The World of Masks

"Isn't it too expensive?"

Yurin talks as if he's worried. Although I was born a rich daughter, Yoo Rin had a very modest side to her because she grew up with poor luxury under her strict parents. From Yurin's point of view, the purchase of authenticity now was a huge overconsumption.

"Don't worry. I have a lot of money anyway."

"But I think it's too much."

Jinsuk grins and squeezes Yurin's hand. It may sound like a nagging word, but I liked this Yoo Rin. Wouldn't it be better for a woman who can argue with her boyfriend because she sees him spending more money in vain than for her so-called son-in-law, who asks him to buy a hundred sardas and shoes? There was a time when a girlfriend who used to date was a typical misogynist, so Yu-rin was more worried.

"But you still have to ride it. I'll say it in front of your father today, but your boyfriend is a very capable man. If you think about running a business, you need to ride one of those. It's about maintaining dignity."

He persuaded Yoo Rin by even mentioning words he couldn't even imagine before. Yurin's eyes were frozen with the confident words of Jinsuk.

"Are you that rich?"

"I just don't use it, there aren't many rich people like me in Korea."

Chairpersons of a large corporation that doesn't seem to be bored in the news should be able to shout with money in front of the audience. Of course, we don't know what will happen if oil starts to erupt in Australia. There could have been more business through games.

"I can't really feel it because he's not very good at it."

"You drive a sports car around, right?"

"But you're not a very luxurious person."

"Well, in a way, he's a lightning bolt in his prime. I'm trying so hard not to look like an underdog. Don't you think you'd look a little awkward just spreading money around?"

"That's right."

In the end, Yoo Rin untied her stiff face and smiled.

"But I don't want to waste too much luxury in the future."

"Don't worry. I don't want to spend it just because I have a lot of money."

Jinsuk said to Yurin as if he suddenly remembered something when he said that.

"By the way, I don't remember giving you any presents. Is there anything you want?"

"As soon as you're done talking?"

Yurin gives a stern look. Jinsuk shakes his head, smiling awkwardly.

"Just this once, just this once. I just want to buy you something big and expensive today. You're not gonna use much from now on?"

But Yurin shakes his head.

"No, I'm fine with it. I get a lot of allowance anyway. I'm not lacking anything."

But he kept recommending. I spent a lot of money today anyway, so I thought it would be okay to stick around. Nice clothes, nice shoes, and a nice bag. Jinseok froze Yurin and looked around for a department store. However, Yurin insisted on refusing the department store and led to a close fanfare. After a while, Yurin's arms are hugged with a large teddy bear.

"Are you sure you're okay with that?"

"That's enough."

I hug the doll because it feels really good or fluffy. I buried my face, even though it was soft and brief.

"It's a doll my brother bought me."

An older maiden hugs her doll like a child in the street, and her liking may seem strange, but something as trivial as that was buried in Yurin's overwhelming appearance. Even the most commonly seen sentences are fascinated for a while and others are confused. Nearly all of the people walking around were caught in Yurin's gaze. A few couples around were also fighting.

Yoo Rin's face turns red as if she could see the gaze around her. After lifting his face with a teddy bear, he put his arm around the stone and quickly walked. A smile appeared on the face of Jingu as if it was funny.

Darling, darlings!

As I walked down the street for a moment, I started hearing bells somewhere. Jinsuk and Yurin look to the side where they heard the sound. A man in a black suit and hat was waving a bell next to those who were walking along the street like they were so busy. Then you see a red sarcophagus next to the man.

'Then it's time to come out.'

He was a savior who appeared every winter to help his poor neighbors. Some of the familiar bells have gathered in the Salvation Army charity pot to open their wallets. I saw a child holding his mother's hand and putting it in a charity pot with a gloved hand. It was a scene with a smile.

Jinsuk and Yurin approached the charity pot without anyone saying anything. Pull out your wallet by looking in your pocket. There were all kinds of bills including Shin Saimdang, Sejong the Great, the regenerative teacher, and the teacher of the songs. Jin-seok took them all out without hesitation. Then I put it in a charity pot. I could see the Salvation Army man staring at himself in surprise. Jinsuk plucked all the coins out of his pockets. It turns out that Yoo Rin was also throwing all the money in her purse along the fence. When my eyes met, I smiled at that pretty face.

"Thank you!"

You hear a man shouting from behind. Jinseok said, looking at Yurin.

"This isn't luxury, is it?"

"This luxury is always welcome."

Yurin smiles happily, clinging to Jinseok.

* * *

Glug!

The amber wine is full in a small glass. With both hands respectfully holding the bottle of liquor, he carefully handed the bottle of liquor to the head of Yurin's father. Then he raised his glass and politely received a drink poured from the top of his head.

The aroma of the bitter foods with broken upper legs mixed with the aroma of the strong spirits. In a foreign country, it is a culture that is diluted on ice and drank little by little, but wherever in Korea it is. Jinsuk pours a glass of strong spirits into his mouth. It burns my throat with a different scent than soju. Jin quickly picked up a pair of chopsticks and put one of the bandits in his mouth. The sweet juice jumped off the tip of my tongue sweetly.

"How's the food?"

I poured the liquor back into the cup of Jingju, and the top asked. Jinsuk quickly raised his cup with both hands.

"It's very good."

It wasn't a lie. Of course, even if it didn't taste good, you should have said it was delicious, but fortunately, this dish has enough flavor to keep the truth from lying.

"That's a relief. You came to help your maid, and Yurin made it herself."

"Did you?"

I asked him as if he was surprised. Yurin's mother smiled when Ga-young applied. The sad eyes were an impressive, innocent smile. It seemed that Yurin's mother was not a lie, but there was a trace of the old beauty on her face.

"It's no big deal. I still think my only daughter's boyfriend is coming, but I'm not bringing her any food."

"You're lucky. My wife's cooking is delicious? I don't eat often because I'm annoyed."

Ga-young stared at him freshly, and he quickly turned his head and tore a temple in front of him and took it to his mouth. Seeing the excessive chewing of the thistle, I tried to ignore the gaze of my wife. Of course, it seemed like a joke. But I could feel the warmth in this couple's natural jokes. It was a strict family, but it seemed good to have forbidden couples.

So the two of them talked about it while drinking food as food for Ga Young-tae. Yurin and Ga-Young sit next to each other and interrupt the conversation. After a certain amount of alcoholism, Jingju and Sangpo slowed down the drinking tempo. Since he had good stamina, he wouldn't have a problem eating a few bottles of spirits, but he wasn't a senior. I had to go to work early tomorrow.

"Yeah, you're in business?"

"Yes."

The headman takes another sip of wine. I don't feel bad about Jinsuk doing business. The top brass who already liked it that way was willing to take on the debt if the business of the top brass collapsed. If the business is successful, so is it. My original plan was, "If I had a lot of money in my house, I'd be good for my daughter because of the inheritance. 'The plan will collapse, but for that reason, I do not pray that the business of authenticity as a bridegroom will collapse.

'But it's not weird.'

Listening to her, the business of authenticity was not just a small business for young people to start. Small businesses can help you, but big businesses can be too crowded for you.

"Do I know what kind of business I'm in?"

Eventually, he decided to ask directly.

"I don't do business, exactly. I used to stock as soon as I was an adult, and I was fortunate enough to touch the necklace. I invested that money in a small company that had the potential to grow. I had my father's help at the time. But the company was awesome. The CEO is competent, and recently he's been lucky enough to get all the rest of his shares, which makes him the perfect owner of the company. It's all mine now."

"So you're just a shareholder?"

"Yes, it is."

"What's your company name?"

"Golden Riggs. Now it's an investment firm that even Wall Street knows."

It was a bit of an overkill, of course. But the masked world can't be said to have been obtained by playing illegal games. Moreover, what he said was true. At least on paper, that word is true. David said it himself, so it must be true.

His Holiness kept the name of the company that Jin mentioned well in his mind.

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