Jongharng Chioujen and Mingju Tsaehorng had arrived in front of the building where the painting exhibition was being held. Traffic was a little heavier than they had expected. But they were not too late. Chioujen looked at his watch. It's almost six and a quarter. The person named Juhrong had not yet seen his nose bridge.
"I hope we don't have to wait too long," Chioujen muttered.
Tsaehorng nodded. "I'll go inside first, Uncle. I have important things to do."
"Please." Chioujen smiled.
"After Mr. Juhrong arrives, Uncle, please invite him to come inside. It's more comfortable to talk inside the building."
"Okay." Chioujen answered curtly.
After that, Tsaehorng went straight into the building. Chioujen looked around him. There was a long bench there. He immediately moved and sat down on the bench.
About fifteen minutes of waiting there, a man appeared. He didn't enter the building. The man stood in front of the building's entrance while looking around. After watching the person for about ten seconds, Chioujen got up from the bench and walked over to the person.
"Excuse me, Sir! Are you looking for someone?" Chioujen said those words in as polite a tone as possible.
"That's right, Sir," said the man. "I'm looking for a person named Jongharng Chioujen."
Chioujen smiled as he bowed. "I am Jongharng Chioujen," he blurted. "Let's go inside, Sir."
The person looked doubtful. But it wasn't for long. When his mouth opened, a quite loud sound was heard.
"Look, Sir! I'm not Mr. Juhrong. At this time, Mr. Juhrong still can't come here. His work isn't finished yet. So he sent me here to tell this to you."
"What time will he get here?"
"He said that by seven o'clock it would be here."
"Before seven?"
"That's right, Sir!"
"Thank you," Chioujen said.
"I'll join you in waiting here until Mr. Juhrong arrives."
"It's okay, Sir," Chioujen said. "If you still have other business, I will not interfere."
"Mr. Juhrong said that I should stay here until he comes, Sir."
"All right. Let's just sit on the bench." Chioujen pointed at the bench where he had been sitting earlier.
They both then sat on the bench. The first five minutes, they said nothing. Each was preoccupied with their own thoughts. But then, Chioujen felt he need to know the identity of the person sitting with him.
"If I may ask, what's your name?"
"My name is Hershyh Goangjyh."
"Do you work in the same place as Mr. Juhrong?"
"No, Sir! I am his neighbor. We live in the same apartment building. We used to go home together. Because my working hours ended earlier than he did, after my working hours were over, I always went to Mr. Juhrong's place of work. Coincidentally, my workplace is also very close to Mr. Juhrong's workplace. He brings a motorcycle, so I always ride with him." Hershyh laughed as he explained this to Chioujen.
"Is your apartment building far from here?"
"It's quite far, Sir. Using a motorbike greatly shortens travel time. So I don't get home too late."
"Are you commuting together every day?"
"No, Sir. I go to work alone. My working hours start an hour before Mr. Juhrong's working hours. If I go with him, I will definitely be late. And I don't do that every day either. Usually from five working days a week, I only go home with him three times. Because twice a week, Mr. Juhrong has another schedule after work."
"So, yesterday you didn't come home with Mr. Juhrong?"
"No, Sir. But I accompanied him here. I intended to see the painting exhibition. I knew nothing about painting, but many friends in the office were talking about this exhibition so I decided to see it, so I could follow their conversation."
"Are you still here when Mr. Juhrong met his friend?"
"You mean Mr. Hertyan? The person who works as a nurse?"
"Do you know Mr. Hertyan?"
Jongharng Chioujen and Mingju Tsaehorng had arrived in front of the building where the painting exhibition was being held. Traffic was a little heavier than they had expected. But they were not too late. Chioujen looked at his watch. It's almost six and a quarter. The person named Juhrong had not yet seen his nose bridge.
"I hope we don't have to wait too long," Chioujen muttered.
Tsaehorng nodded. "I'll go inside first, Uncle. I have important things to do."
"Please." Chioujen smiled.
"After Mr. Juhrong arrives, Uncle, please invite him to come inside. It's more comfortable to talk inside the building."
"Okay." Chioujen answered curtly.
After that, Tsaehorng went straight into the building. Chioujen looked around him. There was a long bench there. He immediately moved and sat down on the bench.
About fifteen minutes of waiting there, a man appeared. He didn't enter the building. The man stood in front of the building's entrance while looking around. After watching the person for about ten seconds, Chioujen got up from the bench and walked over to the person.
"Excuse me, Sir! Are you looking for someone?" Chioujen said those words in as polite a tone as possible.
"That's right, Sir," said the man. "I'm looking for a person named Jongharng Chioujen."
Chioujen smiled as he bowed. "I am Jongharng Chioujen," he blurted. "Let's go inside, Sir."
The person looked doubtful. But it wasn't for long. When his mouth opened, a quite loud sound was heard.
"Look, Sir! I'm not Mr. Juhrong. At this time, Mr. Juhrong still can't come here. His work isn't finished yet. So he sent me here to tell this to you."
"What time will he get here?"
"He said that by seven o'clock it would be here."
"Before seven?"
"That's right, Sir!"
"Thank you," Chioujen said.
"I'll join you in waiting here until Mr. Juhrong arrives."
"It's okay, Sir," Chioujen said. "If you still have other business, I will not interfere."
"Mr. Juhrong said that I should stay here until he comes, Sir."
"All right. Let's just sit on the bench." Chioujen pointed at the bench where he had been sitting earlier.
They both then sat on the bench. The first five minutes, they said nothing. Each was preoccupied with their own thoughts. But then, Chioujen felt he need to know the identity of the person sitting with him.
"If I may ask, what's your name?"
"My name is Hershyh Goangjyh."
"Do you work in the same place as Mr. Juhrong?"
"No, Sir! I am his neighbor. We live in the same apartment building. We used to go home together. Because my working hours ended earlier than he did, after my working hours were over, I always went to Mr. Juhrong's place of work. Coincidentally, my workplace is also very close to Mr. Juhrong's workplace. He brings a motorcycle, so I always ride with him." Hershyh laughed as he explained this to Chioujen.
"Is your apartment building far from here?"
"It's quite far, Sir. Using a motorbike greatly shortens travel time. So I don't get home too late."
"Are you commuting together every day?"
"No, Sir. I go to work alone. My working hours start an hour before Mr. Juhrong's working hours. If I go with him, I will definitely be late. And I don't do that every day either. Usually from five working days a week, I only go home with him three times. Because twice a week, Mr. Juhrong has another schedule after work."
"So, yesterday you didn't come home with Mr. Juhrong?"
"No, Sir. But I accompanied him here. I intended to see the painting exhibition. I knew nothing about painting, but many friends in the office were talking about this exhibition so I decided to see it, so I could follow their conversation."
"Are you still here when Mr. Juhrong met his friend?"
"You mean Mr. Hertyan? The person who works as a nurse?"
"Do you know Mr. Hertyan?"
