Chapter 32
Chapter 32
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Seasonal Limited Sale
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After Director Jeong Seonghwan left and the front door clicked shut,
a brief silence settled over the living room.
Sangjin stared blankly at Woojin before opening his mouth.
"What the hell? Who are you?"
"What do you mean, what."
"No, that guy just now was a high-ranking government official. Director, right? And you went toe-to-toe with him... Wow, is this really my brother?"
Sangjin was genuinely impressed.
The negotiation skills to clearly know his own worth and assets, exploit the opponent's weaknesses, and get exactly what he wanted.
And that composure in front of a big shot.
This wasn't the same Kim Woojin who'd whined endlessly over spilling some instant ramen earlier.
"Heh, now do you get a sense of your brother's greatness?"
He didn't like how Woojin was getting all smug after a little praise, but this time, even Sangjin had to admit it.
"You're a pain in the ass, but damn, that was slick. No taxes? Wow, you're insane..."
Woojin shrugged nonchalantly.
"This is nothing. There were way worse guys than that. Ones who pull a knife if you don't talk their language, ones who smile to your face and stab you in the back... Compared to those bastards, that guy's a saint. At least he listens."
"......"
Woojin's casual remark stabbed right at Sangjin's heart.
'Just what the hell did he go through for ten years...'
His brother said it with a smile, but beneath it lay the brutal times he'd thrashed around just to survive.
Sangjin forced a bright expression to change the mood.
"I'm hungry. Let's eat."
"Sure. What should we order?"
"Chicken today? Your favorite brand."
"Ugh... I'm getting sick of delivery food..."
"You gonna cook?"
"Put that thought away... I held out because I was broke, but you suck at cooking. Lucky we had ramen at least..."
"...Can't argue when you hit me with facts."
The brothers slipped back into their everyday routine and opened the delivery app.
"Kimchi stew for me. That's the least bad option."
"Oh, coupons here. First-come-first-served. Ordering now."
"Take the review perk as cola. Too lazy to go out."
But their daily life was already far from ordinary.
USA, Texas wasteland.
A massive gate loomed in that desolate expanse.
The A-rank gate Eileen had mentioned.
Kraaaaaah–!
Thousands of undead were surging out from inside the gate.
But standing alone against that massive wave was a single woman.
Eileen Benedict, her silver hair whipping in the wind as she took her stance on the battlefield.
The 'Goddess's Sword (+3)' in her hand blazed with brilliant light.
"Still as filthy as ever."
Eileen closed her eyes and raised her sword.
Her eyes snapped open with a flash, and she swung her sword.
A white beam erupted from the blade's tip, fanning out in a crescent.
Kwaaaaaah–!
The wave of holy light swept through the undead.
They purified and vanished at the slightest touch.
Thousands in the legion—gone in a single strike.
Overwhelming power.
The gate raid was over in less than an hour.
A high-ranking Defense Department official who'd witnessed Eileen's feat gaped in awe, unable to believe his eyes.
'Impossible. Is this the power of a single human?!'
It was mind-blowing.
How many personnel and resources had been thrown at that undead horde just to hold it back?
No matter how many they killed, more kept respawning, dragging out the standoff while they flailed helplessly.
And she'd wiped it out in an instant, all by herself.
"Whew..."
Not a drop of sweat on her, Eileen smiled with a refreshed expression.
"Feels good. Nothing beats undead for blowing off steam."
A short while later, at the Benedict family estate.
Eileen was in a private meeting with the family head, Leonard Benedict.
"Looks like you wrapped up Texas nice and clean. Well done."
"Just doing what needed to be done. You would've handled it eventually even without me."
"Haha, playing humble all of a sudden? Praise where it's due—you did great."
"Thank you."
A brief silence fell before Leonard spoke again.
"You really have to go?"
A hint of dissatisfaction colored his voice.
"The world's in chaos right now. This is when you need to stay and uphold the family's prestige. Stepping away now could distance you from the succession."
"I know."
"Your siblings didn't sit idle while you were out for a year. Think you can handle it?"
Eileen didn't back down.
"But this is just as important."
"I can't understand it. It's just one guy. Is that man's ability really that special?"
"Don't you move the world single-handedly, family head? That man will influence not just our family's future, but humanity's."
Conviction burned in Eileen's eyes.
Leonard sighed as he met her gaze.
Who could break that stubbornness? Once she decided, she never looked back—just like him.
"...Fine, I won't stop you. Go and make it happen, then come back."
"Thank you, family head."
As Eileen bowed and turned to leave, Leonard called out.
"Eni."
Her childhood nickname.
That meant what came next was personal.
"Yes, Dad."
Leonard’s eyes crinkled softly.
"Is he a good man?"
Everything about the Benedict family reached his ears.
Including what his daughter had been up to in Korea.
Eileen curled her lips at the question.
The image of Woojin sprawled arrogantly on the sofa, scratching his belly, flashed in her mind.
"Pfft... Ahem. We'll see."
She barely stifled her laughter.
"That's what I'm going to find out. If he's husband material. See you, Dad."
Click–
As Eileen left, Leonard stared blankly at the closed door.
"Heh, wonders never cease. How long's it been since I saw her smile like that in front of me?"
A few days later.
Apartment 1104 next door to Woojin was noisy again with moving sounds.
Drag–
Thud! Bang!
"Argh, seriously! What's with the racket at dawn?!"
Woojin scratched his head irritably.
"Yesterday it was the upstairs neighbors moving, now the side ones?"
"Yeah. This place must be popular lately."
Sangjin shook his head too.
As expected, the owner of 1104 was Joo Ayoung.
Park Seonghun's delay in finding a new place meant she was only moving in now.
Oblivious to the situation, Woojin grumbled as he headed out.
"Screw it, too noisy to stay. Let's head to the office."
"Yeah, Jo Ayoung's starting work today too."
Woojin grinned slyly.
"What, excited 'cause we got a female employee?"
"Nah, I prefer mature women anyway. Like that sister-in-law Eileen?"
Woojin's face soured instantly at Sangjin's words.
"You psycho... Now you're into guys?"
Sangjin tilted his head.
"What's that supposed to mean since last time? Eileen's a woman from childhood pics I checked."
"Eh, something like that. Let's go. Early to work for once."
The brothers bolted out like they were fleeing and headed to the office.
At that moment, in 1204.
Director Jeong Seonghwan had failed to buy 1104.
Someone snatched it up for 2 billion won.
Unable to waste government funds, he'd bought the unit right above instead—1204.
Jo Ayoung had finished moving yesterday and was sorting boxes.
"Whoa! Sis! My room's huge!"
"Unni! Is this really our place? Two bathrooms?!"
Her little sisters were visiting for the first time today.
They bounced around excitedly, checking out their rooms.
"Praise me, little sisters! See? Told you I'd pull it off!"
"Sis rocks!"
"Kyaa! Unni's the best!"
Jo Ayoung's nose tingled watching them.
The cramped villa days when the three of them squeezed together.
Now each had their own room.
A top-tier apartment with full management fees covered.
Sure, the job was absurd, but this compensation? No reason to say no.
'Yeah, this is public service too!'
She clenched her fist.
For her sisters, she could pack a thousand chopstick sets.
"Alright, unni's off to work! Tidy up good?"
"Yeah! Go for it!!"
"Don't touch anything heavy!"
"Got it! I'm not a kid anymore!"
"Oh, and here!"
Jo Ayoung handed her youngest sister a 50,000-won bill.
"Moving day treat—order whatever you want. Something yummy!"
"R-Really!?"
"Yesss!!"
She chuckled at their joy.
Was it really that great?
Her heart ached leaving her fourth-grade twin sisters alone so often,
but the security here blew their old place away, so that eased her mind.
"I'm off!"
"Yeah! Sis!"
"Unni! Drive safe!"
She smiled at them.
"Will do!"
Her smile shone brighter than ever.
Instead of the Awakener Management Bureau, Jo Ayoung headed to the Woosang Shop office.
Close to home, great location.
'Nice! Let's do this.'
"Hello!"
She greeted energetically as she entered, and Woojin welcomed her with a grin.
"Welcome, Jo Ayoung. Or should it be Assistant Jo now? Nah, how about Awesome-Good Assistant?"
"......"
Don't fall for the cheesy dad joke.
This was the guy who picked his nose in front of the director.
The office was already piled high with chopstick boxes.
"...Anything but Awesome-Good. Call me whatever. What do I do? Packing?"
Ignoring Woojin's joke, she rolled up her sleeves. Sangjin approached and handed her a document.
"Packing's a group task. You have a main job. And never respond to hyung's lame jokes even once. It encourages him."
"Got it, noted. Main job?"
"Yep. CS."
"C...S?"
Jo Ayoung paled slightly.
She thought it'd just be packing—now customer service?
"Yes. Inquiry board replies, phone support, and... handling complainers."
Sangjin smiled.
"Ex-civil servant, so you're a pro at complaints, right? Looking forward to it."
"Ah..."
Jo Ayoung felt dizzy.
Nightmares of malicious complainers flooded back.
That's why she applied for field work!
But what could she do? House secured, sisters happy.
'Screw it... I can do this!'
Then Woojin patted her shoulder.
"Don't stress. No one dies over a phone call. Here."
He handed her a +3 energy drink and Calm Heart Pill.
"Use it for work. Should help. Energy drink for slumps, pill when a complainer makes your heart race. Calms the mind."
"Th-Thank you..."
"Alright, let's get to it for real."
Woojin's eyes gleamed.
Today was the big day: reservation sales launch for the new product, 'Goblin Towel'.
Towels had arrived already.
Just multi-enhance and pack.
Sangjin glanced at his monitor.
"Hyung, sticking to the plan?"
"Obviously. Luxury strategy. Seasonal limited sales."
All Woosang Shop products weren't always available.
One week, maybe a month. Limited quantities, then done.
That created scarcity and boosted value.
The piled chopsticks were the final batch too.
First-run towels: 300 units.
Cost per: 4,500 won.
Sale price: 119,000 won.
Carefully set after comparing high-end towels.
Sell out, and over 35 million won hits the pocket, tax-free.
All set.
"Reservation sales open. 3, 2, 1... Now!"
Sangjin hit enter.
Tap–!
At the same time, Jo Ayoung's monitor went haywire with notifications.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
[Inquiry registered.]
[Order received.]
She screamed at the frenzy.
"P-President! What is this!? The alerts! I can't even read them!"
Woojin leaned back smugly in his chair, smirking.
"No need to freak out, 'Oowang-Good' Assistant. That's the sweet sound of us rolling in cash. And this? Just the beginning."
Woojin laughed like a villain.
"Muahahahahaha!!"