The Youngest Son Of A Rich Family - Chapter 3

[003] A farmhand’s life 3.

When I arrived at Chisinau International Airport in Moldova after a 16-hour flight via Vienna, Austria, something unexpected happened.

“Chief. You worked hard. Are you tired?”

Two men suddenly appeared.

is an office worker.

Muscles hidden under a bursting white shirt. Sharp and cold eyes.

Why are these guys waiting for me in Moldova?

In an instant, his legs lost all their strength and he stumbled.

Everything the vice president said is true. Except for one.

The vice chairman said that the prosecution’s investigation will be ended with the missing funds.

You have to change it a bit.

Overseas funds disappeared after the withdrawal by Yoon Hyun-woo, head of the Sunyang Group’s Future Strategic Planning Headquarters. The funds were not the company’s money stolen by the group owner’s family, but the funds that were planned to be invested in the Moldova infrastructure construction project at the group level

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And when the world’s attention fades, a very small bottom article will appear.

Yoon Hyun-woo, former head of Sunyang Group, died of an overdose of drugs.

The unidentified body found on the southern coast of France was identified as Yoon Hyun-woo. Blablablabla…….

The two men who came to meet me will eventually put a knife through my heart or blow my head off with a gun I bought from Moldova.

How could this happen!

It’s been 13 years.

I worked like a dog for 13 years and was loyal, but I was abandoned like this!

Even with death!

It was thought that if the eldest son of the position of vice-president ascended to the chairmanship, he would at least hold the title of general manager or higher. I even had a sweet dream that if I was lucky, I might become the vice president of an affiliate.

However, becoming a butler ended up as a dream.

The fact that a servant became a butler also had to be supported by the family and background.

A motherfucker is an eternal motherfucker. It is said that it became an equal world where the class system disappeared after the Joseon Dynasty, but they are not wage earners.

Now, it has changed to a new status system of academic background and personal connections, not blood.

shit.

In this dirty world, even the servants have to be born from a prestigious school.

It’s really cool.

***

I unpacked my luggage at the hotel while receiving the two men’s bloody glances.

“Chief. Have a good night’s sleep until the bank opens tomorrow morning.”

I couldn’t sleep at all on the plane.

I couldn’t sleep because I was thrilled that I had finally been promoted to the status of a butler and I was imagining the future that would unfold along the flower path.

Even lying on the hotel bed now, I couldn’t sleep. Fear came to me at the thought that tomorrow morning, this life that I lived fiercely would be over.

I lay in bed for three or four hours, closing my eyes, but eventually got out of bed.

It’s a deep night. The secretarial staff and the fixers who were staying together must have fallen asleep.

It is best to run away if you want to survive.

I opened the hotel door with only my wallet and passport.

I could hear the Korean that I was accustomed to silently walking toward the elevator.

“Chief. Where are you going?”

I got dizzy again.

These guys will never leave me alone.

“Ah, I’m going to have a drink at the bar. I can’t sleep because of the jet lag.”

“I see. I’ll have a drink too. Let’s go together. I’ll make you a drinking buddy.”

“it’s okay. rest. I will be right back.”

The corner of his mouth went up when he smiled casually at him as if it was nothing special.

“Hey. mister. You must have noticed already? Don’t beat me for coming all the way here and doing a play. I heard that you have good hair. You know that tomorrow is your anniversary, right?”

It would come out so blatantly.

My death was unmistakably true, but hearing it directly from his mouth made my heart stop.

“Don’t think about running away and get a good night’s sleep in your room. I’ll call a massage lady, so get a massage and fuck me. what is a man’s life On the last day, I was blessed to be able to play to my heart’s content. Come back.”

Since it came out blatantly, I also said it bluntly.

“hey. Shall we talk? It will be good for you too.”

“why? Let’s find some bank money here and share it?”

this nimiral. Are you reading all my thoughts?

“no. take all of you I find it and give it all. over a trillion won. It will change your life.”

“Ha ha ha. this is true There is no such thing as a fortuneteller.”

“what? what do you mean?”

“The president said so. You must be saying this.”

the chairman? Then you mean it was the president who chose me as the scapegoat, not the vice-president?

I was the one who took the women the president impregnated to the abortion hospital.

I’m the one who organized it while being slapped on the cheek by the lady.

Just thinking about getting rid of his cheap shit, shouldn’t he be saved?

The man looked at my blank expression and said.

“mister. trillion won? What are you doing with it?”

“If you are a trillion won, you travel on a private plane. It’s money that you can put hundreds of millions of won worth of sports cars in a row in your garage and ride them every day of the week.”

His answer was the same even when he talked about his splendid life.

“This is why smart guys end up on the wrong foot. listen up sir My annual salary is 200 million. The company also gave me a Benz. Of course, they gave me a 40-pyeong apartment. I’m thirty-three now This is a decent man’s life. What more do you think I could ask for?”

“This… you stupid bastard…”

“We’re kind of stupid. But I’m not stupid enough to cross the rice cake I can’t swallow.”

“Hey guys. Did I cross the chairman’s money? what did i do wrong This is just killing an errand boy.”

The hotel hallway shouted as if leaving, but it was only an empty echo.

“Don’t shout! we know too So what? We are just motherfuckers too. I have to pay for food as much as I suffer. stop.”

“Let’s just talk to the president once.”

“Wake up the dream. How dare you be a manager.”

“Then you call. I’m going to go diving after I finish my work. It won’t show up until it’s dead in a corner of South America or Eastern Europe. Please help me just once.”

“거참 남자 새끼가 구질구질하게. Let’s stop.”

The man put a wedge into it, as if it was annoying to talk late at night.

“Don’t think about anything else, just hit it. You should think about your parents.”

One word became a dagger and stuck in my heart.

I sat down in front of the elevator.

Those guys are holding hostages.

A sure hostage.

These guys know my life exactly.

My wife and I don’t have a particularly good relationship.

I married the woman I fell in love with on my business card, who works in the core department of the Sunyang Group and has a promising future.

However, it wasn’t long before my wife found out what my job was all about and began to stare at me with blatant contempt.

The reason why I don’t have children has nothing to do with this.

Although they laughed together at official events under the name of husband and wife, that was all. At home, it’s no different than a stranger.

They were just doing their duty.

I paid my salary, and my wife was no different from a aunt who cleaned meals and laundry.

We couldn’t bring it up, but we were tinkering with the word divorce in our minds.

Parents are far more sure hostages than such a wife.

In Moldova, if I don’t die over everything, my parents will die.

A car accident, a fire, or a missing person.

I couldn’t see any more choices.

The man smiled at me, looking at me.

“Look at that, don’t you want me to call a massage girl and make rice cakes? Now you don’t give a damn about worrying about adults, do you? don’t talk long go and sleep.”

***

The next day, the two men frowned as they saw me looking like a corpse.

“hey. Cheer up. What is the appearance of a rich man with a trillion won property?”

Now I don’t even have the energy to say anything back.

I entered the bank as they told me. If possible, he turned his face around so that he could be caught clearly by CCTV, and came out with a thin master card, the symbol of his electronic account.

“Good job. Your merit… No, he said he would pay for your life generously. Don’t worry about your family. I will give generous compensation to my parents, and I will arrange for my wife to go to America and live without any problems.”

bullshit to the end

Giving such preferential treatment to the families of employees who commit corruption?

Of course, they will not give me my severance pay, and rather, they will not leave me a penny by filing a lawsuit for property foreclosure.

It is a characteristic of chaebol that they never show kindness to others.

It’s not once or twice that I’ve seen a mess because it’s a waste to give a mere 1 million won to a worker who suffered an accident after working hard.

Following the two guys who surrounded me on both sides, I moved to a secluded beach.

Is this my grave?

Or is that blindingly blue sea my grave?

After staring at the sea for a while, I turned my back and saw a pistol in a man’s hand.

Since I gave up everything, I thought I would face death calmly and resolutely.

But the moment he saw the pistol, his last instinct for life squirmed.

Unknowingly, I knelt down at his feet and clung to him.

“Please, please. help me. please!”

“Have you seen the movie Wanted?”

“I can’t even go back to Korea anyway. This place…… No, I will live in South America or Africa for the rest of my life. You can report that you killed me.”

I got down on my knees and begged and begged, but that bastard kept saying different things.

“Angelina Jolie came out sexy…. The main character of that movie always said this when killing people. I am sorry.”

“It’s not like I’ve committed a mortal sin. Just being missing is enough! Fuck!”

“So I really wanted to try it once.”

빌어먹을 새끼는 총구를 내 머리에 겨누었다.

nigimi.

I could never have imagined that the last thing I should hear before dying would be a line from a movie like this.

“I Am Sorry.

bang-!

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