119 – Public Enemies (5)
0.
“That, Jinhyeok. I’m just saying it just in case, but when you enter the broadcasting station, it just stays there like a ghost.”
“Like a ghost?”
When I became Choi Cheol-hoon’s manager and followed him around to learn manager work, he heard such words right before he first entered the station.
I heard something similar from us the other day, so I asked him if he was exaggerating too much, and what came back was Choi Cheol-hoon’s voice without any playfulness.
“That inside is a demonic cave, and it follows the logic of power. It is a place inhabited by frenzied beasts who will bite at the slightest bit inferior to themselves.”
“·······What is that?”
“There must be people who aren’t, but neither you nor I have the ability to determine that, so you have to be careful first.”
“Isn’t that exaggerating too much?”
“Anyway! If you do anything to get caught in the slightest, you’ll get tired in the future. The broadcasting world is really rotten, so if you get filmed once, your life will be difficult in the future. So if you go in, you’re like a ghost. Just follow me.”
Speaking earnestly like a fire chief entering a fire site, Choi Cheol-hoon turned his body toward the entrance of the broadcasting station, then immediately turned his head back to me and continued his conversation.
“No, no. Because just having a manager attached to me can cause a fight for no reason. Enter together only when you enter, and from then on, pretend to be someone you don’t know and walk at least 5m away!”
“······I came here to learn how to be a manager, is that correct?”
“If you don’t want to be bothered, do as I say! Even if I’m not popular, I have time!”
With that said, we entered the broadcasting station.
“What the f*ck are you? Don’t block the road and get out!”
“Sir, sorry! Hey, get on the road quickly!”
“Well, even the bastard comes and goes in and out of the broadcasting station… And the water is f*cking cloudy, sir. Hey, from today on, if those couples push me one more time in my field of vision, I know I won’t be able to set foot in this industry again.”
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“Oh, I see!”
In less than an hour, I realized firsthand the reason Choi Cheol-hun had to go so far.
1.
“Whoa…”
February.
As it is the coldest time of the year, it was only natural that the sighs he exhaled would become white breath and scatter into the air.
It would be nice if this worry that weighed heavily on my heart could be lightly scattered like a breath. Since that didn’t work, it was best to obtain vicarious satisfaction by dispersing the white breath.
“It’s so… it’s like sh*t.”
When I was released from prison, no, even when I first stepped into society, I felt like I could do anything.
Compared to the wild world I grew up in, this society was really soft and weak.
For the first time I met people walking around desperately trying to show off their shoulders and eyes, walking in a straight line, thinking, ‘Just try to catch someone, I’ll give you a muk bowl.’ When I made it, I realized.
This society is unexpectedly very easy going.
I almost died of exhaustion right after I first arrived in society because the road to get there was so tough, and I, who gained strength while resting, can do anything!
At that time, when I was picked up by Byul and then organized the group of bullies at once, I thought that way.
And that thought changed to more certainty as I wiped out the thugs with my older brother.
After that, well, I just lived comfortably without any difficulties.
When my older brother asks to go to work, I go to work, get rid of the thugs I need to get rid of, walk around the streets with the lady, and so on. And lived
Of course, it wasn’t fun.
If that was fun, I wouldn’t have volunteered to go to prison in the first place, and I would still be beating thugs.
But I dreamed of something I couldn’t do before, rather than something that was easy, boring, and obvious.
Yes, to make the best idols.
When I had that dream, when I entered prison, and until I got out and collected my children, I had clear confidence in myself as a person.
I definitely had the confidence that I would be able to create an idol that shined brighter than anyone else in this weak and soft society, and that I could make the best idol.
Because I’m good at fighting, I have outstanding physical abilities, and I have excellent five senses.
Because no one could stop me like that.
But that confidence was shattered when I followed Cheol-hoon Choi and experienced manager work.
‘What are you? Is he the manager? Even normal people wear managers. Do you have an agency? Enter the right way? Seriously… They say that dogs and cows are celebrities. Done and that Move this to the storage room.’
‘You make idols? Is it the right way? In an agency doing something? Oh, this industry looks like a dick. Do you make it just because you want to make it? Well, I’m a senior in this industry, so I’ll tell you a little bit. I go here and there to reflect my face a little bit, and to poke a little bit at the price of rice cakes. Networking is the answer here.’
‘What are you looking at with those eyes? Why is it weird But these days, they don’t order entertainment for kids, so you don’t have to worry about that. Not yet.’
‘Excuse me. Do you know why I said ‘not yet’? If it fails anyway, the agency will take care of it. Whoop!’
‘Why do you keep your eyes open? They know what to do, so it’s not like they’re giving you entertainment. Well, you’ll know what I’m talking about later. I live so innocently now.’
‘Ah, for reference. The sooner the entertainment, the better?’
“・・・・・・f*ck.”
It’s been several weeks already, but even thinking about it again gives me a fever.
“Really… That’s f*cking sh*t.”
I wanted to crush his snout asking if he was an assistant writer or not, but I couldn’t.
Unlike Lee Bon-seung, whom we met when we went to the broadcasting station, the assistant writer only talked about it, and I was just a manager of a small agency.
That’s also personal connections, affiliated celebrities, and the manager of Bareungil Entertainment, an entertainment company with a name that doesn’t really have anything.
I was at the bottom of the food chain in the broadcasting industry.
If I do something wrong, my children suffer.
For one reason, I became a manager of a small agency that had no choice but to put up with it no matter what.
A very, very ordinary person who I thought was selfish and weak.
Yes. Who has responsibility.
“······· Haa.”
And now that I have something to take responsibility for. I was more incompetent than anyone else.
2.
“Sashimi, President, are you here!”
“Hmm. So what about Jiho?”
“Yes! You will be in your room now. Come out immediately and I will contact you…”
“Okay. ‘Cause I’m going in The two of us have something to talk about.”
“Yes, I understand!”
“Then get off work.”
“Yup! I’ll see you tomorrow, Chairman!”
At the words of Han Chun-ho, the chairman of the brewing company Britness and Han Ji-ho’s father, Chief Lee, who assisted him, vacated his seat like smoke.
“Tsk.”
Standing in front of Han Ji-ho’s door, Cheon-ho Han clicked his tongue disapprovingly and then opened the door to see his son, who had been locked in his room for a month and couldn’t even see his face.
Clap.
“Hee, hee! Who, who! Some bastard visits me without permission…!”
Immediately after that, Han Ji-ho’s voice filled with anger and fear came out.
Han Chun-ho answered Han Ji-ho in a low voice with his brow furrowed even further.
“This is your father.”
“Oh, Father?!”
“You pitiful bastard…”
As soon as Han Cheon-ho revealed that he was himself, anger evaporated from Han Ji-ho’s voice, and fear filled the void.
It was by no means a common situation for a son to be terrified just by the arrival of his father, but to Han Cheon-ho, this fear was very natural.
However, Han Chun-ho did not deserve the fear that was eating away at his son.
It was because this fear that kept him from leaving this narrow corner of the room for a month – 30 pyeong, chaebol standard – did not originate with himself.
“Hey, how did you get here all of a sudden without contacting me…”
“Do I have to report that to you?”
“Oh, no, no! Absolutely not!”
“A pitiful bastard.”
“Ugh, ugh…”
A nerd, weak, idiot who doesn’t know his subject.
That is the evaluation Han Cheon-ho had for Han Ji-ho from a long time ago.
Han Chun-ho could never sit still and see that his only son was such a waste.
So, Han Cheon-ho taught Han Ji-ho the power of Britness, a brewing company inherited from his father, from a very young age, and nurtured him with two absolute powers: power and wealth.
In this way, Han Ji-ho became a trash that no one would care about except for his father, Han Chun-ho and other 3rd generation conglomerates, and overcame such a stupid, weak, stupid nature that did not know his subject.
“Surely it wasn’t this much garbage until a month ago.”
It was definitely like that until a month ago.
“I’m sorry…”
“Tsk.”
Han Cheon-ho is a pathetic piece of trash, so he clicked his tongue strongly again as he saw his son who was just trembling without revealing the slightest bit of resentment even when he was called a pathetic scumbag.
Then he asked in a low voice, showing his anger for the first time.
“So. What kind of kid are you?”