The Poison Demon Has a Plan.
The next afternoon.
As usual, I trained the Manryugwiwon Divine Art while preparing red beans and bungeoppang ingredients.
While the red beans simmered thoroughly, I practiced Ungi Haengong, and once they were fully cooked, I transferred them to containers.
The problem was that I needed a gas stove, so I couldn't do this work at the herb field.
Ah, should I just get a part-time job instead?
I went to the front of Sanwang Technical High School like yesterday.
Bureup!
The scammer ajumma shot me a sharp glare the moment she saw me.
She must have been furious after seeing the long line of people in front of my cart yesterday.
Heh.
Even her cursing gaze sounds like praise to me.
A phrase came to mind as I looked at her.
"Scratched, didn't you?"
"......Eeek!!"
Ajumma.
That's why you should have a kind heart.
As I unfolded my cart and prepared for business, three people were already waiting in line.
They were customers I'd seen yesterday.
"Should we line up here?"
"Ah, right. Oh my, I should have come out earlier."
One customer said.
"The bungeoppang was so delicious yesterday that when I brought it home, the kids made such a fuss asking if there was more!"
"Ah, that's really fortunate."
I already knew.
Last night, too, messages kept popping up saying my happiness points were rising.
"I'm buying ten today."
"Yes, but I'm planning to adjust the price a little."
I subtly showed them my newly made price sign.
[One piece: 4,000 won]
Did I raise it too much?
I felt a bit uncomfortable, but 200 servings was my limit.
If I prepared more ingredients, my training time would decrease.
Honestly, I could prepare more ingredients, but no matter how I thought about it, this was the maximum at a reasonable level.
But the customers were more receptive than expected!
"Even at 5,000 won it's worth buying! This taste is a first for me, you deserve to charge that much."
"I have no complaints either. Just please sell more."
"Yes, I'll try my best."
The customer standing behind also nodded with a beaming smile.
That's a relief.
So when I started selling bungeoppang, they sold immediately again.
"Go bankrupt, go bankrupt!"
The scammer Ajumma's cheering.
Ding-dong-dang.
The dismissal bell of Sanwang Technical High School rang.
Short skirts and boys came running.
"Oppa! Bungeoppang!"
"Oppa?"
"If you're handsome, you're Oppa."
"......Go stand in line over there."
Short skirt had even put on makeup, her face looked fresh. As for her skirt length.......
What's the point of talking about it?
Ehyu. It's the end times, the end times.
Her friends got in line.
Short skirt asked me.
"What's the shop's name?"
"I don't have one yet, but I've thought of something."
"What is it?"
"Napoli Matbungeo."
"Uek. That's totally lame."
She held something out to me.
"What's this?"
"You opened a shop, but don't have a sign. I made this."
The sign she was holding out.
She must have learned calligraphy or something; it was beautifully written on black hardboard.
Short skirt, you.
You've got some skills.
It's at the level of slapping the cheek of the Sage of Calligraphy Wang Xizhi!
The shop name was.
[Handsome Bungeoppang]
"It means the Bungeoppang is handsome, right?"
"It's a double meaning."
You know about things like that?
I think I underestimated you too much.
I looked at her and said.
"Thanks. Min-jeong."
"Heup!"
Hyeon Min-jeong, formerly Short skirt, covered her mouth with both hands.
Sobbing.
"Your name isn't Min-jeong? Your friend mentioned it yesterday?"
"O...... Oppa."
"What?"
【Hyeon Min-jeong, formerly Short skirt, is happy +100 Happiness】
Is she that happy just from me calling her name once?
【Min-jeong imagines a future with you. Three children, full points on the housing subscription account +100 Happiness】
St-stop it. You're a minor.
Today's business ended in an instant again.
4,000 won times 200 pieces. Total sales of 800,000 won.
And I earned a ton of happiness points too.
If there was a difference from yesterday.
【+3 Happiness】
Customers who ate my bungeoppang for the first time got +5 happiness. People eating it for the second time got +3 happiness.
Probably as they got used to it, the points decreased, but I had no complaints.
I continued doing business for a few more days.
After finishing business on Friday, I felt a bit anxious.
Tomorrow is Saturday.
The day Sanwang Technical High School students don't come to school.
A significant portion of my customers are students, so the number of customers would drastically decrease.
And vacation would start soon, too.
The next day.
"Should I go in front of Murim Tower?"
After thinking for a moment, I just went back to Sanwang Technical High School.
Without a car, it would be quite a task to go all the way to Murim Tower with this bungeoppang cart.
Should I save money and buy a used truck?
Ah, this guy Kim Tae-yang doesn't even have a license.
"Let's go to Sanwang Technical High School today, too."
I came out pulling the cart around the same time, and an unexpected scene unfolded.
"Huh?"
About twenty people were waiting for me.
"It's Saturday today, though?"
"That's why we came early."
"I couldn't eat any yesterday!"
There were my existing customers, Sanwang Technical High School students, and nearby residents.
"I came after seeing it on Byeolstar!"
"It looked so delicious!"
"You don't know? Oppa is a total celebrity."
"My friend knows too. She told me to buy some for her."
Short skirt and her friends must have posted on Byeolstar, and new customers came after seeing it.
"Wow, you're really handsome."
"You could be an entertainer. If you dressed up a bit."
"You don't get it. That tacky floral apron is the point."
Young women looked at me and gave thumbs up.
Haha. This.......
At this rate, there's no need to go all the way in front of Murim Tower, is there?
After quickly finishing business, I had a thick wad of cash.
"Not here today."
Maybe because it was Saturday, the scammer Ajumma with the cart next door wasn't visible.
I was about to fold up my cart.
Iyong! Iyong!
A police car parked across the street, and two police officers got out.
"Hey, hold on a moment."
A police officer called me.
"What's the matter?"
As I took off my work gloves and approached, one of them tilted his head.
"Huh? You?"
"Ah, hello."
It was that zealous detective.
The person I met when being investigated at the police station after Kim Tae-yang attempted an extreme choice and was discharged from the hospital.
"What was your name again?"
"Kim Tae-yang. You're Sergeant Lee Cheol-jung, right?"
"You remember my name?"
"You gave me your business card back then."
You told me to contact you if I had any difficulties.
But to think I'd see you while selling bungeoppang.
"What are you doing here?"
"Selling bungeoppang."
"......That was you?"
"Yes. Why?"
The police officers whispered to each other.
"Do you know that person?"
"I do. You know that young man who jumped from the bridge last time."
"Ah, back then......"
I asked the zealous detective Sergeant Lee Cheol-jung.
"What's the matter?"
"We got a report. That it's an illegal street stall."
"Pardon?"
"We don't usually respond to reports like this these days, but we've already gotten seven reports just today."
"Hmm."
It was obvious who reported it.
There was only one person who would gain even slightly from this report.
It could only be the scammer Ajumma.
Come to think of it.
Over there by the corner of Sanwang Technical High School's wall.
I could see a lady wearing a sun cap peeking her head out.
Swish.
I waved my hand at her, and she quickly hid her body.
......Still though.
A police sergeant from the station responds to an illegal street stall report?
Not even from a police box.
She must have connections she's relying on.
How pitiful. The eldest son of a poor family without connections.
I have no choice but to push through on my own.
The zealous detective said.
"You have to clear out. This is an illegal street stall."
Then my fans Min-jeong and Sanwang Technical High School girls approached.
"No! Don't bully our Oppa!"
"Hey now. This isn't something for students to get involved in. Move along."
"Ahhh! No! Protect our Oppa!"
The girls suddenly started sobbing and blocked in front of me.
Then the police also looked troubled.
I appeased my fans.
"Let's respect our police officers. Aren't they the people's walking sticks?"
"O, Oppa."
"Just a moment...... Bye."
"Oppaaaaa!"
I pushed away the wailing fans.
Sergeant Lee Cheol-jung sighs and speaks again.
"Hey, Kim Tae-yang. Clear out."
Heh. Not a chance.
I said to him.
"Do the police have the authority to remove street stalls?"
"What?"
"Maybe if the local government enforces it. But I haven't even received a warning notice yet. I'm not clearing out."
"This is obstruction of official duties!"
Sergeant Lee Cheol-jung raises his voice.
"Article 136 of the Criminal Act, the crime of obstructing official duties is a provision that punishes those who assault or threaten public officials performing their duties. I have not assaulted or threatened anyone."
"Kyaaah! Our Oppa is a brainy man!"
"Freaking smart!"
Cheers bursting out.
If it were Kim Tae-yang, maybe, but I, Dokma, will absolutely never just take it.
Revenge isn't something just anyone can do either.
Predicting the opponent's psychology, thorough investigation and realization according to plan.
Above all, how long have I rolled around in that harsh Gangho?
"Hey! Are you really going to be like this?"
Sergeant Lee Cheol-jung let out a deep sigh.
These days, as public safety worsens, police response and suppression are also harsh.
But my fans were already pointing their phone cameras at him, so he couldn't handle me roughly.
"I will clear out. But I'll come back and do business again."
"It's an illegal street stall that doesn't even pay taxes!"
Taxes? Heh.
"Who says it's illegal on their own authority?"
He looked dumbfounded and asked back.
"What?"
"I've already applied for business registration at the tax office, and a public official is scheduled to come for an on-site inspection. I'm counting sales with a counter, and it's exactly 200 servings sold per day so there can't be any mistakes. I'm keeping clean records too."
"......"
"I'll pay taxes accurately."
"Th-that's not all!"
I could guess what he was going to say. I took the initiative.
"I know. According to Road Act Article 61 and Enforcement Decree Article 54, I need to get road occupancy permission and pay road occupancy fees to the relevant local government. In our city's case, it's about 100,000 to 200,000 won per month based on the official land price. A public official will also confirm the site and send a bill for this."
Gulp.
The police became speechless.
"Kyaaaah! Tax handsome man!"
"Super handsome taxes!"
The girls were now just shouting anything.
At this point, it's at the level of religion.
Then the scammer Ajumma, unable to hold back any longer, had somehow approached and interfered again.
"That can't be! Where in South Korea is there a street vendor who reports and pays all their taxes?!"
I answered with a smile.
"It's true. I have records of applying through the local government app and call records and recordings of conversations with the public official in charge. Want to check?"
"What nonsense! What street vendor in South Korea pays taxes or that...... Shop rent?"
"Occupancy fee."
"That or that!"
The Ajumma screeching.
The police officer looked at her and asked.
"Who are you?"
The Ajumma answered,
"I, I'm just a passing citizen."
Snicker. I smiled broadly and said.
"This Ajumma runs an illegal street stall right next door under the name 'Red Bean Full Golden Bungeoppang'."
"Il, illegal?!"
"Yes, illegal. I'm legal."
"When did I?!"
The ajumma pointing fingers.
I took out a USB from my pocket.
"Here, this contains footage of this illegal street stall lady's operations. Transaction scenes are recorded in videos by date and time period."
The Ajumma panicked and waved her hands.
"N-no way. Police officers! No. It's not me."
I pointed at the students.
"All the students and customers gathered here are witnesses too. This Ajumma has been running an illegal street stall for a long time. Right, students?"
My fans nodded in unison.
The lady counterattacked.
"That's all invasion of portrait rights!"
Oh! Portrait rights?
Television really does ruin everyone.
I knew that would come and prepared everything.
"I didn't film faces. But......"
Swish.
I pointed at the security CCTV.
"That filmed it."
"......"
"Ah, by the way, your cart is around that alley over there, next to the hardware store warehouse."
"You damn bastard!"
The Ajumma spewed all kinds of curses.
The police said she could be reported for insults and forcibly separated her from me.
She clung to the police this time.
"Look here, police officer. A common person like me who earns day by day to eat day by day is being harassed right now!"
"Common person, my foot, you drove a 50 million won sedan last time! I take the bus."
Continued additional accusations.
"Sergeant! While you're here, please ticket this woman for illegal parking. Her car is in front of the hardware store, too. 30,000 won fine!"
In the end, the scammer Ajumma looked at the police officers.
......And shut her mouth tight.
The moment my victory became certain,
Sergeant Lee Cheol-jung asked me.
"How did you handle all those procedures?"
"Isn't that what you're supposed to do originally?"
I glanced at the Ajumma and added.
"If you're a citizen of South Korea."
Paying taxes, paying occupancy fees. Ah! How happy I am!
......Damn it.
The commotion ended lightly.
I cleaned up my cart.
The lady disappeared.
I don't have the ability to see the future.
But I can tell.
She won't come here next week.
She'll either go somewhere else or quit the business.
But Ajumma.
...I am going to report you. For tax evasion and insults.
Because I'm Dokma, who doesn't forget even small grudges.
Sergeant Lee Cheol-jung smoked while waiting for me to finish cleaning up, then spoke to me.
"Looks like you're living well."
"Yes. Thanks to you."
His gaze looking at me had changed a lot.
I wonder if this is how it feels to see a pathetic person somehow become a young food service entrepreneur.
"I'll let it go this time, but be careful when selling bungeoppang."
"About what?"
"If even one report comes in about using spoiled ingredients or something, I'll just arrest you right away."
Huhu, as if that would happen.
I'm the master of pharmaceuticals and manufacturing.
He asked.
"By the way, how did you do that thing last time?"
"What?"
"You know, I saw the video, and you were jumping out of the water like some carp. Are you some kind of swimming athlete?"
The first day of my reincarnation.
He must be asking about when I executed the Fish Swimming Through Water Art in the river.
Was the reason he stayed and waited until I finished cleaning up today because he was curious about this?
But I played dumb.
"Me?"
"They say when a person faces a life-or-death crisis, they display amazing strength. Is it something like that?"
"I guess so. I suppose dying was scary after all."
"Oh my......"
He mixed a sigh into the cigarette smoke and blew it out again.
"Is business going well?"
"I'm working hard. I'll earn well and fix the boiler at home, and give my younger sister allowance. And replace my mother's car."
"Do you earn that well?"
Sergeant Lee Cheol-jung asked in surprise.
"It's quite profitable. Huhu, want to do business together? I was actually thinking of hiring a part-timer. Ah, but Sergeant, you don't quite fit the shop's concept."
"What's the concept?"
"Hand. Some."
I pointed at myself.
"......I'm really going to arrest you."
"Huhuhuh."
When I laughed playfully, he stared at me.
"They said you live up to your face value, and it's true."
"Next time I'll send some bungeoppang to the police station."
"Forget it. You brat."
Huuu-.
He exhaled cigarette smoke and said.
"I'll pay my own money to eat it."