The World of Masks

Jinseok forced himself into the car again today. Luxury sheets comfortably embraced the aristocratic truth. But I couldn't calm down all the feelings of authenticity. I strapped my head to the seat belt.

'I'm too used to being lazy.'

I had a long life when I lay down in a tank and wore goggles and just played a game, and a lot of money rolled into my grave. When I was so used to going out to work that I wanted to do something, I became accustomed to my life as a hobby, and the concept of going to work every day was strange. I haven't gotten used to going to work every morning for planning, even though it's been a while. But it didn't mean that I was tired or physically challenged. I was just literally lazy.

I slowly turned the wheel and left the house. Jin didn't raise any drivers. I stepped on Excel myself and went to Golden Riggs' office. Branch offices were named, but the importance of President Jin Jin-seok's work was with the U.S. headquarters.

'I don't do much.'

Jinsuk tasted it lightly. The company of truth was always given by the elderly as a reward for the masked world and as a reward for the invasion of the world. The ability of the Jinsuk to enter there is not at all. When I said I was going to work at the company these days, all I could do was play around in the chairman's office. It's common practice to question whether you can play really comfortably at work, but no matter how comfortable you are, you can't rest at work. The company, as well as the company's buildings, are all in place and cannot be accessed by others. Inside, it was only inspiring enough to move from a large house to a house that was a little narrow, close to work. It was also equipped with big, fluffy beds and cookware, as well as playing time like a game machine.

The road was completely deserted. It was a little later than work time, so I was able to avoid the awful rush hour that was happening at work time. It was a privilege for the chairman to choose the time to come to work.

"Hmm?"

As I was driving along the road, all of a sudden, cars started lining up. Jinseok looked around. The memory of authenticity was not a lot of traffic. Even after work, it was not a crowded place to continue traffic jams. Suddenly, in the flood of the cars advancing at the speed of the turtles, Jin lifted up the army. I was a little annoyed. However, the cars were advancing at the slightest. Fortunately, I was able to avoid the parking lot.

A little later, the cause of this traffic jam appeared. A group of people gather with pickets and loudspeakers. After taking over one side with the car, I saw him preparing something for Juju Island. Traffic police were trying to keep the cars under control, making the traffic a little smoother.

Is this a protest?

It seemed like it. On weekdays, I thought it was very diligent for people to start demonstrating early in the morning. I also saw reporters waiting to shoot a demonstration a little distance away. I passed by the protesters and looked at them a little more closely. I saw the writing on the bare band across my body.

< Banish the monsters! >

I felt an eerie expression written in scarlet. The foam around my head up to the white belt seemed like really skilled protesters. Jinseok smiled a little later. After leaving the protest scene, the cars began to communicate smoothly again.

Jinseok turned on the radio, singing a light snort. On the radio, you hear the voice of a female anchor.

With over a dozen casualties from terrorism in [ , the perpetrator is known to have expressed anger and extreme faith in the superpowers in SNS. The owner of the store who was bombed is one of the world's leading superpowers who has recently rescued citizens from the monsters that attacked the city. Now he's in a state of unconsciousness. Local police believe it is a hate crime against typical superpowers .]

Jinsuk turns his finger to the other channel. This channel was also news. The difference was that you could hear the voice of a serious male anchor instead of the voice of a female anchor.

[ The police are considering measures against those who use their superpowers in crime, and there is a slight claim that political jurisdiction should declare a ruling for a while, but they raise their heads. In this regard, civil society organizations .]

"Hehe!"

I squeezed my lips and laughed. This confusion was not pleasant. The fact that the powers that were trying to hide in the United States were already spreading smoothly by the hand of the true God. And the anti-meta-human protests and attacks that led to extremist religions. And the crimes of the superpowers who were drunk with power. I expected it, but I didn't expect it to return to its taste.

Jin has arrived at the company. I stopped my car in the underground parking lot and went up to the chairman's office. I sat on a big fancy chair. It's been a long time since I've worn a suit. I felt a little more comfortable after loosening my tie.

It used to be that he wore comfortable clothes using his presidency, but today he met a guest. It was also a pretty important guest.

Jinseok turns his chair around and looks under the glass instead of the wall. Under the tall building, the city looked like a miniature that children played with.

"Huh?"

There was something noticeable. Jinsuk bent his waist and looked at it on the ground.

"Protesters."

Earlier, the uniform was similar to the excessive protesters. From the camping in front of the building used by Golden Riggs on Juju Island, there seems to be a problem at Golden Riggs.

"You're really diligent."

He was naughty. It wasn't the first time they did that today. Recently, I've been camped out in front of the company for a long day and protested. Jinsuk turned the chair back on. Their demands will always be the same. Of course, Jin didn't have as much demand as the flea's liver to grant their demands. Soon the familiar loudspeaker rang. They shout their allegations aloud, denouncing the truth and Golden Riggs.

I could have stopped it. Protesters who oppose the Korean Assembly Act are prohibited from protesting in one place. A thorough, first-come, first-served order of which organizations will protest there. If I put a person in front of the administrative agency in advance and immediately reported that the protest was contrary to the content of that protest in front of Golden Riggs, they were legally unable to protest in front of Golden Riggs. There is no legal issue whether or not to protest after the report. It's a natural barrier to assembly. It was the work of every major company in my country.

I have also suggested this method below, but I refused to accept it. Legally okay, but definitely not a good thing to look at. Now he needed to tell the world how broad and inclusive he was. It will contribute well to image elevation, even in the smallest cases, without stopping the rally.

You hear the loudspeaker arguing again. Argument is the same as last time. The dialogue, voice and tone were the same.

'That's not very creative.'

The computer on the desk keeps yawning with its mouth wide open while looking for a booby trap. If the protesters down there saw it, they were not interested in the demonstration down there enough to catch the back of their necks.

Soon you hear a siren. The police appeared to be coming to protect and monitor the protesters. Since there have been no major conflicts during the protests lately, it will still be today.

Beep!

The speakers on your desk ring. I got a call from my assistant. A secretary with many hidden gems was one of many slaves that the old man gave to the old man. He pressed the button and put his mouth to the microphone.

"What the hell."

[You have a visitor.]

There is only one guest coming today. Jin ordered the guests to come inside. Soon after, I heard a knock on the door of the chairman's office.

"Come in."

Jinsuk stood up and said.

There were two people who came into the room. One was a beauty who looked like she was in her early 30s dressed in a clean suit. The other one was a tall, impressive man. The man was holding a heavy camera.

"Greetings, Chairman. Give a reason to OOO stations."

The woman reaches out her hand to Jinjin as she scatters a clean smile.