Hwang Mi-na looked up and down at my coat.
I said with a smile.
"It's not just a nice coat, it's also nice people."
"It really goes well with running."
"But it's still like this."
"Ho-ho, it's going to be fine.
I ordered a beer.
I poured beer into my glass and hit Hwang Mi-na's glass.
"You're new. You're good with S Networks, aren't you're new.”
"Everywhere I go, I have my day and night. It's life to adapt. Didn't Herbert Spencer say that? Survival of the fittest!"
I don't know who Herbert Spencer is.
It was inevitable that he was ignorant.
Besides economic books, I have to read humanities books, but it didn't go so well.
Hwang Mi-na seemed emaciated because she had adapted to a new place and lived there.
But I couldn't help it because it was fat.
"I, your face looks fatter, but your body looks fatter, don'”
"Well, I don't know. I'm not sure.”
"I tend to binge eat when something doesn't work out. Two bowls of jajangmyeon are eaten like crabs."
"It's good to have a good appetite."
"But the nutrients don't burn energy, they come back fat."
"But isn't it a good thing to solve your problem?"
"I'm worried about the problem and just gaining weight."
"What kind of drama does S. Pictures make?”
"It's his studio."
"The man's studio? Why didn't you say it was the man's room?"
"The man's Two Room? That sounds good, too."
"She's not the one to get a studio, but it turns out she was using one room. Why don't we just solve it like this?"
"Hohohoho. Now that I see you, Mr. Choi is not only good at managing funds, but also has an artistic sense."
"I've never heard of a sense of art in my life."
"I need to cast Mr. Choi."
"Where?"
"Where are you? It's a two-room.
"Hahaha."
"Ho ho ho ho."
Hwang Mi-na drank beer.
And ordered another bottle.
"I was sitting down in a gloomy mood, but it was a change when Mr. Choi came. Choi is the one who spreads the joy virus."
"Oh, thank you."
"I didn't mean to sound good in front of my face. I really have an artistic sense."
"Even an example of art doesn't know."
"Isn't fund management an art? Investing in an exquisite time. Mr. Choi has made a lot of money, and you have proven yourself to have a good artistic sense, right?"
"S Networks is also very clever because it scouted someone like Hwang.“
"S Networks is a listed company, but it's in jeopardy."
"You've had a lot of hits, haven't you?"
"It came out, but it cost too much to produce and there are so many fans, so it's a neighborhood that needs to be cleaned up."
"Pattle?"
"A patting shaman's exorcism is a simple set-up ritual to relieve injustice or weight."
"What's the annual turnover of S Networks?"
"It's about 30 billion."
"Sales are different from manufacturing, so it's going to be in and out depending on the popularity of the drama."
"I'm on that side. How much is the private equity firm's sales?”
"We don't have much sales. It's usually measured as an operating asset. It's a company that receives and operates customers' investments. There are only a few employees.“
"Then how much do you have in operation?”
"A little over 40 billion."
"Oh, my God! There's a lot. Then the boss must be investing it. We need to stretch it out a lot. You must be very stressed."
"It's like that. We'll be flattered if the customer says they'll get the money back on time."
"That's the theory."
"So I personally take over a manufacturer and run it."
"Manufacturer? What do you make?”
"Electronic components."
"Oh my! That's cool. How much is the sales there?”
"It's about 40 billion. We have about 150 employees."
"Oh my! There's a lot of sales there, too. There are a lot of employees! Did you buy it personally?”
"I bought it out of debt. My money was only five billion."
"Five billion? You're rich as expected. I envy you, Eunyeong. You're dating a quasi-chaebol."
"Haha, is that the conglomerate I gave you? Do you have a five-billion-dollar conglomerate?“
But this woman doesn't know that I have 36.4 billion cash in addition to the 5 billion I invested in Piettek.
Unyeong came in.
Unyeong was surprised to see me sitting with Hwang Mi-na.
"Oh my! What's wrong with you?”
"Yes, I heard you passing by. Then I'm having a beer with director Hwang."
But Park Un-young looked very tired with her lips open.
The clothes looked as if they were shriveled, too.
"You must have a lot of course. Your lips are all chapped."
"I, so I tried not to meet you!"
said Hwang Mi-na.
"Hey, sit down! If you're tired, drink a glass of beer and go in. Boss! Another bottle of beer, please!"
Another bottle of beer came out.
I said, pouring beer into Eunyeong's glass.
"It's cold outside, isn't it? Your clothes look too cold."
Next to her, said Hwang Mi-na.
"Don't just wear Tom Brown's coat alone, buy me a pair of running clothes. You're a quasi-chaebol."
"Well, I will. If Eun-young comes to me tomorrow, I'll buy her right away."
I glanced at the Tom Brown coat that Park Un-young had taken off on the chair next to me.
said Hwang Mi-na, looking at Park Un-young.
"I envy you, Unyeong. With a quasi-chaebol lover."
"My brother is not a quasi-chaebol!"
[My brother?]
I was thankful that Park Un-young expressed himself as my brother.
I wanted to bite him because he looked so pretty when he was drinking.
"Then is it the chaebol that Choi gave or who gave it to you? Aren't you the president of a fund company that manages more than 40 billion assets and personally runs an electronics parts company with 150 employees?"
"150?"
Unyeong looked at me with her eyes wide open.
I didn't tell Eunyeong about Piettek in detail.
Eunyeong once talked to her father, but Eunyeong didn't seem to talk to Eunyeong about Pietestek either.
I looked at Park Un-young and said,
"It's an electronics parts company in Uiwang. It's a small company with 150 employees."
Next to her, Hwang Mi-na said loudly.
"150 are small companies? That company has a lot more employees than S Networks!"
"Let's talk about something else. Don't talk about boring company stories."
"Then shall we talk about philosophy? Or should we talk about politics? Then I'll have to order another side dish!"
Hwang Mi-na ordered one more fruit side dish.
Park Un-young looked up at me and said,
"You didn't have dinner, did you?"”
"I'm fine. Unyeong didn't eat, did she? If you haven't, you should have."
Hwang Mi-na also said after seeing Eun-young.
"Yes, you should have dinner. I don't have to eat because I'm losing weight, but your waist is like an ant's waist, so if you blow the wind, you'll fly away."
"What did you say you wanted to see me today?"
"Please tell me not to misunderstand PD Park at the production office.”
"Is that a Talent Yun story?"
"Yes, tell me the dog didn't send me to the station because he was punching a drama and re-shooting it.”
"Okay. I'll tell you when I see you tomorrow.”
"And give this to PD Park.”
"What is this? Isn't it a CD? What's in here?”
"Yes, I'll know if you give me PD Park. It's a Japanese drama."
"All I have to do is pass it on, right?"
"Yes!"
Hwang Mi-na poured me a drink in a hurry.
"I'm sorry, we're talking amongst ourselves.
"No, it's okay."
Hwang Mi-na sipped the beer in front of her and said,
"Then I go. President Choi is here, so have a good talk."
Then, Mina Hwang carried her bag around and went to the counter. I hurried to the counter and paid for it.
"The liquor should be paid by the quasi-chaebol.”
Hwang Mi-na smiled brightly as she lifted her white teeth at my words.
"Then pay the quasi-chaebol. A little girl goes first."
Hwang Mi-na waved to Eun-young and went out.
Hwang Mi-na is gone, and only Eun-young and I are left.
I said, looking into Unyeong's clear eyes.
"You really don't have to eat dinner?”
"Go eat the fruit side dishes here. What a waste."
I picked up a piece of apple with a fork.
Eunyeong ate all the apples I gave her and ate the fruit again and again.
I thought I was very hungry.
"If you haven't had dinner, let's go. My brother didn't have dinner either."
I took Un-young out to the street.
The face of Eunyeong, reflected on the street lamp, was flushed with just-drink beer.
Eunyeong was a star-studded announcer, so she had lost her figure without any weight.
He must have taken good care of his physical strength, and his waist was also thin. Passing by, the Hongdae students turned around once and looked at Eunyeong.
Unyeong was a beauty that stood out everywhere.
There was a small restaurant, so I went in.
I sat Eun-young toward the wall, as always.
And I ordered 2 servings of soybean paste stew.
The two ate their meals in silence.
The soybean paste stew was delicious maybe because I came here hungry and ate.
"Doenjang stew is delicious, isn't it?”
"Yes."
Unyeong nodded and ate continuously.
I ate moderately, and my eating speed slowed down.
I told Eunyeong.
"I'll be at Eunyeong's house around 6 p.m. this Saturday. I know the location of the house roughly."
"Can't you come home a little later?"
"Why?"
"There's too much opposition from my mom and brother.”
"You'll change your mind if you go and see him in person.”
"I think I'm gonna need some time.”
"Then all your precious youth will go. I'll just go in this Saturday.”
"I don't think he's really against it. He's... Come on, I don't know."
Then the operation seemed to be tearful.
The woman with her lips all the way to her eyes, and she was crying, and my heartbroken.
I felt like I was pushing too hard. I felt sorry.
After meeting me, Unyeong seemed to be suffering from a bad habit, causing conflicts in the family and feeling very tired mentally.
Moreover, I felt stressed when I heard that I was going into the house.
In addition, the broadcasting station was in charge of the new program and had a more tense life, so the lips were bursting.
"Let's go out to shoot the wind this weekend, then. I like Japan with my brother, I like China, and let's go on a trip."
Unyeong only ate rice without saying anything.
I gave a wet tissue to Eunyeong. When Eunyeong wiped her mouth with a wet tissue, blood soaked out.
"I'll have to put on some kambison ointment like that."
"I have a kambison ointment.”
Unyeong took the ointment out of her bag and began to put it on her mouth.
The operation with ointment looked very pretty.
"You're going to get some fresh air with your brother on Saturday, aren't you?"
"I'll text you.”
Unyeong and I came out.
Unyeong wore a mask again.
Unyeong and I walked hand in hand. Eunyeong seemed to be too cold.
"You look cold. Come out for a while tomorrow afternoon. I'll buy you a coat.”
"No thanks. Save your money!"
"If it's for Un-young, I don't waste anything."
Unyeong smiled at my words.
I couldn't see my mouth because it was covered in a mask, but my eyes were smiling.
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