God of Money

Park Jong-hyun who followed me outside gave me a pinjan.

"You need to kill that temper head."

"It is said that three times the Son of Man will be saved."

"Phew, I heard something somewhere. Buy yourself a drink instead of food."

"Liquor?"

"Chanjong, how about a drink? What do you think about summer?"

The two nod at the same time. Park Jong-hyun quickly said that he didn't think it would work.

"I want to go somewhere. Meat? Great! On a day like today, we should drink soju with pork belly."

Park Jong-hyun, who was stubborn, led the crowd. Everyone was not interested in what to eat. The interest of the three is only one. It was how dominant got on the bench and how he came to speak at the Microsoft Developer Conference. And the interests of the dominant were not here. I just wanted to make small repayment for my past relationships.

"Do you want to be three bellies old? You can buy beef."

"Oh, what a Benz S class!"

Yoon Chan-jong said, feeling burdened.

"Beef is expensive. It's fine with pork belly.If it's more successful, buy it later."

"Haha, it's okay now."

Well, they won't know.

How much he made last night.

"Beef and pork belly, let's go first."

In the end, Park Jong-hyeon took the three of them to a shabby house off the main street, past Kyobo Tower at Gangnam Station.

The name was also 'Yeongmi Pork belly'. As soon as I went inside, I found my aunt.

"Aunt, here are five beers, two beers, one beer."

After finishing the order skillfully, Park Jong-hyun looked at him and said.

"Why do you have the same temper and different skills? Start with that."

"Hmm · · · Where should I start?"

"From beginning to end."

"Let's just say I'm thirsty."

Park Jong-hyun quickly poured the cup into the clothes that followed. Yooseong who drank a light beer explained the matter in more detail.

The winter holidays started and I studied like crazy. His skills have improved, and he developed a plug-in for a program called Visual Studios that came out of Microsoft as needed by the company. When I released it for free, Microsoft contacted me and gave me a talk. He also briefly explained the anecdote with the intermediate coal mine.

They were unbelievable words, but there was no way three of them wouldn't. Park Jonghyun organized a long story into one sentence.

"So ‘is fine. Is that what you're saying?"

"Haha, does that make sense?"

I muttered as if Park Jong-hyun was surprised.

"This is a live feed from the neighborhood. Breaking news! It turns out that the head of the Rain Soldier here is not a muscle."

"Puhaha, my hair was always better than yours."

"Well, I'm 3.5 and you're 3.0."

"Hehe. But I'm a recognized company and you're a ready-to-work student."

"Ugh! I can't. I need a drink."

Park Jong-hyun took a drink in a heartbeat.

"Yaaaa! Good."

After a long time, I felt better smiling and chatting with my friends.

"Hehe, I like it too."

I had a long conversation and had a quiet beer in the summer. As time went by, Park Jong-hyun who was drunk asked.

"So, all you have to do is meet your girlfriend? The car must be a Mercedes. There 'll be a lot of women in line."

I asked without hesitation even though there was a summer. At that moment, the dominant responded, looking at the feeling of the summer.

"I still have a lot to do."

"Really? What's more important than the dating business at 26?"

"Hahaha. The underclassman doesn't know the heart of the worker."

"Rrrrgh! You bastard!"

Park Jong-hyun screamed, and the cold summer when he drank beer looked at him with his eyes. And the two eyes hit the air, but the dominant quickly turned his head away. Yoon Chan-jong, who was complaining about pork belly, noticed the two senses and said.

"But you two work together, right? Weren't you told that dominant was your security, that summer was your security deployment?"

Park Jong-hyun opened his eyes wide.

"Really?"

"That's how it happened."

"Hey, you two are in a relationship. Good luck with that. It's not like summer's going anywhere."

Yooseong answered without shaking his words because of Park Jong-hyun's suggestion.

"That's not going to happen. Not under the circumstances."

The summer when I put down the squeaky beer cup to make a 'barn' sound, he said.

"Or not. What's not to like? You were always like that."

I felt a slight resentment of dominance in my pouch. One of the reasons they broke up was also because of this later summer's speech. The wound that day passed.

"That applies to you."

"What?"

"You still sound a little annoyed. I had to deal with you every time for no reason. He didn't answer my questions or ask my questions."

"That's it. You pissed me off."

"Then why wasn't I angry with you once? Do I upset you every time for the last six months we've met?"

Immediately, the cold summer frowned and couldn't answer. He looked at the summer with confused eyes.

"Did I have to endure you being so cold when I asked you a question? What you said when I raised my voice for the first and last time. Do you remember?"

I thought the dominance was good. I once saw it in a magazine that deals with gossip.

82% chance of a divorced lover ever seeing her again.

However, there was only a 3% chance that we would be able to meet again. Memories should be buried in memories. This summer, I hesitated and couldn't answer. A sentence passed in my memory, but I couldn't answer it.

"'I'm done with you.' That was the last thing I had to hear to endure."

A cold summer beer popped up in front of me. The user becomes immature, and the target becomes immature. Maybe it's because you two are immature. Every time we met, there was discord. The summer suddenly came out of nowhere.

"You're still an idiot."

The summer that I broke my lip tightly with the words, I threw myself out. Park Jong-hyun stared at them with confused eyes.

* * *

After finishing up a position with my friends, he shook his head and even shook off the polish on the floor. It was the result I was expecting from the first time I met him.

When he met her in the summer and now she is just one hit. You will quarrel for the same reason and break up for the same reason.

I just wanted to see my face once because of the fragrance about the past. Moreover, the attitude she has seen lately has hurt her dominance even more. She gave the nightmare 'the end' to herself who was angry for the first and last time, and now she was looking at herself with a different look.

Why all of a sudden?

No matter how much I think about it, there was only one difference between who I was and who I am.

Ability.

Then he was showing his appreciation for his ability to change in the summer and sending a favorable look.

What if he didn't have the ability?

I asked myself a few times, but there was only one answer.

Ignore.

What the next summer did to itself 10 years ago.

The look of disregarding the person she sent to her when she was beaten by Shin Kihwan.

The meaning of the eyes at that time was simple.

That's all you got, too.

Good job breaking up with you.

You're still here.

Same old, same old. So where do you think you're going to live with your food?

Even though I was humiliated because it was my first love, I had foolishness on the one hand. Now I have to confiscate it. I don't know how many times I'll have to face you again, but now I was perfectly motivated to go to college. So Yooseong returned home after finishing his shower, sat back at his desk and started developing MQTT.

It was easier to do because there was a code to reference. Besides that, I had a lot of work to do.

Development of MQTT.

Algorithm Trading System Development.

I had a lot to do.

There were plenty of opportunities to make money.

I've only made one trillion now.

Ocean Group 2018.

Large enterprises exceeding 400 trillion won in market capitals.

It was insufficient money to bring them down, but dominance was more desperate than disappointment.

The lights on in the dominant's room did not go out until late at night.

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* * *

The next morning.

Yooseong who came to work only had to calm his heart, which was throbbing with the office landscape.

A container of cups laying on a desk, a pizza box full of garbage, and rolling energy drink bottles.

Park Jun-woo, Kim Yong-gan and Yoon Ki-hwan.

It was a landscape where the three of them worked together. It reminds me of the time I first joined Wit Maine and struggled. I spent the night at work every day solving the ritual. I was patient and patient to taste the sweet fruit of success.

When I was in college, my fucking personality was worn out and crumbled through 10 years of social life, making it hard to find even traces of it, and I became a Yesman.

No matter how difficult the requirements were, I was OK, and I finally did it.

The hardships of those past years passed a new time when I looked at the HTS team members. I asked with a trembling voice.

"What is this? Aren't you going home?"

Lu Gihwan, who was leaning down on the chair, opened his eyes and said.

"Oh, I'm new here."

Later, Kim Yong-gun woke up, and Park Joon-woo, who was lying on his desk, finally got up. Park Joon-Woo woke up and greeted me.

"There you are."

Kim Yong-gun turned his back and said.

"Phew, I'm so frustrated. I'm not getting used to this."

"That's why they call it a 3D job."

"Haha, that again."

The dominant star looked at them and asked again.

"Home? Have you been in the office all weekend?"

Shinhwan came back from washing his hands in the bathroom and put his hands on his shoulders.

"You threatened to go with me if you weren't good enough. So everyone is desperate to do it."

He replied, biting his lips tightly.

"I told you to do well. I didn't tell you to kill yourself."

I saw myself in the past in their faces. The last time my head was bad and my body was suffering, I passed by like a light bulb. Shin Kihwan pats his head with his index finger.

"If you have a bad head, you have to suffer."

I smiled bitterly. He mumbled as if he had a habit.

"Ha, ha, ha."

"If you don't want to be ashamed of your rookie, you have to work hard. Isn't that right?"

Kim Yong-gun turned his neck stiff once and said.

"Of course."

"Now, why don't we just say good morning and brief them on the results of the weekend before we start our morning chapter?"

The dominant bites his lips tightly. Yesterday's events were blown out of my head. If they work so hard, they have to deal with it with themselves as best they can. Because that's what you get for people who try.