My Dad Is Too Strong

Ha Dae-chul was alone in the National Assembly office. He was talking to someone on the phone.

"I've told the City Hall well, so work without a hitch. If you ever get any more flustered, report it to me right away."

Ha Dae-chul, who finished talking to Guild Chief Shaq, threw his smartphone roughly onto his desk. Then I put my legs on the desk and lay down on the chair. Look at the calendar on the desk. Tomorrow's date says '9 a.m., Hotel Grand.'

***

Dojun, who calculated the taxi fare, added the steel water and lowered it.

I visited the lake in his apartment and put him down by the front door. He looks down at Kang Cheol-soo, who is so drunk that he can't even keep his body properly. After pressing the intercom's bell, Dojun came down through the current group and sat on the bench to take out his smartphone.

[REC001]

I played the recording file in the text message box.

I don't know.

You don't know?

As the lawmaker said, there may be unfair complaints. But...

While listening to the recording file, Dojun recalled the crack entry and exit record that he had checked during the day.

In fact, it was a fact that politicians, including lawmakers, have been running a workshop through Hunter to raise funds for years. And most of the time, I try to keep my tail as close as possible to avoid getting caught.

Do it if you want to report it. Ha Dae-chul runs a workshop and uses it as a cash cow. Come on, man. I'll deal with it. We can report it to the press right now, right?

However, the main character of the voice from the recording file was so bold.

This is confidence. Confidence that the chief of the crack management department can control the level of mouth. Even if the news was reported to the media, Ha Dae-chul was sure to back out, calling it the first time.

Perhaps Kang Chul-soo knew that.

That's why we prepared the recording so that it can explode properly.

But Kang tried to delete the recording file.

But relegating a civil servant is no work.

What did you just say? No matter how much you are, you seem to cross the line.

You don't think I can?

the threat of a big-namely

Kang Chul-soo was afraid.

In fact, even with Ha Dae-chul's little breath, Kang Chul-soo could easily be demoted. Ha Dae-chul's influence was great.

'The world will seem to be yours.’

He entered politics as a presidential secretary and became a successful candidate for the so-called bar exam at Seoul National University's law school. It's a sign.

He's never failed, and he'll believe he will.

The political arena of the Republic of Korea in the 21st century will be divided before and after cracks.

Politicians moved quickly to ride on a running horse. In order to survive in politics, one must ride the 'line' well. And now, there were two most certain and powerful lines.

Bug.

The secretary saluted Ha Dae-chul from his home.

A black Genesis waiting in front of the house. The secretary opened the car door, and Ha Dae-chul got into the car as if it were natural.

"Let's go."

The originally scheduled time was eight o'clock, but the performance secretary arrived half an hour earlier than that and was waiting for him. Ha Dae-chul took out a cigarette and lit it. I brushed the ashes off the ashtray in the back seat.

"How long did you say it was?"

"I've been working for about a year."

"Do your best. Not like me, but you're a decent guy, and you'll grow fast if someone leads you."

"Thank you, Senator."

Despite the cigarette smoke filling the car, the secretary did not even make a single frown. Ha smiled as he looked at the buildings in downtown Seoul, which soared high into the sky like skyscrapers.

"Sometimes. I think life is too easy.”

"......."

"These days, I dream of becoming president and entering the Blue Flag House."

"It'll be real."

"To be like that, you'll have to roast and boil two ridges first."

The secretary knew very well who Ha Dae-chul was talking about.

Originally, the executive secretary was like the shadow of a lawmaker. I used to manage his schedule the closest and stick around 24 hours a day. And there was a lot of information that I got as much as that.

"Do you know who is moving the Republic of Korea right now?"

"You're the Director of Hunter Management and the Chairman of SG Group."

It's already a question that I've asked several times.

Ha Dae-chul especially wants to show off his friendship with the two.

In fact, there is no eternal comrade in politics, but I was feeling that there was a good atmosphere between Ha Dae-chul and them, even in the eyes of the executive secretary.

"The president is said to come from the people."

"......"

"But the reality is different now. There's a lot of clutter about factions and even clueless things, but they're missing something really important.”

Boo-woong.

The roads are unusually quiet today.

It's rush hour. Originally, it was crowded with cars at this time, but now it was running without any traffic. The timing of the traffic lights was also good. It wasn't until Ha Dae-chul passed that it turned yellow.

Ha laughed as if he was in a good mood.

"Good."

It was as if he had seen his future.

It seemed to herald a march forward without any hindrance.

***

Dojun had come to work early in the morning.

Around 8 a.m. At that time, Kang Chul-soo comes into the office with a face still hungover. Sit down with a throbbing forehead. Dojun floated a glass of water and brought it to Kang Chul-soo.

"Thank you. Did you get in the right place yesterday? Why can't I remember?"

"I took the chief home yesterday and went straight home."

"Oh, Mi, I'm sorry. This is for yesterday's drinks and cab fare."

Two 50,000 won bills.

"It's all right."

"Take it, dude. Otherwise, you'll be upset."

Dojun smiled and received the money.

It was actually a lot of money, but I can't ignore the sincerity.

After confirming that he was getting paid, Kang finally drank one-shot of the water that Dojun brought in.

"Dojun."

"Yes, sir."

"I didn't say anything weird yesterday, did I?"

"You did."

"Mu, what do you mean?"

"You lost 3 million won after investing in stocks behind your aunt's back."

Kang Chul-soo blinked his eyes.

Soon he sighed with relief, then smiled awkwardly.

"Well, that's a secret. Ha ha ha."

"Yes, sir."

Fortunately, he didn't talk about what happened with Ha Dae-chul in the spirit of alcohol.

After watching Do-jun go back to his seat, Kang took out his smartphone and looked at the recording file.

I thought I deleted it yesterday, but there was still a recording file left. A file recording of what he talked to Ha Dae-chul at his office last night.

'Let's erase it.'

I didn't care about being demoted.

Kang Chul-soo looked at Do-jun and Kwon Hyuk-soo chatting.

'I'm not going to end up as one.’

It will certainly damage his innocent subordinates.

That should never happen. Belief was an important job to protect self-esteem, but it doesn't feed. The reality is always more harsh.

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Kang Chul-soo, who deleted the recording file, leaned against the chair and closed his eyes.

I felt as if I had relieved my anxiety. And he praised himself for doing well.

But I couldn't help being bitter.

"Captain."

Kang Chul-soo opened his eyes.

"Oh, why, Dojun?"

"I'm going on a business trip."

"Business trip? Where?"

"There's something I need to solve."

"Are you having a hard time? Do you want me to come with you?”

"It's okay. I'm good enough by myself."

Dojun grinned.

It was a little over 8:30 a.m. when I arrived at Hotel Grand, the place I had promised.

The hotel was really spacious. Passing through a small fountain in the lobby to the front desk, a hotel manager who recognized him approached and greeted him.

"Hello, Congressman. I'll show you this way."

Ha Dae-chul nodded and took the elevator along with the manager.

The manager laid down the button on the 30th floor. Ha Dae-chul raised his head and watched the floor rise.

Hotel Grand located in Gangnam. One of the numerous affiliates of SG Group.

"I want to remind you that you have a visitor first."

"Customer?"

"Yes. You're from City Hall..."

Ha Dae-chul frowned.

Today's seat had to be only three people, including himself.

Jeong Yeong-cheol, Moon Kwang-ho, and Ha Dae-chul are the three.

"I've never heard of it."

Thing.

I arrived on the 30th floor before I knew it.

Get off the elevator as directed by the manager. Another front is installed on the 30th floor. The female staff at the front stands up and salutes. Ha Dae-chul, however, passed her and went inside, perhaps because he was distracted by the identity of the passengers.

Four chairs on a long marble table.

Who is it?

A young man, believed to be in his late 20s, was sitting on one chair.

Although he saw Ha Dae-chul, he showed no response.

Ha Dae-chul looked at the manager once as if to what happened.

"Well, I'll say goodbye."

The manager bowed himself out.

The door closed with a bang. Two men left in a big space.

The room, which looks more than 60 pyeong, seemed to have a sense of silence as there were only two people.

"Nice to meet you. Rep. Ha Dae-chul."

Only then does the man greet with a smile.

Ha Dae-chul sat opposite the man. And glared at the man.

"Who are you?"

He said he came out of City Hall.

Ha Dae-chul was able to find a civil servant's card hanging around his neck.

There were only photos on the civil service card, but no names were given.

"I'm Lee Do-joon, a crack management officer at Seoul City Hall."

"......what?"

It was quite embarrassing.

How dare you think this is your seat?

Ha Dae-chul laughed in vain as if he was being dejected.

Besides, the crack management department in Seoul City Hall.

"These crack-management pups are running out of place."

a meeting place

I'm sure only a fraction of you know this fact.

Ha Dae-chul wondered how Do-joon knew about this place.

Did either Jung Young-chul or Moon Kwang-ho invite you?

'No, it can't be.'

It is safe to say that there is no common sense to have a contact with a lower-level civil servant.

'Then how?’

Do-joon said, looking at Ha Dae-chul, who is rolling Shin Chan.

"You've grown up quite smoothly as a politician."

a piece of paper in Dojun's hand

It was easy to see Ha Dae-chul's political career.

"You have no criminal record that a member of the National Assembly would have, and you have a brilliant career that is unparalleled in the community... ...and you're the next presidential candidate."

Ha Dae-chul's eyebrows wriggled.

I felt strange about his way of speaking as if he knew what the occasion was.

"But what do we do?”

said Dojun with a grin.

"I think you should end your political career here."