money you have, you can't trade it for the pride of an artist. It's just embarrassing that I thought of a good painter with a vulgar way of thinking.

Just five minutes ago, Song Ji-min, who had thought that it would be good for someone to appreciate his work, grabbed Hyunmoo's hand and grabbed it.

"Nope."

It was too much money to refuse because it was sudden.

For Song Ji-min, who has not yet paid off all of his student loans, it was an amount that could be guaranteed not only for immediate debt but also for retirement.

"On the contrary, I am truly grateful that you praised my insufficient work so highly."

Hyunmoo smiled broadly.

"I'm glad the deal was made."

"Uh, but why don't you just tell me why you're buying my art like this?"

Hyunmoo looked at Song Jimin.

"Do you like spiders?"

"Yeah, huh, spider? I can't even look at things with more than six legs?"

After making a complicated expression for a while, Hyunmoo tapped Song Ji-min on the shoulder.

“Well, there are signs that it will be booming in the future, so let’s say so. Ji-Min Song, rest assured that you will focus on your work. Even if you wake up, don’t be interested in Hunter or anything, and don’t keep looking at the spider. Oh, and contact me whenever you make a work. Please. I'll buy it for you at the price you're asking."

Hyunmoo left Song Ji-min's nagging words once more and disappeared along with a plethora of artworks.

In the exhibition hall, which was empty in an instant, only Song Ji-min and a bag full of cash remained.

***

When Kang Hyunmoo, who had been rumored to have died, resumed his activities, not only the hunter world but also all walks of life paid attention with great interest.

Kang Hyunmoo already had a small influence not only on hunters but also on industry and politics.

The industry is dominated by the high-quality items produced by the Almighty Ryeon and high-purity crystal moss that is only supplied secretly.

The political world has a connection with Park Gyu, who is in power in the government, as well as an influence that controls even the mayor of Seoul City and has the right to command the military.

Those who are quick-witted have already felt that Hyunmoo is casting a shadow over the whole of Korea without realizing it.

When Hyunmoo disappeared for nearly 50 days, and as soon as he appeared, his actions were to buy art, his attention quickly turned to artist Song Ji-min.

"What are you doing?"

"Because you're an artist, sister."

Taesung Group's headquarters, the top-floor penthouse.

Its original purpose was for hospitality, but it was actually used as the personal office and residential space of the Taesung Group ruler.

Secretly described as a throne among the company's employees, the residence of this office was none other than a woman in her mid-thirties.

She said the woman lit a cigarette in her mouth.

"Do you know who doesn't understand that? What kind of artist is that guy Kang Hyunmoo interested in?"

Lee Ji-tae looked at her older sister, Lee Seo-yeon, with her frown.

“I heard that you are a freshman who just graduated from art college. I checked to see if there are still works, but other auction officials besides the one Kang Hyunmoo bought were swept away.

"I took a quick look. There are some graduation works left at school. I bought them just in case, but they didn't seem worth that much."

Seo-yeon Lee continued with a smile.

"A person named Kang Hyunmoo seems to have a deep heart, but he only does things that do not mean anything. If you care about this type of person, you will get caught up. Just like you."

"sister."

Lee Ji-tae cleared her anger and looked at her Lee Seo-yeon.

However, Seo-yeon Lee taps her desk and she shoots at Lee Ji-tae.

"You are the one who asked Kang Hyunmoo to be interested in and invest in him. But instead of getting results, he's only doing things that aren't known. I watch you play Hunter, but if it continues like this, you won't be able to see it in the future."

"play?"

Lee Ji-tae was Korea's number 1 hunter and, until Kang Hyunmoo, was Korea's only 5-star capable person.

Even in the world, fewer than ten teams have attacked the 5-star dungeon. But Seo-yeon Lee was calling it a game.

"Play. Then."

Seo-yeon Lee said with a snort at her.

"I wouldn't do that if I had the powers you have. You'll be achieving results you couldn't even dream of. You don't know what powers you have or how to use them. You're just preoccupied with righteous role-play." Shouldn't I call it a game? It's helpful for image marketing, so I'm just letting it go, otherwise I'd have stopped it sooner."

Lee Ji-tae shut her mouth tightly and looked at Lee Seo-yeon.

"In that respect, Kang Hyunmoo is better. At least he knows how to use his power. He uses it very actively. Unlike anyone else, he is not bound by his own useless rules."

Seo-yeon Lee is not a talented person. But even though she could wake up at any time, she just wasn't doing it. As long as you have money, you can wake up anytime.

However, she occupied the position of de facto ruler of Taeseong without any powers.

Taeseong, who had a clear tradition of inheriting the eldest son, did not give up his place to women.

Lee Seo-yeon, who was only her third daughter, had a lower line of succession than her youngest, Lee Ji-tae. But she actually didn't.

A year after the sudden death of her father, who was her predecessor, her second child went to jail for drug smuggling, and her eldest brother was hospitalized unconscious.After that, Seo-yeon Lee took the position of vice president and became an actual manager.

He was the biggest beneficiary, but there was no evidence anywhere that Seo-yeon Lee intervened.

However, Lee Ji-tae was convinced that he might have been in a similar situation if he had not declared that he only insisted on his activities as the head of the Hunter Clan, and that he had no interest in managing the Taeseong Group.

He said, 'Of course you can't physically do anything to me, but... … .'

There are many ways to degrade people socially. Humans are not solitary creatures.

Lee Ji-tae tried to find out what premonitions Lee Seo-yeon had, but he felt nothing.

It was Lee Seo-yeon who was more difficult to understand than his eldest brother, who was unconscious.

Lee Ji-tae said as if making excuses.

“Tae-seong is already taking over Korea. Even if Kang Hyunmoo exerted a great influence, wouldn’t it be meaningless?”

The Taesung group had dominated Korea long before Hyunmoo appeared.

What Hyunmoo was trying to do was already something that Taesung had been doing for decades.

No matter what government or power dominates the Republic of Korea, Taeseong should firmly cast a shadow.

However, Seo-yeon Lee did not seem to have any intention of letting it loose even the slightest bit.

"You shouldn't give Kang Hyunmoo a chance to become Tae-sung's alternative. If you can't prevent the possibility of becoming an alternative, you should make it on our side."

Seo-yeon Lee raised her hands and said.

"Congratulations! You may be right in that regard. Your delusional prophecies are helpful sometimes.

Lee Seo-yeon took a deep breath and continued talking.

“So I contacted the Compatible Mama Clan. Almighty Ryeon is now in second place, so I want to move the weight.”

"Did you contact Park Do-ryung?"

Lee Ji-tae raised his eyebrows and walked towards Lee Seo-yeon.

"I did. Then."

Seo-yeon Lee answered, raising her lips.

"Your pride can't hurt Tae-seong any more. In the Northern Expedition, compatible mama will also participate in the war as Tae-seong's alliance. I've been crouching for a long time, so I'd like to stretch out a bit.

Lee Ji-tae sharpened his teeth and approached Seo-yeon Lee's nose.

The power and hatred that could destroy Lee Seo-yeon at once, even immediately, fluttered at his fingertips.

However, while feeling his deep anger, Lee Seo-yeon looked at Lee Ji-tae with gloomy eyes without a change in expression.

It was a familiar gaze to Lee Ji-tae.

sympathetic eyes.

Lee Seo-yeon took a deep breath and spit it in Lee Ji-tae's face. Cigarette smoke hit his face and scattered.

"Even after eating 30, you're still acting like a child. Ji-tae."

“……”

"Yeah. He's become so kind, so he might be still alive. But you can't be Kang Hyunmoo's opponent. That's the same reason you always lose to me."

Seo-yeon Lee grabbed Lee Ji-tae's hand and pulled him closer. It was a hand that had the power to turn Lee Seo-yeon into a tired porridge right away.

However, Seo-yeon Lee lit a cigarette in her hand and put it out.

She said after holding a cigarette butt in Lee Ji-tae's hand.

"Go away."

Lee Ji-tae didn't answer.

But she already knew that in the end she would be up to his sister's will.

The next day, Park Do-ryung, the director of the compatible mama, broke the hiding place and announced the resumption of activities.

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