Real Man-Chapter 774

The door opened just as he finished the call.

Bang.

“Mr. President, the news… I’m sorry. You were on the phone.”

Yoon Bomi, who blurted out in a hurry, flinched and stepped back as Yoo-hyun waved his hand.

“No, I just hung up. What’s going on?”

“Did you see the news about Ilsung’s recall? If this happens, there’s no problem with Mr. Kijun’s review, right?”

“There’s no problem.”

“Right? Right? Then Mr. Kijun is coming back now? Did you contact him?”

She looked very worried as she poured out questions without a pause.

Yoon Bomi was a kind person who cared for her colleague whom she had not known for long.

The other employees were the same.

Jang Manbok tried to lighten the mood with a bright smile, and Gong Hyunjun felt guilty and tried to take over Kijun’s work.

Lee Jihyun also helped with Kijun’s problem by organizing the SNS reactions.

‘I have to treat Kijun well when he comes back.’

He had to repay his debt by giving him a stern lecture.

He chuckled when his phone rang.

Ring.

“One moment.”

On the screen, there was a message from O Eun-bi, the editor-in-chief of Uri Ilbo.

-Mr. President, we have prepared a special article on the Mercury 4 explosion with the SNS reaction data you sent us. We also got permission from Ilsung, so there’s no problem with the progress.

It was the result of a quick response to the request and the data he sent not long ago.

It was an excellent content in terms of topicality, so it was worth responding fast.

This article would benefit not only Ilsung and Hansung, but also River.

It was a win-win situation for all three companies thanks to Yoo-hyun’s mediation.

Yoo-hyun nodded and said.

“Kijun is coming.”

“Really?”

“Yes. And the article will be out soon. Please prepare to post it on the River main page.”

“Article?”

Yoo-hyun gave Yoon Bomi a meaningful smile as he blinked.

Soon, an article from Uri Ilbo was uploaded.

The article summarized the timeline from when Kijun’s review was posted to when Ilsung’s recall was decided, with Kijun at the center.

The main point was that Kijun’s shot had the effect of protecting consumer rights.

It also included Ilsung’s quality philosophy of putting consumers first.

-I admit that Standard One’s review was amazing. But Ilsung’s spoon-feeding is ridiculous.

-But have they ever recalled like this? If you get a new one, they even give you extra subsidies. Ilsung is amazing too.

-That’s because they don’t want to lose customers.

-Anyway, Standard One is awesome. He lifted and dropped Ilsung with one review.

Yoo-hyun skimmed through the comments and opened the original article with Kijun’s picture.

There was someone he wanted to share this article with at this moment.

“I hope Kijun’s passion reaches him.”

Click.

He sent the content to the email on the business card he received a while ago.

Meanwhile, Kijun was at a loss with the changed atmosphere overnight.

He was sure he was confronting Ilsung’s legal team, but now Ilsung was rather promoting him.

‘What the hell happened?’

He visited his parents’ house in a doubtful state.

He came because his mother told him to, but the one waiting for him was his father.

His father, who sat at the table, asked with an indifferent expression.

“Did you get a job?”

“How did you know that?”

“I just heard it from here and there. It’s a company I’ve never heard of before.”

“It may look like a small company now, but it will grow bigger than any other company soon.”

He raised his voice in anger, and his father poured a drink.

“You foolish kid. Have a drink.”

“…”

Splash.

It was the first time his father, who always ignored him, offered him a drink.

He never caught his father’s eye when he was a pro gamer or an internet broadcaster.

He only received a displeased look.

He wanted to ask why he did that, but strangely, he felt the lump in his heart fade.

It felt like the resentment that had accumulated for a long time melted in this small glass.

The conversation ended without much talk.

His father was still indifferent, and Kijun didn’t open his mouth easily.

The bottle was empty before he knew it.

After Kijun left, Won Jongcheol, who went into his room, opened the scrapbook.

The last page of the articles he had collected about his son had the latest review article.

He flipped through the pages, looking at his son’s history from his pro gamer days to now.

“Kid.”

Won Jongcheol smiled faintly, and his wife, who was standing behind him, was incredulous.

“Why don’t you treat him well when he’s here, instead of being happy with these paper scraps?”

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“I don’t understand what you’re thinking.”

His wife shook her head.

The next day.

The River employees came to work unusually early.

They were gathered not in the office, but in front of the elevator on the 20th floor.

Yoo-hyun was puzzled.

“Do we really need to wait here?”

“Of course. Kijun is here now. We have to surprise him.”

Yoon Bomi showed him her phone with an excited expression.

-River Management Bot: Kijun Won ID card registered. 7:28 a.m.

Jang Manbok, who peeked in, was surprised and blinked.

“What? How did you know that?”

“Of course. The security system changed completely and it became so convenient. You can check the information anywhere if you connect it with With.”

“No, if the entrance and exit management is also done, every time I go out…”

Yoo-hyun said to Jang Manbok, who was worried.

“It’s to calculate the working hours flexibly. They won’t keep track of the entrance and exit information and judge you.”

“Hmm! It sounds like I’m slacking off. I’m confident.”

“I know.”

Yoo-hyun nodded and at that moment, Yoon Bomi made a fuss.

“Ooh, the elevator is coming up.”

“Come on, let’s unfold the banner. Hyun-joon, hold the end.”

“Man-bok, don’t you think this is too much?”

“Hey, we have to give a warm welcome to our family member who left home and came back. Ji-hyun, is the cake ready?”

“Huh? Oh, yes.”

Jang Man-bok handed the end of the banner to Gong Hyun-joon and spread it wide.

Snap.

-Welcome back, Won Ki-joon, the eternal member of Reverb.

Yun Bo-mi held the camera and got ready to shoot.

Yoo-hyun smiled as he saw the preparations they had made.

He felt that the employees had become closer through this incident.

13, 14, 15…

The tension rose as the elevator ascended.

“Here it comes. 18th floor? Aww, it’s a miss.”

“I know, right. I didn’t know there were so many people coming to work at this time. He’s always late.”

As Jang Man-bok and Gong Hyun-joon showed their disappointment, Yun Bo-mi quickly recovered.

“Huh? It’s going up again. 19th floor, 20th floor. Shh.”

She turned on the camera at the right moment.

Her face was full of anticipation.

Ding.

The door opened, but there was no sign of Won Ki-joon.

They blinked at the empty elevator.

“Huh? Is it not him?”

“Someone must have pressed it.”

“He should be here by now…”

Yoo-hyun was tilting his head when he heard a familiar voice from behind.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“Oh, Ki-joon? How did you get here?”

Jang Man-bok and Yun Bo-mi were startled.

“Did you get off at the 18th floor and take the stairs?”

“Just for fun.”

Won Ki-joon nodded, and Jang Man-bok exclaimed as he rubbed his arm.

“Creepy. He’s a strategist, all right.”

“He said the Reverb employees came to work early today.”

Won Ki-joon shrugged his shoulders and Yoo-hyun smiled.

“Welcome back.”

“Thank you, boss.”

“Before you greet us, take this.”

“What is this…”

Won Ki-joon had predicted that his colleagues would be gathered, but he didn’t expect them to prepare a cake.

He took the cake with a candle on it and looked flustered.

Jang Man-bok swung the banner towards Won Ki-joon and shouted.

“You left home and came back!”

“Welcome, welcome!”

Gong Hyun-joon’s face turned red and Won Ki-joon coughed awkwardly.

“Ahem. Thank you.”

“Blow it out quickly. We’re filming.”

“…”

Won Ki-joon stared at the cake for a moment, then smiled and blew out the candle.

Clap clap clap clap clap.

The employees applauded and Won Ki-joon’s eyes turned slightly red.

He looked away for a while and blinked.

“I’m sorry for making you worry. I made a foolish decision based on a wrong judgment. I’ll work hard to make sure this never happens again.”

He bowed his head.

His voice was trembling and his apology was sincere.

Yoo-hyun grinned and suggested.

“Since all the members are here, how about a dinner party tonight?”

“Wow! Yes!”

Jang Man-bok chimed in among the excited people.

“Wow, a welcome party and a dinner party. There’s no other company that treats someone who made the rest of us suffer so well. Our company is a good company.”

“What are you talking about, Man-bok? What did you suffer?”

“I suffered, mentally. In that sense, Ki-joon should pay for it.”

Jang Man-bok pounded his chest and pushed Won Ki-joon.

Won Ki-joon, who would have been angry normally, accepted it with a good humor.

“Okay. I’ll pay for it as a celebration of winning the challenge.”

Gong Hyun-joon flared up.

“What? It’s invalid by a day. I won officially.”

“Oh, then Hyun-joon can pay for it.”

“What?”

Jang Man-bok admired as he looked at the frozen Gong Hyun-joon.

“He’s a strategist, all right.”

“Hahaha!”

The people laughed.

Won Ki-joon, who had always been on the edge, fit right in.

The wheels of Reverb finally started to turn.

Reverb’s growth accelerated as Won Ki-joon’s reviews came out.

With IT reviews as the backbone, the stem was firmly established, and it was time to grow branches.

Won Ki-joon helped to refine the unrealistic ideas of making travel reviews into reality.

“Man-bok, your idea of turning travel reviews into reality is good, but if we polish it…”

“Then let’s change the direction a bit…”

They discussed and concretized it every day.

It was the productive collaboration that Yoo-hyun wanted.

Meanwhile, Yoo-hyun contacted Park Doo-sik, the team leader who had helped him.

-Drinks?

“Yes. I promised to treat you. I owe you a lot.”

-Okay. Let me get a drink from my junior. I think I deserve it.

Park Doo-sik was the key to solving this problem.

Yoo-hyun was sincerely grateful.

“Of course. I’ll take you to a nice place.”

-I wonder what kind of place Han Yoo-hyun thinks is nice. I’m glad, I had something I wanted to hear.

“Then I’ll prepare a quiet place.”

What kind of place would be good?