Jang talked about SillaJen and went out of my room.
I pondered what General Manager Chang told me again.
What? You think talented people would have pre-empted SillaJen?]
I wondered who the pre-acquired authors were.
It seemed to be a considerable amount of money, as it would require funds to buy a large sum of money.
[Who is it?] Are you a private equity fund employee like me? Or is he a scumbag of Group G? Or is it the power of the regime heavyweight?]
I don't know who he is, but I thought he must have a good eye and a good eye. Also, I thought there would be a lot of information.
I decided to stop looking at the trend of SillaJen's stock price.
If he received support from 20,000 won, he didn't think he needed to sell it now.
Instead, I was bored, so I searched for an internet article that volunteered for Jjokbang village.
Some articles even took pictures of Americans volunteering, and some articles were close-up of Eunyeong.
Some of them were centered on Hwang Mi-na.
First, I looked through the articles of the Korean-American Businessmen's Club's Hubert Palmer, his wife, and Mrs. James Lee.
I read it because it was interesting.
"In the small village, foreigners go there to serve rather than our country."
"What are Korean businessmen doing?”
"Trump doesn't like it because he only revealed his money, but that's okay."
"Gwanghwamun grandpas don't go there and shake the Stars and Stripes?"
Next, I read an article that focuses only on operation.
It was fun here, too.
"Oh! That's my favorite announcer, Park Un-young!"
"As expected, announcer Park Un-young has a great heart as well as her face.”
"Sister, it's not a one-time service, is it?”
"But why did announcer Park Un-young join the Korean-American Businessmen Club?”
"My husband is vice president there."
"I used to like announcer Park Un-young, but now I don't. I think she got married to a conglomerate just for money.”
I grinned. Now that I've become a chaebol.
People around the world still seemed to be interested in Eunyeong.
But these days, Eunyeong said that she would rather be a university professor than an announcer.
It's Friday.
In the morning, Unyeong said to herself,
"What should I wear for Mina's wedding tomorrow?"
I forgot about Hwang Mi-na's wedding for a while.
"Oh, tomorrow's the wedding, isn' Wear whatever you want. Eunyeong looks good in any clothes."
Unyeong smiled lightly at this remark.
"Oh, I have a stomachache."
"Really? You should go to the hospital! Don't go to the station today."
"It's all right again."
"Put in your resignation. I don't think I can do this. Besides, you have to go to the Graduate School of Journalism from next month, right?”
"I'll decide after this show. You go to work first."
I sat on the couch next to Unyeong.
And I patted Eunyeong's stomach.
Unyeong stood up smiling.
"It's all right now."
We both went down to the parking lot together.
I started the Benz car when I saw the Porsche Panamera driven by Unyeong set off.
During the morning meeting, Chung spoke about Korean Air stock prices.
"Korean Air shares are in the 32,000 won range. It's the last week of the month next week, so should I bring it by next week?”
"Then how much profit will you get if you sell it now?”
"It's a 45% return."
"We've been buying Korean Air since January, right?”
"You can say it's been about five months since we started selling right after seeing Hanjin Shipping go into liquidation."
"45% in five months..."
Zhang said with a smile.
"That's a huge return. I would have made more money if I had bought a dangerous theme stock, but I might have failed again."
"Okay, clean up from today."
"Wouldn't it be better to watch until next week? It's still another month before the holiday season."
"If the stock price falls sharply, it may be hard to sell. Sell it around your shoulder."
"Okay, I'll just sort it out."
"With a 45% return, how much assets would your unique account have?"
"We'll actually have to sell it, but I think it'll be more than 18 billion won, excluding the fees."
Choi Yu-na smiled, but Hong and Kim, who had no shares, were sullen.
Song said.
"Where would you like to go next after clearing up Korean Air?"
"Let's think about it. I think the KOSPI is hitting new highs every day..."
"We're going to do some research."
Assistant manager Choi Yu-na said, as if she was in a good mood because her shares had risen.
"Korea must be a good country to live in. Korea is ranked 26th for the second year in a row."
Hong said.
"I don't know if it's 26th in a good country to live in, but it's last in youth jobs."
Song said again.
The KOSPI has been on a high note recently, causing stock-rich to sell out. The chairman and vice chairman of Samsung Group saw their share prices rise 31.5 percent year-on-year. I earned 4 trillion won from sitting down. I think it's because it's a good country to live in."
Jang and I ended up laughing.
Zhang said with a smile.
"You man, a good country to live in isn't just about money. He's probably referring to the environment, transportation, education, etc."
"I'm just saying."
I came back to my room after the meeting.
I sent a text message to members of the Korean-American Businessmen Club.
It was a text message about Hwang Mi-na's marriage.
The invitation would have already gone, but I was sending the text again as a reminder of the Lord.
Director Hwang Mi-na and composer Kim Dong-won, members of the Korea-U.S. Businessmen's Club, will have their wedding ceremony at 12:00 tomorrow (24th).
The venue is Yeouido Shiningstone Wedding Hall. Please make sure to attend and congratulate me.
I'd appreciate it more if you could accompany me.]
I texted and called Assistant Manager Hong.
"Director Hwang Mi-na is getting married tomorrow in Yeouido. Please send me a congratulatory wreath in my name."
"Is director Hwang Mi-na married yet?"
"I didn't?"
"Oh, I thought I was married. I didn't know how well you express married people in the drama, but you were single?”
"So you'll be a writer."
"The writer Hwang Mi-na is amazing. There are many young people who want to be like Hwang Mi-na."
I was disappointed for a moment that not many young people wanted to be like Eunyeong.
Hong smiled and said, "You must have noticed this feeling."
"You can't be like her, can you? You're born beautiful, so you have to be born with it. But being like director Hwang Mi-na has a 1% chance if you try hard at the time, right?”
I grinned at this remark.
"Your books will sell well, too."
"Books? What books do I write?”
The book, "I succeeded this way." If you're in your 30s and you're buying a company called Pistetec, you're raising a private equity firm called JS Invest, and you're buying a big E Tower building in the middle of Yeouido, you're going to sell a lot."
"What success did I have in writing such a book?"
"No, it's definitely a bestseller if it's written by a real success model like you, rather than by a talkative college professor. Moreover, the boss is Ji...."
Hong was about to say something and covered his mouth with his hands in embarrassment.
I smiled a bitter smile.
It occurred to me that what Assistant Manager Hong was trying to say must have been a dirty word.
If I'm a graduate of Sky University, it would mean that the world thinks that the successful person is successful, but the graduate of Jijab University thinks it's an extraordinary thing.
That's why I made a bitter smile.
I said with a smile.
"It's all right. Tell me."
"No. I'll go out. I'll contact the flower shop and ask them to send me a congratulatory wreath."
I thought of an old friend who used to run a flower shop.
I found my business card in my desk drawer and gave it to Hong, saying,
"Please ask for a flower shop here. Don't do it if it's expensive."
"Okay."
Hong hurried out of my room holding his business card.
I also called Lee Jong-tae, managing director of E Tower.
"You're the boss?”
"Yes, sir. It's me."
"A member of the Korean-American business club is getting married in Yeouido tomorrow. Please send me a congratulatory wreath in the name of Vice President Hubert Palmer."
"Okay, but which wedding hall is it?"
"Ask Hubert Palmer for more details."
"Okay, but how much do you want for the congratulatory money to be paid to the president and vice president, respectively? Unless otherwise instructed, the company says 300,000 won for the president and 200,000 won for the vice president."
"I do it here, so you can only send the congratulatory money under Hubert Palmer's name. Make 200,000 won and give it to Hubert Palmer."
"Okay, sir."
Deputy Hong went out and looked over the window toward the office.
Jung and Song were trading hard with their respective monitors. It seemed to be disposing of Korean Air shares.
The two traded, forgetting their lunchtime.
Director Chang also went out to work, so I went to eat lunch alone.
After lunch, I played at the Conrad Hotel Fitness Center and came to the office around 3 p.m.
It confirmed the closing price of SillaJen. It was 19,900 won. After eating the warning, it had slipped out a bit.
If it were a general stock, it would have been pushed back to the lower limit, leaving behind a pole pitch if it soared, but SillaJen easily maintained a price of 20,000 won.
It didn't fall out any more,
I was convinced that SillaJen would not be able to go up again in a little while and that the 20,000 won would not come.
[Yes, let's wait a little bit at 20,000 won and then go up again. My plan is to eat the original investment ddabble, but I revise the plan to ddabble.]
I was sitting thinking this, and Deputy Manager Jung came into my room.
"Korean Air shook off about a third today. It was about 32,000 won."
"Good job."
"I've only cleaned up a third so I don't want to shock the market when I can sell more. I shook it off with Song."
"Good work."
Korean Air will probably be strong next week, given the trend.
"You'd better shake it off when it's a bull market."
"When you're done, I'll report back to you."
"Okay."
Deputy head of department Chung greeted me and went out of my room.
Chung and Song seemed to be more polite to me these days than they were when they first met.
Especially after purchasing E Tower building, it seemed more like that.
Now I never ignored or did anything because I was young.
It seemed the same for my classmates.
My classmates have kakaotalk rooms, but they have not contacted me at all even though they play well together.
It seemed like it since I bought the E Tower building.
They seemed to regard me as a person who now plays in a different world.
This time again, he must have seen an article about the Korean-American businessmen's club's volunteer work, but his classmates didn't say a word.
In the past, there would have been a flood of congratulatory comments, but there was no such thing. I was constantly going to a faraway country.
I suddenly felt lonely.
The Marriage of Director Hwang Mi-na