"Okay, I will do that."
"Keep up the good work. I will talk to you later then."
"Hey, will you come over here this evening for dinner? Jong-Suk will be here around 6 pm. He said he would bring some Jokbal*."
"Oh, really? It sounds delicious. I will come by on the way up to my home in Seoul."
In that evening, Gun-Ho went to GH Logistics in Seonghwan Town.
A blue canopy was placed in the front yard, and a lot of wrapping storage containers were piled up on one side of the yard. Inside the office, there was a reception desk just like the one in a bank or a post office. Terms and conditions of transportation were hanging on the wall. There was a banner hanging in the center of the office. It said,
'Speed, Smile, Service. Be proactive with 3 S.'
Gun-Ho smiled while reading the banner.
There was no one at the reception desk. The worker probably already left for the day. Lots of bills of lading were piled up on the desk. The company looked like it was in good business.
"Hey, you are here."
Jae-Sik was looking at a computer monitor when Gun-Ho entered the office. Jong-Suk seemed to be not there yet.
"Where is Jong-Suk?"
"He just called saying he is almost here."
At that moment, Gun-ho heard the sound of a car engine. It was probably Jong-Suk.
"Huh? Gun-Ho bro! I didn't know you were coming here too."
"I came here because Jae-Sik told me that you would bring some Jokbal*. How come you have empty hands?"
"Man, who would carry around Jokbal* these days? I asked the restaurant to deliver them to this address. They are on their way here. I guess I will order more of them since you and Chan-Ho bro are joining us for dinner."
Jong-Suk Park made a call to the restaurant to order more Jokbal*.
"Hi, I'm calling from GH Logistics. That's right. It's the location where there used to be an auto repair shop. If you haven't left to deliver Jokbal that I ordered earlier, I'd like to add one large plate."
"Don't we need soju?"
"I have five bottles of soju in my car."
"I guess you are carrying around your soju in your car all the time."
"I bought them from a supermarket on the way here."
Jong-Suk covered the table with a newspaper like it was a tablecloth.
"And you carry around a newspaper in your car too, huh?"
"No, I picked it up on the way here. I thought we would need it."
"I'm sure these newspapers were not meant to be used for this purpose. Their publisher will have a lot to say to you if they see this."
It seemed someone arrived on a motorbike. It was probably the delivery man from the restaurant. He placed one large plate of Jokbal* and one medium plate of it on the table. He also brought a large bottle of coke for free of charge."
Jong-Suk quickly paid for them when Gun-Ho pulled out his wallet to pay.
"Jong-Suk, you are a salaryman. You should let me, the business owner, pay for it."
"Sir, this dinner is on me. Just don't forget that I treat you. Oh, I will ask Chan-Ho to come inside."
Jong-Suk went outside and called for Chan-Ho Eum.
Four men including Chan-Ho Eum sat on a table.
Jong-Suk was very fast in setting the table. Four bottles of soju were already open, and paper cups were all in place. He quickly opened the package of Jokbal* before filling up the paper cups with soju.
"Gun-Ho bro, drink it as much as you want since Chan-Ho will drive for you. Before Chan-Ho started working for you and when you had to drive your Land Rover yourself, you could barely drink. Remember those days?"
"Still, let me have a little of soju."
"Chan-Ho, you shouldn't drink tonight, okay? Let me fill up your cup with coke instead."
Jong-Suk handed a cup of coke to Chan-Ho. Chan-Ho took it with two hands.
"Thank you, little brother."
"Continue your good service for the big brother. He is really a good man."
"I know that. Don't worry about it."
Note*
Jokbal – Korean dish made of pig's trotters with soy sauce.
Chapter end
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