The World of Masks

"Well, that's the business, isn't it?"

Later, he asked if he would investigate a business called Golden Riggs. But I wasn't just curious, I was just unconscious. It's great just to be running a business at the age of authenticity. I couldn't have expected more. However, the answer was to break the expectations of the top.

"There's one more thing. Melbourne Souls, Australia, mining resources like iron and gold mines."

Although the defence chain division and the legal offices of Hibbit, Anderson and Pichet were legit, they were part of Golden Riggs, and the forms of Hibbit, Anderson and Pichet left only with LEGEN Hibbit, a NAMED PARTNER, bound to the legislation. To someone else, "It's mine. 'It is inappropriate to say'.

"Is there another one?"

"Yes. Of course, I had to reinvest, but the complicated one was done by the CEO of Golden Riggs."

"You said you were from the company. Will you grow your fortune?"

"Personally, I have a lot of friendship."

"Hmm."

Investment and Resource Companies. It's a foreign company. It was quite a surprise to think that business wouldn't do something like a Korean production or service company.

'I don't know how big it is, but...'

From a nuance, it didn't seem like a small company.

'Well, it doesn't matter.'

There's nothing wrong with a good son-in-law. Due to the nature of the positions they saw, there was little chance that they could do anything they wanted with their daughter. If it is related to my daughter, it may be because of the nature of the frenzy. He pushed the company business into one corner. I can't think of an answer right now. Instead, the top brass brought out another topic.

"When are you taking him, by the way?"

He pointed his chopsticks at his daughter and blurted out. For a moment, I didn't understand what he was saying, so the face of the glass tilted up sharply.

"Dad!"

Even in my daughter's old age, I grabbed a piece of beef jerky, dipped it in shrimp sauce, and swallowed it.

"I'm graduating in February next year, so if you don't mind, take me there. It's better to have a stable family than just hanging out at home for nothing."

I instructed him, but he didn't seem to have any intention of getting a job.

"Really, I'm going to work."

"Work?"

The expression on the top of the head was oddly distorted. It was strange to see a pig standing outside the entrance to Seoul University wearing a master's degree.

"You must have a good girlfriend. You must have a lot of money at home. What kind of job is this?"

This is it. Jin gazes silently at the sight in front of him. Although it is a smooth family relationship with a good couple, the idea of the head of the household is very frustrating and strict. I've heard about it, but I've never seen it in person. A very powerful, 21st-century, patriarchal family. The scene in front of me was showing it in stages.

Yurin grunts at the top of his head. Jinsuk interrupted, smiling slightly.

"Don't worry. Even if you don't give it to me anymore, I'll force you to take it."

Yurin's face lights up again. The awkward atmosphere sank in an instant due to the words of the truth that came in at the right time.

"But I don't want to rush you. because you're still a student, and you're going to want to do a lot of things after graduation. I'm in favor of doing my job."

"What kind of work is a woman doing?"

The headquarters seemed very unappealing. But Jinsuk shakes his head.

"Of course, I don't want Yurin to work until after the wedding either. But wouldn't it be okay until we got married? It's not exactly social, and I'd like to hear it if it's what Yureen wants."

On top of that, he added a word.

"Because I love you."

Yurin's face turns red just before it explodes. The headmaster coughed and Ga Young smiled awkwardly.

"Hehe, hehe. When people express their emotions directly these days, it's true."

But I didn't feel bad. Who would be offended that their second son-in-law loves their daughter? He turns his head and looks at Yurin.

"Hnng, I don't like it very much, but some of my soldiers say that, and I'll let you do it just this once."

"Dad!"

"Instead!"

For Yoo Rin, who shines brightly on her face, the headrest has a strict face.

"We won't be on curfew until we have a social life, but we definitely won't be out of it! Tick-tock me when you're done! And quit your job when you get married!"

Can't you just give me permission unconditionally? Yurin grumbles inside, but quickly nods as Sang-seok looks up. If I rebelled for no reason, I could withdraw this remark now as well.

"Okay. Thanks, Dad."

Yoo Rin gives thanks with a bright face. She shakes her head as if she didn't deserve it. But I could see the seat across from him. If his daughter's smile was cute, his upper lip was fainting. It seemed to pull up the mouth that was desperately trying to stretch. Although strict, it was definitely the image of a foolish father who loves his daughter.

Seeing Yurin having a long conversation with her mother with the reminded face, Jin returned to the conversation with the top brass. It's been a while since we started drinking, but there's still a lot of time left to dig this place up. Jinseok lifts up the bottle again.

* * *

The cold winter breeze blows in the vicinity of a feverish breeze. I breathed. White steam comes out of your mouth and disappears as you wander around. A fierce winter breeze like a blade is digging into the mantle somehow and trying to hold on. Jinsuk stares at the sky dazed, ignoring the winter wind's attack. The moon that floats alone seems lonely because of the air pollution.

"You've waited a long time."

You hear the door open behind you, and Yurin sprints out in a hurry. Jinsuk turns around.

"Stay home when it's cold."

Jinseok opened Yurin's clothes even harder, wrapped around a thick coat and scarf.

"No, no, no. I'm still a guest. My mom and dad made sure to see her off."

Yurin quickly snaps onto the side of the fence. Jinsuk also naturally held one hand in Yurin's side. The ambient temperature was definitely zero, but it was very warm because of this.

"You're pretty used to it now, huh? You used to be ashamed of holding hands."

Yu-rin smiled and put his face in the back of Jin-rin's head as if he were ashamed. Then, I looked up carefully and stared at the stone freshly.

"It's your fault, isn't it? You keep it tight all the time."

It was cute to mumble like a child. The two moved on as it was.

I walked across the large courtyard to the front door. I opened the front door and closed the door outside. I still needed more time to call a cab. They sat on the doorstep. Yurin leans naturally against the shoulder of the dust.

"Thank you for today, brother."

"What?"

He hugs Yurin's shoulder and shares warmth.

"I convinced him. Honestly, my friends are starting to feel like they're getting a job, and they're moving toward the future, and I feel like my dad's disagreement is getting me stuck."

Others are professors' recommendations, interviews, tests, running wild for their future, and they just stare at them. I felt like I didn't need to be in this world.

"It's hard to work. Maybe it's not the world you think it is."

I saw a lot of dirty things when I was running a flower shop myself. Now I was okay, but I really wanted to be a lottery so that I could eat and play without working. In a way, Yurin's complaint was a full grudge.

"I know, but I don't want to run on a set rail under my parents forever. I want to run on my legs, even if it's a short time."

Yurin tightly clenched his little fist and said. His eyes were quite determined.

'Hmmm, I still don't think Yoo Rin who grew up as a plant in the greenhouse will do well, but · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·.'

The truth was skeptical. Society was never a good place to be. Especially if you grow up in a greenhouse without worries like Yureen, it will be harder to root down.

'I still want it that way.'

I had no intention of letting Yurin work to the end anyway. Give it a try, and if you want to quit because it's hard, just say so. I'm not going to hurt someone else first, and if someone tries to get into trouble with Yurin, I'll do everything in my power to push him away. It was possible for him and Yurin's father.

"I'm worried, but come on. And you can quit if you want to. No one's putting any weight on you. Even if your strength runs and you step back, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Okay?"

"Yes!"

Yurin replied with a bright smile, worrying about Jinsuk.

Artwork Reviews

Mid, Dexter, is mentioned frequently in comments, and does the character look so formal?

Hmm, let's see.