It was the day of the poetry recital.
I went to a hair shop to give a good image if I meet Park Unyeong.
I changed my silk tie to a new color and changed my shirt to a new one.
But the male employees didn't know about me, but the female employees recognized me first. Hong Ji-young, the secretary-general, made a fuss and said,
"Oh my! You cut your hair."
"Oh, yeah, I've got long hair, so..."
"Oh, my! You changed your tie to a new one. Who are you going to meet today?"
"What? Oh, no."
"Mr. President, it's suspicious!"
I thought women were more sensible than men.
I took a rest without stocks today.
I didn't want to do it because I already made a lot of money with Ban Ki-moon theme stocks.
I drove my Mercedes to Hongdae.
There were many cafes and restaurants in front of Hongdae. The name of the sign was also strange.
I've been here once or twice when I was in college, but I haven't been here often.
There was no one to come with me, and I was not in a position to come at the time because I didn't have enough pocket money.
Also, I thought it was inappropriate for a student from a university to go around places like this where students from In Seoul University flock to. At that time, I thought the streets in front of Hongdae were very colorful and expensive, but now that I see it, it was just so.
Only the names of the signboards seemed to be more artistic wrapped.
I drove around the maze-like alleyway in front of Hongdae.
"I can't see where the post-movie theater is going to be. "Nebi says he's near here..."
I could see the Sanwoolim Small Theater and the Small Theater under the clouds.
There was a sign of raw meat production that seemed to be a restaurant and a sign of caffeine-like wolf and fox. There was also a sign that said, "The Institute for Performing Arts makeup."
"There are quite a few small theaters here. Then I think it's around here... Oh, there it is!"
I found the location of the post-small theater, so now I had to find a paid parking lot. After a long struggle, he managed to find a parking lot, parked it, and came to the post-small theater.
It was a little dark in the theater.
Many people gathered in a small space, but not a large number because the place was not big.
Male and female announcers sat on the stage, and there were familiar people I saw on TV.
Perhaps because there were many poets, there seemed to be a lot of people wearing shabby clothes.
There were only a few people dressed up in clean shirts and ties like me.
The moderator came out.
The guide was talking and the guide was an announcer, so his voice was really good.
"Today's poetry readings will also be made into CDs and sent to blind people."
There were people clapping, so I clapped in the hard chair.
All of the announcers sitting on the folding chairs in front of the stage were the same, but Park Un-young's figure was definitely outstanding.
Wearing a black suit and a white brown supporting her and carnation flowers, she was really beautiful.
The music played and the poetry recitation began.
It was my first time listening to a poem, so I listened with my neck pulled out.
First, a male announcer came out and recited a poem, and his voice was really amazing.
He was born with a natural character, but his voice was also born with such an innate voice.
The voice of the next female announcer was also amazing.
It was cooler to hear it in person than to hear it on TV or radio.
When about three people recited the poem, they all seemed to be like that from next time. It was rather boring.
The people gathered to savor the contents of the poem, but I was bored to hear only the voice.
Soon after, the long-awaited Park Un-young came out.
The host also introduced Park Un-young as a treasure of KBS with the best intelligence and beauty.
[Oh, if a woman like that becomes my companion!]]
I really felt like I'd die without hope.
I wanted to pray to Mrs. Baek in my dream, but I didn't think she would listen to this.
The music flowed and Park Un-young slowly recited the poem.
The poem was a well-known poem titled "Flower" by poet Kim Chun-soo.
"Until I call his name,
He's just...
It was nothing more than a gesture.
When I called his name,
He came to me.
Became a flower.
Just like I called his name.
Suitable for my color and fragrance
Somebody call my name.
Go to him. Me, too.
I want to be his flower.
We're all here.
I want to be something.
You tell me I am to you
I want to be an unforgettable wink.“
I was absolutely ecstatic.
I was really soaked in the sweet thought of how much I wish Park Un-young would come running to me and become a flower.
Someone seemed to be asking me, 'Do you think I'm the one who made some money for a woman with the same intelligence and beauty as Park Un-young?'
But I can answer proudly.
I wanted to answer that I was a young, blood-stained, unmarried man.
After Park Un-young, a few more people came out to recite the poem.
A famous four-member group singer came out and sang songs to heighten the mood.
I took pictures with my smartphone here and there. The host also aired a call to refrain from taking pictures.
I actually wanted to take a picture with my smartphone when Park Un-young came out today.
However, he did not take pictures because he thought he might have a bad image if he knew about it.
The poetry recital is over.
The announcers, who had some of the participants left and recited the poem, were busy taking pictures with their acquaintances after taking a joint photo.
I wanted to go forward and take a picture with Park Un-young, but I didn't dare to come forward and just looked around.
Park Un-young was packing her bag to see if she had finished taking pictures with her acquaintances.
I thought my relationship with Park Un-young would be over if I just went back here.
"Ai! Let's get out!"
I went forward. And stood in front of Park Un-young with a face full of smiles.
"Thank you for the poetry reading today."
Park Eun-young looked me in the face with her eyes wide open.
Then I started to pack my bag again as if they didn't recognize me.
" Poet Kim Chun-soo's poems are my favorite, too.
This is a very embarrassing sound. When I was in school, I only listened to poet Kim Chun-soo's poems briefly in Korean class, but I couldn't remember the contents at all.
"Oh, yes."
Park Un-young only said this short thing and packed her bag again.
I was disappointed. It was because it seemed that Park Un-yeong didn't recognize me. It occurred to me that he might only know the distance between him and his stalker.
"Well, do you understand? You met with lawyer Oh Mi-hyang the other day, didn't you?
Park Un-young raised her head again and looked at me.
"Oh, I remember."
It seemed to recognize me now.
"You seemed to be the best at reciting. I enjoyed the good poetry today."
"You come here often, don't you?"”
"Yes, I come here often because there are many small theaters."
I was inwardly surprised to see myself lying so easily.
Because today was my first time around here.
And I've never been to a small theater here.
I heard someone calling announcer Park Un-young.
I took out my business card quickly. I gave you my business card when we met last time, but I wasn't sure if you took it or not.
"I don't remember if I gave you my business card or not. I run a fund company."
This time, Park Un-young politely received my business card with both hands.
I was disappointed that Park Un-yong didn't give me his business card. But I wasn't in a hurry.
[Time is the key to stocks and relationships. It doesn't even work just by taking care of it, does it? Just like when you buy stocks and when you sell, when you buy and when you sell relationships. It's time for mouth trading.]
I thought like this, and only gave a good laugh.
"I think someone's calling Park Un-young, but I'm going to leave now."
I bowed politely. Turned from my side first.
As I drove back to the office, I thought I was wrong.
"Did I do wrong to ask for a contact? I won't have another chance to meet Park Un-young. Then shall I ask Oh Mi Hyang to formally introduce her? What if the chilly Omihyang refuses?"
Only my mind was confused.
But today I certainly gave you a business card and recognized me, so I didn't think it was a bad harvest.
"Good thing I went today. You don't remember me at all, do you?”
I came back to the office.
I took off my coat and hung it on the hanger and lay down on the chair.
I twirled my chair around and looked out the window. I could see the whole area of Yeouido.
I always felt most comfortable sitting in my room chair like this and looking out the window.
I heard knocking and Hong Ji-young came with coffee.
Except for when a customer comes, I drink coffee myself, and Hong Ji-young brought it in.
"What are you doing? Coffee?"
"How'd it go out today?”
"What did you do? Oh, someone I know told me there's a poetry recital, so I went for a while."
"Oh, really? The boss is a cool guy. You also go to poetry recitals!"
"I didn't really like it, but my friend kept asking me to go, so I went. I don't really like to see things like that."
"It's good to keep listening. Go there often."
Hong Ji-young smiled and went out.
I laughed inwardly.
"What? Did your friend ask you to go?”
I thought of my friends Yang Sung-mo and Hwang Byung-chul when I heard my friend's voice.
"What would I say to these bastards if they really went to a poetry recital? If it's a mixed martial arts contest or a poetry recital, I'll ask you to go."
I felt sorry for the Virgin Mary and Hwang Byung-chul. It was because Sung-mo is still in the breadpan and Byung-chul would be busy preparing for business at a small beer house at this time.
A knock was heard and Chief Jung came in.
"Mr. President, the Maniker has hit the ceiling today. Shall we sell it?"
"Manica?"
"I'm talking about high-yield investments."
"How much is the upper limit?”
"It's pretty good. Do you want me to take it to the morning session tomorrow?”
"What's Mr. Zhang saying?”
"I can't ask because you're out of the office right now. He's not answering his phone wherever he is."
"How much is your unique account now?”
"That's 2.9 billion. In preparation for the demand for samgyetang in the summer, I bought two items, Maniker and Harim."
"What's the upper limit?"“
"Exports to China. It's a 1.5kg raw chicken for samgyetang. We've hit the ceiling when they say exports are going to explode.
"Director, I'm not involved in any of the funds that the employees manage. You just need to receive the investment report later. Manager Jung, take care of it."
"But listening to other people's opinions makes fewer mistakes than mine."
"That's true, but even if there is a loss in operations, our company will not take responsibility.
Watch the remaining amount of the upper limit and throw it. Rather, I think it would be better to shake off half of my thoughts today and shake off the rest by looking at the trends.“
"That's what I think, then I will."
I considered the establishment capital to be a good sign of such a steady increase.
capital increase plan