"Ugh!"
It's the same dream again.
I repeat what happened exactly three months ago with my dreams every night.
I have to wake up thinking vividly about the moment of death that I was afraid of every day.
It's not a consultation, it's not what this is like....
I just hope that this dream will not be repeated for the rest of my life.
Before 6:10.
Before the alarm set at 6 o'clock went off, I turned off the switch and raised my upper body.
I got out of bed and took off my pajamas. I went into the bathroom in my bedroom and quickly finished the shower.
I changed into my school uniform and left the bedroom. The brother-in-law in the bedroom across the street hasn't shown any signs of getting up yet.
When I came down to the living room after about thirty stairs, it was full of the smell of cool bean sprout soup.
In the kitchen, a working lady was diligently preparing breakfast.
Bean sprout soup doesn't fall from the breakfast menu. It's because my father drinks every day.
As I opened the front door, the blue grass sparkled as it sucked in the early summer sunshine.
I picked up three copies of newspapers off the garden and quietly returned to the bedroom on this floor.
I slowly read one economic paper and two comprehensive daily newspapers.
On the newspaper side, there was a large curtain in a demo photo of tear gas and molotov cocktails.
June 26, 1987.
The demo will continue today as well. Until the 29th, when the President of the Fifth Republic declares surrender.
I read all the advertisements and folded the newspaper.
"Dojun."
Feeling popular, the working lady tapped on my door with milk and a cup of coffee on the tray.
My name that I've been listening to for three months.
Jin Do-jun.
I'm not used to it yet
"You don't have to bring it. You can go down and eat..."
"Eig, it's not because of milk. I also brought coffee. If you see your parents, you'll make a fuss, so drink it quickly."
"Thank you. Madam."
The lady started to look at me sipping coffee with a proud look.
The lady likes the day when she suddenly changed.
A ten-year-old kid with no teeth.
The youngest of a rich family who is often polite to adults who often do housework at the table has changed 180 degrees.
I always say respect to adults and always say thank you to them. Instead of complaining about side dishes, he does a bowl as much as he gives him, cleans the room himself, and helps clean the house from time to time.
How can a ten-year-old kid's dignity look pretty?
"By the way, you know it's the president's birthday today, right? I'll have dinner at the president's house, so I know that."
"Yes. I remember."
The lady stroked my head once, holding an empty coffee cup and a glass of milk. Take the folded newspaper.
it's finally today
After becoming a 10-year-old child named Jin Do-jun, I met Jin Yang-cheol, the founder of Sunyang Group, just three months after becoming a 10-year-old child.
I've never met him in my previous life, but today I ate at a table as the youngest grandson, not an employee, who left a lot of legends.
A 66-year-old grandfather and a 10-year-old grandson.
What does it mean to be reincarnated as the youngest 10-year-old grandson of a family who died with a bullet in the head and ordered me to die on a secluded beach in Moldova?
Did God give me a chance to get revenge?
Or does it mean to forgive because it's a family with the same blood?
***
It was a strangely quiet breakfast table.
My 12-year-old brother, Jin Sang-joon, who was constantly good at it, didn't even say anything, but just pushed the rice in.
My father, who was less drunk, also only ate the soup of bean sprout soup little by little.
and....
oh ! mother .
My beautiful mother!
My mother who was much more beautiful than the beautiful woman who was the secretary of the vice president!
Coincidentally, my mother, who is the same age as Romeo and Juliet star Olivia Hace, was called Korea's Olivia Hace and was a star who appeared like a comet.
In the early 1970s, she broke off the start of the era of a troika actress, becoming a star with just one film, but accepting the fervent courtship of a man who was her fan, she got into the marriage and hid herself from the screen.
The man who is the main character of this luck was my father and Jin Yoon-gi, the 5th son of Jin Yang-cheol, the founder of Sunyang Group.
The two were the marriage protagonists of the century.
At this time, Sunyang Group was in the process of starting to expand its affiliates and as it was in the beginning of setting the foundation for the group, especially when it was starting to catch up with Japan in earnest with the launch of Sunyang Electronics.
Although she was a star with outstanding beauty, she is an ordinary woman in a family who is not just an advertising model or more in the eyes of the Sunyang Group.
It's perfect to play with him a few times, but it's a pity to bring him into the house. The advertising model should be taken to the hotel, not the house.
Of course, Chairman Jin Yang-cheol was angry like fire and ran away because he took it out of the genealogy, but he couldn't help it because of the seeds of life in his stomach.
So far, this is what I have grasped through past media articles. Because I should have figured out the president's family one after another for work.
And I know something from my experience.
These families were thoroughly excluded from the house.
I've never spared time because of these family's work. At the group level, they were not managed.
I just lay down as if I were dead.
This is what I thought of these couples as great.
When the eldest son succeeded to the position after the founder's death after the founder's father's death, he inherited a stake as much as a rat's tail to my youngest brother, my father.
While the other brothers fought like dogs in a poop field to take even a little more stake in the Sunyang Group, these couples fell far from the fight and saved their own lives.
Of course, it's the best chaebol in Korea, so even if it's a rat's tail, it's possible because it's a huge amount of money that ordinary people can't imagine.
But one thing is for sure, this couple is not very greedy.
"Dojun."
" yes ?"
"Why are you so surprised?"
I'm still in my mid thirties beauty is still
It's still embarrassing to see such a beautiful face up close. When will I get used to it?
"Oh, no."
"Foot. This, my Dojun is so mature that my mom will be more surprised."
Three months ago, when I woke up from death — I haven't found a better expression yet — and I was so surprised that I would die again when I found out that I was the youngest grandson of the founder of the Sunyang Group, it was not enough to return to the past 30 years ago.
As time passed, it was impossible to get used to it, but it was not easy to reveal the friendliness to just two biological parents.
My father is now thirty-eight.
He is two years younger than I was in my previous life.
It was hard to call me dad and mom, but now I can call them father and mother.
This is a son who suddenly changed.
A ten-year-old son with awkward titles and respectful words would be amazed.
"I'm not going!"
Suddenly, I put down my spoon and my brother's mouth came out.
"It's real. I'm not going!"
I had a rough guess when I thought about why he had heartache again.
My parents' facial expressions hardened, but I couldn't scold them.
Dude, grandpa must be scared.
Well.... This is the reason why a son who has to marry another chaebol reluctantly allowed him when he said he would marry an actress.
How can you look at it with fine eyes?
I understand that feeling, but I couldn't see with my beautiful eyes that the manners of the table head were like this.
I'm not his parent, nor am I the same age who can understand his feelings.
And the biggest reason to fix this guy's habit is that the founder's grandfather shouldn't even despise me because of him.
"Sangjun. Dad, I promise. I'll just eat and come back soon. Is that okay?"
The father said soft words, and the mother soothed her eldest son with a sorry look on her face, but this little one whined for a while longer.
If it wasn't time to go to school, I would have been bombed first.
you motherfucker I'll see you after school.
In the back seat of the luxury sedan of Daewoo Motor, driven by the driver, my intible brother didn't say a word and sat somly.
The national school where my brother went to is now an elementary school, but it was a prestigious private school full of so-called wealthy people, chaebols like the Sunyang group, high-ranking officials called famous dignitaries, and lawyers.
Future presidents, presidents, future lawmakers, and ministers are alumni and alumni. I was as sociable as possible, thinking that the future could change depending on how deep my acquaintance with them is.
At this time, children who commuted to school on their own instead of a school bus deliberately walked down far from the school gate, and the rituals of 'don't be condescending' and 'don't jump' were shared among teachers and students.
But even the little ones in this school will soon realize.
That they are blessed beings who can inherit money and power from birth. From the moment you realize that fact, you will try to reign over others.
unlucky bastards
Anyway, I just waited for school to be over today.
It's because I was very curious about the young and childhood of the founders of Sunyang Group and the guys I served.
When I came home after the school was broken, I faced the guy who had to fix my hair.
"Hey! Who told you to come in as you want? Get out!"
Three large game consoles that can only be seen in the arcade occupied one side of the room, and on the bed was Nintendo's Famicom, a legend of a small game console.
The grumbling brother shouted without looking back, pressing the button hard in front of the arcade game console.
you son of a bitch
that's good The opportunity is perfect.
I walked behind him without saying a word.
He rolled around on the floor as he kicked the chair he was sitting on.
"Hey! You...!"
"Shut up, you bastard!."
When I stepped on his name once, I couldn't even keep my mouth shut.
I grabbed my brother's hair and dragged him into the bathroom.
***
"Dojun! What's wrong with your hands?"
My mother, who was shocked to see my swollen hands, made a fuss.
I applied ice packs and cream and even had tears in my eyes.
"It's okay. I made a mistake while turning on the shower.... The hot water splashed a little."
"Is this going to bounce? Ugh, what if you're burned?"
In the end, I felt relieved only after I rushed to my doctor and was diagnosed that it was not a big deal.
If there's no problem with my hands, it means that my brother Sang-joon, who looks at me with a scared expression, didn't get burned either.
Well, I scared my dressed body with a hot shower, so it will be much milder than me. Even if it's a sauna, it's the temperature of hot water....
But it would have been a horror for a well-grown twelve-year-old.
No one would have ever taken such a careless situation for himself, and he was not mentally ill-in-recognized enough to endure physical violence.
Of course, twice or three times, the medicine gets weaker and worse, but it's about subduing a child. Isn't it easy to eat?
The commotion passed and my family headed to my grandfather's house.
"Honey, do you want to drive by yourself?"
The mother spoke to her father, who opened the driver's door.
"Yeah, I won't drink, so don't worry. Did you see me drinking in Pyeongchang-dong?"
Pyeongchang-dong.
This is the place where I go in and out more often than my parents' house.
The house occupied by the founder Jin Yang-cheol and the eldest son, Chairman Jin Young-gi.
It's also the place where I picked weeds, which was my first job after joining the company.
He was a really insignificant man back then, but now he's the owner's blood.
It's like going back to my hometown after being self-made.
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