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The gift I gave to my grandfather was a huge success.

Whether it’s from my reaction at the time of the drill or my current situation, that’s for sure.

But sometimes, doing too well isn’t always so good.

What it means is,

“Look everyone! This is a gift from my grandson! Our Gomuyeol went all over the country to give it to me.”

It means that my plan to return as quietly as possible without being noticed by other family members was ruined in an instant.

“This is not an ordinary Go board. For the past 50 years, for a whopping 5.0. years. No one has been able to find it. I even personally examined it. Here, here, here, here, this is the blood of the Korean Young Master. Blood!”

Wednesday, September 30th, the day of Chuseok.

My grandfather held up the Go board I had given him as a gift in a large banquet hall where the owner’s family + collateral branches +@ people had gathered, and spoke in a booming voice.

Unfortunately, due to the seating arrangement, our owner’s family (direct line) was gathered at a table on the second floor of the duplex structure, while the other dozens of collateral line+@ were gathered in the hall on the first floor. My grandfather was standing on the second floor railing holding the Go board so that everyone on the first floor could see him.

Thanks to that, I had to receive a lot of attention.

I couldn’t feel the gaze of the people on the first floor, but the people on the second floor, who could have the greatest influence on me, were staring at me.

A feeling of something rumbling inside.

It feels like the feeling of peeling the skin off a very greasy chicken and eating just the skin.

Ugh… .

“… Dad, stop and sit down. You must all be hungry. Even Moo-yeol’s face is red.”

It was my aunt, Go Min-young, who stopped my grandfather who had been chattering for a long time.

She was sighing, just as I had seen her the day before yesterday, with that elegant yet intimidating look.

“Ah. That’s right. ”

Only then did the grandfather come to his senses and begin to pour out some Chuseok blessings.

This also took almost 10 minutes.

“Hi. This is all work.”

After finishing speaking, the grandfather returned and very carefully handed the Go board over to his secretary and then returned to his seat.

“I’ve been feeling good for the first time in a while, so I’m just talking nonsense hahaha!”

“Are you that happy? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you smile like that, Dad.”

The person who just spoke is Go Ha-young, the mother of Go Ha-yan, and she, as expected, boasts the beauty of a woman in her 20s.

“Then! That’s great! How can I just calm down and stay still when my grandson comes back like this? That doesn’t make sense.”

“The prodigal son who returns is loved more. What can we do but understand?”

And the person I just spoke of is Go Seon-ah, the mother of my other cousin, Go Seon-yul.

You may have guessed it by now… .

The only men here right now are my grandfather and I.

Where are your aunts’ husbands?

It’s on the first floor.

With the collaterals.

That is, this place is now occupied only by direct descendants.

What kind of family is this that discriminates against their sons-in-law, and even their wives and daughters accept it without a problem?

‘It’s so inhumane.’

Even my grandfather’s other wives are all on the first floor.

The same goes for their descendants… .

It can’t be anything other than thorough discrimination.

This is where the problem starts.

As I looked at the faces of the people here, the fragmented memories of this druggist continued. Go Moo-yeol’s father was his grandfather’s only direct son (the son of his now deceased first wife). And Go Moo-yeol was his father’s only child.

That is, Gomuyeol is the only direct son of the only direct son of the Goryeo Group.

But Gomuyeol’s father is dead… .

‘I’m the only male descendant of the Goryeo Group… . Shit. This is just a blatant restraint trigger.’

It’s one thing to give a gift to your grandfather and get too much attention, but this is the biggest problem.

From the perspective of his aunt and older cousins, Gomuyeol had been doing drugs and acting like a bastard, so he was the only male descendant and they didn’t care about him. As Gominji said, they could just lock him up and compete with each other, so it was a very good situation.

But that drug addict nephew suddenly stopped taking his medication and is acting up?

I gave my grandfather a Go board as a gift, and he liked it so much that he kept talking about it.

‘Ah… Just thinking about it makes me break out in a cold sweat.’

Although he won’t do it openly because of his grandfather, there will definitely be some subtle restraint.

And of course, I don’t have the strength to overcome the owner’s family’s restraint right now.

No, I have nothing and I am just about to touch 2 trillion won in stocks, so how can I beat people who have tens to hundreds of trillion won in cash assets? And that is only based on publicly disclosed assets, so the actual assets being managed are probably much more. As the saying goes, it is the tip of the iceberg.

‘Each of them will have their own unique weapons…’

It’s not like I was trying to hold my breath for no reason and then run away to Incheon as soon as the meeting was over.

‘Wow, really, what should I do?’

“Niece.”

“… Yes??”

“Why are you sweating so much? Are you hot?”

While thinking about it, Go Min-young takes out a handkerchief and reaches out.

Swish.

“Ah.”

He wipes my sweat away with a gentle touch, and it feels strangely sincere.

Is it because he is an educated person? His gestures themselves seem to be filled with elegance.

“Huh? Is your grandson hot?!”

“Oh, no. No, Grandpa. I’m fine. Thank you, Aunt.”

“Hey, Chief Cha! Turn down the temperature. It’s hot.”

“Yes, sir.”

No, it’s not hot… .

“It’s not that you’re hot, it’s that you’re nervous. You’re just rolling your eyes cutely.”

“Nervous? Our Moo-yeol isn’t the type of person to do that.”

“It’s been a long time since we’ve met like this. You’re all girls with similar personalities, so you might be nervous. You’re cute.”

Ms. Koh Ha-young and Ms. Koh Seon-ah are smiling brightly and sharing their affection(?) for their niece.

At least that’s what it seemed like on the outside.

It was a completely different atmosphere from the suffocating dinner table atmosphere of the chaebol family that I had vaguely imagined.

Isn’t it time for us to laugh ‘hohoho’ and scratch each other with compliments under the guise of criticism? Have I been watching too many dramas?

“They stare at me so intently that I become like this. Tsk tsk tsk. Like I’m looking at a monkey in a zoo.”

“… Do you know that your father is the worst?”

“Wow. I hear that kind of stuff from my dad.”

“Why are you being so noisy when you’re the one who’s the worst?”

Women who dare not say a word to the chairman of the Korea Group.

“Is it the same for a grandfather to love his grandchildren and for them to love them? Grandchildren and nephews have different weights, that’s what I’m saying. Isn’t that right, Moo-yeol?”

“Oh my? What kind of discriminatory remark is this?”

“You say that knowing that none of us have sons, right?”

“Who was it that gave a little bit of money to a child and kicked him out because he was wandering around? The weight is different, Dad?”

The last words hit the nail on the head, and the chairman of the Goryeo Group flinched and coughed a couple of times.

While he was doing that, he carefully observed my expression… .

“That… . Is there anything you want now? This old man isn’t just saying that. If you receive something, you have to give it back. That’s the mindset of a businessman. If you have the wrong mindset, you won’t be successful.”

“Nephew! Just give me 5 trillion won. This guy has so much money saved up, you can take that much.”

“Yes?”

“Will that do? If you want to pull out one pillar, you have to ask for one week.”

“Will that do? If you want to get it right, you have to ask for Pyongyang.”

“Whatever it is, let’s get the land and make our own kingdom. My nephew likes rice cakes, right? Rice cakes. Let’s make rice cake soup. Hehe.”

“… Are you crazy?”

“Ma! What are they doing now! At the dinner table. Hey, tsk tsk tsk. The vice presidents are always talking like this. Just sit back and pretend to be their daughters.”

“Look at Dad’s dialect coming out. It’s so unsophisticated.”

“What are these guys doing? They just have nothing to say, so they’re just mumbling.”

“It’s noisy, Ancana! Shut up!”

The table was getting noisier.

At first, it definitely started out as a place with the atmosphere of a wealthy family, but soon it took on the feel-good noise that you would find in any other household.

‘… Is it… just a harmonious family?’

To the point where I thought that… .

no,

Doesn’t that make sense?

How can you be harmonious when there’s so much money and power at stake?

Is that possible??

“Is it noisy? Don’t worry about it and eat quickly.”

Go Min-young took care of me amidst the shouts erupting here and there.

The oppressive and overall cold feeling was still there, but there was something warm about it.

“Everyone is so excited because of my nephew.”

“Because of me?”

“Yeah. Isn’t it because you got back up that I’m so energetic?”

Is that… possible?

It doesn’t make any sense to me.

Or is there some other secret that has yet to be revealed between Go Moo-yeol and this family?