God of Money

Sunday morning.

As soon as he got up, he let out a moan.

"Ugh. You drank too much yesterday."

As I stroked my hand, I felt the warm honey water my mother left by my head. I raised my upper body and drank a cup of honey water, and my insides quickly calmed down.

"Phew, I definitely like youth."

Twenty-six.

Even though only a glass of honey water was added to the vivid body, the body quickly calmed down. The comet who ruled with honey water reminded me of last night.

Something that is worth 150 trillion dollars.

Just thinking about it made me feel better, so I burst into laughter. Only one thing caught my mind.

"Algorithm Trading System has backfired to MQTT."

However, I felt no objection at all to knowing that the reward was not small. Yooseong went straight into the bathroom, finished showering, and sat down in front of the desk. I didn't want to brag about any of it. I wanted to be recognized as the best technician in the country and the best in the world. I moved my clasped hand and placed it on the keyboard.

"Let's get started."

He started searching the Internet first.

mqtt.

mqtt release.

mqtt source code.

We tried to gather the relevant data in several search terms, but there was definitely a shortage of data; mqtt became an open source for everyone to use in 2010. Furthermore, developers became interested in Facebook in 2011 after adopting it as a core technology for their messaging apps.

"Hmm · · · This should be developed directly from 1 to 10 without fail."

There was nothing I couldn't develop. I have been working as the head of the Comb Main Server team and researched for a long time to introduce the relevant technology - I still remember vividly because it was only a few months ago and not 10 years ago.

The dominant rubbed his beard and thought.

'How to do it quickly and completely.'

It wasn't a completely time-consuming situation; the algorithm trading system had to be built by September. The development speed will definitely be faster if there is a code that can be referenced. One word passed through the head of the rethinking dominant.

"Apache ActiveMQ?"

Apache ActiveMQ.

much like mqtt, it was a message sending server with many publish/subscribe structures. Often, the term pub/sub refers to a structure in which a person named A can receive messages at the same time from multiple people who were subscribed to the message "Hobbies." Generally, the alarm messages received from Android or iPhone consist of a similar structure.

Apache Activemq is a program with a freely available 'Apache 2.0 license'.

The advantage of finding the code of the program on the Internet was that it quickly created the MQTT program using the relevant code.

Tadak.

Tadahak.

Ta-da, ta-da.

All you hear in the room are keyboard taps. I already told my parents.

Leave me alone until I get out.

I didn't want to break the flow during development. I was working hard, but it was even worse when I was developing something that annoyed me when someone interrupted me. It was similar to writing a similar novel.

Glug.

My phone was shaking on the desk, but it didn't attract the attention of the dominant. A dominant figure who had been focusing more on coding for a long time got up from the chair, spreading his base.

"Message sending and receiving and parsing modules are over, now check for device survival connected to threads and again · · · ·.."

I checked the developed part and the development part. I woke up in the morning and developed about 30% until 3 p.m. Progress was faster than I thought. Apache ActiveMQ code was helping a lot.

But there was a bigger reason than that.

Those who try cannot follow those who enjoy it.

The pleasant cannot follow the needy.

However, no matter how desperate he was, he could not follow the man who had died once.

It was a result of the fact that the dominant was about to die.

"Oww, my back. I have to get off the gym and start working out."

The phone stopped ringing again while dominant distracted. It was a phone call from Park Jong-hyun. I opened my phone and checked, but it wasn't a headache.

9 missed cases.

Park Jong-hyun and Yoon Chan-jong alternately called me. And then the phone rang again.

“Summer?”

It was the first call I made since I broke up with her in the summer.

* * *

Cold summer.

She was also her first love to the dominant. It was only six months of meeting, but it remained a more intense memory. After that, I repeated several meetings and breakups with other women over the age of 30, but did not leave much room.

My first love.

But now I had to throw it away. I was trying to figure out why the rumor, "First love doesn't come true." Through a few encounters, I was drenched by memories, including why I had to break up. It was never a pleasant memory.

Rather, it was a painful memory.

While Yooseong was in memory for a while, his phone stopped, and Park Jong-hyun called again.

Don't call me until you get this.

If it was Park Jong-hyun he knew, he would still be able to do that.

As soon as I got the call, Park Jong-hyun shouted.

Why aren't you answering your phone?

I could not help but speak quickly.

Yesterday was always clear. Buy dinner tonight.

"Got it, man."

Park Jong-hyun, who was answering the phone, paused and heard a murmur.

I hear you.

Well, let's ask him to come here.

Hurry up.

Yeah, go ahead.

Come on. Come on.

Park Jong-hyeon carefully asked me this time whether I gathered opinions.

I'm in the middle of a study here. Can you come over? Come and tell me how you studied in a short period of time. I'm curious about Chanjong, too. You got a lot of help from Chan Jong.

"You made that up, didn't you?"

W-Would you like me to change it? Put me on?

"Okay, so call the place."

It was true that Yoon Chan-jong helped me in college and before joining Daesan. He got up after finishing what he was doing.

The rendezvous point is Gangnam Station.

Since it was weekend afternoon, Gangnam Station was swarming with people. After returning to my previous life, it was the first place I had come. Though chaotic, the overflowing youth revitalized my whole body. He followed the alleyway to the meeting place.

"It's uncomfortable without a smartphone at this point."

If it had been the same, you would have used Nexter's Map to find the meeting place on your own. But not now. I had to walk around a couple of times.

"He said he had a super on and turned it around the corner at the end of the block."

While walking around, I saw a sign that said ’Success Study'. Beneath the sign, the copper tablets I saw yesterday were curling cigarettes. He didn't know his name anyway, so he ignored it and tried to overlook it. However, Lee Jin-seok called out to the dominant.

"Hey."

"Me?"

"Just in case you're thinking about hanging around for the summer."

Ridiculous. Disgusting. What in the world could a human being behave like that? Ah! There was one!

"What?"

He threw the cigarette that was biting him into the corner.

"Tsk. Don't make me say it twice."

Then I went up to the study room because I couldn't say anything. The dominant glances at the entrance for a moment at the heart of the dog chasing the chicken.

"That's one crazy bitch of yours."

The dominant star quickly followed up. When I arrived at the place listed in the text, about seven people sat down. The familiar face was quite noticeable.

Yooseong approached first in the summer as if to look.

"Haha, hello again. I'll buy you the rice you promised me last time. Because summer you like meat. Let's go to the hotel on Itaewon. The meat buffet there was delicious."

The cheeks in the next summer were glowing.

"Uh, uh."

Boom. Boom.

Then I hit my forearm naturally several times. It was just a light skinship, but a spark flashed from the two eyes of the oriental stone. The dominance did not stop there. Inside the long, raw hair in the summer. I took my hand to the back of my ear.

"Uh, I buried something here."

Fireworks.

At the same time, two faces turned red. He didn't care about winning, and asked the rest of them to shake his hand. Yooseong whispered very quietly when he stood in front of Yang Jeong-seok, passing by Park Jong-hyun, Yoon Chan-jong and others.

"If you ever think about summer, stop. You're a fucking idiot."

Bang, bang.

At that moment, Aristocracy couldn't help but grip the neck of the dominant.

"Son of a bitch!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Jung-Seok!"

"What are you doing?!"

The people around me rushed in with a worried look. On the other hand, Park Jong-hyeon and Yoon Chan-jong looked at him with sympathetic eyes.

"There are a few things I did while I was in school, not studying hard."

The dominant grabbed the hands of the oriental stone as he spoke.

"One of them is exercise."

"Ugh."

A groaning came from the mouth of the sacred stone. The dominant does not stop, and the hand of the oriental stone is ripped out with pure power.

"I even heard how hard he was getting his head into muscles."

At that moment, Park Jong-hyeon flinched. That's what he said. Aristocracy did not conceal the rotten color. I was already sweating cold on my forehead. The hand away from the neck of the dominant was quietly returned to its original position as if it were a house of shame.

Tak.

The dominant hand held a momentarily tightened and pushed the popliteal.

The coup d 'etang.

Losing my center, Aristocrats slammed down on the floor, crushing the buttocks. The dominant glances down at the top and mutters.

"Next time, I'll see you in a place without friends."

Seeing you again, the dreadful scent of death rises. When I looked at it again, I felt like everyone was going to die, and no one in that position could rest. Through the heavy silence, Park Jong-hyun stopped him.

"Hey, why are you doing that? Enough, enough."

Yoon Chan-jong said something.

"Wooseong."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay. I'm sorry, but I feel like eating today."

When he finished speaking, he left the study room. After that, Park Jong-hyun hurriedly chased after him, and Yoon Chan-jong and the summer were no exceptions.