Real Man-Chapter 811

Thump, thump.

Fukada Jun did not leave her seat until Yoo-hyun’s footsteps faded away.

No, she couldn’t.

“Why did he go so far…”

She was moved by his gratitude for saving Ryota, but that was not the only reason.

His sincere attitude and passionate enthusiasm for the past month had shaken her heart.

He wanted to change the world, just like Morumoru did.

He had not only the will, but also the clear vision and the skill to execute it.

What if she joined him?

She was confident that she could spread Morumoru’s value to more people.

She had discussed the acquisition with her colleagues for a better future, but they all hesitated.

Was it because Reverb was a Korean company?

Or because they had no decision-making power?

They seemed to be afraid of change, making various excuses.

‘Are you going to keep avoiding it?’

Snip, snip.

Fukada Jun picked up her phone with a determined look.

After the call was connected, a deep male voice came through.

She opened her mouth.

“Yamamoto-san. I have something to tell you.”

Her eyes shone brightly.

That evening.

She received a call from an unexpected place.

Yoo-hyun left his accommodation as soon as he answered the phone and headed to Yamamoto Ramen.

The signboard was turned off, and yellow light leaked through the gap of the door.

As he entered, the chef Yamamoto Ryohei was waiting for him.

After greeting him, he sat down and asked him bluntly.

“Why didn’t you show it to Fukada-san?”

“What do you mean?”

“You said it yourself. You had something prepared to move her heart today. It would have been perfect if you had told her at the hospital. Why didn’t you say anything?”

He had gone to the hospital today.

Yoo-hyun had told him almost everything, but he didn’t have time to talk about the hospital.

His eyes narrowed.

“How did you know that?”

“The rumor has spread all over the neighborhood. You saved the kids from the bus that crashed.”

“And that one of them was Fukada-san’s son?”

“Hmm. I just happened to hear it. Anyway, you missed a golden opportunity. Don’t you think?”

He continued to talk, dodging his question.

He sounded confident, as if he knew everything about Yoo-hyun’s situation.

‘Does he have something to hide?’

Yoo-hyun answered honestly, hiding his curiosity.

“I knew that. But I didn’t want to use her wavering feelings because of her son.”

“You worked hard for a month. As a businessman, you should have used that to your advantage.”

“I thought I couldn’t approach her sincerely that way.”

“Sincerity? You can worry about that after you get the results.”

Yoo-hyun swallowed his words and looked at the chef.

His eyes without double eyelids under his thick eyebrows were fixed on Yoo-hyun.

As he met his sincere gaze, a smile escaped his lips.

‘The world is full of surprises.’

The moment he had expected to come after he crossed the ninth ridge of Morumoru’s acquisition had suddenly come closer.

Yamamoto Ryohei.

He was the real owner and the money source of Morumoru.

What should he say to him, who had no intention of selling Morumoru?

Yoo-hyun didn’t beat around the bush, but expressed his honest feelings.

“What if I force the results? Then can I turn the hearts of the editors, the staff, and the Morumoru fans?”

“You want to acquire it, right? Then be honest. Don’t you just want to get the name value of Morumoru?”

“No. If I only wanted the name, I wouldn’t have started. I want to put all the fair and righteous values of Morumoru into Reverb.”

“Fair? Righteous?”

Yamamoto Ryohei snorted and his eyes flashed.

His friendly look turned sharp.

He felt his hair stand on end just by facing him.

He didn’t back down from the pressure that was hard to see from ordinary people.

“Yes. I will run the company following Morumoru, who wrote fair articles that didn’t sway by external capital, and righteous articles that faced the consequences even if there was something wrong.”

“That’s funny. Do you think you have the right to talk about fairness and justice?”

“I have lived without shame. I may have compromised, but I never turned a blind eye to injustice.”

“Can you really do that in the future?”

It was then that Yamamoto Ryohei asked him a meaningful question.

Sliding.

The sliding door opened and three men in suits appeared.

The men in gray suits and different colored shirts looked very bad.

Yakuza?

He had a hunch at a glance, having dealt with countless thugs in Korea.

A man in his mid-forties, wearing a purple shirt, chewed gum and spoke in a thick voice.

“Hey, Yamamoto-san, how are you?”

“…”

“If you want to keep doing business here, you have to pay your respects to our boss. Why do you keep making us come here?”

“I’m having an important conversation right now. Let’s talk later. Get out.”

“Ha ha. Do you still think you’re in your heyday? Huh?”

Bang!

He kicked a chair near the entrance and it fell over.

Yoo-hyun’s eyebrows furrowed.

‘Yakuza appeared as soon as he asked about fairness and justice.’

It all seemed too coincidental.

A headline of an article he had seen in the past flashed through his mind.

The real owner of Morumoru was revealed to the world about 10 years from now.

At that time, Yoo-hyun, who was on a business trip to Japan, had seen the news by chance.

It contained the reason why Son Jeongui had failed to acquire Morumoru.

-Q. Why didn’t you sell Morumoru even though Son Masayoshi, who is from the same Zainichi background, offered a huge amount of money?

-A. The money or the background was less important than whether he could protect Morumoru’s value. I tested him to see if he really cared about Morumoru, and I concluded that he didn’t.

Yamamoto Ryohei’s Korean name was Woo Jeonghwan.

He was a second-generation Korean-Japanese who had hidden his identity to avoid discrimination and prejudice in Japan.

He had amassed a huge fortune based on real estate and expanded his business into loan sharking.

His loan sharking operation was massive.

He had enough money to not flinch at Son Jeongui’s offer.

By the way, what was the test he mentioned?

‘Is it happening now?’

It was a bit over the top to bring in the yakuza, but it seemed possible considering his power.

Come to think of it, the three yakuza who appeared were acting too exaggerated, like in a movie.

‘Where are there yakuza who show off like that these days?’

As he thought that far, he was convinced that this was all a scripted plot.

If he had to go this far?

Squeak.

It was childish, but he was willing to play along.

Yoo-hyun got up from his seat and faced them.

“What’s going on?”

“Who are you?”

“I’m the last customer.”

Yoo-hyun drew a cold line, and the man in the purple shirt glared at him.

“Are you kidding me? Who are you to interfere?”

Yamamoto Ryohei, who turned around and came out, stopped Yoo-hyun.

“Stay out of this. It’s my business.”

“No. Please sit down. This is my specialty.”

“You’re not dealing with someone you can handle.”

Was this acting too?

He was impressed by his realistic reaction and showed his sense of justice.

“Don’t worry. I always stand by the people I work with.”

“Shut up. What are you talking about?”

“Ha ha. Are you a hero or something?”

“They’re trying to ruin my business.”

The yakuza sneered, but Yoo-hyun approached them without blinking.

He whispered in a distance where their breaths touched.

“Pick up the chair you knocked over.”

“What? You bastard!”

The man was so angry that he threw a punch.

But Yoo-hyun was a skilled fighter who could compete with the champion Lee Jang-woo.

No matter how yakuza they were, they were no match for a professional martial artist.

Pa! Pak!

Yoo-hyun blocked the man’s arm and kicked him at the same time.

Thud!

“Argh!”

He didn’t hurt him much, but he made a loud noise, maybe because he was acting.

The man in the red shirt behind him tried to pull something out of his waist.

“Chiksho!”

Yoo-hyun kicked him before he could reach his hand.

Clang!

A long knife fell to the floor, and the man bent down to grab it again.

Behind him, Yamamoto Ryohei’s urgent voice rang out.

“Steve!”

Was this acting?

He couldn’t imagine that he would pull out a knife like that, even if he did.

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Yoo-hyun was full of curiosity, but he instinctively pushed the man who was trying to grab the knife.

Puck.

Then he attacked the other two who ran at him with murderous intent.

He had to hit them hard, or they might get seriously hurt.

‘Hit them where it won’t show.’

Pupupupuk!

“Ow!”

Three different screams echoed.

“Huff. Huff.”

Yoo-hyun gasped as he subdued them, and the three men rolled on the floor.

“Ugh…”

Yamamoto Ryohei picked up the long knife on the floor with an indifferent expression.

Swish.

He stepped on the hand of the man in the red shirt.

“Kraaak!”

Before Yoo-hyun could stop him, he stabbed the floor with the knife.

Thud!

The knife stuck between the man’s fingers.

Shiver.

The man’s hair was grabbed by Yamamoto Ryohei, who scowled.

“How dare you use a knife in my ramen shop?”

“I’m, I’m sorry.”

Yamamoto Ryohei looked around at the two groaning men and snapped at them in a fierce voice.

“Tell your boss Kanjaro. If I see you again, I won’t sit still.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And…”

His next words made them hold their breath.

“Eek!”

Their faces were full of fear.

They didn’t look like they were acting at all.

‘Could it be…’

Yoo-hyun’s mouth opened with a creepy feeling.

Hudadadak.

The yakuza ran away as if their lives depended on it, and Yoo-hyun’s mouth didn’t close until then.

‘It was real.’

Cold sweat ran down his spine and his hair stood on end.

He got goosebumps all over his body when he thought of the knife.

What if he had let his guard down?

He could have been seriously hurt.

His heart started to pound late, as if he was in a life-or-death action scene for the first time.

His legs lost strength.

Was it really over?

Yamamoto Ryohei came up to Yoo-hyun, who collapsed, and greeted him.

“Thank you for your help.”

“No, no.”

“I told them off, so they won’t retaliate. Oh, you’re pretty good. You could handle those three even if they had knives.”

Yoo-hyun swallowed his saliva and shook his head.

“I’ll run away next time. I’m a pacifist.”

“Hmm, you don’t look like it.”

“I hate fighting. I like living quietly.”

Tap tap.

Yamamoto Ryohei tapped Yoo-hyun’s shoulder and smiled.

“Well. I get it. How about a drink with me?”

“Sure… yes.”

He couldn’t refuse the offer in this atmosphere.

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