Chapter 466: Costume Play Magazine – Part 1

GH Media’s President Jeong-Sook Shin once again looked at Mr. Sakata Ikuzo’s wooden butterfly figure very carefully.

“This one is so delicately carved, and I am impressed by its vividness. But, I need to see more to say anything further.”

“Actually, this butterfly figure is for Director Jong-Suk Park who recently had a daughter. It’s a gift from Mr. Sakata Ikuzo to him.”

“Oh, I see.”

“I should have brought more of these.”

“Oh, I delivered the Chanel handbag that you bought, to Artist Choi. She said that she thanked you— her nephew-in-law— and she was not sure if it’s okay for her to take it.”

“Does Artist Choi have any plan to have another art exhibition anytime soon?”

“As far as I know she has no plan. She wants to take a rest for a while.”

President Jeong-Sook Shin sipped her tea that Secretary Yeon-Soo Oh had brought her, and said, “Do you remember Mr. Yoshitake Matsuda who helped us with the Japanese original cartoon painting exhibition?”

“Of course I remember him. He used to work in Korea as a correspondent for a Japanese newspaper, and he speaks Korean very well.”

“He suggested that we publish a magazine together.”

“A magazine?”

“He said he wants to start a costume play magazine with us.”

“It is about children dressing like a cartoon character, isn’t it?”

“Haha, that’s right. Japan has a large industry for it, so they have several magazines for the specific industry while we don’t have any in Korea.”

“I’m not sure if we have a market for it in Korea. Japan and Korea have different cultures.”

“I’m sure we would be able to sell at least 5,000 books of magazines.”

“In order to publish a magazine, we will need to hire a journalist or a reporter, and others, right? It will cost…”

“He suggested that we affiliate with one of the costume play magazine publishers in Japan, and we can use the same contents of theirs when we publish our own, maybe half of our magazine. We can fill out the other half with the contents that our journalist collects from events in Korea.”

“Hmmm…”

“And he asked us to hire him as a freelance journalist of GH Media.”

“A freelance journalist? Haha. Well, I don’t know much about the field. You do what you need to do, President Shin.”

“Mr. Yoshitake Matsuda gave me a few Japanese costume play magazines. I will bring them to you later.”

“You don’t have to show them to me. I have other works that require my attention, and I don’t think that looking at those magazines won’t help much with your decision making.”

“I will definitely visit Mr. Sakata Ikuzo’s art exhibition once the date is fixed.”

Gun-Ho had a class at the Advanced Center for Administrative Development in Seoul National University that evening. Gun-Ho missed a few classes because of his trips to Japan and China. When he entered the class, his classmates seemed to be happy to see him again.

“Whoa, our class manager is here.”

“I thought you passed away or something since you haven’t shown up for the past few weeks. I heard you went on a business trip to Japan and China though. You are finally here today. Welcome back.”

“Hey, you are a newlywed. You are not supposed to stay away from home that often.”

“Did you bring something for us, like rice cake?”

Minister Jin-Woo Lee asked for Gun-Ho quietly.

“We all missed you during your absence. I realized that you had worked a lot for our class. I didn’t know that until you were not here with us. While you were away, Attorney Young-Jin Kim from Kim & Jeong Law Firm did all the work that you were supposed to do. You probably want to thank him.”

“Haha. Sure, I will do that. Attorney Kim is a good friend of mine. I’m sure he was glad to help me that way.”

After the first class was over and before the second class started, Gun-Ho handed out rice cakes and healthy drinks to the class.

One of the congressmen said when he received the rice cake, “Did you buy these from China during your business trip there?”

“Haha. These rice cakes are made of Korean rice and in Korea.”

“We finally have these nice rice cakes because our class manager is back. Mr. Class Manager, don’t miss the class anymore, okay?”

It was May where the air was filled with the scents of roses and lilacs.

Gun-Ho was looking down the street from his office on the 18th floor in his GH building in Sinsa Town, Gangnam District.

“It has been more than one and a half months since I got married.”

Gun-Ho went back to his desk and opened his email. He started writing an email to his companies.

[To: GH Mobile,

Dyeon Korea, GH Development, GH Media, GH Logistics, GH Parts Company in China, GH Plastic Co., Ltd. in China,

The value-added tax (VAT) was due last week—April 25th. Please let me know the exact amount of tax that you filed. If any of you haven’t filed it yet, please give me your good reason for the delay.

Also, please send me the last year’s financial statements for the external audit at my office in GH Development in Sinsa Town, along with the profit and loss statement of this year’s first quarter via email.

From President Gun-Ho Goo. ]

After pressing the send button, Gun-Ho stood up from his seat to go to the bathroom when he received a call from some sort of secretary’s office.

“Are you President Gun-Ho Goo?”

“Yes, I am.”

“I’m calling from the secretary’s office of Mr. Minister of xxx. Mr. Minister wants to talk to you.”

Minister of xxx was one of Gun-Ho’s classmates at the Advanced Center for Administrative Development— Mr. Class President.”

“Mr. Class Manager?”

“Yes, it’s Gun-Ho Goo, Mr. Minister.”

“Assistant Commissioner Park’s mother passed away.”

“Assistant Commissioner Park?”

“You know, the person who sits behind me. He has a dark complexion.”

“Oh, I remember him, the one with very short hair and several deep wrinkles on his forehead.”

“That’s right. I learned that his mother just passed away. Please send out a text message to the class. The funeral will be held tomorrow morning at the funeral home in Seoul National University Hospital across Daehakro.”

“Okay, sir. I will send out the text right now.”

“Also, please send a flower wreath there with our class name of Advanced Center for Administrative Development.”

“Yes, sir. Do you want me to put your name on it, Minister Lee?”

“No. Just put our class name. My secretary will send another flower wreath with my name on it.”

“Okay, sir.”

Gun-Ho sent a message to the class while mumbling to himself and sitting at the president’s office.

“I shouldn’t have taken this class manager position in the first place. I should have asked Attorney Young-Jin Kim to take it instead. There is just too much work to do.”

Gun-Ho called for Assistant Manager Ji-Young Jeong.

“Did you want to see me, sir?”

Gun-Ho said while giving a piece of paper to her, “Please send a flower wreath to the funeral house at Seoul National University Hospital. The sender’s name is also on the note.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And, prepare an envelope with 100,000 won as condolence money.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Use the company’s money for the condolence. For the flower wreath, I will pay for it. I can use the funds that I collected for membership fees.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And, please ask the accounting manager to come to my office.”

“Yes, sir.”

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