Real Man-Chapter 810
The editors of Morumoru, who had closed their hearts, began to crack under this change.
In the meantime, the vision and value of Reverb seeped into them.
They realized that they could grow more with Reverb.
Was it the series of events that stimulated their latent desire for improvement?
The attitude of the Morumoru editors changed drastically, and now they were even discussing the acquisition terms.
It was a huge progress compared to when they couldn’t even utter a word.
Jeong Da-hye, who was listening, asked.
-Is there still a lot left to sort out?
“No. I think it will be settled soon.”
-Really?
“Yeah. I have something prepared.”
Yoo-hyun smiled as he thought of Fukada Jun, whom he would meet soon.
At that moment, in the president’s office of Softbank.
Son Jeong-eui, who received a report on Yoo-hyun’s recent moves from the chief secretary, was impressed.
“He moved the hearts of the Morumoru editors with his passion. It’s unexpected.”
“It’s the result of persistently following them. But the acquisition won’t be easy.”
“I guess so. He won’t be able to cross the final hurdle anyway.”
Son Jeong-eui didn’t just offer a large amount of money and get rejected, contrary to what was known to the public.
He showed his sincerity in a different way from Yoo-hyun, and reached the stage of discussing the acquisition terms in detail.
He thought he had crossed the peak of the ninth part, but suddenly everything turned into bubbles.
‘I felt like someone else intervened.’
He couldn’t find out the identity of the person, even though he had some clues. He had no choice but to back off.
How would the young Korean man fare in the same situation?
He was more curious about something else.
“It’s been a month already. He has enough funds, so why is he so obsessed with this small place?”
“Maybe he thinks he needs to acquire Morumoru to enter Japan.”
“Then it would be better to persuade me. I already have control over the information.”
“Now that you mention it, yes.”
Son Jeong-eui’s power in Japan was absolute, even without Morumoru.
There was no way that someone who had a connection with Paul Graham wouldn’t know that.
“I can’t help but think it’s strange.”
Son Jeong-eui rubbed his thick eyebrows and tilted his head.
Could he acquire Morumoru by convincing the five editors?
Yoo-hyun knew that it was impossible, and he had prepared his own way.
He didn’t spend a month in vain.
It was time to wrap up and climb over the peak of the ninth part and reach the top.
Today was the day to start.
Yoo-hyun planned to move all five editors through Fukada Jun.
He had already prepared for that.
Swoosh.
He muttered as he checked his watch, sitting on the outdoor terrace of a coffee shop in Shinjuku.
“It’s time…”
It was 9:10.
He had sent his child to kindergarten by car a long time ago, but he still couldn’t see Fukada Jun.
He had never been late before, so Yoo-hyun was more puzzled.
What was going on?
It was then.
Bang!
He turned his body instinctively at the sound of an explosion behind him.
He couldn’t see it because of the building, but he had a feeling that a big accident had happened.
He felt a chill and jumped up from his seat, leaping over the terrace railing.
Then he quickly ran up the narrow alley.
Tadadadak.
As he turned the corner, he saw a kindergarten bus that had crashed into a tree on a low downhill.
Smoke was rising from the driver’s seat of the yellow bus.
“Oh no…”
Yoo-hyun didn’t hesitate and ran in.
Meanwhile.
Fukada Jun, who had a urgent schedule and couldn’t eat brunch, was driving.
She had thrown her phone on the passenger seat, and it kept ringing, but she didn’t bother to reach out and answer it.
She knew who it was without looking.
It must be Yoo-hyun, whom she met every morning.
‘He said he had something to show me today.’
She was tempted to call him in advance, but she just ignored him.
She was intrigued by everything he suggested, but the acquisition was a different matter.
He was trying to do something that was hard to achieve even if all five editors agreed.
“Morumoru has a secret that you don’t know. Sigh.”
Fukada Jun’s face showed a hint of embarrassment.
Her heart had opened up, but she didn’t have the authority to decide.
Screech.
She reached out to the passenger seat after she stopped the car at the traffic light.
She had five missed calls.
“Geez, why do you keep calling me. Huh? It’s not Steve?”
She checked and saw that the caller was not Yoo-hyun.
She was about to press the unknown number when the phone rang again.
Click.
“Hello, this is Fukada Jun… What? Ryo, Ryota?”
She turned the car around with a pale face as she answered the phone.
Boom!
She didn’t care about anything else at that moment.
The car sped on the road.
A while later, at a general hospital in Shinjuku.
A police officer standing in front of the emergency room explained the accident to Yoo-hyun.
“It seems that the bus driver stepped on the accelerator instead of the brake.”
“Oh, I see. Can we talk about this later?”
“Sure. Thank you for your help.”
Yoo-hyun quickly entered the ward after receiving the greeting.
He saw a little boy waving his hand from the bed in the corner.
He approached the boy, and heard many greetings from the side.
“Thank you so much for saving my child.”
“If it wasn’t for Yoo-hyun, it would have been a disaster.”
“How can I repay this favor…”
The parents of the kindergarten children who were on the bus bowed their heads gratefully.
Yoo-hyun also returned their courtesy.
“I didn’t do anything. I’m glad the kids were wearing their seat belts.”
He wasn’t just being polite.
The children were able to escape without serious injuries thanks to the seat belts they wore tightly, and Yoo-hyun was able to save them by going through the window and unbuckling them.
‘Some citizens also helped.’
It would have been hard for him to take care of the bus driver who had fainted for a moment if he was alone.
When Yoo-hyun gave the credit to the children, the parents looked more touched.
“Thank you… thank you so much.”
They bowed their heads.
The gratitude continued until Yoo-hyun reached the bed in the corner.
The little boy who was sitting on the bed teased Yoo-hyun, who looked embarrassed.
“Yoo-hyun, you should just enjoy it when that happens.”
“Ryota, what do you know to say that?”
“Why don’t you know? I’m nine years old and I know everything.”
“Oh… is that so?”
Yoo-hyun nodded his head and sat on the chair next to the bed. He untangled the IV line.
A needle was stuck in the fern-like hand, and saline was flowing in.
‘Fukada would be shocked if she saw this.’
When was it?
Fukada Jun brought her son to the site, saying it was kindergarten vacation.
That was when Yoo-hyun saw her warm side hidden behind her prickliness for the first time.
She cared for her son in case he was bored, and when he coughed, she put aside her work and tried to go to the hospital.
Ryota, who smiled brightly in front of his mother, frowned.
“Yoo-hyun, can I take this off?”
“Why? Does it hurt?”
“No. It doesn’t hurt, but I don’t want to worry my mom. She’s a crybaby.”
“You’re a cheeky little guy.”
“I have to protect my mom. Who else will do it?”
Yoo-hyun looked at Ryota, who shrugged his shoulders, with disbelief. Then he shook his head.
The boy, who grew up without a father, was worried about his mother first, as if he was the head of the family.
He felt very proud of him.
He grabbed his small hand and said warmly.
“First, you have to heal your body quickly. Then you can protect your mom.”
“I’m fine.”
“I know, you’re very strong. But this will make you stronger, so you have to listen to the doctor and take it off. Okay?”
Ryota pouted his lips at Yoo-hyun’s gaze.
“Yoo-hyun, this is the problem.”
“What do you mean?”
“Fukada said that you’re too kind. If you keep giving like that, your business will fail.”
“Geez. Your mom says all kinds of things.”
“Not many people say that. Fukada doesn’t care about men.”
Yoo-hyun tickled the boy’s armpit, who spoke calmly.
“What? You’re really something.”
“Hahaha! It tickles, it tickles.”
He was very ticklish, and Ryota laughed even with a slight touch.
It was then.
Tadadadak.
Fukada Jun ran in, wiping the sweat on her forehead, and called her son.
“Ryota! Huff, huff!”
Yoo-hyun and Ryota turned their heads at the same time.
“Mom.”
“Fukada.”
Fukada Jun’s eyes narrowed as she gasped for breath.
“Steve, what are you doing?”
“Oh, we were just playing around.”
“What? How can you do that, even if it’s a joke? How can you tickle a sick child?”
Fukada Jun snapped, and the other parents stepped in.
“Fukada, Yoo-hyun is the hero who saved our children.”
“If it wasn’t for Yoo-hyun, Ryota wouldn’t have been safe.”
“What? What do you mean…”
Fukada Jun looked confused, and Ryota smiled.
“That’s right, mom. Yoo-hyun helped me get out of the kindergarten bus safely. That’s why I’m not hurt.”
“Ryo, Ryota.”
Fukada Jun realized the situation belatedly and bowed her head to Yoo-hyun.
“I’m sorry. I was so flustered that I misunderstood. I’m really sorry.”
“No. Don’t mention it.”
Yoo-hyun extended his hand to her, who never bowed her head to anyone.
He said goodbye to Ryota and left the ward.
Fukada Jun followed him and apologized again.
“I’m really sorry for before. And thank you for taking care of Ryota.”
“Don’t mention it. I didn’t do much.”
“You were there for him when he was most scared and surprised. If you weren’t…”
She swallowed her words and closed her mouth tightly. Tears welled up in her eyes.
It was an unexpected sight, but Yoo-hyun didn’t show it and comforted her.
“Ryota is stronger than anyone. Even if I wasn’t there, he would have smiled at you first when you came.”
“I guess so. He always makes me laugh.”
“Yes. So don’t worry too much.”
Yoo-hyun was about to greet her when Fukada Jun stopped him.
“You said you had something to show me today.”
“Next time. Please take care of Ryota first. Then I’ll see you.”
Yoo-hyun turned around with a smile.
As he took a step, he heard a voice from behind.
“You said it was important. Didn’t you say you really wanted to show me?”
“…”
“Sato and Hayashi are going on a business trip soon. You might have to wait a long time if you miss this opportunity.”
Fukada Jun seemed to have a clue about what Yoo-hyun wanted to show her.
Yoo-hyun knew that this was the right time.
But he didn’t want to rush and force it.
He was willing to wait more if he could be with them sincerely.
He waved his hand over his shoulder instead of answering.
Whew.
Wasn’t he sorry?
It was a lie.
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“I’ve waited for a month, what’s a little more?”
His footsteps were very confident as he walked down the hallway.
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