The Youngest Son of Sunyang (Reborn Rich)

[004] Chaebol Leader's Birthday 1

"Ugh!"

It's the same dream again.

Every night, I repeat the events that happened exactly three months ago in my dreams.

To vividly recall the moment of death that I feared every day and wake up from it.

This is not some kind of divine warning, but what a ridiculous situation...

All I can hope for is never to have this dream again throughout my life.

6:10 AM.

I woke up before the alarm went off at 6, turning off the switch and getting up from the bed. I left my bed, took off my pajamas, and headed into the bathroom attached to my bedroom. After a quick shower, I changed into my school uniform and left my bedroom. In the opposite bedroom, my older brother, Hyung, showed no signs of waking up yet.

After descending about thirty stairs, I reached the living room, where the scent of freshly cooked bean sprout soup filled the air. Bean sprout soup was a regular breakfast menu, as Father never skipped a day without drinking alcohol.

Upon opening the front door, the lush green grass outside sparkled under the early summer sun. I picked up three newspapers lying in the garden and quietly returned to my bedroom.

I slowly read through an economic newspaper and two general daily newspapers. On the front page of one of the newspapers, there were prominent photos of a riot with tear gas and Molotov cocktails.

June 26, 1987.

The demonstrations will continue today, and they will go on until the 29th when the President of the Fifth Republic surrenders. I finished reading all the advertisements and neatly folded the newspaper.

"Dojun-ah."

Perhaps sensing that I'm awake, the working lady brought a tray with a glass of milk and coffee, knocking on my door.

My name, which I've been hearing for three months.

Jin Do-Jun.

It still doesn't feel familiar.

"You don't have to bring it up. I can just go down and eat..."

"No, it's not because of the milk. I brought coffee too. If your parents see you, there will be trouble, so drink it quickly."

"Thank you, ma'am."

As I sipped my coffee, the lady gazed at me with what seemed like a proud expression.

She really likes the sudden change in me.

A ten-year-old kid who used to throw tantrums without a hint of manners, this youngest son of a rich family who didn't even know how to be polite, has changed 180 degrees. He always uses formal language with adults and constantly says thank you. Instead of complaining about side dishes, he eats whatever is given to him with gratitude and even helps with cleaning the house, occasionally assisting with the inside cleaning.

Isn't the decency of a ten-year-old kid adorable?

"By the way, do you know that today is Chairman's birthday? You're having dinner at the Chairman's house tonight, so be aware."

"Yes, I remember."

With an empty coffee cup and a glass of milk in her hands, the lady patted my head and left, taking the folded newspaper with her.

Finally, today is the day.

After becoming a ten-year-old kid named Jin Do-Jun, it took only three months to meet the founder of the Chaebol Group, Jin Yang-cheol. Although we had never met in my previous life, today, I will sit at the same table with him not as an employee but as the youngest grandson.