Real Man

Chapter 177:

Chapter 177

What if they could have advanced that time?

If they had spun off at the most glorious time, Hansung Display (formerly LCD Division) could have been much bigger.

Maybe they could have created a win-win situation for everyone, as Director Shin Kyung-wook and the members had wished.

The business with Apple, especially the success of the iPhone 4, had a huge impact on the whole group.

Hansung LCD sales ranked first in the world in all fields: TV, monitor, mobile phone.

That was the time they should have spun off.

But after that, a wrong decision broke the wings of the LCD Division, which could have flown higher.

Click.

Yoo-hyun displayed the past records he had written down when he came back on the monitor screen.

He only picked out the keywords related to Apple.

2008: iPhone 2 launch, iPhone 4 panel pre-negotiation.

2009: iPhone 3 launch, iPhone 4 panel final delivery decision, large-scale investment.

2010: iPhone 4 launch, iPhone exclusive contract acquisition.

Everything turned upside down in 2010, and the optimal spin-off time was 2011-2012, when they were growing.

The time to decide that was next year.

At the same time, he thought of the iPhone 4 panel at the starting point.

-Retina display.

The keyword was this panel, which had received rave reviews from Steve Jobs.

The future would change depending on how he handled this process.

Above all, he had to protect Director Shin Kyung-wook.

He had to save him, who was human unlike a chaebol.

Yoo-hyun, who had neatly organized his complicated thoughts, changed into a refreshed face.

It was another start.

Sometimes he wanted to sweat it out.

Today was such a day for Yoo-hyun.

On Saturday afternoon, he stopped by the gym.

He thought there would be people there.

But the gym was lit up, and no one was in sight.

“Manager, I’m here.”

“…”

Only silent silence answered him.

The door was wide open.

They must have gone out to eat.

“Are you too comfortable?”

Yoo-hyun chuckled and changed his clothes.

A little later, he put on gloves and hit the sandbag.

Bang. Bang.

He felt a pleasant vibration at the end of his fist.

His body was definitely light.

It felt different from just being in good condition.

Something he had been holding back seemed to loosen up.

Thud.

The sandbag shook violently from Yoo-hyun’s kick.

He felt a thrilling weight at the end of his shin.

At the same time, he thought he knew what this feeling was.

It was ambition.

Was it because he was looking forward to meeting Director Shin Kyung-wook again?

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Or was it because of his confidence in the future he would change?

Right now, Yoo-hyun’s chest was boiling with ambition. He wanted to go higher and do better.

It was a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Bang. Bang. Bap-bap-bang.

He hit the sandbag a few more times and sat down for a moment.

Thump-thump.

His heart was pounding and it felt good.

That was when it happened.

Creak.

The door opened and a strange man appeared.

He had a small tattoo on his shoulder and a scratch on the side of his short sports hair. He was an impressive-looking man.

He walked around the gym, looking around.

Then he covered his nose with his hand and blurted out.

“What is this place, a beggar’s den?”

“What are you here for?”

“Why are you asking me that?”

“…”

He snapped at Yoo-hyun when he asked.

What?

Yoo-hyun wondered if he had heard wrong and rubbed his ears.

He even looked around.

He wasn’t sure if this was really the Number One Gym.

Then the man said something more shocking.

“What are you looking at? Hey, moron, go boil some ramen. I’m hungry.”

“What are you?”

Yoo-hyun got up from his seat and asked with a dumbfounded expression.

Then he flared up.

“Hey, don’t you know who I am?”

“Who are you?”

“My name is not cheap enough to be called by the likes of you, bastard.”

Shoo-shoo. Shoo-shoo.

He stretched his hand in the air and spat out some nonsense.

He was in his mid-twenties.

His face looked like a neighborhood thug.

His clothes had the logo of the Shinsegae Gym across the street.

He seemed to have come in the form of a gym exchange.

Yoo-hyun sighed and waved his hand, considering the manager’s face.

“Ha. Just go.”

“Are you crazy? You’re not boiling ramen?”

“I’m going crazy, really. If you want to eat, boil it yourself.”

“What?”

When Yoo-hyun pushed back hard, the man moved his fist with a sound from his mouth.

Shush.

It was clearly a bluffing move.

His fist stopped right in front of Yoo-hyun’s nose.

Yoo-hyun stood there blankly, and the man smirked.

“With this one punch, your nose will bleed, and your eyes will swell up.”

“…”

Whoosh.

He threw a hook and stopped his fist right at Yoo-hyun’s jaw.

“Would you get a concussion from this one?”

“You’re gonna get a real hook if you keep doing that.”

Yoo-hyun said, looking at him as if he didn’t care.

Then he tried to kick him with a high kick.

“This one will knock you out…”

It was obvious that he was just pretending to hit him again.

Yoo-hyun was so amused that he pushed his head forward at the right moment.

Thud.

The man lost his balance and hit his butt on the floor.

He was nothing special, but he had one thing to admire.

He got up like lightning.

He quickly took off his clothes and slapped himself.

“Wow. You bastard, you make me lose it. Cough. Spit.”

He suddenly spat out a phlegm.

Yoo-hyun’s forehead tensed up in an instant.

He had seen many reckless people, but this one was in the top three.

He was that insane.

Yoo-hyun tried to calm himself down and said.

“Wipe it.”

“Why? Want me to spit more? Spit.”

“…”

The second spit was the last straw.

Yoo-hyun walked silently to the front door.

He heard a man laughing behind his back.

“Hahaha. Look at him running away with his tail between his legs. The number one guys are a mess.”

“…”

Yoo-hyun didn’t say anything and locked the door.

Clang.

The man asked him incredulously as he came back.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to teach a mongrel a lesson.”

“What? You want to fight me? With me, Yang Gichan?”

That was when he heard that name.

A name he had forgotten popped into his head.

‘Yeah. Yang Woochan.’

It was the name of his sister’s husband who had tormented her in the past.

He was a scumbag just like this guy.

The old memories that he had erased suddenly came back and he felt a surge of anger.

At the same time, the last thread of reason that he had left snapped.

Without a word, Yoo-hyun climbed onto the ring and threw the spare gloves and headgear to the side of the ring.

Thud.

Yang Gichan knew what that meant.

“Put that on if you don’t want to ruin your face.”

“…You’re a real psycho. You’re going to die if you do this.”

He spat out a laugh and made a gesture of slitting his throat with his hand.

Regardless of what he said, Yoo-hyun put on the headgear and bit the mouthpiece.

No matter how much he beat up the thugs, he shouldn’t hurt his body.

In that respect, Yoo-hyun was ruthless.

“Are you not wearing it?”

“…”

Yang Ki-chan, who climbed onto the ring, kicked the headgear with his foot.

“Wow. You really piss me off.”

“It’ll hurt a lot if you don’t wear it.”

“Get lost, you moron. You’re really dead today.”

Yoo-hyun, who stood on the ring, said calmly.

“Let’s make a promise before we start.”

“What, you bastard.”

“Hitting each other, self-defense okay?”

“There are all kinds of idiots, really. Then can I kill you?”

“Yeah. Go ahead.”

It was the moment Yoo-hyun finished his sentence.

Whoosh.

As expected, he was not a thug for nothing. He threw his fist without even starting. He instinctively ducked his head and dodged it.

“Huh? You dodged? This too… ugh.”

Yoo-hyun counterattacked with a punch as soon as he dodged the second attack.

It was a light punch, but it hit the tip of his chin with perfect timing.

His head shook as he didn’t wear a headgear.

“Hey, wait…”

He tried to take advantage of Yoo-hyun’s carelessness, but he was the one who got hit.

He panicked and reached out his hand to bite him.

That was his misfortune.

Bang.

Yoo-hyun punched him without mercy.

His body swayed greatly as he was hit in the abdomen.

“Ugh.”

The highlight was the kick.

Crack.

Yoo-hyun’s shin hit Yang Ki-chan’s side.

It was a kick that could make the heavy sandbag sway.

He couldn’t stand it.

“Ugh, ugh.”

Yang Ki-chan, who knelt down, vomited on the floor.

Yoo-hyun went to the corner of the ring and brought the mouthpiece and the headgear.

“Put it on.”

“…”

“You’ll die if you don’t.”

As Yoo-hyun grabbed his head and glared at him, Yang Ki-chan swallowed his dry saliva.

It was because the fear he had never experienced before had taken over his mind.

“I’ll give you some time, so put it on properly and get up.”

“…”

“You can’t hit me without it, can you?”

Grit.

Yang Ki-chan, who clenched his teeth, got up from his seat.

‘I was careless earlier.’

It was a big deal that he gave up his chin first.

Now there was no way he would do that again.

He put on his gloves and took his stance.

He was about to make his pro debut, and he couldn’t lose to such a brat.

That confidence made his mind clear.

Now he was determined to win properly.

“Son of a bitch. I’ll beat you up… ugh.”

Thud.

It was when he was about to open his mouth.

A fist flew like lightning and hit his head.

“Shameless… ugh.”

Crack.

Then a foot flew and pushed his abdomen.

Bang.

He fell back nicely because of that.

Yang Ki-chan quickly raised his hand and said.

“How can you hit me without ringing the bell?”

“You hit me first, remember?”

“Hey, I’m down. Don’t tell me you’re still… ugh.”

Thump thump thump thump thump.

Yoo-hyun stepped on him and punched him as he rolled on the floor.

The insult to the gym, the spit on the floor, the annoying face, the unlucky name.

He couldn’t tolerate him who ruined his good mood.

It was perfect.

Yoo-hyun grabbed him as he ran away and hit him again.

Bang.

“Stop, stop.”

“Shut up.”

He didn’t calm down even after hitting him for a long time.

It was then that Yoo-hyun was hitting Yang Ki-chan like crazy.

“What’s going on, why is the door locked?”

Buzzing.

The manager’s voice was heard from the entrance.

Yoo-hyun quickly took off his headgear and threw it away, and also took off Yang Ki-chan’s headgear, who was lying on the floor.

“Take off your gloves. Hurry.”

“My, my hand…”

Yoo-hyun looked at him with a swollen face and said as if he was annoyed.

“Ah, you’re so frustrating. I’ll take them off for you, take them off.”

“Ugh. Ouch.”

“Don’t whine. Hey, this never happened.”

“…”

“You’ll be embarrassed too. Got it?”

Yoo-hyun left him behind and quickly got off the ring.