Real Man-Chapter 808
The manager, Lee Seung-hyuk, who was sitting on the right, asked again as if he didn’t understand.
“Are you really saying that the three of us will do it?”
“Of course. You’ll help us, right?”
“I’ll help, that’s obvious, but what can I do for the acquisition of Morumoru…”
Before Lee Seung-hyuk finished his sentence, the ramen arrived.
Thud.
The ramen with finely chopped green onions on top of thick pork slices looked very appetizing.
“Wow! This is amazing. We have to take a picture of this as a souvenir.”
Nadoha exclaimed and took a picture with his phone. The chef, who was standing in the middle of the table, chuckled.
“Koreans always take pictures before they eat.”
“I don’t take pictures of anything. It’s because Yamamoto’s skills are so good.”
“Hehe. Steve, why are you flattering him so much?”
“I’m just telling the truth.”
The chef, who smiled at Yoo-hyun’s witty remark, glanced at Lee Seung-hyuk.
“You seem to be having an interesting conversation with Steve.”
“Ah, I…”
Yoo-hyun spoke for Lee Seung-hyuk, who was looking around.
“We were talking about what we should do to acquire Morumoru, the magazine company.”
“Oh, acquisition. That’s a difficult and important thing in business.”
“That’s right. That’s why Seung-hyuk here is very worried.”
The chef, who heard Yoo-hyun’s words, asked casually.
“Hmm, but was Morumoru the company you were interested in?”
“Yes. I looked around a lot, but there was no company like Morumoru. Do you know them well?”
“What would a ramen maker know? I just heard some rumors.”
“I’m curious about those rumors.”
Yoo-hyun approached him subtly, but the chef waved his hand.
“I don’t want to tell you in front of everyone.”
“Then I’ll bring these guys here every night. I’ll choose the most expensive menu.”
“You know the ramen prices are all the same, right?”
“Is that so? Then I’ll have to order extra. And some dumplings too.”
“You’re something else.”
The chef laughed at Yoo-hyun’s good-natured words.
He looked at Yoo-hyun intently and reluctantly opened his mouth.
“Well, I’ll tell you since you’re so persistent. I heard that acquiring Morumoru won’t be easy.”
“Why is that?”
“There…”
He borrowed the words of the nearby merchants and told them about Morumoru’s reputation.
It was a story he had experienced himself, so it was more vivid than the information he had researched.
There were also many hidden parts in the story of how Son Jeong-eui failed to acquire them.
Yoo-hyun didn’t just listen, but asked for advice.
“So I have to persuade the five editors-in-chief.”
“I told you. They’re not the kind of people who are tempted by money.”
“Then I’ll have to win them over with my vision.”
“Vision?”
“Yes. If you ask me what I’m going to do…”
Yoo-hyun honestly shared his thoughts, as he often did when he came here.
The conversation between the two lasted until they finished the ramen and the dumplings that came out later.
Meanwhile, Lee Seung-hyuk was puzzled.
‘Is it okay to talk to the chef like that?’
When acquiring a company, it was common sense to block the rumors as much as possible and negotiate under the water.
But Yoo-hyun seemed to deliberately spread it more, even telling him the specific details.
He hadn’t even heard some of the things that were included.
‘I’m going to persuade the five editors-in-chief by walking around…’
He said he had to do it too.
He had no clue, but Yoo-hyun’s words were very firm.
Even if the chef couldn’t do it, he seemed to have his own way.
How on earth was he going to do it?
Lee Seung-hyuk’s question didn’t subside even after they left the ramen shop and moved to the traditional Japanese house they rented.
He sat on the living room floor and looked at the pond in the yard, trying to find an answer, but his head was tangled.
He couldn’t stand it and tried to ask Yoo-hyun.
“Sir…”
“Just a moment. Let me connect the cable.”
Yoo-hyun, who stopped Lee Seung-hyuk’s words, connected his laptop to the living room TV.
Bang.
Lee Seung-hyuk’s mouth opened when he saw the report that Yoo-hyun showed.
“Holy. What is this…”
Nadoha, who was sitting comfortably, exclaimed.
“Wow! This is the information of the five editors-in-chief, right? When did you prepare all this?”
“I didn’t do it myself.”
“Then who?”
“Danaka did the hard work.”
Danaka had investigated not only the schedules of the five editors-in-chief, but also their personal preferences and relationships.
It was information that had already come out from various routes, but it was not easy to compile it and present it as a clear result.
Danaka’s ability as an information specialist was outstanding.
Nadoha, who was flipping through the pages, looked very surprised.
“These people have really tight schedules.”
“We met them today.”
“But what can we do with this?”
“Think about it. What can we do to change their minds?”
Yoo-hyun believed that there was an answer in the detailed information.
He had to find it and persuade the editors-in-chief.
That was what Yoo-hyun and his colleagues had to do from now on.
“I feel like I’ve become a salesperson.”
Nadoha muttered quietly and wondered how to use his skills.
He saw a lot of things he could do with IT technology when he looked at the schedule.
Then he understood why Yoo-hyun had called him.
Lee Seung-hyuk, who made the same judgment, asked.
“Sir, can we use more staff from the Japanese branch?”
“Of course. Add as many people as you need. Danaka will support you actively.”
“Got it. But I have one concern.”
“What is it?”
“Even if you fail countless times, are you okay with that being known?”
No matter how capable each of them were, they couldn’t possibly persuade the stubborn editors of Morumoru in one go.
It was an impossible task, even for Yoo-hyun.
Yoo-hyun had a long-term vision, and he valued the process of giving his best effort sincerely.
His ultimate goal was to acquire Morumoru, but he had other reasons as well.
‘Son Jeong-ui must be watching.’
He was a curious person, so he would surely observe Yoo-hyun’s struggles and failures.
Maybe he would find Yoo-hyun very amusing in the process.
The more ridiculous he looked, the less likely he would face any interference.
But what if he pulled off a dramatic reversal?
He would have the upper hand in the negotiation with Son Jeong-ui after the acquisition.
Yoo-hyun’s plan was already reaching beyond that.
“That’s exactly what I want.”
Yoo-hyun answered clearly with a smile.
Morumoru’s decision was not made by the representative alone.
The opinions of the five editors-in-chief were also taken into account, so he had to persuade each of them separately.
For an efficient approach, Yoo-hyun divided the target editors and the staff members with Nadoha and Lee Seung-hyuk, the director.
The first person Yoo-hyun focused on was Fukada Jun.
She was the fashion magazine editor and the most influential among the five editors-in-chief.
‘Sato Hiroshi couldn’t do anything either.’
Yoo-hyun recalled the memory of working with him and carefully tracked her movements.
Unlike Lee Seung-hyuk, the director who needed a Japanese interpreter and was accompanied by a former employee of Seowon Tech, Yoo-hyun planned to move alone for a while.
The next morning.
Yoo-hyun was sitting at an outdoor terrace of a cafe in Shinjuku.
Fukada Jun would have breakfast here at 9 a.m., after sending her child to kindergarten by bus.
“The taste is not that great…”
Yoo-hyun lowered his head as he bit a sandwich.
Ding.
Fukada Jun came out with a plate in her hand, making the bell ring.
She looked more lively than yesterday, wearing a neat dress and a light brown bob cut.
She didn’t look like she was in her early forties at all, with her slender body and smooth, white skin.
She was very youthful.
She frowned as she saw Yoo-hyun.
“What are you doing here? Why are you here, Steve?”
“I heard this place has a famous brunch.”
“Do you expect me to believe that?”
“Just sit down. It looks like there are no other seats available.”
Yoo-hyun gestured, and Fukada Jun reluctantly pulled a chair.
Creak.
She sat down and asked bluntly.
“Why are you here in the morning when you booked a place in Akihabara?”
“You know that well?”
“You know I’m here, but you think I don’t know about you?”
“Hmm, I guess you could think that way.”
Yoo-hyun nodded nonchalantly.
Beep.
Fukada Jun smiled as she received a message.
“Looks like your group went to Shinozaka too.”
“What do you mean?”
Yoo-hyun pretended not to know, and she said firmly.
“I know what you’re trying to do, but you can’t persuade us no matter what.”
“Let’s eat first. I don’t want you to miss your meal because of me.”
“You’re the one who’s taking my time.”
“I think you’re mistaken. I was the first one to take this seat, and I gave it to you. And I don’t think I did anything to steal your time.”
“…”
Yoo-hyun smiled and took another bite of his sandwich, then drank his coffee.
The strong coffee aroma felt good.
“Hmm.”
Fukada Jun looked at Yoo-hyun, who was enjoying the coffee scent, with disbelief.
“You look very happy.”
“Of course I am. I’m having coffee with the star editor of Morumoru.”
“When did you know me?”
“I know you well from your magazine. The direct field reports, the clear articles that say yes or no, the fighting spirit against the tyranny of big corporations. I can see why your fans are so passionate.”
She didn’t seem to hate it entirely, as her lips curled up slightly.
‘He’s weak to compliments.’
Yoo-hyun smiled as he remembered Danaka’s report, and she immediately glared at him.
“Anyway, are you going to follow me all day?”
“Of course not. I’m just moving for the research of the Japanese fashion review of River.”
“That’s a convenient excuse.”
“It’s not an excuse. Oh, you don’t know much about River’s concept, do you? It’s like this…”
“Ah, yes.”
Yoo-hyun started a long speech, and Fukada Jun ate her sandwich while ignoring him.
She felt like her day was ruined.
‘It’s okay. This is it.’
She comforted herself as she finished her meal and got up from her seat.
Her next destination was Roppongi Hills, where the biggest fashion show of the week would be held.
Today, all the big-name designers of Japan would gather there.
Only the invited major media and magazine personnel could enter the place, so there was no chance for Yoo-hyun to get in.
Even if he offered a lot of money, the result would be the same.
The Japanese masters wouldn’t be tempted by the money from a Korean.
Fukada Jun was sure of that and headed to Roppongi.
But what was this?
“Fukada, over here, over here.”
Yoo-hyun, who was already there, waved his hand with a bright smile.
And next to him was Rei Kawakubo, the leader of the Japanese fashion industry.
She had a distinctive look with her black bob cut and indifferent expression.
Fukada Jun hid her surprised face and greeted her.
“Ma’am, it’s been a long time.”
“Fukada, are you treating me like an old lady?”
“Of course not. I’m happy to see you.”
She smiled awkwardly and glanced at Yoo-hyun.
She saw the word ‘Vago’ written on the name tag around his neck.
‘Perez Vago collaborated with River in Europe.’
If he came as a representative of Vago, the world’s largest fashion magazine, then the situation made sense.
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