Juhrong then reached into his trouser pocket. He took out his motorcycle key. "You go home with my motorbike. Tomorrow morning, you can go straight to your office by riding this motorbike. Maybe around nine in the morning, I will come to your office to pick up this motorbike."
"Don't bother." Hershyh shook his head vigorously. "I'll just take the train home."
"If you take the train, it's a roundabout route. You also have to transit twice. So just accept this key, please. I parked where I was yesterday," said Juhrong.
"But you have to come back to your office after this," said Hershyh.
"My workplace is not far from here. I can take public transportation."
"Okay." Hershyh finally nodded. He got up from the bench and took the key from Juhrong's hand.
"Mr. Jongharng, I'm leaving to go home first. Don't forget to look at the paintings inside."
Chioujen smiled. "Thank you Sir. I will definitely go inside to enjoy the paintings."
Hershyh patted Juhrong on the shoulder. Without wasting much time, he left from there. That person was walking fast. In an instant, Chioujen could no longer see him.
"So you have to come back to the office soon?" Chioujen turned to Juhrong.
Juhrong looked at his watch. "My boss gave us enough time to get rest and have dinner. At nine in the evening we have to gather again at the office. So I still have time. Don't worry, Sir."
Someone came out of the building. Straight away, he approached Chioujen.
"Why didn't Uncle come inside?" The person had a worried look on his face.
"Mr. Juhrong will have to return to his office later," said Chioujen. "So he doesn't have much time."
"My name is Mingju Tsaehorng. I am a friend of Mr. Jongharng." Tsaehorng introduced himself to Juhrong. He also gave his business card to Juhrong.
"Mingju? Are you related to the Mingju Family that owns Shindongchaang?" Juhrong's eyes widened.
"That's right , Sir. It's my family's business. But I don't work there. I started my own business."
"One of the subsidiaries in the Shindongchaang group of companies is a client of the company I work for. Nice to meet you, Mr. Mingju."
"Have you eaten?" Asked Tsaehorng.
Juhrong shook his head. "I haven't had dinner yet, Sir! But my boss gave us time so we can eat and drink enough before working hard until tomorrow morning."
"What time should you arrive back at the office?"
"Nine o'clock Sir. So there's still plenty of time."
"Then let's have dinner first. Incidentally, I haven't had dinner either," said Tsaehorng. "This time I'm the treat."
"Thank you, Sir," said Juhrong.
"Did you bring your own vehicle?" Asked Tsaehorng.
"I came here on a motorbike, Sir. But my friend brought the motorbike home."
"After dinner, I'll take you back to the office," said Tsaehorng.
"Again, thank you, Sir!"
"Uncle Jongharng, what do you want to eat?"
Chioujen nodded politely. "Anything is fine."
"What about Mister Juhrong?"
Juhrong grinned widely. "I can eat anything, Sir."
"We're leaving now," Tsaehorng said.
The three of them then walked towards where Tsaehorng had parked his car.
Juhrong then reached into his trouser pocket. He took out his motorcycle key. "You go home with my motorbike. Tomorrow morning, you can go straight to your office by riding this motorbike. Maybe around nine in the morning, I will come to your office to pick up this motorbike."
"Don't bother." Hershyh shook his head vigorously. "I'll just take the train home."
"If you take the train, it's a roundabout route. You also have to transit twice. So just accept this key, please. I parked where I was yesterday," said Juhrong.
"But you have to come back to your office after this," said Hershyh.
"My workplace is not far from here. I can take public transportation."
"Okay." Hershyh finally nodded. He got up from the bench and took the key from Juhrong's hand.
"Mr. Jongharng, I'm leaving to go home first. Don't forget to look at the paintings inside."
Chioujen smiled. "Thank you Sir. I will definitely go inside to enjoy the paintings."
Hershyh patted Juhrong on the shoulder. Without wasting much time, he left from there. That person was walking fast. In an instant, Chioujen could no longer see him.
"So you have to come back to the office soon?" Chioujen turned to Juhrong.
Juhrong looked at his watch. "My boss gave us enough time to get rest and have dinner. At nine in the evening we have to gather again at the office. So I still have time. Don't worry, Sir."
Someone came out of the building. Straight away, he approached Chioujen.
"Why didn't Uncle come inside?" The person had a worried look on his face.
"Mr. Juhrong will have to return to his office later," said Chioujen. "So he doesn't have much time."
"My name is Mingju Tsaehorng. I am a friend of Mr. Jongharng." Tsaehorng introduced himself to Juhrong. He also gave his business card to Juhrong.
"Mingju? Are you related to the Mingju Family that owns Shindongchaang?" Juhrong's eyes widened.
"That's right , Sir. It's my family's business. But I don't work there. I started my own business."
"One of the subsidiaries in the Shindongchaang group of companies is a client of the company I work for. Nice to meet you, Mr. Mingju."
"Have you eaten?" Asked Tsaehorng.
Juhrong shook his head. "I haven't had dinner yet, Sir! But my boss gave us time so we can eat and drink enough before working hard until tomorrow morning."
"What time should you arrive back at the office?"
"Nine o'clock Sir. So there's still plenty of time."
"Then let's have dinner first. Incidentally, I haven't had dinner either," said Tsaehorng. "This time I'm the treat."
"Thank you, Sir," said Juhrong.
"Did you bring your own vehicle?" Asked Tsaehorng.
"I came here on a motorbike, Sir. But my friend brought the motorbike home."
"After dinner, I'll take you back to the office," said Tsaehorng.
"Again, thank you, Sir!"
"Uncle Jongharng, what do you want to eat?"
Chioujen nodded politely. "Anything is fine."
"What about Mister Juhrong?"
Juhrong grinned widely. "I can eat anything, Sir."
"We're leaving now," Tsaehorng said.
The three of them then walked towards where Tsaehorng had parked his car.
