The Youngest Son of Sunyang (Reborn Rich)

[048] A Household with No Choice 1

The atmosphere at school was completely different. It was April, and spring was in full swing, but that wasn't the reason.

As I walked from the main gate to the classrooms, I exchanged greetings with many of my fellow students and even started walking alongside some of them.

In the classrooms, many students initiated conversations with me.

"Hey, Do-Jun. That laptop is amazing. It's killer. But you're not studying just because you have it, huh? Hehe."

"That's the hidden purpose. I'm giving my competitors a toy to distract them from studying."

My role was to alleviate their uneasiness with such remarks.

"Since I've been using a laptop, I no longer use a pen. It's all about Word."

"Oh, that was also intentional. When you write reports, give me the files. Just touch them up a bit and submit them. Hehe."

I roamed the classroom while making pointless jokes.

The stares of those who hadn't attended the freshman welcome event and missed out on receiving a laptop were piercing. Their gazes also hinted at the hope of receiving another laptop.

I thought about distributing more during the May festival.

And I also noticed a few people from the memo.

During a brief break after class, I approached one of them who was getting coffee from a vending machine.

What could have been on this guy's mind when he rejected a temptation of over 3 million won from a college graduate newcomer at Daehyun Group?

I inserted a 100-won coin into the vending machine and selected a coffee.

"You rejected the laptop? Why?"

The paper cup in his hand visibly crumpled as he looked at me.

"Damn, why? Did you want to hear me say thanks for that and feel good about it?"

I had been waiting for something special to be said, but my expectations were in vain. It was just his ego.

"Well, I didn't really think about it."

My response, delivered with a smile and an unchanged expression, seemed to further infuriate him. Harsher words poured out.

"You don't have to flaunt your money; everyone knows you're a chaebol. But now, even among your fellow university alumni, you're showing off your wealth?"

"Then, would you reject it if a senior offered to buy you a 1,500-won meal at the campus cafeteria? Is that showing off his money?" I took a 100-won coin from my pocket. "Would it be showing off his money if a fellow student bought you a 100-won vending machine coffee?"

"You little... Is that the same as a laptop?"

"Yes."

"What?"

Seeing the young No Mu-shik flustered was almost cute. After all, when else would he protect his pride like this?

As you go out into the world, getting broken and bruised in various ways, you'll come to realize how fragile pride can be.

"To me, it's all the same. You might count in ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, or even millions, but I think in billions, tens of billions, hundreds of billions, and trillions. Anything below a hundred million is just loose change."

I tossed the paper cup in my hand into the trash.

"A laptop and vending machine coffee... There's no difference for a chaebol like me."