Chapter 62: President
Kim Namhu had quite a bit of experience in the underworld social scene.
He knew that if one couldn't distinguish between public and private, one would face backlash.
Even so, with sales going well, he was receiving attention from all the hosts.
Right now, even as Han Ki-ju treated Kim Namhu like a friend, the other hosts were paying attention.
They were all pondering how to deal with Kim Namhu, who was being treated like this by the president.
Even Lee Sang-soo had a complicated expression on his face, so Kim Namhu thought there might be more unnecessary things ahead.
And whether Han Ki-ju knew or not, she was pouring wine into Kim Namhu's empty glass.
“In one year, the host who achieves first place in sales is you, the first one.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
She seemed to have decided to speak casually like usual, regardless of his honorifics.
“But if it’s just first place in a month, anyone can do it with good luck, as the Main said?”
“Yes.”
“To become an Ace, you need to have first place in sales for at least three consecutive months or about half of the year. Three consecutive months isn’t easy. Are you confident?”
“Just try it.”
“Ah, that’s boring. A man would say ‘I’ll try it!’ That’s what you should say, right?”
“Originally, sales are heavily influenced by luck. Hosts have no choice but to work hard.”
“Hoo. Really? That’s interesting.”
And Han Ki-ju laughed loudly.
“Indeed, drinking with Namhu is fun. Actually, I don’t have many things to enjoy in life. But since I met Namhu, living has become fun. Isn’t it good?”
“It’s good. At least, it’s better for a woman to be happy.”
“Hmm. That answer is a bit vague.”
Kim Namhu knew Han Ki-ju’s personality, so he didn’t flatter her and spoke honestly.
What she wanted was this kind of friend.
Moreover, since Kim Namhu had his regular clients, he thought he could just go to Gangnam right after being fired here.
Regular clients would follow appropriately.
And watching this from the side, Lee Sang-soo was gradually turning pale.
“And I heard rumors that a new regular customer is an actress?”
“It’s better not to spread the private life of a regular customer. Hearing that one’s own business is being talked about elsewhere would make anyone feel bad.”
As Kim Namhu answered this way, he looked at Han Ki-ju as if asking how she knew this fact.
Meeting Kim Hye-ji was done secretly, and when she came to the store, she had thoroughly hidden her identity with sunglasses and a mask and entered the room immediately.
“Ah, really? That makes sense. Then, let’s stop here with that story. And it seems you’re curious about how I knew that. Just know that rich people are friendly with celebrities and such rumors spread quickly. Don’t worry about it appearing in the news. It’s a story only between us. Even the reporters don’t know much.”
And Han Ki-ju had an expression as if she was curious about how Kim Namhu had hooked up with Kim Hye-ji.
She stood up from her seat.
She said to Lee Sang-soo.
“Main. Drink moderately and pay the bill with my personal card.”
“Yes, understood.”
“And Namhu, let’s drink separately. Because there are too many eyes watching, it doesn’t feel as fun.”
No matter how much friends, Han Ki-ju was the president.
Kim Namhu stood up from his seat and followed her.
The place they were heading to was a Japanese restaurant with soundproof rooms for VIPs.
When they entered, the waiter immediately guided them to a private room.
And on the table, a huge Japanese course meal was quickly set up.
Sake and glasses were set.
“You always eat the same thing, don’t you say that?”
“Why say that to bother? When I come, it naturally becomes omakase.”
Kim Namhu shook his head as if he couldn’t understand the life of the rich.
“Still good, right? Quiet and comfortable.”
“That’s true.”
The food laid out in front was each one looked delicious.
Just looking at it, it was clear that the highest quality ingredients were used for Han Ki-ju.
“Speaking in banmal makes it more comfortable now.”
“Really? But it’s unavoidable. If I spoke in banmal there, the other hosts would have been more uncomfortable, especially Hyung Sang-soo.”
“You also watch others’ eyes? I thought you didn’t watch others’ eyes since you don’t watch mine.”
“You like me who doesn’t watch eyes, so that’s why. Others are different.”
Han Ki-ju smiled and poured the Japanese sake.
“Really fun.”
“Other things are not fun?”
“You should try living as a rich person. When you were young, you went abroad for study and experienced alcohol, drugs, sex, etc., so by the time you are twenty, the world becomes not fun.”
“Fortunately, I didn’t become a drug addict?”
“Drug addicts are those without money or with bad heads. Like me, if life is smooth, I just take appropriate safe drugs and then quit. Even if it’s because I don’t want to waste the money piled at home.”
Han Ki-ju’s family was real estate rich.
It was Seoul’s real estate rich who wouldn’t go bankrupt as long as South Korea doesn’t collapse.
If it was another business family, she might have participated in business to find new fun.
But as a real estate rich, she didn’t need to.
If a management company comes every day to report, she just checks the reports and checks the monthly incoming money.
So she had no fun in life.
She had done almost everything and got tired of it.
Then she met an interesting human named Kim Namhu.
Among the people Han Ki-ju had met in her life, there was no one of this type.
“Life is boring. That must be tough. Aren’t you thinking of finding something new?”
“I tried studying, tried art, tried business. But they weren’t easy and not fun. And it’s okay. Now you are there.”
“If it’s just me for the rest of your life?”
After a few drinks of alcohol and being alone together, they spoke as if they were close friends, saying whatever was inside.
“Why? Then it’s not okay?”
“I might get tired of this human being too. Then, will I live looking at dead fish eyes?”
Crying on a bicycle is worse than crying in the driver’s seat of a Lamborghini, but even rich people have their own troubles.
Han Ki-ju filled Kim Namhu’s sake glass and said.
“If you make me fun for the rest of my life, why can’t you?”
“That might be possible, but there are other possibilities. The possibility that I leave you.”
“Why? Do you hate me? I’m pretty, and I have money. Aren’t I the material for first place?”
A woman who confessed to enjoying alcohol, drugs, sex from her teens abroad wouldn’t say such words.
“No. I have things I want to try.”
“What is that?”
Currently, the hosts around are good and close to home, so they are working at The Queen.
But when her father’s business is resolved and the family is stable, he wants to be the best host in South Korea again.
To do that, there is a limit in Bukgang.
To be the number one in South Korea, he has to become the number one in Gangnam.
“I want to be the best earning host in Gangnam.”
“Wow. Fuck.”
Han Ki-ju didn’t expect such words from Kim Namhu and cursed briefly.
“Is this from a Japanese manga? I’ve never seen someone seriously saying such things in reality. No, in elementary school, there were such people. Is it serious?”
“It’s serious. I like working as a host. Making women happy is good, earning a lot of money is good, having sex is good. It’s my true calling. If it’s such a job, it’s natural to want to be first place, right?”
Hearing Kim Namhu’s explanation, Han Ki-ju seemed to understand it somehow, even if not completely.
And she was envious of Kim Namhu who had such a dream.
She had challenged various things, but she couldn’t have such a dream.
It was like having a dream was a talent decided from birth.
“I’m envious.”
Kim Namhu didn’t say to Han Ki-ju, ‘If you’re envious, try it yourself.’
He had many life experiences and knew that most people don’t have dreams or can’t achieve them even if they have.
Dreams are not something easily given.
“I wish I had such a dream too.”
Han Ki-ju chewed a piece of sashimi and thought deeply.
There was no thought that popped up immediately.
“No good thoughts?”
“Then, how about making money?”
“Money?”
“Money is better the more you make.”
The more money, the better.
Even if you are the world’s richest, you don’t feel sorry or bored about earning money.
Everyone always wants more money, and Han Ki-ju was the same.
“But I don’t like struggling to make money.”
“If you have money like you, you can earn as much money as you want without struggling, just by thinking well.”
“If I lose money trusting you, it would be disappointing.”
She knew the value of money.
If there was no money, she knew she had to struggle to get good grades in university and get various qualifications.
So she didn’t want to lose.
Rather than that, living a boring life by counting the incoming money was better, she thought.