Chronicle of a Blood Merchant (허삼관)

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"CHRONICLE OF A BLOOD MERCHANT"

Uncle, could I take a watermelon?

Stop it, you know how expensive that is.

Let's share it half-half.

Mrs. Lee is a shrewd.

She counts them in the morning.

Take a break for lunch!

Speak of the devil.

- Hello there! - Hello.

- Afternoon. - Hi.

HA Jung-woo.

The yams are great! My darling steamed them.

How is your wedding prep going?

Don't mention it.

We called it off.

Why all of sudden?

Something happened. It was no joke.

Spill the beans!

I invited him for dinner.

If he ate 2 bowls of rice, I'd be somewhat relieved,

and if he ate 3 bowls,

he'd get my approval no questions.

But that idiot couldn't even finish 1 bowl!

He was a fool who can't even eat a bowl!

He felt odd, so I asked Mr. Bang,

and he said the boy never sold his blood!

He must be quite feeble.

Right!

Mom, let's go.

I'm done talking about him.

I wasted a bowl of rice!

- Anyway, I'm off. - Okay, see you.

And send today's harvest to Mr. Hwang right away.

Sure, I'll do that.

- Take care. - Good bye.

Let's go.

That girl has such clear eyes.

Makes nice yams too.

Uncle, is not selling blood a deal breaker?

It could be, or not.

Healthy men go to town and sell blood once or twice.

It's a way to verify his health without opening him up.

Grandpa said selling it is like selling our ancestor.

It's just an examination.

To verify one's health.

- Me too! - Give me!

1953, City of Gongju.

Out of the way!

Break time!

Bro, it's break time.

Stop working.

Here, here, pull it.

It's break time, everyone stop!

You added 2 bricks and made it heavier!

Shut it!

Sam-kwan!

- Break time! - I know.

Then why work so hard?

I might get a heat stroke, I'd rather be tired.

You need to channel that energy elsewhere.

If you had a girl, you'd prefer a heat stroke.

Sam-kwan, how about Boon-bang over there?

Barley tea here!

- Ice cold tea! - All that fat under her clothes...

- Fondle that extra fat! - Won't that be tiring?

- Ice cold tea! - She's perfect for him.

She's got just enough extra fat.

I'll pass.

- Would you like some? - No, I got mine.

- And you? - Later, maybe later.

What a sight!

Jiggly body fat, sloshy tea.

Have some pop corn!

Have some pop corn!

It's Ok-ran!

I got pop corn!

Hi!

I got pop corn!

It's delicious!

Have some pop corn!

It's Ok-ran, Byung-chun's sis.

Pop corn!

Over here!

- I want some too! - I want it!

Healthy and delicious pop corn!

Pop corn! Pop corn!

Look at those half wits, shirtless in front of a lady.

Those inbreds...

They should be thankful for her attention.

Let's collect.

Ms. Ok-ran, thank you!

You're so pretty!

Ok-ran, over here!

Enjoy!

Wait, don't go!

- She's coming! - Stand up!

At attention.

Salute.

We want! Pop corn too!

We want! Pop corn too!

Ok-ran, welcome!

We skipped lunch for this!

- Really? - Of course!

- With warm regards. - Thank you so much!

It's so nice and warm.

- Even pop corn is pretty! - So sweet!

Thank you so much!

I dream of this every night.

Care to try?

How much?

Just try it.

He touched her hand...

- $10 please! - What?

I'm kidding.

Take care! Good bye!

- Such light steps. - So pretty.

Sam-kwan, why are you so awkward?

What?

No I wasn't.

Your ears turned red!

What's the point though?

She's taken anyway.

It's that bastard Ha So-yong!

Hey sweetie.

Why are you so sweaty?

Look at you.

He looks like a swinger.

His presence alone puts shame to our town.

He messed with girls so much that his balls' shriveled.

Those yankee goods he's selling,

I heard they're all bootlegs.

- But that's illegal! - Of course it is!

Strangely, girls dig guys who look like pimps.

Screw that!

His money got 'em hooked!

Anyway, I hope a good guy gets Ok-ran.

Yeah!

Sam-kwan!

Shouldn't you get married too?

I noticed that she was only staring at him.

- Oh yeah? - Right?

She was looking at me. I felt it too!

Yeah! Her eyes were locked on you,

the barley tea girl!

The chunky girl!

Boon-bang?

I don't think so.

Who cares, beggers can't be choosers!

Don't die a virgin.

Pop corn!

You're acting weird today.

Uncle, I wanna get married.

Yes, you should. Got any money saved up?

Not nearly enough...

Do they pay a lot for blood?

Well...

Selling a few pints will pay better than labor work.

Why, you want to?

Yeah.

I'll sell some, and pay for the wedding.

Sure, you could do very well.

Where can I sell it?

Don't know.

Go ask Mr. Bang!

Not anyone can sell blood.

If you're feeble, you could end up selling your soul too.

Take a test first,

it's a small sample to see how fit you are.

How am I?

Very good. You'll do well.

How much do they pay?

$100 and a canned meat for a pint.

Almost a month salary.

You said they take a small sample.

- Right. - How much for that?

That's given away as a sample.

What's in your bag?

- Gift for Blood Doc. - Who?

Dr. Choi, the Blood Doc.

He's the blood manager, decides who can and can't sell.

Normally, you can only sell every 3 months, just a pint.

But if you kiss his ass, he'll allow every 10 days.

And 3 pints at a time too.

If you need some money, you gotta suck up to him.

How do you do that? Constant bribes.

Even when you're not selling blood.

That's what this is for.

Geun-ryong, let's drink.

Yes, we should.

Right-o.

Why the heck for?

Always drink water beforehand.

It'll mix with the blood, and increase the amount,

and we sell more.

I'll drink too.