114 – Why live like that. (2)
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My oldest memory begins in an endless forest covered in snow.
There is only one person like me in that forest.
To be called a guardian, he neglected me, and to be called a wicked person, he was always by my side when I came to my senses.
I learned to speak through the self-talk he often spits out, and I grew up begging and imitating his way of life.
Then one day, the concept of titles accidentally crossed my mind, and I asked him, who was always around but not very helpful.
“What are you to me?”
Then what came back was a very absurd answer.
“Abby.”
At the age of 10, I first knew that the man who had always been by my side was my father.
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My father wanted me to grow up strong.
The reason why he says so vaguely is because he never directly expressed his wish that if I did something, he would.
But considering that it was the worst wilds in the world where the 13-year-old was thrown or taken away in the middle of a pack of hungry wolves, my father must have wanted to raise me strong.
The reason why I didn’t express it directly was probably because it was an environment where I had no choice but to become strong in order to survive.
In the end, I survived, and seeing how strong I am, my father, who didn’t bother to say anything, might be wiser.
It’s because the methods are f*cking ignorant.
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At the age of 19, I became the owner of the mountain range recognized by myself (me and my father), having become so strong that there was no beast that could not be defeated in that long, wide and high mountain range.
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Then I was suddenly told to be independent.
I had already been living on my own for a long time.
Still, as my father said, there were no strong men left to challenge the mountains, and I was looking forward to meeting someone other than my father, so I headed to my birthplace, Korea, which I had only heard about.
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I almost died when I arrived in Korea, lady. No, I was saved by Byul, and naturally, I took Byeol’s father, my older brother, as my older brother and worked together.
My older brother, a former homicide detective, was punished for beating up thugs more than necessary (moderately by the standards of his brother).
And I set up an organization called Jeongdopa, and at that point, I was saved by a lady and came in.
From then on, he took the name of Jeong-do faction and smashed countless gangsters with his brother.
Beating a person was too easy compared to fighting wolves, tigers, or brown bears, and it wasn’t fun.
However, even though I was living cut off from society, they were such assholes that I couldn’t help but scream, and there was no one who would hate them if it weren’t for me, so I just kept attacking the thugs.
For reasons similar to a sense of duty rather than fun.
Then one day, I realized that there were no more vicious thugs left to go and destroy.
So from then on, I spent time with the lady.
And I found out for the first time.
The fact that a song sung without sound equipment or anything, with just a guitar and a daughter, can be so beautiful.
The happiness that can never be created with mere fists can bloom like a field of flowers in just one line of a song.
“Brother. How are you? Is this enough to be an idol?”
“Idol?”
“What is it, don’t you know idols?”
“Uh, yes.”
“An entertainer who brings happiness to people with dancing, singing, and performances on stage! That’s an idol!”
And I knew for the first time that day that those who shine brilliantly for the purpose of giving that happiness are called idols.
“That’s… That’s amazing.”
It was from that day that I had the dream of making the best idol.
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“To me, breaking people is the easiest thing in the world, but making them happy is so difficult. But idols make it so easy for me to do the most difficult thing in the world. Idols are experts in making others happy.”
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“So, I want to raise idols. I want to prove that I can contribute to making people happy by making the best idols with my own hands. I want to show the world that I, who always just broke things, can make the best idols.”
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“So, I live like this to make the best idol with my own hands.”
Under the winter night when the cold wind blows to the point of burning the skin, Jeong Baro, facing Kang Jin-hyeok, couldn’t say anything carelessly.
It was because I never thought that Kang Jin-hyeok, whom I had thought of as a thug with no countermeasures who would just run into and see if I made a mistake, was actually this kind of person.
And the person he knew now, Kang Jin-hyeok, was at least much more radiant than the current person named Jeong Baro.
The presence or absence of light is whether or not there is a dream, and the greater the will and enthusiasm to achieve the dream, the hotter the glow.
Kang Jin-hyeok’s will to pursue his dream was shining brightly like the sun, enough to be seen by Jeong Baro, who has been using idols as a tool to use as an indicator of success.
“·······I made up my mind. After listening to Kang Jin-hyeok’s story, I can finally make up my mind.”
And it wasn’t until he found out that Baro Jeong realized it.
“Jinhyuk Kang, I have a request for you.”
It is only after falling to the ground that there is nowhere to go down that the sunlight becomes desperate.
“Me too. I also want to make the best idol.”
That it is not too late for him to dream.
“For your dream of making the best idol. Let me jump on the bandwagon.”
Kang Jin-hyeok’s passion for his dream, shining like the sun, was so desperate for Jeong Baro.
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“Ahhhhh morning I’m dying of exhaustion.”
“Because you ran up to the 3rd yesterday. I am tired too.”
“I will. I don’t know what you’re calling me to say, but as always, it won’t be much, so let’s go to the office and take a nap when it’s all over.”
The staff who gathered in the lobby for the first meeting since Bareungil Enter was established expressed their complaints about the dinner they had as a group yesterday and their fatigue from it.
However, it was just a daily complaint. For them, Bareungil Enter was such a pleasant place that they just stamped their way to work and gave money if they took time off, so they couldn’t find any doubts about this sudden meeting.
No, it’s not that I couldn’t find it, I just couldn’t find it.
“Ah, but I don’t know why he’s acting like that these days. Isn’t this a paper company created for tax evasion anyway? Why do you keep trying to do something?”
“I don’t know. Even though I knew it wouldn’t work anyway… In the past, he was a genius producer or something, but now he’s just retired.”
“Right. That’s the fact What, did you suddenly think of the past? Even so, it would be a waste of money, a waste of time, and a waste of passion.”
“That’s right. Do you think making an idol debut is a joke? It’s really absurd that a nobleman who’s been locked up in a small room for years can’t forget his past and knows how to succeed even if he speaks up.”
Because to them Bareungil Enter, the president of Bareungil Enter, Jeong Baro, was nothing more than a hogu that gave them money.
From the very beginning, Bareungil Enter, which only had formal interviews and did not look at academic background or specs, was assigned to them, so they had no choice but to become a hukou.
“Well, everyone is here.”
That’s why the employees didn’t notice that Jeong Baro, who was sitting at the top table, was full of determination unlike usual.
“I’ll cut out all useless things like greetings, and I’ll just go straight to the point.”
Even if I noticed it in the first place, it’s all too late now.
“Everyone, pack up everything you have at work today and go home. And you don’t have to come out tomorrow.”
At the completely unexpected words of Jeong Baro, the minds of the employees who had planned to go to the office and sleep after the meeting went blank.
Leaving behind the staff who had hardened like dolls, no, those who were employees, Jeong-baro disappeared from their sight, and only then did the lobby become noisy.
Of course, for a very short time, it just became noisy.
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“You are a real man. Our boss.”
“Jinhyuk Kang.”
I was waiting for the elevator, and I gestured to the boss, who widened his eyes in surprise when he saw me, to get on.
“Get on first. It will be annoying if you stay there.”
“Oh, yes.”
I was surprised to see me for a while, but I didn’t even have time to be surprised by the boss who just unilaterally announced his resignation.
It’s the best thing in the world to be unhappy with nothing to do. Because the anger of the angry pigs might attack, the boss hurriedly climbed into the elevator, and I pressed the close button as it was to close the door.
I saw a group of people rushing after realizing the situation from far away, but the elevator door closed faster than that, so their desperate efforts eventually went to nothing.
If the physical outbursts have ended here, I might start out socially from now on. How else is the boss going to solve that?
“This layoff will be treated as a restructuring. Bareungil Entertainment has stopped investing and has no source of income, so if they insist on emergency restructuring for the sake of the company’s continuation, no one will be able to side with them.”
Before I even asked if it was okay for me to do this, the boss scratched the part I was curious about first.
If until yesterday I was just an old man who was desperate not to hear the sound of pigs, now the boss in front of me has literally transformed into a figure befitting the position of president.
I was a bit taken aback at how a person could change like this overnight, but joy outweighed embarrassment.
“From now on. My true face, called a genius producer, is from now on. This hasn’t even started yet.”
Because Jeongbaro wasn’t just a human who struggled because he didn’t want to be called a pig anymore, he was a colleague you could trust and trust.
No matter how many reliable colleagues there are, their value never diminishes.
“Looks like I have to serve you now.”
“Yes?”
“First of all, I am a subordinate.”
“hahahaha. There is no boss in the world who gets paid by subordinates.”
“Isn’t that what the CEO of the original agency is like? When a celebrity earns money, it’s a structure where they take it off.”
“That is…”
Ding.
While Jeong Baro was speechless at the irrefutable argument, the elevator arrived on the 5th floor.
“······Hello, long time no see oppa.”
And when the door opened, Byul greeted me.