113 – Why do we live like that. (1)
1.
At this samgyeopsal restaurant, where office workers after work chew on people they don’t like along with their meat, Jeongbaro shouted as he slammed his hand holding a glass.
“What the hell is that bastard doing?!”
Jeong Baro’s angry voice was so sincere that no one could deny it, but no one at the samgyeopsal restaurant paid attention to him because there were no people at the company who hadn’t been hit.
“Hey, if your agency goes bankrupt, open a meat restaurant. It cooks really well.”
Even the opposite s*x of the opposite s*x.
“No brother! If you came out to eat together, you should listen to me! I heard that I was traumatized today?!”
In the end, Baro Jeong, whose sadness reached its peak, expressed his regret with tears in his eyes.
It was difficult in many ways to see a grown man in his 30s express his sadness with a tearful and trembling voice, so the opposite s*x, who wanted to focus on meat, now had no choice but to listen to his voice.
“Ehh. Yes, what What kind of trauma did you suffer?”
“The manager! To me, the boss! He just kept saying that he was a pig! Call all the staff to fire! What are you really doing, you son of a b*tch!”
“Jinhyuk?”
“Then who is it! Of course, the only person who would do such a thing is that thug you planted!”
The voice of Jeong Baro as he poured soju into a beer glass was so full of anger that even the opposite s*x, who cared for Kang Jin-hyeok more than he, had his thoughts waver for a moment.
But Lee Seong knew Kang Jin-hyeok better than the breakup, and he also knew the special circumstances of Bareungil Entertainment, so he didn’t go over to the drunken Jeong Baro’s appeal.
“Even so… I am not the president. How could a manager say something like that to the boss…”
The story that Baro Jeong was telling right now was unilaterally criticizing that his subordinate Kang Jin-hyeok was wrong, arguing only about his authority, cutting everything back and forth. It was shameless.
It was obviously wrong, and even if he scolded him, he couldn’t repeat the stories he was saying, but instead of scolding him, Lee took away a beer glass full of soju from Jeongbaro.
“Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Whoa! Keuuu!”
And then, without a moment to resist, Jeongbaro drank the soju from the beer glass at once, and then set the beer glass down so that it trembled across the table to the floor.
Boom!
When a man with fists the size of an adult man’s face and so huge that it was hard to tell whether he was a bear or a person from a distance did such a thing, the noisy pork belly restaurant instantly became quiet.
“·······Tongue, brother?”
The force of reason was so threatening that even Jeong Baro, who was drunk with her alcohol and spat out uncharacteristic words indiscriminately, her head went cold in an instant.
In such a quiet samgyeopsal restaurant, facing Jeong Baro, who had caught his spirit, Lee Seong said what he had to say as an older brother.
“Baro. Why do you live like that?”
A question stronger than a large fist of reason struck Jeong Baro.
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The greatest genius producer of our time.
His reputation and skills are superior to any other producers of that era, to the extent that it is said that if you create an idol group, it’s basic to hit the top spot in that quarter, and if you create a song, it’s only natural to make an all-kill on the music charts.
I was cursed at for not knowing that the sky was high because of my unique unconventional move and child independent aspect, but it was only a short while that such words came out.
His skills as a producer were excellent enough to overcome all his shortcomings, and he knew that fact himself, so he was able to move toward his goal without giving in.
His name is Jeong Baro.
But when he was young, he believed he was the best, and his achievements turned his belief into confidence.
That this world is not so easy, that beliefs reached by certainty can be betrayed, and most importantly, that human beings can never be tools without thoughts.
Only one failure.
The reason why the best genius producer Jeong Baro, who dominated the era, fell, was because of just one failure.
Everyone who looked closely at Jeong Baro criticized him for one failure, even though it was only a failure compared to his usual achievements, and in fact a result close to success.
At the same time, all possible scandals gripped him as if they had been concocted, and he had to spend all the money he had saved so far to escape all of them.
However, even with all the money he earned, he couldn’t stop all the jealous rage of the times, and in the end, he only managed to solve it after borrowing a hand in a private loan business.
However, because the words were resolved, and the scandals ended with an agreement, in the end, his frame was not cleared.
All the idols and celebrities he created turned their backs on him, and all he was left with was a debt that he could never repay as a straight man at the time, and Choi Cheol-hoon, a semi-celebrity.
It was only then that Baro Jeong realized that he was a failure, not a genius producer.
Once you consider yourself a failure, you begin to think that failure is the only thing left on the road ahead.
In that case, people naturally despair, become complacent, and fear change and challenges.
That’s why even though he was given the opportunity to enter the right path again, he didn’t do anything.
If you don’t do anything, at least you won’t fail.
However, a man called a self-proclaimed gangster appeared in front of him, and even he, who had refused the challenge for fear of failure, was sure of his success.
In such a chaotic situation, Jeong-baro even asked this question to the benefactor who saved him.
[Baro. Why do you buy like that?]
Of course I could see that he wasn’t asking why he was living like that, and he was faced with a choice.
“······Yes, let’s listen to it.”
And now, Baro Jeong took out his cell phone to decide how to live his life in the face of his choice.
Turrure. Turrr. Tiff.
After two long beeps, the ringing tone was heard.
Hearing the sound of her call being connected, Baro Jeong immediately put his business into her mouth before he even heard the other person’s voice.
“Kang Jin-hyuk, let’s look at me for a second. Let’s talk.”
Then what came back was an answer without the slightest hesitation.
[Yes, I’ll see you on the roof of the company.]
2.
The voice of Jeong Baro over the phone was probably drunk, and his tongue was slightly twisted, but it was definitely the voice of someone who was determined for something.
I was on the roof right now because it was the voice of a prospective challenger with a final choice before taking on a challenge, not a pig or a human who refuses to become a pig.
The blizzard of the winter night was certainly chilly enough to bite my skin, but this level of cold didn’t bother me, and my heart beat so fast in anticipation of what was to come that I didn’t even have time to feel the cold.
What happened, did Jeong Baro, who was afraid earlier, be able to speak like that? What kind of decision is he waiting for, why is he calling me all of a sudden on this night?
After about 3 minutes of having such curiosity and anticipation, the sound of panting got closer and the roof door burst open.
“Haaa!”
And the one who showed up was Jeong-baro, drenched in sweat, wearing a coat in his hands in this cold winter.
Did you walk up to the roof? Why not? Is there an elevator openly? But do you usually sweat that much just because you walked up the stairs before that?
The appearance of Jeong Baro was such a mess that these questions filled my head in an instant.
However, the questions filled in my head disappeared in an instant at the question of Jeong Baro.
“Haaa. Go, Mr. Kang Jin-hyuk! Why do you live like that!”
“Yes?”
“You. Why are you so obsessed with making an idol group!”
At the first question, I immediately thought, ‘Are you arguing with me right now?’, But when I heard the following questions and sincere voices, I knew that this was not a arguing.
This is not an argument, this is a sincere question.
But I didn’t ask out of curiosity, it was a question to test my will.
Perhaps the choice that Jeongbaro will make depends on my answer.
I can be sure when I see that his voice and weight are unusual even though he is asking a question without hesitation, and that his gaze towards me is also unusual.
Perhaps from now on, Jeong Ba-ro’s choice will change, and if that happens, his life will also change. And with him as the president, my life will also change a lot.
So I gave the best answer I could.
“That is…”