I Will Raise This Family to Greatness - Chapter 393

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Chapter 393
Steven Spielberg wants to see me?
I had a vague sense of why.
It was because he was in the process of producing a film based on me as the model.
[I saw that movie in my past life too!]
Of course, in my previous life, it was a film where Mark Zuckerberg, not me, was the protagonist.
It was also a film that had completely turned Mark Zuckerberg into a trash character who only knew success.
[But this time it will be different, Steven Spielberg. Because I’ve made Mark into a real person in this life.]
Knock. Knock.
I heard the knock, and Jeon Tae-guk poked his head inside.
“Sung-guk, you were muttering something in here—what’s going on?”
“Brother, it looks like Dennis’s short film turned out well. The response is apparently pretty good.”
“They say even a snail has the talent to roll, so I guess Dennis can actually shoot a decent film.”
[Jeon Tae-guk, that’s not something you should be saying.]
“And… Steven Spielberg is coming to Korea to meet me.”
“What?”
Jeon Tae-guk’s eyes just blinked in disbelief.
“Steven Spielberg, you mean…?”
Without realizing it, Jeon Tae-guk was pointing his finger at the empty air.
It was the iconic scene from Steven Spielberg’s legendary film.
“Yes, that famous director. Oh, and brother, this is absolutely secret. Steven Spielberg is coming because he has something he wants to discuss quietly with me.”
“Sung-guk… Every time something like this happens, I really feel the fact that you’re a celebrity. I’m merely the heir to Samjeon, but you’re a global star…”
[You’re just realizing that now, you frog in a well?]
I shrugged my shoulders.
Then Jeon Tae-guk immediately teased me.
“Of course, the problem is that you know all too well how great you are…”
“Brother, I need to watch all the films he’s directed before Steven Spielberg arrives, so could you close the door for me?”
“Sung-guk, let’s watch them together. Steven Spielberg films are best watched together. Actually, should we go to a movie theater for this opportunity?”
“There are no Steven Spielberg films currently showing.”
“Then just ask them to screen one.”
Jeon Tae-guk called Secretary Park Sung-hee.
“Park, it’s me. Can you arrange for us to watch one Steven Spielberg film every night starting tomorrow at CGJ? …Yeah, got it. Pick the one closest to our home.”
Then Jeon Tae-guk hung up the phone.
“Sung-guk, starting tomorrow, let’s watch one Steven Spielberg film each night at Yongsan CGJ.”
At times like this, it really seemed like there was nothing Samjeon couldn’t do in South Korea.
* * *
“Sung-guk, I’m also a huge Steven Spielberg fan.”
“Me too. My favorite film of all time is Indiana Jones. Sung-guk, I even have the Indiana Jones DVD collection.”
Sam and Adam, both Americans, were more than happy to watch Steven Spielberg films.
“Sam, Adam. Why don’t you both come watch the films with us after work?”
“Wow, that’s amazing. We should get popcorn too.”
Adam’s face was already flushed with excitement.
“You’re going too, right Sam?”
“Of course I’m going, Sung-guk. But wouldn’t it feel a bit empty if we watched that movie by ourselves? The theater is pretty big, isn’t it?”
“This isn’t a regular screening—it’s a special private showing just for us, so we can’t invite more people.”
“I see….”
Sam scratched his head.
At that moment, a thought suddenly occurred to me.
[What if we held a Steven Spielberg special retrospective?]
In situations like this, having Jeon Tae-guk, the heir to the Samjeon Group, seemed like it would solve everything.
* * *
Today, Jeon Tae-guk was the first one standing in the Company Cafeteria with his tray.
I quietly got in line behind him and casually struck up a conversation.
“Brother, what’s on the menu today?”
“I’ve been craving salmon rice bowls lately, so I requested it.”
“Brother, but isn’t it a bit embarrassing for you to be standing here first like that?”
“Sung-guk, when the boss gets up to grab lunch quickly, the employees below can eat their meals in peace too.”
Jeon Tae-guk picked up the freshest-looking salmon rice bowl and headed to his seat. I followed him.
Of course, wherever Jeon Tae-guk and I passed, the employees parted ways like the Red Sea splitting.
“It’s strange how the employees act. I’m the heir to Samjeon, but wouldn’t it be so nice if we could eat together and relax? Don’t you think?”
“Brother, employees just want to feel at ease during their meal times.”
“By that logic, aren’t you also someone they try to avoid?”
“Well, eating with someone as naturally perfect as me might give them indigestion.”
Jeon Tae-guk shook his head.
“Such a show-off. Anyway, you’re going to watch the movie this evening, right?”
“Brother, actually I had a favor to ask.”
“I had a feeling… I didn’t even call you, yet you came straight to eat with me.”
“What if we held a Steven Spielberg retrospective at CGJ Cinema as part of this opportunity?”
“A retrospective?”
“Everyone in South Korea loves Steven Spielberg anyway. His films air on TV during holidays, but sometimes people want to watch them on the big theater screen, you know?”
Jeon Tae-guk smiled slightly.
“Sung-guk… do you know something?”
“What is it, brother?”
“Whenever you ask me for something, you always attach very logical reasons to it?”
“A request should have proper justification.”
“How about next time you don’t bother with reasons? Just say it like this: ‘Brother, I want to watch this movie in a theater. With people~’ How does that sound?”
[Why is Jeon Tae-guk suddenly acting like this?]
I looked at him with suspicious eyes.
Jeon Tae-guk smiled warmly and started eating his rice.
“I’ve always envied your family. Min-guk throwing tantrums is cute. Ji-hee being a show-off is cute. I think I’d grant all your requests if you just talked to me like a normal younger brother.”
[Jeon Tae-guk, why are you really like this?]
I took a sip of water.
“Lunar New Year is the day after tomorrow, isn’t it? Father and Mother are each traveling to different places. Mi-jin is away in New York… I just wish I had a younger brother like you.”
“Brother, if you say that again… you’re just trying to say you want to come to our house on Lunar New Year and hang out, aren’t you?”
Jeon Tae-guk winked.
“You caught me?”
“You’re so transparent that it doesn’t even feel like I caught you. Anyway, Sam and Adam are coming to our house for the ancestral rites, so you should come eat rice cake soup too.”
“Then I’ll propose holding a Steven Spielberg exhibition at CGJ right away.”
Jeon Tae-guk began slurping down his salmon rice bowl.
I felt like I understood Jeon Tae-guk’s loneliness a little.
Within the Samjeon Group, family was nothing more and nothing less than business.
Children born from relationships forged through strategic marriage were taught competition rather than brotherly affection from childhood.
To claim the throne, one had to step over blood siblings to rise.
But!
[I was your older brother in my past life, so I can’t act like a spoiled younger sibling. That will never happen, Jeon Tae-guk!]
* * *
Inside an airplane heading to Korea.
Dennis Chazelle glanced at the story Steven Spielberg was writing in the seat next to him.
It was a story about Sung-guk.
“Steven, are you trying to write a story about Sung-guk?”
“Yes, he’s a fascinating person… When did you become friends with him?”
“Since university. Sung-guk entered Harvard incredibly early.”
“I’ve heard about that. He’s no ordinary genius. He graduated at the top of his class from Phillips Academy, which is notoriously difficult… and I heard he was high school classmates with a friend named Mark. Is that right?”
“Yes, that’s correct. I heard Mark was not only his high school classmate but also his roommate for all three years in the dormitory.”
“Hmm….”
Steven Spielberg stroked his chin thoughtfully.
Dennis Chazelle subtly probed Steven Spielberg’s intentions.
“Steven, how are you planning to approach Sung-guk’s story?”
“From what I hear, it seems like this friend Mark wrote all the programming for FaceNote?”
“Mark is a programmer, but I heard that Sung-guk was the one who conceived FaceNote itself in high school. Sung-guk was entirely responsible for attracting investment and commercializing it. I witnessed the entire process from beside him.”
Dennis Chazelle answered with confidence.
Indeed, Dennis Chazelle had witnessed this entire process in the Harvard dormitory.
Steven Spielberg nodded slightly.
“I find it strange that Sung-guk met Mark, and moreover, he fully supported you… why does all of this not feel like coincidence?”
“What do you mean by that, Steven?”
“It feels like everything was planned.”
Dennis Chazelle looked at Steven Spielberg with a bewildered expression.
“Life isn’t something that can be planned, is it?”
“One of the books I’ve been finding interesting lately is called 【Those Who Remember Their Past Lives】.”
Dennis Chazelle listened intently to Steven Spielberg’s words.
“In that book, those who remember their past lives recall their previous incarnations, but according to various theories, it seems possible that as the timeline shifts, one could be born in the past from the future.”
Dennis Chazelle barely suppressed a laugh that threatened to escape.
Yet perhaps Steven Spielberg’s films emerged from such whimsical imaginings.
“Steven, that seems like quite a stretch.”
“The world is full of things that seem impossible. I’m someone who enjoys imagining those seemingly impossible things… and Sung-guk is a remarkably fascinating person in that regard.”
“Steven, once you meet Sung-guk in person, you’ll see things differently. He’s… well, he’s smart but also entertaining. And he’s genuinely scatterbrained too.”
“Scatterbrained?”
“Yes!”
Dennis Chazelle was certain of one thing: Sung-guk was far more scatterbrained than he’d expected.
* * *
“Brother, how are we going to handle this situation?”
Jeon Tae-guk hung his head before me like a man who’d committed a crime.
“No… I just forgot about it.”
When Jeon Tae-guk had contacted CGJ to organize the Steven Spielberg retrospective, he’d made sure to reserve seats for us—but the theater had sold out completely.
As a result, Sam and Adam were now in danger of missing the film despite having already bought popcorn.
“Sung-guk, you should have told me beforehand to reserve seats.”
[Jeon Tae-guk really couldn’t be trusted for a single moment…]
I’d rushed to the cinema straight after work, only to find we had no seats available.
Adam sighed heavily and placed a hand on my shoulder.
“Sung-guk, let’s just go home and watch it there. We have the Indiana Jones DVD, remember?”
In the end, my plan to review the film at the cinema before Steven Spielberg’s arrival had come to nothing.
“Sung-guk, think of it as doing something good for others. I never dreamed the Steven Spielberg retrospective would be this popular. Steven Spielberg is here in Korea—wouldn’t he be happy seeing this kind of response?”
“Sigh… Where am I supposed to find my happiness?”
I exhaled deeply.
“Sung-guk, I already told Secretary Park Sung-hee to have a screen installed in the living room.”
“That’s right, Sung-guk. We already bought popcorn, so watching it on the screen in the living room will feel just like being in a theater.”
Adam tried his best to console me.
I reluctantly turned around.
“Let’s just go home and watch it then…”
At that moment, my phone vibrated loudly.
Dennis Chazelle’s name appeared on the screen.
I quickly answered.
“Dennis, what’s going on?”
– Sung-guk, I just arrived at Incheon Airport.
“Dennis, you’re already here?”
In that instant, I slapped my knee.
I’d mistaken the arrival date on the plane ticket Dennis had shown me for the departure date.
Then I heard Dennis Chazelle’s laughter-tinged voice.
It sounded like he was telling someone about me.
– Steven, see? I told you Sung-guk is this scatterbrained!

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