Every politician had only one dream and goal.
president.
The pinnacle of all power.
And it was the same with Barack Obama.
There was only one reason why he went on stage.
Not for the singing I’m bad at, but for the eloquence I’m good at.
As a result, many people were focusing on their own stories.
“I think so. “God did not give people different talents depending on the color of their skin.”
Barack, who was talking about climate change and then racial discrimination, took a moment to catch his breath and opened his mouth again.
“That is why, as a member of the House of Representatives and as a senator, I have fought against the racism that still exists. And we will continue to do so.”
People clapped their hands passionately.
As the applause died down, Barack took the microphone again.
“I have an old friend. Oh, he might not know that I’m a friend.”
The sounds of people giggling and laughing could be heard everywhere.
“That friend happens to be a good singer. The moment I first heard his song, I held my breath until it ended. “He couldn’t take his eyes off me.”
The audience, captivated by Barack’s excellent speaking skills, chatted one by one about who his friend might be.
Larry Page, who was watching this situation, clinked glasses with the people sitting at the table and said.
“I don’t know who it is, but I’m in big trouble. “People’s expectations have become too high.”
Bill Gates smiled and took a sip of wine.
“It’s one of two things. “Either it exceeds expectations or it doesn’t.”
Steve Jobs thought quietly as he listened to the conversation between the two people.
We talked for a while, but Barack Obama wasn’t the type of person to talk nonsense.
But the famous singer who caught his eye was clearly not here.
“I guess I should prepare for some booing. “I want it to work properly.”
Bill Gates burst out laughing at Steve Jobs’ words.
“Nothing has changed as I get older. very good.”
Meanwhile, Barack came off the stage.
He walked around among the audience and soon stopped at a table in the corner.
A table with four Asians sitting.
“Charles Kim from Korea.”
Although his pronunciation was a bit strange, everyone who knew him could understand it.
People’s eyes were focused on one place.
Jo Yoon-jeong looked at Kim Cheol-soo with wide-open eyes, and Park Dong-gyu gaped in surprise at how the U.S. senator knew about his assassin.
Bill Gates, Larry, and even Steve, who were sitting at a table elsewhere, all turned their gaze toward Kim Cheol-soo.
Kim Cheol-soo raised his head with a shocked expression, and Barack opened his mouth when their eyes met.
“Can we shine on this stage like we did in Kenya?”
Barack’s words echoed through the speakers and throughout the banquet hall.
Jo Yoon-jeong, across from me, leaned over and whispered quietly.
“Surely you won’t leave me out here, right?”
Kim Cheol-soo scratched his head for a moment.
After my father passed away.
I decided to give up singing and get a job.
This was partly due to the difficult family circumstances at the time, but doubts about his own lack of skills also played a part.
However, the gap of that shortcoming was filled over several decades.
I also felt at ease in my mind.
In fact, Kim Cheol-soo was really confident.
It was a place where all the rich people in America whose names you would know gathered together.
A glorious opportunity.
And people may not know it, but this dark gentleman – who called himself ‘dude’ – would later become President of the United States.
Strong candidates, beating out both Hillary Clinton and John McCain.
The feeling was new.
A time when I couldn’t get a promotion and was treated badly.
A life that was nothing more than a useless brick.
It was not a place where a fired office worker could step forward.
It was like a dream.
No, after returning to the past, everything felt like a dream.
“Hey, man! “Did you faint?”
Lee Jun-hak chuckled and tapped Kim Cheol-soo on the shoulder, and only then did Kim Cheol-soo come to his senses.
“Haha, no.”
Kim Cheol-soo immediately looked at Jo Yoon-jeong and nodded.
“If I leave you here, I think I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”
“Go out and surprise people.”
Kim Cheol-soo jumped up from his seat and adjusted his clothes.
And then he walked towards the stage with a confident step.
Jo Yoon-jeong looked at the back of Kim Cheol-soo, who was receiving a lot of attention from celebrities.
Chairman Kyung-Hoon Choi.
There was a time when I wondered why that calculating person would let the daughter he loved so much marry an ordinary office worker.
I also thought that there was some big secret or plot hidden there.
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But, not anymore.
The doubts were completely resolved by his appearance today at this banquet hall.
It wasn’t just about working well, speaking well, or using one’s brains well.
He had a charm that attracted people.
And that was true not only in Korea, but all over the world.
Ultimately, business is like signing a contract.
However, both signing the contract and creating the contract were people.
The words school ties, local ties, and blood ties are used in unfavorable contexts.
However, it was not necessarily seen that way.
Networks and fame bring out better conditions more easily.
It was one of the qualities that a leader who led a large group must have.
So, what Chairman Choi’s sons did not have, Kim Cheol-soo had.
‘Chairman Kyung-Hoon Choi. ‘I guess I know a little bit about what you think.’
Watching her subordinates going up to the stage, Jo Yoon-jeong raised her wine glass.
“Let’s toast to today’s hero.”
Lee Jun-hak and Park Dong-gyu also raised their glasses.
“Cheers.”
“Cheers!”
Jo Yoon-jeong clinked glasses with them loudly.
‘and···. You were already feeling it. That’s why I decided to stay at SKY Teletech.’
Lee Jun-hak takes a gulp of wine and frowns.
Jo Yoon-jeong also poured the remaining wine down his throat in one go.
‘Deputy Director Lee, just keep doing what you are doing now. ‘I’ll take you to that high place.’
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Black and Asian.
Lucas has been hosting this gathering for quite some time, following his grandfather’s wishes.
But until now, I have never remembered multiple non-white people appearing on stage at the same time.
It was the same when I looked around the banquet hall right away.
Among the hundreds of people, excluding reporters and staff, there were only a handful of people of color.
As Lucas watched the two people shaking hands on stage, he decided to send VIP invitations regardless of skin color starting next year.
“Thank you for having me.”
Kim Cheol-soo shook hands lightly with Barack Obama.
“If you couldn’t sing, I don’t think I would have remembered. “In the end, it’s all thanks to your abilities.”
“thank you.”
“I’m sorry that people are unintentionally expecting a lot. “Are you okay?”
Kim Cheol-soo turned his head and made eye contact with the members of Queen.
He bowed his head slightly to the elderly people sitting in front of the instrument.
They also smiled playfully and nodded.
Kim Cheol-soo unbuttoned the front button of his well-dressed suit.
“If I wasn’t okay, I wouldn’t have come out.”
When Barack saw Kim Cheol-soo’s confident expression, he laughed heartily.
At his bold words, whistles filled with anticipation were heard from the audience.
“From now on, this is your stage, Charles Kim.”
Lucas and Barack went down the stage, narrowing their eyes.
Kim Cheol-soo took off his suit coat and placed it on one side of the stage, and even loosened his tie slightly.
Queen’s songs are difficult, and Freddie’s vocals are not easy either.
A tight shirt and tie could get in the way.
Members of the emergency management team, including Jo Yoon-jeong.
Lucas and Barack right below the stage.
Larry, Bill Gates, Steve Jobs.
And many people in the banquet hall.
They all waited with bated breath.
And this suffocating silence was broken by Roger’s loud voice.
“Hey, Kim! What will the first song be?”
“It’s the first song… “That would be great.”
Kim Cheol-soo stood in front of the microphone and smiled calmly.
“Don’t stop me now.”
(don’t stop me)
Cheolsu, you can’t swim.
For about two seconds after he started singing, everything in the banquet hall stopped for a moment.
No one or anything moved.
Even the chatter was cut off for a moment by the charming voice that entered my ears and penetrated my mind.
It was amazing.
An Asian person comes on stage and sings at a high society gathering in America.
Even though he is not a famous singer, he sings that well.
And the fact that everyone gathered here is fixating their eyes on the stage.
Kang Yun-sik, who was serving wine, also had no choice but to stop for a moment and stare blankly at the stage.
‘He’s that young…’
Looking at that person singing with a calm expression, that was all Kang Yun-sik could say.
Not long after, the reporters’ flashlights also began to explode belatedly with a popping sound.
Kang Yun-sik felt something hitting his chest and barely took a step.
Although I graduated from art school, I was unable to paint due to my poor family environment.
That’s how I started studying for a job, and got a job at a public company at the age of 25.
It was very good.
I could go from drinking a cheap Americano that costs 1,000 won to drinking Starbucks coffee that costs 4,500 won.
I was able to enjoy a more comfortable living environment by moving to a studio apartment with a monthly rent of 500,000 won rather than a gosiwon with a monthly rent of 150,000 won.
But that was all.
I hated hearing the battles between office workers lamenting their lives, as if they were competing to see who was living a more unhappy life at every company dinner.
Looking at those bosses, it was very obvious what I would face in the near future.
So, I decided to resign after 1 year and 6 months.
Kang Yun-sik went to New Zealand on a working holiday.
I worked there for two years and then set out on a world trip with three like-minded friends.
I saw a lot and felt a lot while traveling through Australia, Europe, and the African continent for two years.
When I ran out of money, I drew pictures and sold them on the street, and I also worked short-term part-time jobs.
That’s how I went around raising travel expenses.
Then, in Africa, where I went without vaccinations, I suffered from a severe fever, and a friend I was traveling with died.
That’s how 32-year-old Kang Yun-sik returned to Korea.
My college classmates who had been working steadily since the age of 25 got married.
There was a kid like a rabbit, and he also got promoted.
There were also people who worked hard to save money, took out loans, and lived in an apartment in Seoul.
Unlike myself, who only had three months’ worth of rent for goshiwon.
I thought of myself as special.
It’s different from others.
Kang Yun-sik, who went to a class meeting, faced the wall of despair for the first time.
Then, I put everything together and infiltrated the United States again.
So, we can say that they are illegal immigrants.
It is said to be a society where anyone can succeed if they have the ability, but the wall of racial discrimination against yellow people who do not have permanent residency or visas was too high.
“Fantastic!”
“Bravooo!”
People were excited, stood up, and cheered.
Not all Americans are free-spirited.
They also have respect and bravado, and the more money they have, the worse these tendencies become.
And this is where America’s famous rich people gather.
But then they started shaking their bodies and dancing.
The protagonists on stage were influential enough to take off their masks.
‘Ah, he sings really well.’
An Asian man on stage who looses his tie roughly and exudes youthful energy.
‘Did you say Kim Cheol-su?’
It’s a name you often see in textbooks.
‘A life that attracts everyone’s attention!’
It was Kang Yun-sik’s dream.
I didn’t live in idleness.
I worked hard, enduring discrimination in the United States, and studied design with the money I earned.
I tried to combine the innate sense of art that I inherited from my parents with the experience I gained while wandering the world.
I applied to several companies, but was rejected from all of them.
I recently heard that Apple was looking for a designer, so I applied there too.
But it was no news.
I came here to work part-time and ran into Steve Jobs.
I tried to talk to him, but he just passed by with an unpleasant look in his eyes.
“Hey, monkey!”
A white man who was shaking his butt excitedly called out to him.
Kang Yun-sik quickly brought the wine tray to him and set it down.
Even though I was dancing to an Asian song, I wanted to rip off the ears of this damned white guy who was belittling Asians.
If that happens, there will be enormous repercussions.
So much that I can’t handle it.
American society was particularly intolerant of illegal immigrants.
‘This life has failed. I was never a special person.’
35 years old.
‘Let’s go back to Korea.’
Is there anything I can do when I return?
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