“Thank you for coming.
“I am Jeon Dae-kwang.”
The man folded the paper with the other person's name written on it in half, then immediately handed over his business card.
The continuous movement was fast and natural, like the operation of a well-oiled machine.
His movements, along with his resonant voice and gentle expression, gave him the impression of a sophisticated travel agent.
“Oh, yes……, I have a business card…….”
The other person, perhaps not expecting a business card exchange, fumbled in his suit pocket with a flustered gesture.
(syncopation)
As befitting an airport known as China's 'economic capital,' the spacious waiting room wasn't just teeming with people.
The sound of so many people chatting freely seemed to lift the high ceiling even higher.
Those loud noises weren't just due to the exchange of words.
There were more sounds of cell phones ringing.
The Chinese people, despite using cutting-edge telephones with excellent radio transmission performance, somehow managed to shout at the top of their lungs.
With the rapid pace of economic development, the number of cell phone users is increasing day by day, and the buzzing noise is bound to become more intense.

---From "Clean Money, Dirty Money"

The Chinese word guanxi is written in Chinese characters as relationship (關係), and its meaning can be understood as a combination of 'connection? backing? network'.
It was a chronic disease of Korean society, something that was caused by a combination of school ties, regional ties, and blood ties that were ruining the country.
Because of this guanxi, which cannot be seen or touched, yet clearly exists, foreign companies that first entered China had to go through difficulties like wandering through a jungle for a while, stepping on empty spaces, falling down, getting lost and being confused.
But fortunately, Jeon Dae-gwang was in a relationship with Xiang Xinyuan.
So, Xiang Xinyuan secretly asked Jeon Dae-gwang to take care of his cousin's business.
Because I believed that confidentiality would be completely guaranteed.
It was also thanks to Xiang Xinyuan that Jeon Dae-gwang was promoted to manager faster than others.
Xiang Xinyuan always facilitated Jeon Dae-gwang's company's import and export business, which led to Jeon Dae-gwang's rapid promotion.
---From "I am the master of my life"

“Born in 1977, Chinese name Wang Lingling, American name Sophia.
MBA from Berkeley University.
Entered China in 2004.
Real estate companies, construction companies, chemical companies, securities companies, etc… … .
You have good reasoning skills.
“What suspicions do you have?”
As if telling him to guess, Ito Hideo stared at Toyotomi Araki.
“Hey, look at this.” Toyotomi Araki wiped his lips as if his mouth was watering, and said, “If you were born in 1977, how old are you?” His expression was one of bewilderment.
“Thirty-four, what?”
Shiro Ishihara, who had been silent until now, spoke bluntly.
“Isn’t this the real problem woman full of suspicions?
“Why did you graduate from the most prestigious universities in the US, such as Harvard East and Berkeley West? Why do you have both a Chinese name and an American name? What is the background of having so many companies in China in less than 10 years since entering the market in 2004? In capitalism, where money is everything, you can’t have achieved that with nothing. And whose family does that belong to?”
Toyotomi Araki said in a tone that he was extremely offended.
“Yes, you have covered everything very well.
“It’s a setting that’s just like the heroine of a detective novel, but the fact that it’s so difficult to figure out what’s going on makes it even more like a detective novel.”
---From "Law of the Jungle, Survival of the Fittest"

“Does Yanling also think Chairman Mao is God?”
“I also guessed that Jaehyung would find that problem strange.
Hmm… … , well, what should I say, as time goes by, he feels like a god… … .
No, that's not the correct answer, and wouldn't it be okay to worship him as a god... ..., that kind of thought keeps getting deeper.
As we live, whenever something happens, there are times when we suddenly want to pray to someone.
“At times like that, the person who comes to mind is Chairman Mao.” Li Yanling spoke slowly, her face serious, as if she was summarizing the thoughts deep in her heart.
"Why Chairman Mao? Jesus is a bit distant from China, but there's Buddha, Confucius, Bodhidharma, Guan Yu... there are many, many figures the Chinese worship as gods."
“Not a lot.
There are many, but the targets are so far away that it doesn't seem like they will be effective... no, it doesn't seem like they will be very effective.
Instead, Chairman Mao is likely to be of great help if he stays close to us.”
“Even though you knew full well that he was human?”
Song Jae-hyung made a pitiful expression.

---From "College Students' Guts"

The life of a businessperson may be more vain than that of a farmer.
Farmers use land as capital and reap the harvest by receiving the blessings of nature, but what about the merchant?
Aren't they a swarm of moths chasing that great being who crowned the absolute power of exchange value with the illusion of money, which is nothing more than a drawing on a piece of paper?
Capitalism is an ideology that worships money as its god.
It is honest, straightforward, and simple, yet cruel and merciless.
The mercenaries who fought on the front lines of the silent war to obtain as many items as possible with the power of the gods were the Sangsawon.
What do you gain by fighting like that…?
What do you get… … .
What kept growing in the face of that question was doubt and sadness.
Even though no one dies after taking revenge on money, the lives of the executives who have spent their entire lives chasing money, running around in a desperate manner, ultimately end in a miserable old age, hanging on to a paltry retirement pay.
It was an inescapable sadness and emptiness.
The sight of my seniors' drooping backs sliding down the icy slopes after they passed the age of 50 was not something that happened to me alone.

---From "The Business of Friendship"