My Dad Is Too Strong

A magnificent mansion built in Hannam-dong, Yongsan-gu.

SG Group Chairman Moon Kwang-ho stopped by his house that day by delaying or canceling all of his daily schedules when he heard that stars were coming to play despite his busy schedule. Although the chairman, like any office worker, made the case for "personal circumstances," all of his close aides knew that stars were meant to see a child.

"Oh, my granddaughter!"

"Half of it!"

Moon Kwang-ho ran out as soon as the star entered the porch.

After a light bow, the accompanying secretary who guided him home leaves the house. From this point on, it is strictly the domain of President Moon's personal life. He had a glimpse of Dojun before leaving the door.

"Come on in, too. Thank you for coming all the way here."

Moon Kwang-ho's attitude toward Dojun was very frugal.

With a light smile, Do-jun entered the spacious living room along Moon Kwang-ho in his prepared indoor slippers and sat on the sofa. Before I knew it, Moon Kwang-ho's wife was preparing a car.

Star scurryed toward the kitchen, hugging his wife, Kim Jung-sook.

Oh, my. Byul brought snacks.

Wow. It's yummy. What's all this is it yummy? I'll buy a dragon Don Eu.

Ho ho ho ho. I'm proud of you.

Before I knew it, Moon Kwang-ho's head was facing toward the kitchen.

the corners of his mouth fluttered up like a clown would ascend

Then, he realized that he was in front of Dojun and coughed in vain.

"How have you been?"

"Yes. Have you been at peace?"

"I'm an old man in the back room. There's nothing to worry about."

That's what he said, but he couldn't be unaware that the schedule of the SG family chairman, who has more than 20 affiliates, would be quite tight. Nevertheless, I was grateful as Dojun, for being so willing to give time for the stars.

Thick.

Kim Jung-sook is preparing refreshments and tea.

refreshments are snacks that Byul bought a lot at the supermarket in the morning. Defective foods were mainly priced at 100 won and 200 won.

"You must be busy, but thank you for bringing Moon Byul. Our president actually had high expectations since last night."

"Hum! Hm! I have a sore throat."

a false cough from an unprovoked embarrassment

Dojun just laughed.

"Why did you choose to be a civil servant?"

It's actually not a big question.

However, Dojun was able to vaguely notice that it was a "offset." Do-joon, who was secretly looking at the intentions, smiled gently.

"To serve the country."

"Services are great. But is that really all?"

"It's also stable."

"Yes. It's a good job in a way. We used to be on the news when the economy was bad. Since it's stable and doesn't pay very little, young people apply in large numbers. I don't think it's a bad choice."

"Thank you."

Moon Kwang-ho's words contained some sincerity, but only that.

SG Group is a two-horse race car that leads the Korean economy with Hunter Management Agency.

Of course, although the term "group" officially disappeared due to the transition to an affiliate's self-management system, it was difficult to say that it was completely dissolved because the equity relationship remained in effect.

Anyway, in the eyes of Moon Kwang-ho, in fact, public servants were just one of the countless grains of sand that hit the bottom of their feet. Do-jun also did not add Katabuta because he knew inside how Moon Kwang-ho was evaluating him. I wasn't interested.

"But. It's my personal opinion, but I think it's a great waste of life to be in a position at the end of one's flower-like a flower. I don't think it's a bad idea to live a life that's only once."

"It's not wrong. We all have different values."

At this point, you will get a rough idea of what the other person is trying to say.

a close acquaintance with the head of a group Far from it, the head was hoping for something from Dojun. Something was a star, and at the same time a marriage to Moon Ae-kyung.

That inevitably brings up the issue of SG Group's succession to management.

"Looking up is not just about money and honor. run up looking up Eventually, when you stand tall at the top, your vision changes from then on. From then on, money and honor come along, even if you don't like it."

SG is at the top of the business ranking of Korea's top 20 conglomerates.

The SG chairman certainly deserves to discuss the summit. No one thought Moon Kwang-ho was cocky. On the contrary, Moon Kwang-ho made it even more possible.

"Well, that's what I'm saying. Just think of it as a little advice from an old man."

"Thank you for your kind words."

Are you dumb?

Or is there no ambition?

Moon Kwang-ho could not grasp Do-jun's innermost thoughts.

The average person would have asked for a favor.

'That's strange.

Moon Kwang-ho was a man who had no mana, which was called a "gift."

However, as an old man who had experienced all sorts of hardships, he had enough ability to catch "something" that could be felt beyond his opponent's mask when he was in a conflict.

A person is bound to react unconsciously.

When you make a suggestion, you can get a rough idea of what you are thinking about, such as handling the other person's eyes, mouth shape, and saliva.

'I don't know.'

In the calm manner of Dojun, Moon Kwang-ho could not extract any thoughts.

Would it feel like this if I had the veteran in front of me? However, it was also funny to feel that way from a government official.

You're more than my father ever imagined.

He's a great man.

The thought of maybe that flashed through my mind.

Of course, it would be an excess of self-consciousness. Moon Kwang-ho burst out laughing inside thinking that he might have really become an old man in the back room.

Shall we try walking?'

It was a big problem to join a group of foreigners.

Who would like to come into the house and touch a bowl of rice? Perhaps there is quite a backlash within the group. But Moon Kwang-ho had the power to do so.

Then I can hear the sound coming down from the second floor.

Stepping down the stairs, the stars and Kim Jung-sook were coming down.

The star saw for a moment that Do-jun and Moon Kwang-ho were only glancing at each other, and ran to Do-jun and hugged him.

"Did you have fun?"

"Woong. 2nd floor, baby Po Lo Long Jing Ja Man Ah." Bear, two, two, lose.

Moon Kwang-ho's eyes were again the most extraordinary.

Then, after a loud cough, I asked Do-jun.

"I'll ask you one thing."

"Yes. Go ahead."

"Do you have any intention of quitting the civil service?"

"I don't think so."

"Okay."

That answer was enough.

Moon Kwang-ho looked at the watch on his wrist and stood up from his seat.

"I have someone to meet in a little while, so I'll get up first. Take a rest and go."

"Then we'll get going, too."

Moon Kwang-ho tried to call his secretary and put the driver on, but Do-jun refused, saying, "It's okay."

***

A black sedan running on Eulji-ro.

A Genesis stopped in the parking lot in front of the Hunter Administration building, which stands tall like a skyscraper in the city. After getting out of the car, Moon Kwang-ho took an elevator to the eighth floor, guided by his secretary. an informal schedule Originally, there was a visit to encourage subsidiaries at this time, but the schedule was postponed later and visited Hunter Management Office.

"Welcome. Mr. Moon."

The chief of staff has opened the door to the director's office and has been bowing.

Moon Kwang-ho, who suddenly contacted the director for a meeting. Originally, it was necessary to adjust the schedule in advance to meet Jung Young-chul, but Jung Young-chul was also willing to give up time as it was a visit by the head of a large company.

"Long time no see. Chairman Moon Kwang-ho."

"I'm sorry to contact you suddenly."

"It's all right. I just didn't have a schedule."

The first meeting since the last shareholders' meeting.

As usual, there was a small talk of how things have been exchanged.

And it was Jung Young-chul who opened his mouth first.

"So, why did you come to see me?"

Moon Kwang-ho picked his breath.

Are you sure this is a good thing to do? Various thoughts came and went.

Perhaps he would ask if he really meant it or if he was crazy.

The two giants face each other.

There was a pause for a while, but Moon Kwang-ho struggled to bring up his words.

"I'd like to ask you a favor."

"What do you call a favor?"

"It's a merger of Korea Asset."

Jung Young-chul frowned.

What do you mean all of a sudden?

"A merger?"

"Of course not right now."

"Continue."

"I'm thinking of raising a man. It's not confirmed yet."

Raising a person.

And the merger of Daehan Corporation.

These two stories come together.

Chung closed his eyes, leaning his back against the sofa.

"You mean the management rights of the Korean Dortrune?"

"Yes."

Daehan Property is the holding company of Daehan Engineering & Construction Co.

That's what Moon Kwang-ho is talking about, after all.

The "man" is pushing for a merger with Daehan Logistics by exploding its newly invested grain company for many years. In the process, he would have acquired a majority stake in the pellet company, and if he merges with Daehan Corporation, which acquires a considerable portion of the shares of the Daehan Dortrune, the "man" will eventually take up the stake of the Korean Dortrune and take control of the management.

To determine the merger ratio, accounting fraud or market price manipulation goes into place.

Well, it's a common repertoire.

"I want to ask you why."

Hunter Management Bureau is a major shareholder of Daehan Property, the holding company of the Korea Workshop. And so was Moon Kwang-ho. The rate is naturally higher for Hunter Management, but somehow it was the cause that mattered. It's up to that cause, whether or not the merger is approved at the shareholders' meeting.

"As I said before, I want to raise him. That's all."

"Mr. Moon, I don't even know who the man is. It's just embarrassing to see you suddenly come and discuss the succession of the Korean Dortrune's management rights."

The Korean Dortrune boasts the largest scale in Korea.

It is a gold dust company that deals with artifacts such as high-quality S-class suits and weapons the most, and has been rapidly emerging and growing explosively due to its recent attack on the center.

Currently, Jung Young-chul, the Hunter Administration's chief executive officer, was in charge of actual management.

Can you pass on a company that is still doing well to anyone in the name of wanting to raise it?

"I know it's too much to ask."

"Let's hear it out for now. Who the hell is the man Mr. Moon wants to raise?"

How should I answer?

Moon Kwang-ho pondered.

"He's a... civil servant."

"Civil servant?"

"Yes, I am currently working at Seoul City Hall."

Yes?

"I understand you're embarrassed. Because I was, too. It's complicated, actually, but after meeting him today, I suddenly thought of it. I want to call this guy."

Jung Young-chul sniffed at the tea.

Somehow his hand, holding the teacup, trembled slightly.

"I thought I'd like to raise him as a giant. I felt a little bit of self-interest, but I decided it was worth a walk."

"Mr. President Moon."

"Yes."

"Did you say you were a public servant at Seoul City Hall?"

"Yes."

"Maybe the man, no.... What's his name...?

Moon Kwang-ho cleared his throat.

"My name is Do-jun."

"......."

"You must be embarrassed. Of course, I fully understand the director's position..."

"Do you raise him?"

"Yes, I'd like to...."

"We? Him?"

At this time, Moon Kwang-ho noticed that things were going strange.