A Chairman Who Has No Regrets - Chapter 183



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The Chairman Who Has No Regrets Episode 183 – In America (4)

He started wearing well-tailored suits.

A suit handmade by Gyu-il’s mother, who has a thick dialect. The mother said she got it cheap, but the material was definitely not bad, as it felt good on the body.

As I buttoned up the sleeves of my shirt, I looked in the mirror, thinking that I would have normally used the cuffs, but now I was using buttons.

The whole process of putting on a suit was very familiar, but when I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt awkward.

It seems like he’s still at an age where a school uniform suits him better than a suit.

“Should I have just worn casual clothes?”

I tried talking to myself to shake off the awkwardness.

My whole life, suits were like a uniform to me. In America, where white supremacy is rampant, clothing is more important than you might think, so whenever I went into battle, I would wear a suit that was sleek and flowing.

The importance of this cannot be overemphasized, as she even managed her weight through diet to achieve the so-called suit-pal.

“Jabs, that guy really hated suits.”

Great manager.

Stephen Jabbs, who was famous among the upper class for creating many anecdotes.

He also became more famous for wearing casual clothes rather than formal attire. He also showed up at parties wearing expensive tuxedos.

Maybe it’s because I’m wearing a combat uniform.

My confidence soared.

I have never worn this combat uniform. Anyone who knows how great it is to always run to the top in the capital market and achieve successive victories will know.

Ding!

The elevator doors open.

The empty elevator with no one in it began to descend.

I checked my reflection in the elevator mirror once again.

Just imagining this life as a series of even more victories, an overwhelming series of victories, makes me smile.

Ding.

As I came out to the elevator’s alarm that seemed to signal the start, Manager Kim Kang-min and a woman in a two-piece suit bowed their heads to greet me.

“Are you out?”

“Nice to meet you. I am Manager Choi Min-a.”

Kim Kang-min added, confirming my wink.

“I think it would be convenient if you thought of me as a secretary who will accompany you on the protocol.”

I nodded.

By the way, Mr. Choi.

At first glance, it seemed like someone I knew.

“Has it been around since the original Imperial Group days?”

In response to my question, Choi Min-ah smiled gently and said.

“No. I joined the company after being absorbed through a preliminary election.”

“aha.”

Already the manager.

There’s a New York resident there.

I don’t think Pfeiffer is showing such great sales.

“Let’s go.”

It didn’t matter to me who Choi Min-ah was. It didn’t matter whether Choi Tae-woong wanted to know my information or not.

“Yes, I will.”

Choi Min-a, who greeted me politely, stood next to me, and Kim Kang-min walked ahead, guiding me to the vehicle waiting outside the hotel.

As soon as I got into the car, I accepted the documents that Choi Min-ah handed me.

“Here’s the information on the people we’ll be meeting with today.”

As I slowly flipped through the documents, their academic backgrounds, connections, and by no means impressive qualifications were listed in a row.

What I wanted was to focus on solving tax issues neatly and not revealing my existence. The process of establishing a corporation was not that difficult.

“okay.”

Sharak, Sharak.

There weren’t any people I particularly recognized. They were just people who were somehow making a living somewhere.

In this regard, I was able to realize that Korea is still developing. Korea is still lacking in many ways to compete with the US market. Of course, I was also quite surprised by Korea’s remarkable growth throughout my life, until I died.

“When is your return flight?”

Kim Kang-min, who was driving, answered my question sharply.

“10 days later, at 3 p.m.”

“That’s generous. I’ll just think of it as an estimate for today.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Anyway, there was still some time left until the right time. The first thing to do was to establish a corporation and make a proposal to the flower of the capital market, the stock market.

The process of getting that proposal accepted and underway would take just ten days, which would be woefully inadequate.

So, what I have to do within 10 days is to spearhead the establishment of the corporation and find a good hunting dog to act as its agent.

A few memories of my past, my past life, flash through my mind. What are they doing now?

Squeak.

The car came to a smooth stop.

It may be because the road conditions were much more comfortable than in Korea and he was driving a more luxurious car, but perhaps because Kim Kang-min seemed to have a lot of experience with protocol, his driving was also quite good.

“We have arrived.”

As I nodded, Kim Kang-min, who had quickly gotten out of the car, ran to open the door for me. I opened the door before he could and got out of the car.

“It’s okay. Efficiency is important.”

“Ah… yes.”

Kim Kang-min is frozen, as if he is nervous about something.

He’ll soon figure out this kind of useless formality that doesn’t suit me, because he seems to be quite perceptive.

Perhaps because he had heard that efficiency was important, Kim Kang-min quickly guided me to the meeting room. The rest of the work was being handled by Choi Min-ah and Kim Kang-min, who were running around like crazy.

As expected, he is a quick-witted person.

“If I hear what you want, there is an information issue along with the tax benefits?”

I nodded to the words of the white man who had his hair neatly turned over with pompadour.

“That’s correct.”

“Then, since each state has different tax laws, you will need to find the appropriate state, and there will be additional costs incurred in terms of information.”

“It’s not that big of a secret, so why bother?”

It’s funny that I’m hiding it now when Choi Min-ah and Kim Kang-min are already right next to me. I just hope that my name won’t be mentioned in Korea.

There’s no harm in being careful.

More precisely.

I didn’t want the aftermath to spread to my family. I still don’t have the strength to completely protect them. Korea is still a place where barbarism lives.

While I was thinking for a moment, the white man’s eyes quickly scanned me up and down, like a hyena stalking its prey.

“How much do you think it will cost?”

“The person who is selecting should be the one who gives the estimate, right?”

“Haha, that’s right. You look young, but you’re amazing. You’re already an investment corporation.”

It may sound like a compliment, but he will think I come from a wealthy family. That’s why he’s trying to show off. He’ll want to take advantage of me and take advantage of me, a fool who doesn’t know style.

“Manager Kim Kang-min.”

“Yes, go ahead.”

“Give me your business card and let’s end the meeting.”

“yes.”

Kim Kang-min handed me his business card, and I said.

“Please get a quote and contact me.”

“Oh, yes.”

I wasn’t feeling too good about the three consecutive meetings that weren’t much different from the first one.

The three tax and accounting companies that Kim Kang-min prepared were not very good. I thought they were just like lynxes. It was so obvious. I couldn’t help but chuckle as memories of my time in the US flashed through my mind.

“Do you have any good ideas?”

He shrugged his shoulders at Choi Min-ah’s question.

“It’s just interesting because it reminds me of things I had forgotten.”

Choi Min-ah sits next to me and tilts her head as if she doesn’t understand the meaning.

I wonder if the old soldiers who went to the battlefield after a long time are as happy as I am.

“Do you have any plans for the next time?”

Maybe it was because my reaction was bright after meeting three unpleasant companies. Kim Kang-min even smiled and said,

“Yes, are you not ready to go to the market yet?”

I looked up at my watch and saw that it was already well past lunchtime. The last accountant looked drowsy, so I wondered if it was not because he had no money but because he had skipped lunch.

“Where is a good restaurant…”

Thinking about the restaurant, I thought of the hot dogs I used to eat a lot in my previous life when I had no money. If I remember correctly, that hot dog place is still in business.

“Over there over at Central Park, there’s a food truck called Big Daddy’s. How about some hot dogs?”

At my words, Choi Min-ah opened her eyes wide and asked.

“Oh, sir, isn’t this your first time in New York?”

“Oh, well. I heard about it over there.”

Kim Kang-min answered while looking ahead.

“Yes, I know that truck. Should I take it?”

“Okay.”

Unlike Kim Kang-min, Choi Min-ah looks a little daunted. She must have thought I was going to eat something good. After all, it’s a formality, so we can all be at the same table. Or, if I’m right, she’s the type to indulge in extravagances that don’t match her station.

Jiiing.

In the car heading to Central Park.

I rolled down the car window and looked outside to see the scenery in a little more vivid colors.

Green, lush plant leaves.

People walking leisurely, people running in sportswear, and people moving busily around them, dressed in suits and carrying briefcases.

Different races.

New York, where various people breathe.

I too, lived like that person running with that briefcase.

When I was young.

When I was young.

It’s harder now than it was then.

Why do I see this first?

Squeak.

Until the moment the vehicle stops.

It came as a fresh feeling to me.

The New York I knew was a New York 10 years later than it is now. Maybe that’s why it must have been hard to park and the traffic must have been terrible back then, but it definitely seems like the old days are now.

Parking in Central Park is so convenient.

“Is that the truck?”

As I followed Kim Kang-min’s fingers, I saw the truck I knew for sure.

The words BIG DADDY were written in shabby purple spray paint on a shiny silver truck.

The only thing different from what I knew in my previous life was that the purple spray-painted letters were now very dark, whereas originally they had peeled off in patches and were blurry.

I walked briskly toward the truck, feeling the irony that the traces of time had rather come back to the past and were gone.

Heart pounding.

My heart is pounding for the first time in a long time.

Back then, I used to get through the day on just this one hot dog. The brief moment of relief that a 75-cent hot dog gave me.

“Hey, Cody. Give me the special.”

The owner of the food truck, who was busy taking my order, tilted his head as he looked at me.

“Were you a regular?”

Cody, who had been a pot-bellied man decades ago, now looked like a young man.

“If you order the special, you’re a regular. Then who would be a regular?”

He smiled at my words, revealing his unchanging white teeth.

He said this after seeing Kim Kang-min and Choi Min-ah following behind him.

“Those two are the same?”

“Are you asking the obvious? I want a Coke with lots of ice for my drink.”

“What about potatoes?”

“That’s fine.”

“What a strange Japanese person.”

“That fucking African.”

At my words, the people waiting for hot dogs around me, as well as Kim Kang-min and Choi Min-ah, made bewildered expressions.

Cody also had a blank expression on his face, probably not expecting to hear racist remarks straight on.

“why?”

“Hey, Japanese. Where did you hear someone say something like that and get shot?”

“I’m Korean, you fucking African.”

“Ah- somehow, I made a mistake, I’m sorry?”

“Then give me some cola for free.”

Cody frowns and looks at what I’m wearing.

“Isn’t it true that those who have more do more?”

“Let’s order another hot dog instead.”

“Still, the loss is the same.”

I looked at Kim Kang-min with a smirk.

“Here, I’ll add one more regular.”

“That Korean? That person is Korean, right?”

“Oh, that’s right. This person will be buying these hot dogs a lot from now on.”

Cody asks Kim Kang-min as if he finds it ridiculous.

“Hey, are you coming here often from now on?”

“Uh uh… yes, yes.”

“This is so f*cking weird, I feel like I’m being scammed.”

“I promise you, if you don’t eat Big Daddy Hot Dogs, what else is there to eat in New York?”

Cody chuckles at my words and pours a generous amount of Thousand Island sauce on my hot dog.

“You put butter on your tongue.”

“But don’t forget to put butter on my bread.”

“Phew, okay.”

I suddenly offered the hotdog that came out first to Kim Kang-min.

“Oh, yes. Thank you.”

And I was sure he would frequent this hot dog truck.

The greed that filled his eyes.

Those eyes that are waiting for an opportunity.

Because it resembles my previous life.