Rust - Chapter 44



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RUST-44

At Executive Director Choi’s order to cut off the head of the Charlotte Hotel president, Director Lee raised his voice without realizing it.

Everyone, including the staff around him and the person who was forcibly eating the shit, was shocked and fell into silence. Director Lee hid his feelings of ‘Oops’ and came out of the workroom. Suddenly, he was going to pick up the Charlotte Hotel president. The position of the manager was not important. This was dangerous.

Ignoring the director’s embarrassed voice, Executive Director Choi continued his story.

[Director Kim will turn the whole of Busan upside down. He may even go to the Charlotte Hotel himself. If that happens, the hotel’s security will be relaxed. Taking advantage of that opportunity, he’s telling Director Yoo to work before Director Kim, who is on his line.]

What the hell is this? It’s not the 80s, and you’re going to hit someone on the head while they’re fighting? Do you really think that’s going to work? In this day and age, with cell phones, walkie-talkies, and even CCTVs?

Above all, there was something suspicious. He said he was talking to the Charlotte Group about a series of issues, including the incident that seemed to have been caused by Ms. Kim, and then he suddenly asked me to bring him the head of the Charlotte Hotel president?

“Director Choi, is this something that has been officially decided by the company?”

[Why do you care about that? Aren’t you my direct subordinate? Then why don’t you just do as I say?]

A vein began to appear on the side of this director’s head.

Exclusive, yes. Yes, I was doing everything that they told me to do because I was an exclusive. But this is not right. If I do something that wasn’t officially decided by the company and there’s a problem, then I have to take responsibility for everything, right?

“Even if it’s exclusive, this is too big of a deal. It’s hard to make a move without knowing the exact situation.”

Director Lee simply said it as it was. On the other end of the phone, Executive Director Choi was silent for a moment.

[I met with the Charlotte headquarters executives several times, but the Charlotte headquarters executives said that the series of incidents, including the Kim Yang incident, were all committed by the crazy bitch who runs the Charlotte Hotel. They said that if we get rid of that bitch, the entire Charlotte Group will support us.]

“······.”

This manager was giving me a headache.

[It’s a ball that deals with the root cause of the problem. If you cut off that bitch’s head before Director Kim, who would object? You taking the manager’s seat.]

“······.”

[Time is running out, so finish that business quickly and go down to Busan. I’ll be waiting for good news this time.]

It was Executive Director Choi who hung up the phone before the director could even answer.

Hah- What the- fuck. Seriously-

The quiet workshop was noisy. Charlotte Hotel, a subsidiary of Charlotte Group, was a fairly large company within the group. But you wanted to cut off the head of the president of such a place?

The employees whispered to each other about what was going on, and the sobbing gradually grew louder. The man who had been forced to eat feces was sobbing. Hearing this, it was clear that I would really be treated like the executive director Choi had said.

What could have been the problem? The dull noise she heard near her house and posted it on social media as a gunshot?

Ignoring the warning to take down the post, he made a joke saying that South Korea has freedom of expression?

Looking at the warning, you said that it was a real gunshot sound, and you told me to try it while lying about the warning?

In response to a comment saying that the film company will sue for billions of won in damages, he said, “What the hell! What billions of won? You told me to do it?”

Did you spread it around and play with it?

The fact that he was caught like this meant that there was really an incident where dozens of people died. He was covering it up and he was the one who messed up.

I thought to myself as I was dragged here and fed him shit. If I wanted to kill him, I would kill him right away, but seeing him eat shit, I guess he won’t kill me. I swore that if I could live, I would erase everything and never do it again on social media or anything, but now that I’ve heard people say that I killed the Charlotte Hotel president, I have to assume that he’s dead.

Oh my gosh

Ughhhhhhhhhhhh

The youngest asked Team Leader Ahn, the leader of Team 1, with a man wailing sadly in the background.

“But, why are Director Kim and Director Lee on such bad terms?”

“It’s all because of one’s origins.”

“What is your nationality?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s like the real thing. Under this manager, kids like us have short purse strings, and to put it nicely, they’re from the neighborhood who rely on their fists and do stupid things. To put it badly, they’re not even gangsters, but rather low-quality punks.”

“······.”

“Director Kim, you guys are straight-up gangsters, guys who dropped out of the arts and sports world, guys who got into trouble in the military, and stuff like that. You guys look down on us and treat us like thugs, so Director Lee got mad at that and attacked us, and that’s how the bad relationship started.”

“Ah- Yes? That’s what it was.”

Team Leader Ahn took out a cigarette and lit it.

“The company is short on staff, so they hurriedly gathered the kids together and gave them business cards saying they were security guards. Hey. Stop talking. Damn it. You, the youngest, got hired as a security guard too, right? You don’t have any other experience and you’re a high school graduate. And you’re exempt from that? You’re the only one in the house who earns money.”

“······ yes.”

“Look at that. Most of the kids under this manager are like that. They’re like odd-job workers who are good at filling up the company’s quota and filling the leash with their salaries. Security, fuck. Manager Kim’s side will be treated properly, because even the same security side will blow it.”

The youngest thought, I have to be good at tightroping.

“Hey, shit-”

Team Leader Ahn suddenly spit out the cigarette he was smoking and took out his vibrating cell phone. Frowning slightly at the call, he went into a small room in the corner of the workroom.

A man who cries loudly and wailing. Perhaps he is going to Gongguri?

I thought that the way he dealt with things by feeding them shit and beating them to shut them up, and sending them to the provinces or overseas to shut their mouths, might be this director’s limitations. If this director had a lot of money, wouldn’t he burn 70 million or 100 million to handle things well?

I was grateful to the manager who chose me during the interview, but isn’t that the same thing on the Internet or on Newtube? The company says that if you get in the wrong line, you’ll end up a cripple. When you can get in the right line, you have to do it well. In the military, half of it is just standing in line.

The youngest fiddled with his cell phone and sent a text message.

[I’m the youngest, Do Min-wook. It seems like this director is going into work as the president of Hotel Charlotte.]

I thought that this was enough, nothing more. If I asked to be sent under Director Kim, would he send me? It seemed like Director Kim would call me. I needed money. More money. And in order to get a higher salary, I had to move.

[Uh- youngest. Are you taking care of your hyung? Thank you. I won’t forget you.]

The youngest felt more trustworthy because Director Kim simply said thank you without asking for more information. The youngest, who deleted the records of sent and received text messages, thought about the future with the man’s wailing as the background music.

This manager was crazy and delusional.

They trained the kids, but in this manager’s eyes, half of them were worthless and the other half were worthless. They were supposed to be security guards, but they were barely able to control customers at marts, department stores, and hotels. They were picking on the ones with some physical strength and going after Kim Yang and Maru or something.

Kim Yang-i was armed, but she was alone, and Maru was a civilian A. It was a case where there was room to somehow use numbers. But going to Hotel Charlotte and beheading the president was on a different level. Were the kids there just regular kids? They were the kids protecting the president?

Even the Charlotte Hotel has long been a place where there have been rumors of collusion with the Japanese Yakuza. Fighting bloodily with the Yakuza who are wielding guns and Japanese swords? Our children? When even ordinary people can’t fight properly, and he himself is trying to show them how by eating shit?

Shit came out on its own. Is this what they call auto-shit? Anyway, since the kids in the workshop heard the sound, it was a situation where all the kids below would soon know. The manager thought he had to strike first and entered the workshop.

Oh my gosh

Okay okay

A man was seen wailing loudly, drooling from his mouth mixed with feces, as if the funnel that had been in his mouth had fallen out. The director automatically swore.

What the fuck

What about that?

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Ki-sun slept soundly.

The hotel manager changed and they said they changed the bedding to better ones while remodeling the interior, and the Charlotte Hotel was definitely better than before. I needed a good night’s sleep because I was working on the yacht interior remodeling site until almost 10 p.m. yesterday, and it was the first time in a long time that I had slept well.

What was ridiculous was that it was past 10:30 at night, and by 11:00, Maru hadn’t arrived. What on earth had he loaded that made the car so slow? What was he trying to load onto the ship?

Ki-soon was curious. So I should wake him up now. It’s not the first time that he’s rotted the inside of his shoes.

Tsk-

Thinking about Maru made me sad in many ways. He was a friend who had been by my side through elementary and middle school, but after he entered high school and his house was ruined, he was a friend who had fallen apart endlessly.

shit.

It wasn’t a magpie repaying a favor, but that tale came to mind. The tale of the magpies ringing a bell until their heads were broken to save a scholar who saved his chicks from a snake. Since the parent magpies died with their heads broken, wouldn’t the chicks have starved to death? It felt exactly like that.

Sigh- It really pisses me off when I think about it, but what can I do? It’s just how it is. It’s clear that he’s hiding something, but I can’t ask because I feel like another bomb will go off, and I know he’ll tell me someday, but I just don’t want to know.

Before Maru’s family went bankrupt, he was someone who said he would go to Korea University. Even if his family went bankrupt, he thought he could still go to Sinchon University or Anam University if he lowered his major, but he suddenly applied to a low-ranking university in Seoul to receive a four-year scholarship and went straight to the military.

After that, he went down to Gyeonggi-do and ate and slept in the company dormitory and dropped out of school. If he was going to do that, he should have at least built up his academic background, or at least gotten a good school and started tutoring. What is that damn pride? Did his brain get ruined because his family was ruined? He was so stubborn that he wouldn’t listen to anyone.

“Ha- Seriously, this guy… What should I do with this?”

What exactly did you bring?

Ki-sun called Maru, full of the desire to become a morning bug even now. As expected, he didn’t pick up right away. She knew that would happen.

[Uh- Uh- What time is it?]

“What time? Don’t be a jerk and come out quickly. The luggage will be coming in early in the morning, and the luggage that was loaded onto the truck needs to be unloaded and sorted in advance so that it can be loaded onto the yacht. Shut up and come out quickly.”

[Just 30 minutes… no, just 10 minutes…]

“Shut up! What did you say yesterday? You said you’d come out if I called you? Stop talking nonsense and come out quickly! If you don’t come out right now, I’ll just- I’ll go back to sleep. I’ll go tomorrow. You can go the day after tomorrow. I heard that you won a hotel event and got 2 nights and 3 days for free, and if you add one more day, you can stay for 3 nights and 4 days.”

[Ah- Seriously, just 5 minutes···]

“You’re screwed, right? You seem to be okay since you have free time. Okay, sleep well. Get some rest tomorrow or the day after. I’m going to sleep more, too.”

[Ah- Okay- I’m awake. Sorry.]

You should have done that a long time ago. Ki-sun came out in high spirits.

So what did you bring? It feels like you ate something bad and had side effects?

Judging from the fact that you said it was heavy, is it a jet ski? An amphibious motorcycle? A tracked special vehicle?

There was a time when Ki-sun thought like that.

“Hey… You… You, no way. Did you steal it from the place that set fire there…?”

Ki-sun felt like her mouth was completely dry.

They said it was like that in Japan, so is it like that here too?

My friend was an arsonist and burglar?

Do you really not understand why I’m chasing you to the death to fuck you?

These are the things that fill Gi-sun’s eyes.

Gold bars in a clear plastic box.

Bundles of the world’s major currencies, all wrapped in plastic.

And the firearms you only see in movies, and the things that look like special forces equipment…

Those things were piled up tightly in the top car.

Seriously… Mom… I think I’m going crazy.

I’m going crazy.

I think I’m going crazy.

I’m going to turn back.

Let’s just hit him. I can’t stand it. Let’s just beat that little bastard up.

Ki-soon screamed.

“Hey, fuck Hamaru! You crazy bastard!”

Come here. Come here!