I Will Raise This Family to Greatness - Chapter 227

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Chapter 227
The fallout from the blind date was quite severe.
Emma Button had a remarkably loose tongue.
She went so far as to mention that I’d drunk a large iced Americano at a cafe and was wearing Gucci.
– Even if he’s boring, with that kind of physique, wouldn’t it be worth seeing him once more?
– The thing I hate most in this world is political talk. How could I sit in the same space as a man who brings up politics?
I fumed beside her.
“Isn’t that admitting you’re an idiot? You hate political talk the most? You should at least know how your own country and the world work! That’s basic! Lim Mi-mi, please leave a comment here. I’ll give you 100 dollars per comment.”
Mark, witnessing this beside me, burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.
“Mi-mi, take the 100 dollars from Sung-guk and leave a comment.”
“Mark, if I do that, it’ll be too obvious that I’m an insider at FaceNote.”
I quickly grabbed Secretary Park Sung-hee.
“Secretary Park, how about doing some part-time work?”
“Sung-guk, I’ll have to pass on comment-writing gigs.”
Jeon Tae-guk looked at my FaceNote again and burst into laughter, holding his sides.
“Sung-guk, everyone’s commenting that you’re ‘Boring Teacher Jeon Sung-guk.'”
– Boring Teacher Jeon Sung-guk
“I’m never going on another blind date!”
* * *
In the early morning hours when everyone was asleep.
My FaceNote was still plastered with “Boring Teacher Jeon Sung-guk.”
[Do these people never sleep?]
I let out a deep sigh.
[I didn’t want to do this, but…]
There was only one way to divert my attention from the blind date scandal.
Tap tap—
I cracked my knuckles and posted something on FaceNote.
– Barack Obama! Can I congratulate you in advance on becoming president?
By now, many people would have learned through my FaceNote that I was supporting Barack Obama.
Of course, it wasn’t so much that I supported Barack Obama as that I’d invested in a sure bet.
The moment I posted this, night owls who were still awake began commenting.
– Sung-guk, I could predict that too. Look at the polling gap right now.
– Even if Barack Obama turned out to be an alien, he’d still win.
Well, they were the comments I’d expected.
Right now, Barack Obama was certainly the frontrunner.
But no one would be able to predict this.
– Barack Obama! Please take good care of the United States for the next 8 years!
The moment I posted this, the comments went wild.
– Wait, are you predicting the next presidential election right now?
– What is this feeling I get that whatever Sung-guk says becomes reality?
– Is this becoming a sacred site again?
– I need to capture this. Sung-guk, you absolutely cannot delete it!
I stood with my arms crossed, gazing contentedly at my FaceNote.
[Finally, I’ve erased all traces of the boring Sung-guk!]
* * *
“Sung-guk, what were you doing at dawn? You posted another strange prophecy to erase all those comments calling you boring, didn’t you?”
“Mark, a strange prophecy? Barack is absolutely going to become president.”
Mark handed me a McDonald’s breakfast he’d just bought.
“I could guess that too. The polling gap right now is insane. And if it’s over eight years, that means Barack will be president for the next term as well.”
“According to my thorough analysis…”
“Sung-guk, are you seriously receiving divine revelations in your dreams or something?”
“Mark, this is all analysis. You should watch my YouTube interview too.”
“Now you’re even pitching to your friends?”
“Well, I’ll enjoy the breakfast anyway.”
“Anyway, you’re good at changing the subject.”
Mark shook his head.
Secretary Park Sung-hee emerged with a disheveled expression.
“Young Master Sung-guk, do you really think Barack Obama will become president?”
“Well, it’s almost certain.”
Secretary Park Sung-hee, having worked at Cheong Wa Dae before, took considerable interest in American politics.
Just then, Jeon Tae-guk’s voice came from the room.
“Secretary Park! Where’s my Gucci jacket?”
Secretary Park Sung-hee calmly replied while eating her breakfast.
“That would be something you’d know, wouldn’t it? You’re the one who took off your clothes, so how can I help you with that?”
“I’m going to tell Father to replace you as my secretary right now!”
Park Sung-hee shook her head.
“By the way, Mark. How are the view counts on my YouTube interview from yesterday?”
“Sung-guk, you’re asking because you want to brag, aren’t you? There’s no way you haven’t checked that yourself.”
I shrugged my shoulders.
My interview had already surpassed 100,000 views.
100,000 views in a single day on a dying YouTube platform—it was nearly miraculous.
“Mark, starting tomorrow, have the employees gradually dispose of documents and prepare to move to the new office. Maintain strict security…”
“Mi-mi’s already going to the office on Sunday because of that work, and here I am eating breakfast. Even though I, as the CEO, told her to rest on Sundays, she can’t just leave the backlog sitting there.”
“It looks like we made a good choice hiring that defector.”
Mark glared at me intensely.
“Sung-guk, you’re going to end up getting labeled as an exploitative boss later.”
“Mark, that’s why you’re here. You’re the carrot, and I’m the stick, so to speak.”
“Really, boring Sung-guk is unstoppable.”
“Boring? Just because I talked about politics a little? If that makes me boring, half the world would be boring!”
Secretary Park Sung-hee tilted her head as she watched me flare up indignantly.
“Sung-guk, you’re always telling people that they hate the truth when you drop truth bombs on them. But Mark just told the truth, and you don’t like it?”
“….”
I found myself at a loss for words.
Mark, hearing that remark, nearly collapsed with laughter again.
“Boring Jeon Sung-guk! Long live the king!”
I shot up from my seat.
“Tae-guk! Should I call Chairman Jeon Jae-hyung and have Park Secretary fired?”
“Sung-guk, let’s stage a protest to remove Park Secretary!”
It was the last moment where Jeon Tae-guk and I were in perfect agreement.
* * *
The FaceNote office, bustling with moving preparations, was filled with an excited atmosphere.
“Sung-guk, good morning!”
“Good morning to you too!”
As I exchanged greetings with employees while passing by, they looked at me with pitying eyes.
The most sympathetic was Julia Button, Emma Button’s older sister.
“Sung-guk, my sister wanted me to apologize on her behalf. She says her friends were curious about meeting a celebrity, so she just posted it on FaceNote without realizing it would blow up like this.”
[Posted it on FaceNote without realizing it would blow up like that! Her brain really is pure as snow! No wonder she hates political talk!]
I clenched my teeth and forced a smile.
“Julia, don’t worry about it. I’m not hurt by such things. I’ve been in society for so long that I don’t have much to talk about with teenagers.”
“Oh my, Sung-guk really does have a generous heart. I’ll tell Emma to take down that post.”
After parting with Julia Button, I immediately sent a message to Lim Mi-mi.
– Mi-mi, arrange the seating so Julia Button is never in my line of sight again.
[My heart is generous, but my grudges run deep!]
The moment I sent the message, my phone rang loudly.
Who could it be?
It was an unknown number.
I answered the call immediately.
“This is Jeon Sung-guk.”
– Sung-guk, it’s Sergey Brin from Google.
[Ah, the Russian brick?]
Sergey Brin was Google’s co-founder. And he was Elon’s best friend.
Well, later Elon would end up rolling around with Sergey’s wife and cause quite the scandal.
– I got your number from Elon. Sung-guk, you must be busy these days? When you have time, should we grab a meal together?
“How about tomorrow? We can keep an eye on the U.S. presidential election too.”
– Political talk should be with me. Sounds good. I’ve already made a reservation at a restaurant. I’ll send you the location. Let’s meet for lunch tomorrow.
The moment I hung up, Sergey sent me the restaurant’s location.
It was the same place where I’d eaten with the Winklevoss Brothers.
Sergey had managed to book this Michelin-starred restaurant again, which was notoriously difficult to reserve?
I sensed the scent of conspiracy in the air.
* * *
I adjusted my hoodie and walked into the Restaurant with familiar ease.
The Restaurant Manager recognized me immediately.
“Welcome back.”
“It seems easy to get reservations here. Everyone seems to schedule meetings at this place.”
“That can’t be right. Our reservations are booked nearly half a year in advance. Still, we keep a few tables open for our regular customers, and it appears that everyone Sung-guk meets happens to be one of our regulars.”
The Manager guided me back to the same table where I’d dined with the Winklevoss Brothers.
Sergey Brin greeted me with a bright smile, raising his hand.
“Sung-guk, over here!”
“Hello.”
“We’ve met before, haven’t we?”
“Yes, we passed each other a few times at the Forum.”
After exchanging brief greetings with Sergey, I took my seat.
I studied Sergey carefully.
“Sergey, I heard it’s difficult to get reservations here… You must be a regular.”
“I’m not exactly a regular….”
He trailed off mid-sentence, as if realizing he’d made a mistake.
“I suppose when I mention the company name, they reserve a table for me.”
Just as Sergey’s face turned brick-red to match his name, the food began arriving.
“Sung-guk, I watched your YouTube interview—it was excellent. The view count has already exceeded a million, hasn’t it?”
“I’m grateful that people’s interest has shifted to YouTube.”
“Watching you work, it’s hard to believe your age.”
[If you count my previous life, I’ve lived longer than you, Sergey. As your senior in experience, let me give you some advice—don’t trust your friends too much. Especially not Elon Musk!]
I smiled ambiguously.
The way he was heaping on compliments made it clear he wanted something from me.
“Sung-guk, and this time you even predicted the next presidential election after Barack Obama—where exactly does that insight come from?”
“As you saw in the interview, it’s thorough analysis. Barack has the narrative that Americans love. His identity as a Black man. Raised by a single mother, yet a genius who graduated from Harvard Law School. Add to that an attractive appearance and charismatic speeches. It will be difficult for another president with such a compelling story to emerge anytime soon.”
“Sung-guk, you’re truly remarkable.”
[Time to get to the real point.]
“Sergey, a busy person like you didn’t ask to meet just to chat idly about the presidential election.”
“You’re busy too, and I’ve been talking unnecessarily. The truth is… I have a proposal for you.”
I took a bite of the lamb steak that had just arrived while listening to Sergey.
Honestly, I could predict what he was about to say, so I felt no tension whatsoever.
“Sung-guk…. What if you sold FaceNote to Google? Of course, I’d also propose the condition that you and Mark continue operating FaceNote.”
I calmly placed another perfectly cooked piece of lamb into my mouth.
Then I stared directly at Sergey.
“Sergey…. May I ask you a question?”
“Of course. Ask me anything you’re curious about.”
“The Winklevoss Brothers are behind this proposal, aren’t they?”
“Well… that is….”
Your hesitation confirms it.
“How did you know that?”
Sergey Brin had a naive side for a businessman.
[No wonder his wife is having an affair with Elon.]
I took a sip of water.
“To be honest, everyone knows YouTube is hemorrhaging money, and Google is keeping it afloat with profits from their core business. So how does it make sense that you want to acquire FaceNote?”
“I can’t get anything past you, Sung-guk. The Winklevoss Brothers just heard that FaceNote is struggling these days and asked me to inquire. They said they’d invest in Google.”
Google seemed to be having its own headaches with YouTube’s continuous losses.
“Sergey… in that case, would you transfer some of your YouTube shares to me?”
“Sung-guk… you did generate buzz by uploading videos to YouTube, but that was just a one-time thing. Even internally at Google, we’re skeptical about YouTube’s business viability.”
“I just find YouTube fun.”
I smiled brightly.

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