You Promised Me, Mr. Lee San-ha - Chapter 94



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Episode 94 All that remains are photographs (4)

The furious rage began right away.

Booooooooooo-!

The Sonati carrying four people is pushing forward along the Gangbyeonbuk-ro with all its might.

Maeng So-hyeon said, holding the seat belt tightly with both hands.

“No, why are you driving so fast?! You’re breaking the speed limit!”

But it seems like Bae Sang-deok, who has already lost his mind, cannot hear it.

“Let’s go! Full speed ahead!”

Should I go in search of the golden scent?

His rampage continues, fueled by madness.

At that time, Bae Sang-deok made a hands-free call to someone.

[Hello―.]

“Hey! Mr. Kim! You said you needed a model?! Just wait. I’ll be there right now with the most beautiful model in the province!”

The person on the other end of the line, flustered by the sudden phone call, stammers and asks again.

[Huh? No, Mr. Bae, what are you talking about? Speak so I can understand.]

“Why, it was a few days ago! When we were cutting steaks! The company needed a model, but I didn’t know where to get one, and I didn’t know much about that kind of thing! I remember how you were so worried, so why are you talking nonsense now?! Have you already found a model?!”

[No, when did I become a model… … Ahh!]

After a while, the other person answered with a big laugh.

[Hahahaha! Hey, you! When did I say I was a model? I mean, a modem! I don’t know much about the internet, so I’m replacing it―.]

“What the?! You fucking scammer! Hang up!”

Bae Sang-deok just hung up the phone.

… … Why are you suddenly swearing when you heard it wrong?

He immediately called another contact.

“Hello! Mr. Lee! Are you sure about Mr. Lee!? Didn’t you say you needed a model before?”

[Huh? What’s wrong with you, President Bae, all of a sudden? It’s your day off, but you’re not resting?]

“The lunchbox your wife packed for you when we went hiking the other day was also broken! Anyway, you said you needed a model, right?!”

[That is necessary, but why do I need to include the content I mentioned above… … .]

Squeak- squeak!

Changing lanes abruptly, Bae Sang-deok drove his car up the intersection.

“That’s it! Where is this CEO now? I’m taking the model with me. I have the authority to go anywhere in the country!”

[It’s a house, but how did you get a model? You didn’t do anything illegal, did you…?]

“Stop talking nonsense and give me your home address! Now! I’ll come see you right now!”

[Address? Ulsan Metropolitan City… … .]

The expressions of everyone in the car darken at the mention of the name Ulsan.

It’s too far.

And on top of that, you’re driving so recklessly and driving that long distance?

‘Should I fulfill another promise right now?’

While I was seriously contemplating, the CEO on the other end of the call continued speaking.

[But how did you get the real model? A Komodo dragon?]

… … ?

I doubted my ears.

Bae Sang-deok also doubts his own connections.

“Ko, Kodomo, what are you talking about? What are you talking about?!”

[No~ Our company is a reptile wholesale store! I said I needed a Komodo dragon model, but there was no way to get one in Korea and the zoo wouldn’t cooperate either―.]

“What the?! You fucking scammer! Hang up!”

The call screen goes dark.

widely.

… … No, I’m saying no one was scammed.

But Bae Sang-deok showed no signs of stopping.

Just like this Sonati racing across the World Cup Bridge.

Soon the next call is connected.

[Hello―.]

“Mr. Shin! Do you need a model?! We have a pretty female model in her early 20s! Hurry up and hire her as an exclusive model!”

[Huh? Mr. Bae, I appreciate you suddenly recommending me, but… … You know that our company sells men’s underwear, right?]

“I know! But you can still use a female model, right?!”

[No, no, usually it doesn’t work. No, not usually, absolutely not. Yeah. That’s not possible.]

“What the?! This fucking X-scammer!”

This time I didn’t hang up right away.

Bae Sang-deok added a word.

“… … And you sexist bastard! Hang up!”

widely!

He kept telling me to hang up, but he hung up first.

The next call was connected immediately.

[Hello―.]

“Mr. Hong! Didn’t you say you needed a model?! I know! You fucking scammer! Hang up!”

What on earth was that call just now?

Now, do you just want to swear anywhere?

I sighed.

Besides, how many CEOs does Bae Sang-deok know?

I think at this point, I probably know everyone who does business in Seoul.

‘It’s all just a one-point difference, but that’s all.’

But if you keep trying, you might end up with something that works.

As long as you don’t leave Seoul, you can travel around as much as you want.

Maybe the car will run out of gas before the ‘list of presidents’ in Bae Sang-deok’s contact list runs out.

Boooooooo-

Every time you turn the phone, the car steering wheel turns too.

The appearance of making a phone call while moving in the direction of the person you are calling.

Bae Sang-deok shouted after seeing the flashing warning lights.

“Oil… …? Ah! There! Full speed ahead!”

Vehicles that were crossing every bridge in Seoul like a thread eventually head towards Mapo Bridge.

The view outside the window with the sunset.

The orange scattering reflected on the Han River is dazzling.

Han Da-hee’s expression reflected in the sparkling sunset looked sad.

“I think it’s time to stop now. You’ve done enough research… … .”

She seemed like she wanted to give up at this point.

Because she is so exhausted, repeated failures may be eating away at her.

but.

‘But what can I do? I have no intention of giving up.’

The authority to ‘fulfill promises made to others’ lies with me.

So I had to check it myself.

At that very moment.

[Hello~ What’s going on all of a sudden, Mr. Bae?]

Bae Sang-deok’s phone was connected to someone.

An old man’s voice came from the other end of the receiver.

“Ah! Chairman! I hope you’ve been well~.”

He’s the chairman.

It seems he has contacted the head of another club.

[I’m doing well. Thanks to President Bae, I feel very at ease. I need to make time to have a drink with President Bae again sometime… ]

“That’s great! I’ll go to where the chairman is!”

[Uh, yeah? Right now?]

A storm of rhetoric.

The opposing president also looked obviously flustered.

“Yes, right now! We’re already passing Mapo Bridge, so we’ll be there in 5 minutes. Are you at work now?”

[That’s true, but what kind of case is this? You guy! At least in advance―.]

“That’s why I told you five minutes in advance! I’ll come and meet you with the model!”

[Model? What model do you mean? Our company―.]

Stop.

Bae Sang-deok, who had unilaterally hung up the phone, began to step on the accelerator more forcefully.

Booooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

The Fast & Furious, which was scheduled to last 5 minutes, ended in just 2 minutes.

Kkeeeeek!

He drifted into the parking lot and tumbled out before the car even came to a complete stop.

“Hey, what are you guys doing?! Aren’t you going to get off quickly?!”

Everything has changed so quickly that I don’t even know which building I’m in.

First, follow Bae Sang-deok into the elevator.

Han Da-hee asked in a cautious voice.

“Excuse me, but is it really okay to barge in like this? The other person seems very flustered―”

“This time, I can’t give up! Chairman Chun is the only one who can keep my promise!”

He got on the elevator, pressed the top floor button without warning, and then repeatedly pressed the close button.

‘Huh? But why the top floor… … No way?!’

I asked in a voice full of surprise, having thought that far.

“Is the person called Chairman Cheon Young-gil, the Chairman of X-Oil?!”

“then.”

“… … .”

Just how far does this human network extend?

The high-speed elevator was already indicating the 48th floor, the top floor.

Ding!

As the elevator door opens, what appear to be secretaries are seen standing there with puzzled expressions.

“Who are you? Do you have a reservation?”

Bae Sang-deok didn’t even glance at the chairman’s secretaries.

And then he went straight through the door of the chairman’s office and showed himself in front of Chairman Cheon Yeong-gil.

Chairman Cheon Young-gil, who was in the chairman’s office, shouted in embarrassment.

“Oh, what if this guy actually comes looking for me?! What the heck is this nonsense!”

“You promised!”

Bae Sang-deok frowned with his eyes wide open.

Even I, who has seen various cases of broken promises, find this madness creepy.

Chairman Cheon Yeong-gil also looked very surprised.

“Wh, what promise? Why is this guy like this today? No, more than that, who are you all?!”

Bae Sang-deok moved forward, his teeth grinding.

“When we were playing golf, I picked up the Chairman’s ball from the bunker and he said, ‘I owe you a lot. From now on, I have to do whatever our CEO asks me to do. Hehehehe.’”

“Have you ever had something like that? No, but that was just empty talk―”

“Whether it’s empty words or not! I decided to help you aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Bae Sang-deok suddenly began to cry and tear the clothes he was wearing.

A rampage that surpasses madness.

‘I feel like I’ve seen this somewhere… … .’

It came to mind.

One day, when the juniors who had promised to turn in their group projects on time ended up not keeping their promise, those friends went crazy, tearing their clothes and crying.

Exactly like that.

“Why are you changing your words now?! Do it. Do it! Gyaaaah! Keep your promise with Sangdeok!”

“Hey, is this guy crazy? Secretary! Secretary! Call security!”

“Don’t call me! Don’t call me, shit, I’m so horny I’m seriously… … Gyaaaaaaah!”

Bae Sang-deok, who had been rolling around on the floor, suddenly stands up again.

He started looking around with bloodshot eyes and then suddenly ran towards the wall.

On the wall was a miniature diorama depicting the refining process of X-Oil.

The miniature factories each had glass tubes connected to each other, and the oil flowing through them was actually refined oil from X-Oil.

Bae Sang-deok hits his head against the glass case.

Kwachang!

Everyone except Bae Sang-deok is shocked at the same time.

“Whoa!”

“Whoa?! Are you crazy?!”

“What the hell is that crazy guy doing?!”

Bae Sang-deok, covered in oil all over his body, turns around.

His lips quiver as if he just took the chicken out of a bucket.

“You will keep your promise, right?”

Chairman Cheon Yeong-gil looked at him with an expression filled with fear and answered.

“No, I mean, what on earth are you trying to ask me to do? Huh? Calm down and talk… .”

A Zippo lighter is taken out of Bae Sang-deok’s arms.

“Yes? Or… … No?”

The pungent smell of oil spreads through the room filled with silence.

Chairman Cheon Yeong-gil now looked almost on the verge of tears.

“Okay, I get it. I didn’t mean to refuse―”

“Handahee over there, please hire me as an exclusive model for X Oil.”

Everyone’s gaze moves to follow Bae Sang-deok’s scolding.

Jitter jitter jitter jitter-

Han Da-hee shook her head fiercely as if this situation had nothing to do with her.

But her denial meant nothing.

Because Bae Sang-deok has once again let go of his guard.

“Yes? Or No?”

Gulp.

Chairman Cheon Yeong-gil swallowed dry saliva and answered.

“Oh, I see. First, I’ll ask the PR team―”

Ting!

The cap of the Zippo lighter opens.

Cheon Yeong-gil, who had become lost in thought, shouted urgently.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Just hire me right away! What, what was your name? Han So-hee?”

“Ha, this is Handahee.”

“Here, that, secretary! Secretary! Bring me the modeling contract. Right now!”

… … He’s so fiery, I guess, because he’s the president of an oil company.

In many ways.

* * *

After the contract was completed, we left X-Oil headquarters.

The moment you open the status window and try to complete the promise fulfillment process.

‘Hmm. Wait a minute.’

This thought occurred to me.

‘I kept my promise, but… … and harassing Han Da-hee was a separate matter, right?’

Since I’m already paying off my debt, I want to make sure I get it done.

Before we use the search function, there was one promise I had in mind.

To Kang In-sook (Bae Sang-deok’s spouse): Promise not to spend too much money on photos.

To Kang In-sook (Bae Sang-deok’s spouse): If you spend a lot of money on photos… … .

Mr. President of our club, you should also keep peace at home, right?