Relaxation.
A synonym for traitor. He is a national traitor that no citizen of the Republic of Korea can be unaware of. His treasonous acts, which cannot be forgiven even with death, are still frequently talked about by people even after half a century. It is no wonder that even elementary school students know Lee Wan-yong, even if they do not know the names of the other five traitors of Eulsa.
Jeon Han-yong.
A person who was later known as Jeon Wan-yong at the Western District Prosecutors' Office.
When the act of leaking domestic industrial technology to foreign countries was discovered, some even called him the 21st century Lee Wan-yong. If he had just put on a beard, his shiny appearance would have been similar to Lee Wan-yong. The world only called him the Jeon Wan-yong case, and Jeon Han-yong's face and real name were not revealed, so if he wasn't a member of the prosecution, he would have been unknown.
'Is it a twist of fate?'
I never thought that my past life of being a test taker would help me this much.
"Hyun-ah, what are you thinking so deeply about?"
My grandfather asked me as he watched me staring blankly out the car window.
What should I answer?
There's a bastard who uses his grandfather's company! I don't think that's possible. Arthur, if I say it out loud, I'm only protecting myself.
"I was thinking about what my mom would cook for dinner tonight."
"Haha, Yonsei."
Kang Hyun, who was always mature and mature for his age, now seemed like a child of his own age.
"I wish your mother had stayed a few more days."
There was a deep regret in my grandfather's eyes. My mother went down first because she was thinking of my father who was in the countryside, but she hadn't given my grandfather a definite answer yet. I understood, since my mother had chosen love over material desires in her past life.
'I can't let Dongju be ruined like this.'
Now that I've discovered the cancerous lump, I can't just sit by and watch any longer.
*
"Father, are you here?"
As I entered the mansion, my uncle was there to greet me. He was running around like that, even though he was trying to protect himself, it was like he was urging me to hurry up and do my duty. My grandfather's eyebrows furrowed in an instant. The company lost a lot of energy because they had to deal with the accident my uncle had caused.
'Nation-based management.'
In a way, isn't it no different from heredity? If he had any ability, then it wouldn't matter, but he had no ability at all. He was doing everything he could to ruin Dongju's reputation, which he had worked hard to build his entire life. If he had been a little younger, he might have used his fists before yelling.
"What are you doing here?"
Grandfather's voice was filled with anger.
"It's almost your father's birthday. Seo-yeon's mom came to the market herself to make you his favorite dish. Seo-yeon is crying so much because she misses her grandfather."
At times like this, my little uncle is very clever. But a newborn baby who can't even speak properly cries because he wants to see his grandfather? My little uncle's forehead is covered in cold sweat at the sight of his grandfather's sparkling eyes.
Thump.
As Grandfather walked away without saying a word, Uncle followed him hurriedly. He looked extremely anxious, like a puppy that needs to poop.
"Father, please try this."
At the dinner table, my aunt is a hot topic. She tries to look like a filial daughter, but like my aunt, she is a gentleman who has never gotten her hands wet. Every action is awkward, like wearing clothes that don't fit. At this point, I feel bad for the housekeeper. Recently, from my aunt to my uncle, they come every other day and make a mess of the kitchen.
"Madam, if you have any leftover crab, please bring some. There's some that the wise man made."
It was pickled crab that my mother had made for my grandfather before she went down to the countryside. My grandfather ate pickled crab every meal without fail.
"Father, please try the ribs that Seoyeon's mother made too."
It was when my uncle spoke without noticing.
widely.
As Grandpa put down his chopsticks with a clank, a chilling tension descended on the table.
"Beomgyeong-ah."
Grandfather called his uncle's name softly. At that moment, large beads of sweat formed on his uncle's back.
"With what face do you come here?"
A look of bewilderment was clearly visible on my uncle's face. This was because my grandfather's disposition had clearly changed from before. Furthermore, my grandfather's closest friend, Chairman Wang's third son, was living a life of unemployment because he was incompetent. There was no law that said that my uncle could not become like that.
"Father, it was a mistake. I can handle it on my own······!"
My uncle stopped talking and held his breath at my grandfather's gaze. If he had said even one more word, it wouldn't have been strange if a bowl of rice had been thrown at his face. My grandfather glared at my uncle and got up from his seat.
"Starting tomorrow, don't come near the office."
It was the moment when my uncle's nameplate disappeared.
*
As the full moon deepens,
Grandfather's face also became filled with worry.
Even though I chased out my uncle and his wife, I was still upset.
The Dongju that he had worked his whole life to build was starting to crack. He didn't have much time left, but the children he had thought would be his successors were all doing stupid things.
"Grandpa, are you okay?"
At that time, Kang Hyun carefully looked for his grandfather. His grandson, who resembled his mother and was wise beyond his age, was able to stand out. Looking at his grandson, his troubled heart was eased.
"Haha. Was it that obvious on Grandpa's face?"
He was a grandson who had always been watching his work at the company. He was already so smart, so he must have known what the atmosphere was like in the company.
"Is it because of your uncle?"
As expected, he's a smart kid. If he were an adult, not 14, I would have developed his abilities so that he could take charge of Dong-ju's axis right away.
"Hyun-i, you don't have to worry. This old man will take care of everything."
I have been through all sorts of things while running the company for a long time. During that time, there were those who stole materials and even embezzled money. However, as I got older, I became increasingly scared. What would happen to Dong-ju if I lost confidence?
"Grandpa, mold doesn't just grow in one place."
What does this mean?
Eyes filled with doubt and curiosity turned towards Kang Hyun.
"When you run a laundry, you come across a lot of clothes. Sometimes, you see clothes that have mold on the inside. The owner only cares about the mold on the outside and doesn't realize that the mold is on the inside. Even though it's just one piece of clothing."
A series of vague words. The field that the youngest son was in charge of was related to the development of new materials. The development of new materials was a stepping stone to a new business area. However, things were creaking right from the bottom. Can the higher-ups really be safe? After all, they are all the same people who share the same roots as the youngest son's connections.
no way.
When suspicion reached one person,
Grandfather looked at Kang-hyun with surprised eyes. Was this child really seeing through everything and speaking? However, Kang-hyun was sipping orange juice as if nothing had happened.
* * *
"Maestro."
The conductor Dmitry cautiously looked for Spencer. The rehearsal, which was as nerve-racking as walking on ice, was over. However, the conductor's work was not over yet. As the title of concertmaster suggests, he had the duty of supervising all the players in the orchestra in place of the conductor. In particular, it was safe to say that the string group's playing technique and direction were all in the conductor's hands. Of course, all of this could not be done without trust between the conductor and the conductor.
"Gilbert asked for one more chance."
Spencer's brow furrowed. Who was Gilbert? The second-in-command, the horn player. As he had expected, he had had too much to drink the night before and was having trouble controlling his breathing.
"So what did you do?"
"I was notified that I don't have to come in starting tomorrow."
Spencer nodded briefly. As expected, Dmitry was the conductor who understood his words the best. It takes a lot of effort to become a member of an orchestra. Especially, to rise from a non-member to the position of vice principal, it took talent and effort that an ordinary person could not imagine. And it was the London Symphony Orchestra, which is known worldwide.
"A mistake that cannot be corrected tends to breed more mistakes."
Spencer was as intolerant of mistakes as he was of perfectionist tendencies. That is why the members of the London Symphony Orchestra often had the experience of being as small as a bean whenever they played. However, since they played under such a great conductor, they were known as world-class performers wherever they went.
"Maestro. Asian countries have requested the London Symphony Orchestra to perform there."
Asia?
"Korea and Japan."
Spencer's ears perked up at the mention of Korea. It was because he remembered what his friend Samuel had said.
'What about the prodigy?'
But soon he shook his head. Asia was practically a wasteland for classical music. The only better place was Japan. Of course, the London Symphony was the one that chose the venue, but the chief conductor's influence could not be ignored. In particular, Spencer's choice was truly representative of the London Symphony.
at that time.
"Spencer, I'm home."
A familiar voice came from beyond the door.
"you?"
At Samuel's appearance, Dmitry bowed his head and gave way to his seat. There was no one living in England who didn't know who he was. Spencer stood up from his seat with a puzzled expression at his friend's sudden visit.
"Didn't you clearly say Korea?"
"I came running here because I missed you. I knew you would practice all night."
As soon as he arrived at the airport, Samuel came to meet him. From Spencer's perspective, he was happy to see him, but he also felt a little uneasy. This guy wouldn't do this for no reason.
"Look at this."
As expected.
It was Samuel who took a video tape out of his bosom. No way.
"It's not related to that prodigy you mentioned, is it?"
The word prodigy made Spencer cringe just hearing it. All the prodigies in the world were just imitators of Mozart.
"Okay, I don't want to see or hear that kind of useless stuff, let's go get some brunch."
A series of days where he couldn't eat or sleep. As the performance date approached, Spencer's sensitivity reached its peak. He had just finished practicing and was barely resting when he was asked to watch a video tape of a kid whose name he didn't even know? If it weren't for Samuel, Spencer would have sworn.
"Just once is enough!"
At that moment, Samuel looked at Spencer and nodded. It was a moment when Spencer's eyes were filled with doubt. Normally, Samuel would have given up.
"Just this once. Don't waste my time anymore."
Spencer let out a sigh that filled the conductor's office and sat down in his seat.
Samuel hurriedly inserted the tape into the video player. It was a machine installed to view recorded footage of live performances. Soon, the video began to play with a moment of silence. A boy was standing on the stage, holding a violin. He looked quite young, perhaps ten years old.
At that moment.
The boy picks up the violin. But.
That pose is quite fluid and natural.
Jiying.
How much time had passed? Spencer had already moved forward and was staring straight at the TV. Sweat was forming on his palms.
Jiying.
As the last melody rang out, Spencer swallowed without realizing it. A myriad of emotions flashed across his face. It was ridiculous. He couldn't even tell exactly what he was seeing.
"What do you think?"
To Samuel's cautious question.
Spencer slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was still on the boy beyond the dead TV screen. Spencer didn't believe in the word prodigy, but he couldn't help it now. His heart was beating fast as proof.
"This kid is in Korea?"
It was the moment when Korea was chosen as the London Symphony's next performance.