A Chairman Who Has No Regrets - Chapter 69



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The Chairman Who Has No Regrets Episode 69 – Samgochoryeo (8)

I heard you’re busy.

The repair shop owner, Gyu-il’s mother and Su-yeong’s older sister’s mother open the door and come in.

“You weren’t busy, were you?”

“So, little brother, are you free?”

The mother welcomes the two of them with a very proud face.

“Oh my, you’re late. Business is over. There are no ingredients, no ingredients.”

Gyu-il’s mother and Su-yeong’s mother.

After staring blankly for a moment, he soon smiles brightly and approaches his mother.

“Oh my, what’s going on? My son is doing well, so is my sister having a good time?”

“You close up shop at 3pm, that’s amazing-”

Was it my imagination that my mother’s shoulders looked slightly raised? My mother looked at me with a very pleased face while receiving a massage from Gyu-il’s mother.

Glance.

I can feel the hot gaze of my younger sister, who was drying her sweat next to my mother.

Envy, jealousy.

It wasn’t that kind of gaze, but rather, it was an eye filled with envy. On one hand, I wondered if my little sister was proud of me. My sister’s gaze was filled with goodness rather than malice. However, the light seemed a little weak due to regret.

“Brother- I’ll buy it today, so while you’re here, eat some jajangmyeon before you go-”

At my mother’s words, Suyeong’s mother nodded and sat down next to me.

“Oh my- is the lady enjoying herself because of the river? Did she finish eating all the jajangmyeon after such a long time?”

Suyeong said, clinging to my arm.

“Sir, girl, I want to eat sweet and sour pork.”

My mother hears those words.

“Oh my, if our daughter-in-law wants to eat tangsuyuk, she should eat it! Order everything!”

My mother is very excited and is talking excitedly, but I think it’s probably her way of expressing her gratitude to Sooyoung and the guys from the broadcasting station for helping her with the busy store work.

Jajangmyeon is a rather expensive food.

I chuckled and got up from my seat. This is something that the youngest should do, but it was obvious to everyone that I was the youngest in this place.

But was there delivery in those days?

“mom.”

“huh?”

“Can you deliver it?”

“This market does it all.”

I nodded.

Sometimes my mother would deliver rice to the market, so it wasn’t awkward. I wonder if there were iron bags back then, but I actually don’t know.

Chinese food delivery. I’ve lived a life that’s far from that, so how could I possibly know when delivery started?

Now, this may be considered a luxury.

Jajangmyeon was the kind of food you could only eat at graduation ceremonies. At least in my house.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

A question from my little sister as I was looking around the counter to see if there were any Chinese restaurant flyers.

“Find the phone number of a Chinese restaurant.”

“What are you talking about? Go and order!”

“uh?”

“How far can you go on a bike? Motorcycle deliveries are only available in wealthy neighborhoods.”

“Oh, I see.”

Suddenly, my younger sister hands me a menu that is written all over the back of a piece of paper.

It’s a 5 minute walk away. It looks like I need to hand over this order form to Taepyeonggak.

“Student Jeon Gang- I’ll go too.”

As I was leaving the store, the director followed me.

The look on his face was that he had something to say.

“I don’t.”

“ha ha ha···”

It seemed like he wanted to talk to me, but my sharp answer made him look very awkward.

“Well, I’m glad that business is good today.”

“Well, it wasn’t bad.”

“If you continue to do business like this, will you become rich quickly?”

“Is it easy to get rich?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

When the conversation stops, he scratches his head and continues speaking.

“Still, it’s not so bad since it’s been a while since I’ve had Jjajangmyeon. How long has it been since I’ve had Jjajangmyeon?”

I nodded in agreement with what the director said.

I think it’s been decades since I’ve had jajangmyeon. I haven’t even seen it since I set foot on American soil.

When I was living in Korea, I didn’t eat Jajangmyeon often because I didn’t have money and it was a waste, and when I went to America, I couldn’t eat it because I didn’t have it. I heard there was a place in Koreatown that was pretty good at imitating it, but I didn’t have enough time to go there. To me, time was money, and I treated food as an essential nutrient for survival.

“So you’re saying it’s good because it’s not a double-cross?”

“Ah, haha… That, that’s not it.”

“Did the ratings come out well?”

He smiles awkwardly and nods his head.

“There are a lot of people who recognize Jeon Gang-sang’s students. That’s proof.”

A Chinese restaurant with colorful dishes hanging down from the floor, which I entered while cleaning up.

“Huh? Oh my – you came to brag about Sanggye-dong.”

A man who appears to be the owner recognizes me from watching TV. His face looks familiar. I wonder if the owner of this Chinese restaurant was also there on this scholarship quiz feast day.

“Yes, hello.”

“What’s going on?”

When I handed over the menu that my older sister had written and sent, the owner, who had been slowly looking over it, nodded.

“Can you bring it to the restaurant?”

“Yes, sir.”

He smiled, nodded and said.

“Tangsuyuk is free.”

“yes?”

“We are proud of Sanggye-dong, so eat well. The tangsuyuk is free. I was already worried because you didn’t bring a gift for the last wedding.”

I glance at the director and see that he has a pleased expression on his face. The current appearance of the owner is proof that the scholarship quiz had high viewership ratings.

The restaurant we arrived at again after ordering.

“Oh my- our talent-”

David was greeting me with a smiling face.

“Why is it like this?”

“Hehehe, I like it, I like it. The director is here too, it’s been a while.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Wow- you did a great job of choosing the broadcast. Our training center logo and sign are just there.”

“Haha, it’s because all the students, Jeon Gang and Hong Tae Soo, did well.”

“Yes, it’s because our training center’s talented people did well.”

He asked, cutting off their conversation.

“Why did you come?”

“I’ll go see our talents, okay? And eat some mother’s stew. I’ll do both.”

“I don’t have any materials.”

“Yeah, I just heard about it, you punk. It’s been a few days since I’ve seen this, but still. Where’s the button?”

I pushed away David’s hand that was reaching for my collar and walked out of the store, leaving my mother behind as she chattered away.

David and the director follow suit.

David would have been fine, but the director is also there.

“What is it?”

“Just don’t waste a single second.”

“Because it is more precious than gold.”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s say that’s true. The training center is a total mess, it’s a mess, there are a lot of kids trying to get in.”

“is it so?”

“Wow, the scholarship quiz has a huge ripple effect.”

The director lifts the corners of his lips.

“We’re going to start filming tomorrow, but wouldn’t it be nice if you showed your face at least once?”

At the mention of filming, the director quickly intervened.

“What kind of filming are you doing! Student Jeon Gang! This is too much!”

David, who was startled by the sudden shouting, looked at me with a nod as if asking what was going on.

As I answer with a shrug, the director reaches out and takes my hand.

“Jeon Kang, students! We will try our best to meet your desired conditions, so how about appearing on the scholarship quiz special once more?”

Maybe something made you anxious.

He speaks to me in an impatient manner.

David just sits there silently, rolling his eyes and looking like he’s calculating something.

“What are the conditions?”

His words sent a few ideas running through my head.

“I will try my best to accommodate all students’ requests!”

The director, who saw hope in my reaction, took a more proactive approach than before.

I think it might be a kind of crowd psychology. I hesitate whether to go into a restaurant I see for the first time. It’s like I quickly go in because I’m afraid that if other people go in, I’ll take their seats.

I must have misunderstood what David meant by filming.

“Oh, our talent is busy.”

David stops him tactfully.

He shows the appearance of a true businessman.

The appearance of trying to tear off as much as possible when tearing off.

Why are they making a fuss among themselves when they have no intention of giving rice cakes to anyone?

As if a fire had been lit on his feet, the director spoke urgently, awkwardly, unlike the professional attitude he had shown on the day of filming.

“No, teacher! Wouldn’t it be beneficial for the academy if I appear on the scholarship quiz again?”

This guy too, for sure.

Isn’t this the kind of person whose sociality is all-in on one thing?

“Oh my! An academy! It’s a talent training center! It’s a talent training center!”

“Well, isn’t it good for promoting the training center as well?”

David, who can’t lie or can’t say no, glances at me and says.

“Oh, I already told Taewoong that filming starts tomorrow.”

“Oh, are you Choi Tae-woong, the eldest son of the Kyungseon Group?”

I played along with David’s rhythm once.

“Yes! Choi Tae-woong, the eldest son of the Kyungseon Group!”

The director hesitates for a moment when he mentions the scholarship quiz and the primary group, which is arguably NBC’s biggest sponsor.

Daughter.

The owner of the Chinese restaurant arrived just in time.

He stands in front of the store with two large metal bags attached to the back of his bicycle.

I took a metal bag and went into the store with the owner to avoid the situation.

Before we knew it, the table was filled with jajangmyeon, tangsuyuk, and gunmandu.

“Mrs. Jeong, sweet and sour pork is complimentary.”

The mother waves her hand at the Chinese restaurant owner’s words and shoves a bill into his pocket.

“Oh my- how much do you get for selling it, take it-”

“Haha, no, a gift, a gift. A gift for our Sanggye-dong pride.”

“But that’s not the case-”

A friendly argument between the two begins in front of the counter.

“Oh my, if I do this, I won’t even get paid for the Jajangmyeon?”

“Oh my, why are you like this?”

The Chinese restaurant owner took my mother’s hand out of his pocket, pulled out the remaining bills, threw them on the counter, and hurriedly left the place.

“Service, service – you always give us service when you come to our house. And how great is it that our market street is full of life thanks to the river?”

“Haha, okay – I’ll eat well-”

“Yes, enjoy your meal.”

The mother sits at the table where the food is prepared with a very proud expression on her face.

“Oh my, really, I can’t spend money because of my son.”

The women snickered and lifted their chopsticks at the mother’s words, which sounded like bragging but weren’t.

The younger sister looks at her mother like that and starts mixing the jajangmyeon nervously. Between the small sighs, a deep regret can be felt.

I quietly asked the director, who was sitting next to me, lost in thought and unable to even stir the jajangmyeon.

“You said you were open to any conditions?”

“Yes, yes? Yes. Of course.”

“Is this a family special?”

“Yes, that’s right. As long as they’re high school students, it doesn’t matter if they’re cousins ​​or third cousins, they’re family.”

David looks at me from across the room.

He too has eyes filled with anticipation.

If I were to participate in the scholarship quiz again and win first place again, it would definitely benefit David.

Ignoring his gaze, he called out to his little sister who was reaching for the sweet and sour pork with her chopsticks.

“Sister.”

“why.”

A curt answer is heard.

“The director here asked if I wanted to appear in the scholarship quiz.”

Everyone’s chopsticks stopped.

“Me, me?”

“If you don’t like it, then don’t say anything.”

“Who, who doesn’t like it?”

I turned my head and looked at the director.

“That’s right.”

The director, who had been standing there blankly, nods his head as if he understands and begins to speak to his older sister in a halting tone.

“Student Hye-ri is so pretty that all the men in the country will go crazy!”

“Hey, I’m not a talent.”

“No! Even the most talented people wouldn’t even give Hye-ri a business card!”

“Oh my – I wonder if I can do it well.”

“Didn’t Hye-ri say she’s going to Seoul National University Medical School this time?”

“I haven’t passed yet.”

“Hye-ri’s grades will be enough!”

It’s not as difficult as my mother hoped.

The little sister’s small wish to appear on TV once and make her mother proud of her daughter.

It wouldn’t be right for me to oppress my younger sister by insisting on protecting her like a guardian.

If you’re having a hard time because of fame, just make it easier for you then. What’s the use of worrying about things that haven’t even happened yet?

Let’s put aside all the unnecessary worries.

I think it’s enough to just see the expression on my little sister’s face, who looks so excited and expectant right now.

By the way, it would be good to also make use of NBC’s educational department.

Because it was a time when there were very few media outlets.

“Tuna! I’ll find a beauty salon!”

“Attama Hye-ri, is that the kid who is turning the whole country upside down on TV?”

“Then- whose daughter is she?”

“Sister In-sook, I’ll make sure to pick out Hye-ri’s outfit so that it looks neat.”

“Haha, so I’ll just trust my little brother?”

Mothers and swimming sisters may have already created stars.

My little sister looks at me and smiles.

My older sister must be really happy.

“Director, I’ll tell you more details later.”

“Yes, that’s right! All students!”

The director also looks equally happy.

They say it’s a three-pronged approach.

The director has been working hard for over a month and has been rewarded, so it’s only natural that he’d be happy about that.

David smiles sinisterly, the corners of his mouth lifting.

I don’t like that one.

“We need to talk about the scholarship again.”

“Hey, is this it?”

“Because I’m sick.”

“Really, why do you only do this to me?”

Because it’s fun.