"Umm, sure, I will do that."
"If you look at the directory of 63 Building, you will see a restaurant called Shuchiku. It's a Japanese restaurant, and it's on the 58th floor. Let me make a reservation for you. I will make the reservation for this Saturday at 1 pm. Your wedding date is scheduled for March 18th. Why don't you decide on a wedding hall after discussing it with Young-Eun? You don't have much time left. You'd better hurry in preparing for your wedding."
After getting off the phone with Artist Choi, Gun-Ho sent a text message to Young-Eun.
[Ms. Artist Choi will make a reservation with a restaurant—Chuchiku—in 63 Building for the meeting of two families. Please come to the restaurant this Saturday at 1 pm with your father.]
Young-Eun's reply arrived.
[Okay. I will do that.]
Once he received a confirmation from Young-Eun, Gun-Ho made a call to his mother.
"Mom? We will meet with Young-Eun's father this Saturday. It will be at a restaurant in 63 Building."
"This Saturday? That sounds good. I was actually wondering why no one hasn't said anything about the formal meeting between two families."
"If you come to the 58th floor, there is a Japanese restaurant. Come at 1 pm."
"Did you say 58th floor? There is a restaurant there? I didn't know that."
"Yeah, there is one. Come and ride with my sister."
"Okay. Haha."
Gun-Ho then sent a text to his sister.
[Sister, two families will meet this Saturday at the Japanese restaurant—Chuchiku—in 63 Building. The restaurant is on the 58th floor. Take your Sonata with mom and dad. I will give a ride to them on the way back to Incheon City. Thanks, sister.]
Gun-Ho's sister's reply came in a bit later. She was probably busy at work.
[I just got your text. Of course, I will take our parents there this Saturday. Don't worry about it. Congratulations, brother. You are finally getting married.]
It had been a month since Gun-Ho started taking the course at Advanced Center for Administrative Development. One day, the students wanted to have dinner together.
The course was a one-year non-degree course that required attendance only twice per week. So, many of the students were there to make a connection or socialize rather than learning something.
"Hey, Mr. Class Manager, why don't you collect 100,000 won from each of us for dinner today?"
The class president person just assigned a work to Gun-Ho, and Gun-Ho mumbled to himself.
'Sh*t. I shouldn't have accepted this position. I'm the owner-president who gives orders to others in my companies. Here, I get the order from someone.'
After taking the list of students from TA, Gun-Ho walked around the class to collect 100,000 won from each student. The students in that class seemed to have no problem giving 100,000 won. Most of them produced two 50,000 won to Gun-Ho. A minister made a joke when Gun-Ho asked him to give the contribution for dinner.
"Mr. Minister, 100,000 won please."
"Do you take a credit card payment?"
Even though some people asked for an alternative payment method other than cash, they all had cash in their wallets. Gun-Ho went to a general who was in his 50s. He was the serious type.
"Mr. General, 100,000 won please."
"What? 100,000 won? Isn't it too expensive for dinner?"
"I think the restaurant that we are going to is a famous one."
A minister suggested.
"Mr. Class Manager, why don't you pick a restaurant and make a reservation for us?"
"Umm, I don't know any restaurant in this area."
Gun-Ho walked to a student who had a wealthy father-in-law who had a conglomerate. That person was currently a minister in the government, so Gun-Ho just called him 'Mr. Minister.'
"Mr. Minister, do you, by any chance, know of any nice restaurant around this area?"
"Well, I don't know. I know several decent restaurants in Gangnam District, but not this area. Why don't you try the professors?"
Gun-Ho went to the office for professors, and a professor recommended a sushi restaurant around the Gwanak District's government office with the restaurant phone number.
"But this restaurant is very pricey."
"We have lots of ministers in class. I don't think they would care about the price."
"Well, you never know. Usually, ministers are frugal. A businessman like you, President Goo, spends money without thinking much."
"Why don't you join us for dinner, Professor?"
"Sure, I will."
Gun-Ho made a reservation with the restaurant that the professor recommended. He also checked the location of the parking.
Gun-Ho went back to the class.
"We are going to Namhae Sushi Restaurant across the street from the Gwanak District's government office. It's on the second floor. You can park your car behind the Green Motel. There is a large parking lot there."
Someone reminded Gun-Ho of something.
"Mr. Class Manager, you will need to check the number of chauffeurs as well."
Gun-Ho yelled to the class, "Please raise your hand if you came with a chauffeur today."
There were twelve people with a chauffeur.
"I will reserve a hall for the chauffeurs."
"Our class manager is very good."
Gun-Ho was thinking that his life was about to become tiring.
Chapter end
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