Mahjong Point
May 31st.
Seoul, Republic of Korea.
Somewhere in Hannam-dong.
I stepped out of the black car that had ferried me here, and my feet felt light as I walked toward the seven-story building outside which hung a large banner filled with content about our party, much like the offices of a National Assembly member.
Passing through the spotless corridor without a single speck of dust, I boarded the brightly lit elevator with my aides and rode up. Reflected in the mirror-smooth silver elevator doors was my confident self.
Yesterday's messy leaf-cut hairstyle from Itaewon, a neutral style that deliberately didn't emphasize femininity at all, oversized black suit to make it bigger than the body, and half-rim glasses with a chain to highlight my intellectual charm. A perfectly deconstructed yet clean appearance that could represent the god-chicks.
Aah.
How cool.
Shin Kimjuye.
You got fucked up! You god-chick!
So, with my siblings, we went up to the sixth floor, opened the office door, and there were the young siblings working busily for me.
"Hello! Good morning!"
"Hello! Unnie!"
"Yeah, hello~."
If there are these siblings who work for me and 12 million god-chicks who support me, then I can succeed even more here and drag Lee Nayoung out of the way to become president. It's not a dream. No, that's exactly what I'm going to do.
By becoming president, I'll end this patriarchal male-centered society and create a purely female-centered society, making a world where women can live comfortably alone. That's why I've been alive until today.
Aah... Yesterday's protest at Hyehwa Station was really awesome. Countless people from across the country came, wearing red clothes and cool sunglasses, and spoke our voices to the world. A fulfilling time making concept-chick god-chicks out of women who don't do the deconstructionist thing. It was too good, but I thought the venue was a bit small... Next time, it has to be definitely Gwanghwamun.
"Shin Kimjuye unnie! I brought all the things you need to see today."
"Yeah? Thank you~ Our Ji-seon."
Cute. What about her on the bed? No, no. Right now, I need to look at yesterday's Hyehwa Station protest and what's ahead. Just a little longer.
While looking at the materials Shin Ji-seon gave me, I skimmed through the news about yesterday's protest and today's major news. For our protest, there are only good stories thanks to the god-chicks' support, but today's major news is only that a bunch of shit-eating Korean men who couldn't overcome their shit-eating instinct and fled to Japan got fucked up again.
As expected, all the smelly bastards need to be caught, beaten up, and reset. Lee Nayoung, you bitch. Why did you let the Hannam bastards escape to Japan. Just catch them all and throw them into a pigsty.
Aah... Why was I born in the West instead of this hell peninsula, and have to live a life like Saint Jude? Shin bastard. You're so misogynistic. Yeah, because God is male too. Can't help it.
- Rumble.
I didn't eat breakfast and came straight to the office, so my stomach is empty. What should I eat for lunch today? Should I order cheese katsu-don for the kids?
"Guys! What's today's lunch menu~"
"Um.. I was going to order you maru-tang, unnie, what do you think?"
Maru-tang on an empty stomach? So good~ Our Ji-seon has great sense~.
"Our Ji-seon's lunch pick is great, so I can't hold back, unnie."
"Um.. Our unnie, you shouldn't get hungry!"
"I'll order it right away at the place you said you liked last time."
"Eh~ Thank you! As expected, only our Ji-seon!"
So, entering the private room inside the office, I replayed the video of yesterday's protest that was uploaded to YouTube.
Aah... Me on stage giving a speech and performing. Me breaking out of the frame, being alone, bravely and actively saying what I want to say. So cool.
After watching the video for about 30 minutes, Shin Ji-seon knocked on the door and came in carrying a maru-tang container wrapped in white plastic, her forehead full of sweat. Why is she carrying it herself instead of ordering delivery.
"I came back, unnie..."
"You went yourself? Why? Order delivery."
"Because there were no riders. Since it's close anyway, I just came."
Aah... Why do the smelly pig bastards make the women carry it themselves. As expected, the bastards who get caught in sleepwalking disease. Yeah, because of the smelly bastards who are sex maniacs who get thrown at bat guys or something. How to help it. Only men should get it. Smelly is science.
Aah.. If it wasn't Twitter, I would have believed the government's bullshit without thinking. Incompetent and corrupt government.
"Aigoo~ You worked hard, Ji-seon. Shall we eat together~?"
"No, unnie. I'll eat later. I only bought what unnie would eat."
"I'm fine. I'll eat with the other unnies later."
The receipt attached to the plastic bag showed: Maru-tang, regular taste, with tofu skin, ginkgo nut, nectarine mushroom, enoki mushroom, white wood mushroom, wood mushroom, new song mushroom, bean sprouts, cabbage, cheese tteok, fish cake skewer, ramen thread, Chinese noodles, yuba, 100g yang meat, and 200g beef added, totaling 40,000 won. Um... um... It's barely one serving. Ji-seon also... even though she has a lot of donations, she doesn't buy her own. No choice. I have to eat it alone.
"Then I'll eat it deliciously~ Thank you."
"Yeah~ Unnie. Eat lunch deliciously."
Smiling, I sent Ji-seon out and from the plastic bag tore the knot that was slightly tangled and took out the stacked maru-tang containers to the table. Swallowing saliva, opening the lid, I felt the hot steam and the strong maru flavor. Aah... It smells delicious. Ah, right. I should have ordered kkwaba-roo too. I messed up. No choice. Have to eat it as a snack.
***
During the lunch time of about an hour, while watching female idol's direct cam and eating, before I knew it, it was all eaten. The trash after eating maru-tang was carefully put into the plastic bag torn roughly so food residue doesn't stick to the hand and placed outside the door. This way, the siblings will clean it up. Then, with the maru scent gone, I turned on the AC and watched the idol direct cam again.
Aah... As expected, it's too good. If I become president... I can meet them too?
- Knock knock
"Unnie, Song Yuna, the top committee member, is here."
A bit uncomfortable person, but since she's a comrade, I told her to come in quickly.
"Hello. Shin Kimjuye, party representative. I came out to the office because today's mahjong point came out well."
"Oh, really? How did it come out?"
"I did the mahjong point related to feminism I made this morning, and it said there would be good and bad things together."
Song Yuna, a mahjong feminist who joined the party because she's a kind of feminist, and the siblings accepted her application. Every time we decide big things for the party, she keeps suggesting mahjong points with her juniors, and she interferes saying this side will have better results, it's too uncomfortable. Look at today too. Good thing? What good thing. So, I went around the site without looking at faces for a long time, and came to the office with the resolve to meet you for the first time in a long while, and this is a good thing? Putting mahjong, a superstition, into the scientific discipline of feminism from the beginning didn't sit well with me.. As expected, she's stupid. I should have just not accepted her. As expected, I accepted her for nothing.
"Good thing? Um... I don't know well, but do you have any guesses?"
"In my opinion, today's South Korean budget allocation was done, and in a little while, that money will be ours, so isn't this a good thing?"
"Yeah? How much did it come out?"
"From my memory... Main budget 550 trillion, supplementary 120 trillion, and 100 trillion in compensation from China, so total around 770 trillion."
770 trillion? Wow... A lot. See. As expected, the country doesn't have money, right? The deconstructionist bitches and the smelly ones who maintain the deconstructionist thing are using taxes weirdly, worrying if women can safely return home today. With that much money, we can definitely create utopia. I can create utopia if I spend that money.
While worrying how to spend the 770 trillion from Song Yuna's words, someone opened the closed door strongly and came in.
"Unnie! Did you check the thing posted in the group chat?"
"Ji-seon, unnies are in the top committee meeting right now? But if you come in like this without permission, what do we do?"
"Sorry.. unnie... But it's really important, sorry."
"You.. Let's see unnie later. Since you said it's important, what is it?"
Um... I wish it wasn't anything. This way, we can catch our Ji-seon's weakness and bring her to the bed. Aah.. Our Ji-seon is really cute~ It's all our Ji-seon's fault for making unnie have bad intentions!
"Lee Nayoung came out in the news saying she will delete our party with legal grounds!"
"What? Isn't it the one who went crazy after getting fucked during the normal meeting with Taiwan recently?"
Did this bitch go crazy wanting to be impeached.. No? Rather, good. I was going to protest bigger at Gwanghwamun later, but it worked out. By doing our protest, we're holding a candlelight rally to drag out Lee Nayoung, the bitch. Gathering about 1 million people!