Juger was the surname of one strategist who lived in ancient times when their ancestors still lived in the old world. According to the saga, Juger, who was this strategist, was a very genius person. Not everyone with the surname Juger was indeed a genius, but that's the impression people get when they hear the name "Juger."
"I'm not smart, Sir," Juger Chiouwoei laughed politely. It was obvious that he had guessed what the people there had in mind. Maybe he was used to such situations.
"You can drive a car, can't you?" Shannchyuan asked Tsaehorng.
"Of course, I can, Uncle," replied Tsaehorng firmly. "Why would Uncle ask like that?"
"If you don't mind, later, after this, you're the one driving the car. Let your driver rest here for a few hours."
"Okay, Uncle! I will." Tsaehorng nodded.
A beeper sounded. Tsaehorng took the pager from his shirt pocket.
"Ouch!" He shouted when he read the message displayed on the pager screen.
"What's wrong? Do you suddenly have a business you need to attend to?" Shannchyuan raised his eyebrows.
"No, Uncle. But there are some documents I need to sign quickly," said Tsaehorng.
"Didn't you say you've delegated everything earlier?" Jenqyih tilted her head.
"That's right, Uncle. But there are always unexpected things like this."
"So what? Should you go now?" Yihshyong's voice sounded a little worried.
"No, Uncle. My assistant will come here with the documents."
"Then that's fine. There's no need to rush. We still have a long way to go." Iren was relieved.
"That means everything is still under control." Shannchyuan nodded with a smile.
Done eating, Shannchyuan and his friends took turns showering. Except for those who were taking a shower, everyone was sitting in the living room watching television. Every now and then, they talk or comment on the television programs they watch.
Meanwhile, Tsaehorng waited for his assistant to arrive. But this time is not the same as yesterday. Tsaehorng had to wait quite a while.
"Your assistant took so long," Jenqyih said.
"They have to wait for the documents to come first, Uncle," replied Tsaehorng.
"They don't have the documents?" Irene asked.
"The document was sent to my parents' house. So, earlier, when I got the news via pager, the document was on its way from my parents' house to the painting exhibition. My parents' house is far from here, so it did take a while. As soon as the documents arrive at the exhibition venue, my assistant will immediately bring them here."
Tsaehorng explained the situation. Jenqyih and Iren nodded when they heard that. After waiting for some time, Tsaehorng's assistant finally appeared. Like yesterday, he came on a motorbike.
"Who's the other person?" Jenqyih asked when he saw that Tsaehorng's assistant had not come alone.
"They are both my assistants, Uncle," replied Tsaehorng.
The two assistants of Tsaehorng looked in stark contrast. One person wore a blue shirt, while the other wore a red one.
Tsaehorng then signed the documents they brought with them. The documents clearly have nothing to do with painting exhibition activities. As Tsaehorng had explained during their meeting a few days ago, apart from painting, Tsaehorng also had other activities. Activities that were related to commercial business activities.
"After this, you must fax these documents directly to them. After that, send some of these originals to that place." Tsaehorng gave his assistants additional instructions.
"Okay, Sir!" Tsaehorng's assistant, who was wearing a red shirt, nodded respectfully. Since the two arrived, only the person in the red shirt was always talking. Tsaehorng's other assistant, wearing a blue shirt, was silent.
"What we have to send there are the documents in this red folder, Sir!" The assistant in the red shirt opened his mouth again. He tried to confirm Tsaehorng's point.
"You're right. All these documents, you fax over there. But only the documents in this red folder that you have to send there. Remember, you have to send it by special express mail."
"Okay, Sir! We'll do our best!" Finally, Tsaehorng's assistant, the one wearing a blue shirt, opened his mouth.
Juger was the surname of one strategist who lived in ancient times when their ancestors still lived in the old world. According to the saga, Juger, who was this strategist, was a very genius person. Not everyone with the surname Juger was indeed a genius, but that's the impression people get when they hear the name "Juger."
"I'm not smart, Sir," Juger Chiouwoei laughed politely. It was obvious that he had guessed what the people there had in mind. Maybe he was used to such situations.
"You can drive a car, can't you?" Shannchyuan asked Tsaehorng.
"Of course, I can, Uncle," replied Tsaehorng firmly. "Why would Uncle ask like that?"
"If you don't mind, later, after this, you're the one driving the car. Let your driver rest here for a few hours."
"Okay, Uncle! I will." Tsaehorng nodded.
A beeper sounded. Tsaehorng took the pager from his shirt pocket.
"Ouch!" He shouted when he read the message displayed on the pager screen.
"What's wrong? Do you suddenly have a business you need to attend to?" Shannchyuan raised his eyebrows.
"No, Uncle. But there are some documents I need to sign quickly," said Tsaehorng.
"Didn't you say you've delegated everything earlier?" Jenqyih tilted her head.
"That's right, Uncle. But there are always unexpected things like this."
"So what? Should you go now?" Yihshyong's voice sounded a little worried.
"No, Uncle. My assistant will come here with the documents."
"Then that's fine. There's no need to rush. We still have a long way to go." Iren was relieved.
"That means everything is still under control." Shannchyuan nodded with a smile.
Done eating, Shannchyuan and his friends took turns showering. Except for those who were taking a shower, everyone was sitting in the living room watching television. Every now and then, they talk or comment on the television programs they watch.
Meanwhile, Tsaehorng waited for his assistant to arrive. But this time is not the same as yesterday. Tsaehorng had to wait quite a while.
"Your assistant took so long," Jenqyih said.
"They have to wait for the documents to come first, Uncle," replied Tsaehorng.
"They don't have the documents?" Irene asked.
"The document was sent to my parents' house. So, earlier, when I got the news via pager, the document was on its way from my parents' house to the painting exhibition. My parents' house is far from here, so it did take a while. As soon as the documents arrive at the exhibition venue, my assistant will immediately bring them here."
Tsaehorng explained the situation. Jenqyih and Iren nodded when they heard that. After waiting for some time, Tsaehorng's assistant finally appeared. Like yesterday, he came on a motorbike.
"Who's the other person?" Jenqyih asked when he saw that Tsaehorng's assistant had not come alone.
"They are both my assistants, Uncle," replied Tsaehorng.
The two assistants of Tsaehorng looked in stark contrast. One person wore a blue shirt, while the other wore a red one.
Tsaehorng then signed the documents they brought with them. The documents clearly have nothing to do with painting exhibition activities. As Tsaehorng had explained during their meeting a few days ago, apart from painting, Tsaehorng also had other activities. Activities that were related to commercial business activities.
"After this, you must fax these documents directly to them. After that, send some of these originals to that place." Tsaehorng gave his assistants additional instructions.
"Okay, Sir!" Tsaehorng's assistant, who was wearing a red shirt, nodded respectfully. Since the two arrived, only the person in the red shirt was always talking. Tsaehorng's other assistant, wearing a blue shirt, was silent.
"What we have to send there are the documents in this red folder, Sir!" The assistant in the red shirt opened his mouth again. He tried to confirm Tsaehorng's point.
"You're right. All these documents, you fax over there. But only the documents in this red folder that you have to send there. Remember, you have to send it by special express mail."
"Okay, Sir! We'll do our best!" Finally, Tsaehorng's assistant, the one wearing a blue shirt, opened his mouth.
