My Dad Is Too Strong

There is a saying that praise makes even whales dance.

Like everyone else, it feels good to be praised by others.

Good-will compliments make you smile at the corners of your mouth, but as if it were too much or no.

If you listen to endless praise, you will suffer.

"......not the end here. After Lee Do-joon joined the company, the number of contract hunters belonging to Seoul City Hall, as well as their rank, began to grow. Now, if you look at the graph here, we've compiled a distribution chart of the number of quarterly contract hunters and the trend of rating changes at a glance."

Song Jung-seok, head of the crack management division.

He spat on the microphone.

He was giving a speech to the trainees about Dojun's greatness(?).

It's already been an hour.

"Wow... ...that was a great man."

"The Hunter Administration deserves a special favor."

The pupils' eyes glistened whenever the screen of the presentation went over.

It was like baby birds that were eating their mother's feed.

Song Jung-seok's words contained only a lie-free truth, but it seemed to be more exaggerated because he put in a lot of overly dramatic rhetoric in his speech.

"......."

Dojun closed his eyes stealthily.

Somehow I had a throbbing forehead.

When on earth did those materials come up?

Of course, difficult to disclose to the public.

S-class single-handed punitive cases with a figure of 5,000 or higher.

There was nothing wrong with the central attack.

"......and!"

Song Jung-seok, full of energy.

The same was true of the same.

Usually this kind of education was supposed to be sleepy, but people were listening to Song Jung-seok's heated speech earlier than ever.

"It is this guidebook that brings together the know-how of Lee Do-joon!"

Clap clap clap!

A thunderous round of applause came out.

People in the auditorium turned to Do-jun.

Lim Hyo-sang, whose lips were sticking out until an hour ago, was also now looking at Do-jun with eyes full of envy. Is this a crack management training or a fan club meeting?

Dojun breathed a short sigh.

Lee Kang-hyun, a swordsman.

He was the chairman of the "DoSamo," a group that loves Lee Do-joon.

This group called Dosamo was a very secretive organization, with only 12 members at present. Tossamo, the chairman of Korea's leading S-class Hunters, was deeply troubled.

for educational purposes

Song Jung-seok, head of the crack management division.

He produced a presentation file for local government crack management officials across the country to introduce guidelines based on plans created by Do-joon for crack management training at the Human Resources Development Institute, which was truly attractive.

in a burst

The door of the Oval Office opens and a man comes in.

Ryu Jun-yeol, lying on the sofa yawning repeatedly, closed his eyes showing signs of fatigue. This is because I woke up early in the morning and ran for a ride to deal with three Class S monsters that appeared in Gyeonggi Province.

"Ryu Jun-yeol."

"Why?"

"What do you think we need if we get another new member one day?"

"......there's probably no one else coming in."

Hunter, who was recently promoted to class S, was Cha Ye-ji.

Hunter, supported by Dojun and promoted from grade F to grade S at once.

Ryu Jun-yeol thought about the current lineup of A-class hunters. Is there anyone else among them who can be promoted to S-class Hunter? Of course, if time goes by, I will naturally level up and improve my skills, but it seemed difficult for me over the last three years.

asked Ryu Jun-yeol.

"But why are you asking me that all of a sudden?"

"Look at this for a moment."

Wake up and look at the monitor screen.

A presentation file with a title that says Training.

"It's made by Song. I think it's a good idea."

"Wow, he's fearless."

Ryu Jun-yeol suddenly had a bad feeling.

"So we're going to make something like...…."

"New members may not know you well. Of course, I'm free to join."

"... ...senior. No, Kang Hyun-hyung. Don't you remember how I got in trouble before?"

Once, Ryu Junyeol was.

There was a time when I made a report called "Director's Analysis Report."

About six months have passed since Do-joon was caught and sentenced to 100 pages of letters of apology before he decided not to do such a foolish thing again.

"I remember."

"He, but why?"

"Of course you should keep it a secret from the officer in charge. In the first place, it's the same with Dosamo."

Dosamo is an extremely secretive organization.

No one should be caught about this organization except for its members.

In particular, I didn't know what kind of terrible judgment would be made if I was caught by Do-jun, the party concerned.

a gulp

"Me, me, I'm out."

"Really?"

"......."

"Well. It's your freedom."

"No, brother. I'm really scared."

I don't know about anyone else.

He was already two outs in the bottom of the ninth inning.

owing to one small incident or another

Dojun was sentenced to considerable remorse.

So

Meaning there's no more extra life.

"I get it. I don't catch anyone who doesn't like it either."

***

"Wow, that's good."

It was Han Min-ji who got lucky first.

S-class hunters of '12' gathered in the small meeting room of the Hunter Administration Bureau.

He smiled constantly at the presentation made by Song.

"S-rated hunters go under you anyway, don't they? As the director will explain, I don't think that's enough. Wouldn't it be much easier to understand you if you looked at the data made by your classmates in S class?"

What a great man Dojun is.

And what kind of support have you provided for S-levels so far?

The S-class people gathered here, big or small, were directly or indirectly supported by Dojun.

Especially those who were most indebted were Behemus, Icarus, and Cha Yeji.

Except for Ryu, they were all showing great favor for the plan.

"Ryu Jun-yeol, Hunter?"

Ryu Jun Yeol, who has been shaking his legs a lot.

Cha Ye-ji, who was sitting next to her, tilted her head.

He was showing signs of anxiety.

Ryu Jun-yeol was forced to attend because of the atmosphere, as all the other S-class people joined forces to make Lee Do-joon's "Weinjeon."

"Now I really don't know...…."

"Don't worry. Don't be caught. You'll never know if we're the only ones who knows? It's been a while since the Dosamo was made, but since we haven't been caught."

"......."

Indeed, the words made sense.

Well

We're gathering in secret.

Dojun had no idea.

If you knew, you'd have said something.

"Well, then I want you to come up with some of the great achievements. Especially if you could bring me a story that I've experienced in person."

"Yes! Good!"

Cha Ye-ji smiled broadly at Lee Kang-hyun's words.

Working with Do-joon at the Seoul City Hall, she remembered so much that she could talk all night about his good points.

She wasn't the only one.

Other S-levels felt similar to her.

When they dissolved the position, they began to wonder what they would put in the great exhibition.

Time has passed and five days have already passed.

The process of making a 'guyinjeon' was going smoothly.

At first, Ryu Jun-yeol, who said no, took the lead in taking charge of the work. In fact, he was more interested than anyone else in making a 'guyinjeon.'

He's already.

He once created the original "Director's Analysis Report" by himself.

At that time, I lent it to Jeon Dong-pil, who had just become an S-class, but I was caught by Do-joon, but how could I be caught working so carefully now?

"The color is 80 won per sheet. It costs 4,000 won for 50 copies."

"If I add the binding, I'll give you 5,000 won more, right?" Sprinkling."

"Yes."

"Oh, right. And I have a coupon. Can I use this?"

I asked, showing 1,000 won discount coupon.

"Of course, but you've been here before, haven't you?"

"Yes. You remember."

"Hahaha! Of course. He's very famous. You've been binding something like this before. I think I gave you the coupon then."

Nod.

Ryu Jun-yeol paid 10,000 won to get back 2,000 won.

2,000 won made me feel better when I thought about buying six bungeoppangs on my way back.

The binding was a separate collection of his own works, but it was expected to cover more than 300 pages, including those of others.

rock rock and roll

Outputs pour down the tray at a rapid pace.

The owner of the printing house, who looked down at the bottom.

I was curious about what the printout was, but Ryu Jun-yeol only answered that it was a "secret project.

***

It's been a day since I came back from camp training.

Dojun came to the City Hall and dealt with the work he had been delayed.

I stopped by Daehan Workshop in Hunter Management to get an estimate for C-level equipment to be paid to contract hunters.

Looking at my watch, it's already 6 p.m.

Now it's time to go home and have dinner.

"Should I buy some bungeoppang?"'

Today, Hakase and Kiriel said they were taking a break from the cart bar.

I've decided to stop by somewhere near Hunter' Although it was smaller than Hakase's cart bar, it was still selling only two kinds of fish bread and fish cakes in the well-organized cart bar.

'Huh?

I said I could feel the familiar vibe.

Ryu Jun-yeol was standing inside the cart bar.

Ryu Jun-yeol was quite happy to see if something good happened.

"Three pizzas and three custard creams, please."

"Yes. Just a moment, please."

Ryu Jun-yeol took 2,000 won out of his wallet and handed it over to the owner.

He was wearing a spring note on his side, and while the shopkeeper was holding the bungeoppang, he unfolded the note and turned it over and looked gladly.

"What can I get for the person in the back?"

The owner of the store asked Dojun, holding the bungeoppang.

"Please give me 3,000 won worth of sweet red beans."

"Yes."

Ryu Jun-yeol, who was looking at the notes, turned his head back.

"......."

Ryu Jun-yeol lost his smile.

At the same time, Do-jun's gaze turned to the note.

Took.

Ryu Jun-yeol drops notes.

Dojun bent down and picked up his note.

[Doh Jun's biography]

Ryu Jun-yeol's complexion turned pale.

Then I looked at Dojun's sense.

"Well, that sounds like an excuse, but please listen to me."

Turn over the pages.

There was no change in expression on Dojun's face.

Amazingly cool. However, the eyes began to sink coldly.

"Well, I swear I wouldn't."

Do-joon's touch on the bookshelf was so calm.

And

Bam!

Dojun covered the note and returned it to Ryu Jun-yeol.

Ryu Jun-yeol said in a surprise.

"Oh, my God! Officer in charge. Say, this isn't actually made by me alone.

Ryu Jun-yeol in a flurry.

But in the end.

If you're not alone, you're not talking about who else is.

Somehow Do-jun smiled.

"It's a secret, right?"

"......."

Ryu Jun-yeol nodded cautiously.

On that day, Ryu Jun-yeol was sentenced to 100 letters of apology by Do-jun.

However, I was able to write a letter of apology with a light heart because I thought I was not caught about the existence of the "Dosamo," which is a top secret.