The Youngest Son Of A Rich Family - Chapter 75

[075]The sword wind is blowing 1

“Hey… Even if you are a noble person, you can’t help but take the exam, right?”

“I know. You can’t even see him blowing his nose, but look at him coming to school like a knife.”

I called several times, and when some of my classmates who knew my name and face found me, they pretended to know me and gathered.

“If you get a bachelor’s warning, fuck you. I hate the penalty.”

“Penalty? what penalty?”

“If you stumble through school life, my grandfather won’t give you stocks. It’s going to be a big deal.”

“Share… Stock?”

“okay. A scarier stock than a credit breadwinner. Hehe.”

I even laughed to make it clear that it was a joke, but these guys seem to have taken it seriously. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.

“oh my god. Are hundreds of millions flying away for one F grade?”

“No. Isn’t it hundreds of billions? If it’s the chairman’s share, isn’t it the holding company’s share?”

Aww kids… taking this seriously again.

Are chaebols like fantasy to the general public? The more unrealistic the story, the more it seems to believe.

“hey! stop! Let’s talk after the test.”

I kicked out the motives around me and opened the book.

I browsed through the table of contents, refining my thoughts.

It’s obvious that you’ll write the wrong answer anyway, but you just have to write it with logical consistency.

And it doesn’t have to be white. If you fill out the answer sheet adequately, you will get a C or D grade. How much is the scholarship from the Sunyang Scholarship Foundation because of me?

After the first day of exams, some of the kids came in again.

“Do-joon. Would you like a beer or something?”

“What about the exam tomorrow? Did you give up?”

“It’s just one drink.”

Seoul National University is no different.

I thought there were kids who drank during exams or at the so-called high-end colleges that I attended, but prestigious universities are also places where people live.

“Did you tell me? Stocks depend on me! Let’s have a drink at the end-of-class party after exams. i’ll shoot okay?”

When I said I was going to shoot, these guys’ eyes changed.

“Yaya! Don’t expect too much. Nothing else. I mean soju or beer.”

“There is only one master or servant, but isn’t the amount unlimited?”

As if he had been waiting, a guy asks back.

Alas, these guys are in first grade now.

It’s an age where you can be happy just by being able to drink as much as you want without worrying about money.

“okay. Unlimited, man. Hehe.”

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You bastards. It seems that he was determined to pull out the mulberry.

After the final exam, the kids took me to the biggest pub in front of the school.

It was already full enough that there were no empty seats, and a few seniors could be seen.

At least, the awkwardness was reduced a lot because the kids I talked to casually sat at the same table.

“Come on, let’s order too. Do-joon. What do you want to eat?”

“hey! Did Dojunie ever come to a place like this? Just do it yourself.”

a place like this? went countless times

Was it once or twice that I couldn’t make you feel comfortable because I didn’t have money?

Thinking of that time made me smile.

I have to feed these guys what I couldn’t eat even though I wanted to eat it.

I raised my hand and urgently called a part-timer.

“Did you order drinks at another table?”

“yes. Did you unify it into three thousand?”

“Cancel that and spread it all over with bottled beer.”

“yes?”

“what?”

My classmates are more surprised than my part-time job.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a drink, but when I shoot, I have to shoot clearly. I can’t hear you being petty.”

When I said it with a slight smile, the mouths of the guys at the same table were torn.

“hey! Do-joon shot the bottle!”

One guy jumped up and shouted, and there was silence for a moment.

A shout that explodes soon after.

okay. Is there a high-quality drink that is as good as a bottled beer for young people without money?

“Do-joon. Can I have a Capri?”

someone shouted

capri? Ah… beer with eyes that look like those yellow Miller fakes?

I shrugged.

“Capri is also a bottled beer. drink anything.”

A pleasant smile came naturally.

The youthful days when a little extravagance makes you feel good.

Sometimes, I made a resolution not to miss out on these simple pleasures while hanging out with them.

“I really need to settle down.”

I picked up the menu and skimmed through the list of snacks.

okay. Here are a few pictures of the food that stand out.

I raised my hand.

“Here you go!”

Alba came running like a bullet.

“First, give me eight bottles of Capri.”

Ignoring the blinking children at the same table, I picked up the menu again and pointed out snacks.

“Anju… Let’s see… I have to shoot one. Seasoned golbaengi with somen sari… Ah, nogari.”

When I closed the menu, I checked the memo written by Alba.

“You have to shoot eight bottles of Capri. Right?”

“yes. Oh wait. Are dried anchovies and red pepper paste served?”

“yes. of course.”

One of the comrades who had been lost in his mind came to his senses and shouted urgently.

“Order the chicken too!”

“okay. seasoning? Fried?”

“Hoo Fried.”

When Alba nodded her head and went back, the children opened their mouths that they had been holding back.

“What? Have you been to this place too? Do you know me well?”

“The 3rd generation chaebol is a pub! The picture doesn’t come out man!”

I was suddenly curious. Did my cousins, who are also third-generation conglomerates, go to the Hope House? Have you ever tilted your glass after ordering odentang soup at a Soju restaurant?

“I go often. My family and I go to each other to eat cocoons, and with my cousins, I drink soju with a steamed dish in front of me. Do you think we only go to hotel restaurants or expensive specialty restaurants every day?”

The boys’ eyes widened.

“Even when I eat at home, I don’t eat 12-cheop surasang for every meal. I just eat soup with side dishes. Nothing else.”

It’s easy for me, who is basically a commoner, to cosplay as a commoner.

Taking this opportunity to wash the image of a third-generation conglomerate, it was a good deal.

When I quickly emptied the beer and ordered a few more bottled beers, a few seniors sneaked up on me.

I didn’t know who I was, so when I blinked my classmates jumped up and bowed their heads.

“I’m sorry that the senior who will be graduating from this is holding on to him.”

“no. Seniors.”

When I said I was in 4th grade, I jumped up too.

Judging from the fact that the senior class ended, he must be preparing for a job.

If the goal is to become a judge and prosecutor, it is normal to live buried under the law 365 days a year.

“Let’s borrow a seat. It just takes a moment.”

Looking at the expression, it’s not unusual. It’s a rough guess.

“Do-joon. I purposely stopped by to ask something. Are you fine?”

“yes. Seniors. Please speak.”

The seniors drank beer with a long sigh.

“Actually, the three of us got a job at a financial company, but one went bankrupt and the other two received notices of cancellation of acceptance. They said it was impossible to hire new employees this year…”

What should I do?

Since the salary was strong, I would have chosen to enter, but suddenly I ended up graduating as an unemployed person. If it had been a large company, the salary would have been a little lower, at least the unemployed would have been avoided.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m not asking you for a job.”

My seniors hurriedly waved their hands, probably reflecting my bitter expression.

“IMF. how do you think this will turn out? Don’t you know a lot more than we do? There must be a lot of high-quality information going around.”

“I have no choice but to get a job again… To be honest, if it continues like this even after a year, I’m going to change the route. I have to prepare for a sashimi or a line poem.”

The surroundings became quiet because of the seniors’ questions. Everyone listens and only looks at my mouth.

What should I say?

Should I tell you the truth? Or should I offer consolation?

Even if you are a senior in college, you are still a child in society.

In school, they pretend to be adults, saying that they are reservists or something, but outside of school, they are nothing more than bloody immature children.

If I tell these kids what will happen in the future, will they feel the deep truth?

However, it was hard to ignore the earnest eyes of the seniors looking at me as an immature child.

“If I tell you what I think… give up getting a job and prepare for your life or business. If it’s study, don’t you do one strand? It’s not too late now, so let’s start quickly.”

Disappointment appeared on the faces of the seniors when the answer they had hoped for did not come out.

“Are you saying it will be difficult to find a job next year because of the IMF?”

next year?

forever difficult

Getting a job is getting more and more difficult. Seoul National University is no exception.

“Let alone employment, everyone who is currently employed will be fired. In the name of corporate restructuring, a sharp wind of dismissal will blow.”

“Have… fired?”

“yes. Most large corporations will clean up at least 30%. The IMF crisis is not simply a lack of liquid funds. It means that our country is in a state of economic bankruptcy.”

The seniors’ silence spread throughout the Hope House. The buzzing sound gradually began to diminish.

“The concept of a lifetime job is gone. Companies can cut employees at any time, and a new word called temporary workers will come out.”

“A temporary worker? What is it?”

Non-regular workers, an unfamiliar concept that has emerged in this era.

How should I explain it?

At this time, a part-time job going back and forth between the halls caught my eye. I pointed at Alba with my finger.

“Should I pay taxes like that part-time job tax?”

“Isn’t it?”

“What about severance pay?”

“Where is the part-time job severance pay?”

Seniors started looking at me with absurd expressions.

“Then what if the boss tells me to quit tomorrow?”

“Should I quit?

“That’s what non-regular workers are. It’s not only used by businesses like this, but also hired in this form by large corporations.”

It will not be long before the saying that our wish is not reunification, but full-time employment, dominates Korea.

But they don’t feel it. You could tell by looking at their faces now.

Everyone was looking at me with puzzled faces, and I told my classmates around me.

“It will take quite a while for the economy to get out of bankruptcy and return to normal. If you are thinking about getting a job rather than preparing for the exam, go to the military first. At least you can delay graduation, right? You should avoid showers.”

However, the atmosphere was so gloomy that I must have heard my words from far away. Many kids shake their heads.

It is true that it is a story that will not touch the skin to children who have barely finished the first grade.

But from next year, when a real wind blows and people around you become victims of the IMF, you will understand what I mean by avoiding showers.

Is it because of the father instinct sleeping inside me?

Worries and nagging increased. Because of that, I need to restore the sunken atmosphere, but what should I do?

Fortunately, the 4th grade seniors are a bit better.

“Thanks to you, my mind is refreshed. thank you.”

“no. Maybe I said too negatively. The people around me who run the company always have the worst in mind.”

“We have to think and prepare for the worst. It’s graduation now.”

The seniors laughed bitterly and raised their glasses.

“This is a mess because of us. sorry. Let’s have a drink!”

“You guys still have a lot of time left. Plenty of time to avoid showers and plenty of time to prepare. Don’t worry, Permash today. haha.”

Even if it was a forced laugh, it helped to turn the atmosphere around.

Besides, being a freshman, he is still far away from reality. The children’s voices began to rise again.

But silence came again.

It was because of the person who opened the door and brought in a cold wind.

He was wearing a thick duck down parka and a fur hat and scarf, leaving only his eyes exposed, but it was clear enough that he wasn’t a man.

The woman took a quick look around the bar and then strode towards my seat.

When I undid the scarf, I saw a pretty face.

“Jin Do-jun. Long time no see you.”

I know who it is. This is the kid who didn’t take the laptop I had at the freshman welcome party.

But I couldn’t remember the name. What was the name that lingered in my mouth?

Seeing my expression, the girl clicked her tongue in amazement.

“Did you forget my name?”

I accidentally made the mistake of nodding my head.

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