[004]The birthday of the head of a conglomerate 1.
“Ugh!”
It’s the same dream again.
I replay what happened just three months ago as a dream every night.
To have to wake up vividly remembering the moment of death that I feared every single day.
It’s not even a personal consultation, what this is like…….
I just hope that this dream will not repeat itself for the rest of my life.
6:10 before.
Before the alarm set for 6 o’clock went off, I turned off the switch and raised my upper body.
I got out of bed and took off my nightgown. I went into the bathroom attached to my bedroom and took a quick shower.
I changed into my school uniform and left the bedroom. The older brother who was sleeping in the bedroom across from him showed no signs of waking up yet.
After going through 30 or so stairs and coming down to the living room, the smell of cool bean sprout soup was full.
In the kitchen, a working lady was diligently preparing breakfast.
Bean sprouts soup is not missing from the breakfast menu. It’s because the guy called my father drinks every single day.
When I opened the front door, the fresh green grass glistened as it soaked up the early summer sunlight.
I picked up three newspapers that had fallen in the garden and quietly returned to my bedroom on this floor.
I slowly read one economic magazine and two general daily newspapers.
The front page of the newspaper was covered with large pictures of demonstrations involving tear gas and Molotov cocktails.
June 26, 1987.
The demo will continue today. Until the President of the Fifth Republic declared surrender on the 29th.
I read all the advertisements and folded the newspaper.
“Do-joon.”
The lady at work knocked on my door holding a cup of milk and coffee on a tray.
My name I’ve been hearing for three months.
Jin Do-jun.
Not used to it yet.
“You don’t have to bring it. You can go downstairs and eat……”
“It’s not because of that milk. I also brought coffee. If your parents see it, it will cause a stir, so drink it quickly.”
“Thank you. madam.”
As I sipped my coffee, the lady began to look at me with a proud look.
My aunt really likes me, who has suddenly changed.
A 10-year-old kid with no immaturity.
The youngest of a rich family, who often spends away from the table and doesn’t have the slightest courtesy to adults who do housework, has changed 180 degrees.
Always say respectful words to adults and always say thank you. Instead of whining about side dishes, he eats a bowl of whatever is given to him, cleans the room himself, and helps clean the house from time to time.
How can the dignity of a ten-year-old kid not look pretty?
“You know today is the president’s birthday, right? I know that because I will have dinner at the president’s house.”
“yes. I remember.”
The lady stroked my hair once and left, holding a cup of coffee and milk that had been completely emptied. Grab a folded newspaper.
It’s finally today.
After becoming a 10-year-old child named Jin Do-jun, he meets Jin Yang-cheol, the founder of Sunyang Group, just three months later.
I had never met him in my previous life, but today I was able to eat at the table with him, who left many legends, not as an employee, but as the youngest grandson.
A 66-year-old grandfather and a 10-year-old grandson.
What does it mean to be reincarnated as the 10-year-old grandson of the family who died with a bullet through the head on a secluded beach in Moldova and ordered me to die?
Did God give me a chance for revenge?
Or does it mean to forgive them because they share the same blood?
***
It was a strangely quiet breakfast table.
My 12-year-old brother Jin Sang-joon, who was constantly chattering, didn’t open his mouth and just pushed the rice in.
My father, who was not sober, only ate the bean sprout soup little by little.
And…
Oh! mother.
my beautiful mother!
My mother, who was even more beautiful than that beautiful woman who was the vice president’s secretary!
Coincidentally, my mother, who is the same age as Olivia Husse, the star of Romeo and Juliet, was a star who appeared like a comet and was called Korea’s Olivia Hussey.
In the early 1970s, she rose to stardom with just one movie and started the era of troika actresses.
This lucky man was my father, Jin Yoon-ki, the 5th son of Sunyang Group founder Jin Yang-cheol.
The two were the protagonists of the marriage of the century.
At that time, the Sunyang Group began to expand its affiliates and laid the foundation for the group, and in particular, it was the time when Sunyang Electronics was launched to catch up with Japan in earnest.
Although she boasted of her outstanding beauty and was a star, in the eyes of the Sunyang Group, she was a woman from an ordinary family, nothing more than an advertising model.
It’s perfect to play with a few times, but dragging it into the house is unappealing. Advertising models should be taken to the hotel, not to the house.
Of course, Chairman Jin Yang-cheol was furious and ran all the way to say that he had been removed from the genealogy, but he had no choice because of the seed of life in his stomach.
This is what I figured out from past media articles. Because of work, I had to know the president’s family in detail.
And there are things I know from my own experience.
These families were completely excluded from the house.
I have never taken time apart for these family affairs. They were not managed at the group level.
He just lay there as if he was dead.
That’s what I thought so great about these couples.
When the eldest son inherited the position after the founder died after being hated by his father, the youngest brother, he really inherited a small amount of shares from my father, the youngest brother.
Other brothers fought like dogs in the dung field to get even a little more share in the Sunyang Group, but these couples kept their own lives far away from the fight.
Of course, it was possible because it was the largest conglomerate in Korea, so even if it was a rat tail, it was a huge amount that ordinary people could not imagine.
But one thing is certain: this couple is not greedy.
“Do-joon.”
“yes?”
“Why are you so surprised?”
I’m still in my mid-thirties. beauty remains
Seeing such a beautiful face up close is still embarrassing. when will i get used to it?
“Oh no.”
“Put. My mother is more surprised that our Do-joon has become so grown-up.”
When I woke up from death three months ago – I couldn’t find a better word for it – I was shocked to the point of dying again when I found out that I was the youngest grandson of the founder of the Sunyang Group.
I got used to it over time, but it was impossible to easily show closeness to two people who were just biological parents.
My father is now thirty-eight.
Two years younger than me in my previous life.
It was difficult to even call them father and mother, but now I can barely call them father and mother.
He is a son who has suddenly changed.
Your 10-year-old son, who is awkward with respectful titles and honorifics, will be surprised.
“I’m not going!”
Suddenly, he put down his spoon, and his big brother’s snout came out.
“Really. I’m not going!”
When I thought about why he had heartache again, I guessed roughly.
The parents also hardened their expressions, but they did not scold them.
This old man must be scary.
Well… He is the reason why he reluctantly allowed his son to marry an actress when he was supposed to marry another conglomerate.
How can I look at you with kind eyes?
I understand how you feel, but I couldn’t look at the table manners like this with kind eyes.
I’m not his parents, and I’m not the same age as him to understand his feelings.
And the biggest reason to fix this guy’s habit is that the founder’s grandfather shouldn’t look down on me because of him.
“Sangjun. Dad will promise you. I’ll just eat and come back soon. Are you fine?”
The father comforted the eldest son with soft words and the mother with an apologetic expression, but this little boy whined more for a while.
If it wasn’t time to go to school, I would have been the first to explode.
yo kid see you after school
In the back seat of a chauffeur-driven Daewoo luxury sedan, my immature brother sat grimly without saying a word.
The elementary school my brothers attended has now been converted into an elementary school, but it was a prestigious private school with children of so-called rich people, conglomerates such as the Sunyang Group, and high-ranking government officials and lawyers.
Future presidents and presidents and future parliamentarians and ministers are alumni and alumni. Thinking that my future could change depending on how close I was with them, I tried to be sociable without standing out as much as possible.
Even at that time, children who went to school by car instead of school bus deliberately got down and walked far away from the school gate, and the consciousness of ‘don’t be proud’ and ‘don’t stand out’ was shared between teachers and students.
But the little kids at this school will soon realize too.
That they are blessed beings who can inherit money and power from birth. From the moment you realize that fact, you will try to dominate others.
unlucky guys.
Anyway, today I waited until school was over.
It was because I was very curious about the young and young appearance of the founder of Sunyang Group and the guys I served.
After returning home from school, I faced the guy whose quirks needed to be fixed.
“hey! Who told you to come in? get out!”
Three large game consoles that can only be found in arcades occupied one corner of the room, and Nintendo’s Famicom, a legend of small game consoles, was lying on the bed.
Grumpy hyung pressed the button in front of the game console in the arcade and shouted without looking back.
son of a bitch.
Great. Opportunities are perfect.
I went behind him without saying a word.
He kicked the chair he was sitting on and rolled on the floor.
“hey! you…!”
“Shut up your mouth, you bastard!”
When I stepped on his stomach once, he struggled without even saying a word.
I grabbed my brother by the hair and dragged him into the bathroom.
***
“Do-joon! What’s wrong with your hand?”
Seeing my red, swollen hands, my mother, stunned, made a fuss.
I even had tears in my eyes as I applied ice and cream.
“it’s okay. I made a mistake while turning on the shower… The hot water splashed a little.”
“Did this splatter? Oh, what if I got burned?”
In the end, it was only after rushing to the doctor and receiving a diagnosis that it was nothing special.
If there is no problem with my hand, it means that my brother Sang-jun, who looks at me with a frightened expression, is not burned.
Well, it must be much milder than me since I scared the clothed body with a hot shower. At least, it’s the temperature of a hot tub in a sauna…
But to a well-grown 12-year-old, it would have been frightening.
No one had ever treated him so harshly, and he was not mentally prepared to endure physical violence.
Of course, the weaker the second or third time, the weaker he would be, and he would fight back, but subduing a child would be a piece of cake.
After the fuss, the family made their way to Grandpa’s house.
“Honey, will you drive yourself?”
Mother said to Father who opened the driver’s door.
“I won’t drink, so don’t worry. Did you see me drinking in Pyeongchang-dong?”
Pyeongchang-dong.
It’s a place I went to more often than my parents’ house.
After the founder Jin Yang-cheol died, the eldest son, Chairman Jin Young-gi, occupied the house.
It is also the place where he pulled weeds, which was his first job after joining the company.
At that time, he was a really insignificant servant, but now he is the owner’s bloodline.
It feels like going back to my hometown after a self-made song.
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