Son of a Conglomerate at the Highest Level

＜ This service (1) ＞

‘I was just asking about your father!’

It seems that he has enough discernment to detect a serious atmosphere.

Mr. Cheol-gu cleared his throat and glanced at me and my mother.

“Keuheum, I mean, the treatment progress is good, so I don’t think I need to worry about the aftereffects. It’s good to be discharged now. Cool!”

“Retirement? Haven’t you paid the hospital bill yet?”

“How much do you do that? hey kid Let’s go home.”

It was the sound of the uncle paying the hospital bill.

Mother quickly opened the bag.

“How much was it?”

“It’s done.”

“Take it. It must have been a lot of money. I don’t have medical insurance…”

My mother, a single mother, raised me by selling vegetables at the market.

So we didn’t have any health insurance.

It was a time when medical insurance was implemented for only a small number of people.

“Ah, it’s been a while. The treatment was just supplying enough oxygen, but what about the money?”

Iron Man grinned.

“If you look closely, the hospital bill was also paid for by that kid.”

“yes?”

“There is such a thing.”

Mr. Cheolgu winked at me with one eye.

The more the uncle speaks, the more the mother tilts her head.

“What do you mean by that…”

“Kid, this is a service.”

Mr. Cheolgu took out a pair of children’s sneakers from his pocket and set them down on the floor.

“I hope there will be money left after paying the hospital bills. And the requirements are bonus.”

These were children’s socks.

“They put it in as a service.”

A mother who doesn’t know why raises question marks all over her face.

He grinned and slipped something into my trouser pocket.

I glanced at it and it was a 500 won bill.

“Leave it there. No matter how much I thank you, it’s not my style to rip off a child.”

“…”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

He seemed worried that I would be scolded for using my mother’s money to patronize.

This man, as big as a bear, is quite meticulous.

“let’s go.”

“yes.”

I jumped out of bed.

I really liked the soft sneakers that fell to the floor.

I ran after Mr. Cheol-gu, who was walking alone.

“Come with me, mister! Mom, come quickly too!”

“Jung Hyuk!”

My mother, who was surprised, also followed me with her bag and coat.

* * *

burrung.

My mother refused, saying that she could take the bus, but she couldn’t break Mr. Cheol-gu’s insistence.

Kim said she was taking the paperwork she had left at home, and as she urged her to get on because there was no time, her mother got into the jeep.

‘hmm?’

A bundle of papers rolling on the floor of the jeep caught my eye.

‘Dazzling golden light!’

Why does it shine so brightly?

It’s just a black cover tied tightly with twine.

It was a document typewritten directly on rough rough paper.

It was a type that is hard to see in the 21st century, where it is printed by typing on a computer.

I picked up the folder as if possessed.

‘Kuu!’

As soon as I grabbed the folder, my eyes immediately changed.

A scene like a movie with a thin shimmering blue color was sucked into it.

* * *

Chew!

Mr. Cheol-gu was hit by water while tied up in the dark basement.

There were obvious signs of torture all over his body.

-Hey, Park Cheol-gu. blow it right who made this?

The man in the suit clicked his tongue as he shook the file folder.

At first glance, he was a middle court agent.

-Shouldn’t a young court agent be loyal to an individual rather than a country?

-Something like that… Cool, no.

-Then why were you doing this?

– I’m sorry, senior. leaflet······.

-You ask me why a bastard who should be digging behind spies was needlessly digging behind Wookwang Construction!

Woo Kwang Construction?

Wookwang Group is a giant conglomerate that is one of the three fingers of Korea in the future.

-Park Cheol-gu, I asked who was behind it.

-doesn’t exist.

-Don’t play around.

match!

Mr. Cheol-gu’s head turned around.

Mr. Cheol-gu sighed and spat bloody phlegm.

-Senior, do you know how many people those bastards of Wookwang Construction hurt in order to demolish the shanty town?

-so? Do you know how many people are in trouble because of you?

match!

-what? Doing this sh*t because of the shanty town bastards?

match!

– Bastard, you really die after that. Blow from behind quickly. Is it Taeseong Construction?

– No, nothing like that.

-Taesung Construction is right.

-It’s not like that… Big!

with a splash!

He grabbed Mr. Cheolgu by the hair and put it in a bucket of water and pressed it down.

-You ignorant bastard. It’s because it’s Taesung Construction.

Mr. Cheol-gu, who was tied up all over, struggled as hard as he could, but soon fell limp.

* * *

‘uh······?’

When I took my hand off the file folder, the blue image that had been floating in front of my eyes also disappeared.

‘What was that just then?’

It was so vivid.

as if I was there

As if Mr. Cheolgu was really being tortured like that.

I could feel even the sound of breathing and the cold air.

It was something I had never experienced before.

I touched the black document cover again with a trembling hand.

“…”

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Nothing was visible.

It was quiet.

‘Did I see something for a second?’

[no.]

be surprised!

The answer came elsewhere.

[This is a strange thing. It looks like he peeked at what I saw.]

The grim reaper appeared from the passenger seat like smoke and said.

[This guy is going to Hwangcheon in a week.]

I remembered.

Shortly after her mother passed away, the Guro-dong shantytown was forcibly demolished.

The owner of the house, the grandmother, also lost her house and was driven to the street, but at that time, Uncle Cheol-gu was already dead.

‘Uncle Cheol-gu dies in a week? Being tortured?’

The grim reaper did not answer.

Instead, he just glanced at Mr. Cheolgu.

“Ugh!”

Suddenly, Mr. Cheol-gu stopped driving and shuddered.

[You must have a good sense.]

Squeak.

The grim reaper disappeared like cotton candy melting into water.

Mr. Cheol-gu rubbed his arm and glanced sideways in the direction of the passenger seat.

“What, what? Did you just get really scared?”

“Mister, what is this?”

I picked up the papers.

Mr. Cheol-gu looked in the rearview mirror and was serious.

“Kid, put it down because it’s important. If you look carelessly, you will be in big trouble.”

“Are you digging behind Wookwang Construction?”

To be precise, the investigation into Wookwang Construction’s slush funds.

Awesome!

Mr. Cheol-gu stopped the jeep on the shoulder of the road and snatched the documents from my hand.

“You didn’t see it. forget. okay?”

This man has no real back stomach.

Are you good or stupid? you really die

Woogwang was a representative chaebol company that grew through collusion between politics and business during the era of military dictatorship.

Mother also said with a serious expression.

“If it’s Wookwang Construction, aren’t they the people who go from house to house to build apartments after pushing shantytowns?”

Mr. Cheol-gu kept his mouth shut and stared straight ahead.

With a long sigh, I only press my temples.

However, at her mother’s next words, she turned around quickly.

“He came to my house the other day and threatened me to move out right away, and that he wouldn’t back down nicely next time.”

“Have they messed up again? Who is injured?”

A sigh came out of my mouth.

‘The forced demolition will begin soon.’

I glanced at the file folder the uncle had retrieved.

It bothered me for nothing that the man who was torturing the man was trying to drive the man behind Taesung Construction.

“mister.”

“It’s an adult problem. The kid doesn’t have to know.”

When Mr. Cheolgu pressed the audio button, a trot from the 70s began to play.

-I came with a dream. I’m here!

Released in 1975, it was a legendary popular song that brought Song Dae-kwon to stardom.

Mr. Cheol-gu started singing along loudly.

“There is nothing wrong with it. If you work hard~♬ I’ll come back on the day when the sun rises~♬”

burrung.

The jeep ran vigorously.

I crossed my arms and looked out the window.

It was a very different street in Seoul from the 2020s.

Instead of high-rise buildings crammed along the main road, small buildings are scattered here and there.

The number of people walking on the road and the number of vehicles coming and going are also significantly different from the past.

‘It’s a big deal. There is no way compensation money will come out even for my house where we live in rented rooms. I knew it when I looked at the bankbook. We don’t even have a good place to move to right now.’

The middle of the forehead crumpled.

‘Either sell my father’s watch, or contact my father’s house for help. I don’t know what the circumstances of adults are, but that doesn’t mean you can’t live on the street in the middle of winter… huh?’

I just saw something with a golden glow in a kiosk near the bus stop.

The light exploded like a firecracker.

“Mister, stop! Sto oh! Stop the car! Quickly!”

Awesome!

Mr. Cheolgu had to make a second stop.

“why? what? why? what’s the matter?”

“I’ll get off in a minute! I’ll be back soon!”

“what? why? Why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

Leaving behind the grown-ups with question marks above their heads.

I jumped out of the jeep and sprinted.

I really wanted to check the unusual golden light I had seen before.

Somehow it felt like it had to be.

‘I found the golden light that exploded like fireworks over there earlier…’

Housing lottery tickets sold at the kiosk near the bus stop!

I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand.

Looking at it again, golden light burst out brilliantly from the lottery.

‘Wow, I have to buy this!’

I unknowingly swallowed my dry saliva.

In my pocket, I have 500 won that Mr. Cheol-gu took care of earlier saying it was a service.

‘Because each lottery ticket costs 100 won.’

I decided to just close my eyes.

“A housing lottery! please give me this!”

Lottery draw day is today.

My heart is already beating fast.

＜ This is service (1) ＞ End