I Will Raise This Family to Greatness - Chapter 295

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Chapter 295
The Twitter party was held in a hall at the Trade Center located in Samseong-dong.
Twitter’s logo fluttered everywhere along the path to the venue.
[They really threw money at this.]
Moreover, famous quotes and phrases from celebrities who had used Twitter were plastered all over the place. There were even words that Barack Obama had left during his presidential campaign.
It was true that Twitter had appealed to many people with the advantage of allowing them to express their opinions concisely.
[But Jack, the world has changed. People want to express so much more.]
“Sung-guk, I think that’s it over there.”
Jeon Tae-guk pointed toward the place marked with Twitter’s trademark.
It seemed we had finally reached the party venue entrance.
And at the entrance of the party venue, there was a message like this.
– It was just a few words posted on Twitter that changed the world. Now it’s South Korea’s turn to change history.
“They put some thought into this.”
Lim Jin-seo answered cynically with her arms crossed.
Lim Jin-seo was quicker at shifting her stance than I expected. After leaving Kim Yeo-na and coming to FaceNote, she had been passionately supporting FaceNote.
I turned my head for a moment.
And I instinctively sensed that the moment I had been waiting for was finally approaching.
“So, shall we make our entrance now? William, you’ve spread the word, right?”
“Of course. Though I didn’t do it myself. Samjeon’s secretary team has already leaked our arrival to the press. Twitter might work in the United States, but in South Korea, it’s always Samjeon.”
That was true.
In South Korea, Samjeon always held the upper hand over Twitter and FaceNote.
That’s why I had leaked our arrival to the press through Samjeon’s secretary team in advance.
It was to direct the spotlight of this party toward me.
At that moment, a massive crowd surged forward in front of us.
I could see the tall figure of Lucas among the crowd.
“Just! Just!”
Just stood on the photo line and greeted the reporters as the complete group reunited for the first time in a while.
“Hello, we’re Just!”
But there was no trace of their youthful freshness from before.
Instead of the young and vibrant Just, they were now just a group of handsome middle-aged men.
Camera flashes went off here and there, and reporters’ questions followed.
“There’s speculation that the Twitter advertisement targets Sung-guk, the founder of FaceNote from ‘Five Men and a Baby Basket,’ is that correct?”
“That’s classified information, as you know, reporter.”
As the handsome Jae-hyun answered with his signature eye smile from before, laughter erupted from the reporters.
“Look over here! Beom-seon! Over here!”
“Michael, there were rumors of discord between you and Sung-guk back then. It would be awkward if you met today, wouldn’t it?”
A reporter brought up the rumors of discord between Michael and me.
Michael shrugged with a sly smile and grinned.
“There was no discord, but how could Sung-guk remember back then? He was crawling around in diapers at that time.”
[Michael, what are you talking about? I remember everything!]
At that moment, a reporter who had spotted me called out.
“It’s Jeon Sung-guk!”
“No way! The CEO of FaceNote!”
Of course, this entire situation had been orchestrated through the Samjeon Group’s secretarial team.
Just would receive the spotlight first, and then the next spotlight would fall on me.
These reporters were all pre-arranged contacts as well.
I ran my fingers through my hair, which the Stylist from the Samjeon secretarial team had specially styled.
Then I waved my hand dismissively with a somewhat bashful smile.
“I’m just here as a guest today.”
At that, the reporters’ clamoring erupted from all directions.
“Sung-guk! Can we get an interview?”
“How about a photo? Please?”
“Sung-guk, could you stand on the photo line?”
“Sung-guk, look this way and smile for us!”
But I slipped away from the photo line and headed toward the entrance.
It was a gesture of sorts—embarrassment at receiving the spotlight that should have gone to Just. Of course, this too was all calculated.
At that moment, the reporters swarmed after me.
This was also part of the anticipated scenario.
As a result, the event coordinator rushed over to me.
“You’re the CEO of FaceNote, Jeon Sung-guk, right? The reporters all want to cover you, and if you have time, could you stand on the photo line? The reporters keep following wherever you move, and the event is falling apart. Please, I’m begging you!”
I declined once more with an awkward expression.
“I’m sorry. I’m just attending this party as a guest.”
“Please. If the photo line collapses because of this, we’ll be in real trouble. I’m asking you again.”
[The first refusal is always expected. This is the second time now….]
I tilted my head slightly with a troubled expression.
“Well, I suppose I have no choice. I’ll stand on the photo line.”
“Thank you. Thank you so much.”
The event coordinator quickly guided me to the photo line.
Jeon Tae-guk, following behind me, whispered from the back.
“Jeon Sung-guk, aren’t you being a bit too modest?”
“William, is this really an occasion to dress up so finely?”
When I put on a Gucci suit, Jeon Tae-guk had selected a different suit, deliberately avoiding the highest-tier line from Gucci’s collection.
On top of that, he’d even received makeup from the Stylist.
He looked slightly more refined than usual, that was all.
“Sung-guk, I should stand on the photo line too. I’m the heir to the Samjeon Group, after all.”
“But right now, you’re an employee of FaceNote.”
“I know, I know. Still, I’m one of the important figures who should be on the photo line, aren’t I?”
[That’s not a decision I get to make, Jeon Tae-guk.]
Just then, the event coordinator gestured to us.
“CEO Jeon Sung-guk, this way please.”
As Jeon Tae-guk pressed close behind me, the event coordinator quickly intervened.
“I’m sorry, but we’ll need you to wait here.”
“Wait here? You don’t know who I am? Surely not?”
At Jeon Tae-guk’s question, the event coordinator could only blink.
“I… well… who are you?”
“Are you seriously asking because you don’t know?”
“Yes… I’m sorry, but I really don’t know. Who are you?”
Jeon Tae-guk barely managed to answer, barely containing his anger.
“I’m the successor to the Samjeon Group!”
“Pardon?”
There was no way the event coordinator would recognize Jeon Tae-guk, the successor to the Samjeon Group.
I quickly made a request to the coordinator.
“I’ll stand first, and then I’ll do the photo line with William Jeon, who is both the successor to the Samjeon Group and an employee of our company. Is that alright?”
“Ah, yes. We’ll proceed that way.”
Jeon Tae-guk’s face flushed red.
I patted Jeon Tae-guk’s shoulder.
“Just wait a moment, hyung.”
“Got it, Sung-guk.”
Then I stepped onto the photo line with a shy smile.
Camera flashes erupted from all directions.
Simultaneously, reporters shouted from everywhere.
“Sung-guk, look over here!”
“Over here too!”
“Just one smile for us!”
The reporters shouted as if calling out to idols.
I began striking practiced, measured poses while basking in the reporters’ enthusiasm.
A shy smile. Click.
A bright smile. Click.
A confident expression. Click.
My photos would undoubtedly dominate every portal site in South Korea under various headlines.
At that moment, one reporter shouted loudly.
“CEO Jeon Sung-guk, could you pose with Just?”
Simultaneously, I heard Just being called as they had just stepped down from the photo line.
[Now this is finally showtime!]
Just looked at me with a bewildered expression.
Everyone seemed slightly taken aback seeing me at twenty years old.
[Why have I never seen such a handsome man before?]
I quickly called out to Just.
“Come on up here!”
In contrast to my bright face, Just’s expression was noticeably dimmer.
Not only had they lost their spotlight as Twitter’s main models, but they also had to be photographed in the same frame as me—young and handsome.
I could see Just hesitating.
But if they refused to take a photo here, Just would inevitably become known as the ungrateful group that rejected a meeting with the baby who had made them stars.
[Come on up, guys! I gave everything I had to make you stars back when I was a baby, so now you need to make me a star!]
Tae-hyung, the leader, said something to the Just members, and they all came back to the photo line with awkward smiles.
Beom-seon patted my shoulder affectionately.
“Sung-guk, it’s been a while since New York, right? I’ve heard about you often from Mu-hyuk hyung.”
“You’ve been well, hyung?”
[Back then, I was dating the eldest of the Hyojin Group… but it didn’t work out.]
Actually, it was Beom-seon who had introduced me to Bang Mu-hyuk.
The camera shutters of reporters capturing the scene of Beom-seon and me whispering intimately to each other clicked in succession.
“Sung-guk, come over here. Do you remember me?”
[Michael, how could I forget you?]
Michael made an exaggerated gesture and embraced me.
[Michael, still only thinking about himself.]
The cameras watched our every small movement.
“Would you stand in the center, Mr. Sung-guk?”
One reporter shouted.
Just looked uncomfortable.
Tae-hyung smiled awkwardly and tried to stop the reporters.
“We’re just greeting each other.”
“Mr. Sung-guk, please come to the center.”
Despite Tae-hyung’s words, the reporters wanted me to stand in the center.
And that was exactly what I wanted.
At that moment, Beom-seon grabbed my arm and pulled me to the center.
“Sung-guk, stand in the center.”
“That’s right, Sung-guk is the main character now!”
Lucas also pushed me toward the center.
And I stood in the center of Just, smiling brightly at the reporters.
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Jeon Tae-guk drank beer prepared at the party venue with an expression of frustration.
“How can they only shoot the Samjeon heir for 10 seconds! Does that make sense? Ms. Lim Jin-seo, does that make sense to you?”
“I think they probably felt one shot was enough.”
[Exactly what I’m saying!]
For the reporters, one photograph of Jeon Tae-guk—the heir to the Samjeon Group and current FaceNote employee—visiting this Twitter party venue was sufficient.
[To have star power like mine, you’d have to be reborn.]
I said nothing.
I had certainly proven my star power today.
And this was the advertisement for FaceNote that I had planned.
Jack Dorsey walked over from a distance.
Jack Dorsey’s face was darker than usual, and anyone could tell that things weren’t going according to his plan.
I took a light sip of beer and held up my glass to Jack Dorsey.
“Jack, this beer tastes great.”
[Especially today—it’s particularly delicious, wouldn’t you say, Jack? And it’s free, too.]
“Sung-guk, you really did some proper advertising today, didn’t you?”
[You’re only realizing that now, Jack?]
“Advertising? What do you mean?”
I deliberately played ignorant.
“Sung-guk, there’s no reason for you to pretend not to know with such an innocent face. Everything today was planned, wasn’t it?”
“Jack, I simply accepted your invitation.”
[Jack, you brought all of this upon yourself.]
I shrugged my shoulders.
Jack Dorsey seemed to be growing increasingly irritated by my composed demeanor.
“Sung-guk, abandon the delusion that people in the world want to ramble on endlessly about themselves on their SNS!”
Jack Dorsey was rapidly losing his composure.
“Jack, you should also abandon the delusion that people simply want to express their thoughts concisely within a few hundred words.”
“What?”
“In this day and age, everyone wants to express themselves freely. But how could that possibly fit into just a few hundred words?”
“Are you insulting Twitter right now, Sung-guk?”
“Wasn’t it you who insulted FaceNote first, Jack?”
Neither of us backed down, and the attention of those around us turned toward us.
But I already knew.
Who the true victor of this confrontation would be.

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