My Dad is Too Strong - Chapter 27
Daddy Too Strong 26 Coins
Sinsa-dong, Gangnam-gu, Seoul.
Kwon Hyuk-soo returned to exit 8 of the Shrine Station to recheck the location chart sent to his smartphone.
As I walked along the street, I noticed a four-story building that was quite ornate.
Kwon Hyuk-soo, who confirmed the luxurious sign that reads’ Shilla, ‘swallowed a saliva.
“Here you go, Mr. Tojun.”
“You’re smarter than I thought. But you’re really not coming?”
Shilla of Sinsa-dong, Gangnam-gu, said, celebrities, hunters, and chaebol made some money, but Kang Cheol-su only sent two students to Korea and Kwon Hyuk-soo, saying that he would ruin the atmosphere if he went there.
“You wanted to come, actually. When will the government officials get here? Besides, it’s not taking bribes, it’s being bought purely by a friend.”
“Pure intent.”
He muttered with a meaningful expression.
The automatic door opened the moment Kwon Hyuk-soo stepped on the red carpet at the entrance of the building.
The interior was well-decorated.
Marble walls and floors.
And pots and paintings all over the place.
“There’s no one here, sir.”
“· · · · · · · · I think we should go down to the basement.”
You can walk a little further and you can see the stairs going down.
You can see the lobby stretching out.
Dim pink lights.
Dozens of rooms.
The men who looked like waiters were busy carrying food and liquor.
“Are you looking for someone?”
A beautiful woman who looked like she was in her mid-30s, wearing a red dress with a busted rib, approached. The cerebral cortex was enough to catch Kwon Hyuk-soo’s eye.
The woman searched through JooJoon and Kwon Hyuk-soo’s clothes.
Suits at affordable prices and shoes at affordable prices.
And a pretty old briefcase.
“Low · · · · · · · · · · ·. Are you here for Young-hoon Choi?”
“Ah! You’re with Young-hoon Choi. Follow me. I’ll walk you through it.”
Walk the long corridor along the woman.
At that time, I saw one of the waiters go into the room full of paint and spirits.
The interior of the room beyond the waiter’s shoulders was quite shocking.
Seven people fell on their heads on the table, and there was a man yelling at them.
“· · · · · · · · ·.”
Scenes you might see in a drama.
Kwon Hyuk-soo, who was watching with his mouth wide open, turned his head as he met the man’s eyes.
I finished walking on my way.
After a while.
Turn the corner and stop in front of the first visible room.
The woman who guided Jooju and Kwon Hyuk-soo opens the door with a smile.
“· · · · · · · · ·.”
“Well, have fun.”
The woman bowed her head and returned.
JooJoon and Kwon Hyuk-soo entered the room.
Four men and four women.
There was an expensive bottle of liquor on the table.
In the ashtray was a pile of cigarette butts.
“Cough. Cough.”
Kwon Hyuk-soo coughed and waved his hands.
“Oh, Hyuk-soo. What took you so long?”
A young man in his early 30s waved his hand in greetings.
Next to him was a woman who looked like she was in her early 20s wearing a Sisru blouse that was almost half naked.
“Huh · · · · · · · · · ·. Young-hoon. Ha, ha. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken a cab.”
“The person next to you is your successor?”
“Yes, Lee Do Joon. We’ve been working together for over a year.”
Choi Young-hoon smiled.
Then, I gestured to Kwon Hyuk-soo and Su-joon.
“Sit here next to me. Hey, guys. Step aside, please. Officials are leaving.”
“· · · · · · · · · · · Haha.”
Kwon Hyuk-soo smiled beautifully.
The men who opened their seats at Choi Young-hoon’s words kicked, smiled, and pulled themselves inward.
It was clearly laughed at by anyone.
“Here. Have a drink first.”
I pour liquor for Kwon Hyuk-soo who is seated.
He also gives alcohol to JooJoon who was watching him.
“Have a drink there, too, Master.”
“· · · · · · Thank you.”
Choi Young-hoon raised his glass of wine.
“Bam.”
Three glasses collided.
Kwon Hyuk-soo took a shot of spirits, and then left with his tongue.
I did not adapt well to a much higher ABV than my usual drink.
“But it’s been a while. Hyuk-soo, we haven’t heard from you since you went up to Seoul. How have you been? How are you doing?”
Choi Young-hoon asked me a cigarette.
The woman next to me took out a Dupont Lighter and lit a fire.
Choi Young-hoon sucks the filter like it’s natural.
“Phew.”
“· · · · · · · Yes. All my colleagues are good people, and the work is rewarding. Young-hoon said you were a Class B Hunter. Shit, it worked. We’re all here.”
Bleeding.
“No. Well, that’s normal. Well, you’re a salaryman, so I can’t afford it.”
“Haha, man. Not on a government salary.”
“What are you gonna tell a guy in public transport that loves taxi fare? By the way, I didn’t introduce you to anyone else. From here, Kim Gwang-soo, Park Min-jun, and Han Min-jae. They’re all class B hunters from our guild. Great people? You brought them here for a hard time.”
Kwon Hyuk-soo lowered his head slightly.
“Greetings, I am the director of the Seoul City Hall crack management and Kwon Hyuk-soo. It’s an honor to meet you. Please take good care of it.”
“Dude, do me a favor. We have to take good care of him. They work Narat.”
Choi Young-hoon smiled brightly, emptying Kwon Hyuk-soo’s collar.
“Well, thank you.”
“Between us.”
“Oh, that. Speaking of contracts, when are you gonna come up to city hall? My boss wants to see you. Get to know your face and say hello.”
Back then.
The hunters you were watching turn their heads in a smile about to burst out.
He scoured them once.
I touched my lips.
‘Look at this.’
He knew it from the moment he entered the room.
Choi Young-hoon and his fellow hunters.
I had no intention of making a contract from the start.
Even though the annual salary of 300 million was not small, given the statistics that a class B hunter’s annual income averaged 4.7 billion, there would have been no reason to enter a contract hunter.
Especially if you’re so extravagant.
In fact, Kwon Hyuk-soo was feeling a little bit.
Choi Young-hoon just called himself to play with it and drink.
It’s obvious to anyone.
Kwon Hyuk-soo tried to deny it.
I thought it would be too miserable to admit it.
“Hyuk-soo.”
“Huh?”
“Let’s sign a contract. I’m going to City Hall tomorrow.”
Young-hoon Choi said.
The face of Kwon Hyuk-soo, who was trying hard to smile, really brightened.
“Jee, are you serious?”
“Huh. Instead · · · · · · · · · ·.”
Choi Young-hoon poured liquor into Kwon Hyuk-soo’s cup.
And suck a deep smoke.
“Phew.”
Add the cigarette butt to the glass of Kwon Hyuk-soo.
Ticktock.
“If you drink this.”
“· · · · · · · · · · Huh?”
Singgeek.
Choi Young-hoon took out a new cigarette.
The hunters who were watching blew up the bombs as if they couldn’t take it anymore.
“Young-hoon, it’s too much!”
“Where will his toughness go? I heard you guys were close in high school. Be gentle.”
“Master, you must be crying. Hehe.”
Kwon Hyuk-soo, who squeezes the knee of his pants.
Joo saw Kwon Hyuk-soo’s hands trembling.
“Come on, Hyuk-soo. Drink and I’ll be at city hall tomorrow! I’m gonna go stamp it.”
Continuing fire hydrant.
“You guys are too much. Are you really crying?”
The woman who lit Choi Young-hoon’s cigarette said with a smile.
At that time, Kwon Hyuk-soo quietly got up from his seat.
“· · · · · · · Joon-ssi. Let’s get up.”
Kwon Hyuk-soo’s shoulders are stretching.
Keep your head down.
I bit my lip.
He hated the look of it.
Two shoulders that were always relaxed and reliable.
It looked so small now.
This guy was a total badass in high school with me.
You said you’d be happy to come because you saw the announcement this time.
It reminds me of the happy Kwon Hyuk-soo.
He knew.
Even if he continues to follow Kwon Hyuk-soo around, nothing in his life will change significantly.
But what about Kwon Hyuk-soo?
‘If you leave now · · · · · · · · · · ·. collapse.’
The pride that has been accumulated over the years.
It will disappear in an instant.
JooJoon took out his smartphone and texted somewhere.
And that answer takes less than 10 seconds.
I’m right here.
“Sunbae.”
“· · · · · · · · ·.”
“I don’t think we need to sign with these scumbags.”
Everyone was surprised.
Some kind of government official.
To Class B Hunters.
“· · · · · · · What?”
Choi Young-hoon’s image was badly distorted.
Kwon Hyuk-soo also looked at him as if he was crazy.
“The Hanminji Hunter you mentioned last time. They say you’re signing a contract.”
“· · · · · · · Yes?”
Gwon Hyuk-soo looks at me like I’m saying something.
“You wanted to fill out a contract. He’s headed right this way. He’s around here somewhere.”
At the end of the week.
Hunters grin as if it were absurd.
“You’re shaking like crazy. Idiot.”
“Class S Hunter signed with you guys?”
With a smile on his face.
You nod.
“Yes, they say so.”
“Do, Joon-ssi. What is that?”
“You said that the other day. I could sign with Hanminji.”
It was then.
The door opens wide.
“Sorry I’m late.”
The static flowed.
Come into the room.
Women in their early 20s.
“Ha, Hanminji · · · · · · · · ·.”
Choi Young-hoon dropped his cigarette.
Hanjin, who was looking inside the room, frowned.
JooJoon said.
“Mr. Kwon Hyuk-soo. How did you and Hanminji Hunter come into contact and win the contract? He’s my respected senior.”
After listening to Lord Joo, Hanminji was stunned for a while.
I smiled.
“What, you were going to leave me here and sign with these kids? I’m disappointed, Director Kwon Hyuk-soo.”
“· · · · · · · Yes? No.”
Kwon Hyuk-soo looks at JooJoo.
JooJoon grinned and took out a thick envelope from the briefcase and gave it to Kwon Hyuk-soo.
I shoved him on his back.
“Let’s sign a contract before you change your mind, Hanminji Hunter. Oh, I’d like to go to America, please. I’ll be right behind you.”
Kwon Hyuk-soo looks at Joo-joon and Hanminji alternately.
He looked confused.
“Let’s go, Master. No, you don’t check your texts. That’s why I wrote you back on your phone. There’s a nice cafe next door. Let’s go there.”
Kwon Hyuk-soo is dragged out into the hands of Hanminji.
And the door closed.
Joon sighed and sat on the couch.
And on the table.
I poured the cup of Kwon Hyuk-soo, which contained tobacco butts, into the ashtray.
“Young-hoon.”
Choi Young-hoon turns his head to the call of Joo-joon.
“Drink this and I’ll forgive you.”