The Youngest Son of Sunyang

The words of the elderly lady served as a signal as the employees straightened their posture.

It didn't take long to understand the meaning behind what they had said about me not being rude.

The staff members remained immobile, not making a single move.

The Ilsung Group women slowly examined the displayed products, evaluating them among themselves. They didn't summon the employees to ask questions, try on the clothes, or try them on their bodies.

Only when they were really pleased did they raise their hands to call the employees. Asking questions or anything else was done in a low voice.

Easy things in this world don't exist, I thought.

After about ten minutes, a slight brush of wisdom came.

It wasn't a big deal, but standing like this continuously was tiresome. It was boring to the point of feeling like I would die. Finally, I began to yawn, and I was caught by one of the young ladies.

She laughed lightly and flicked her fingers.

One of the employees standing next to me was about to rush forward, but she raised her finger to point at me.

When a customer calls, especially a VIP customer, isn't it our duty to rush over like a bullet?

"Yes."

"How about this?"

As soon as I came closer, she pointed to a necklace and asked.

"It's very lovely."

The women who were whispering just moments ago fell silent and started looking at me. Our employees looked flustered as if they didn't know what to do.

Oh, I made a mistake.

"It will suit you very well."

Now, everyone began to giggle.

"Mom is right. This young man is interesting."

With everyone showing their amusement, a female employee rushed over. She, too, spoke with a smile.

"Sterling silver, 36 inches long, with a diameter of 19mm, an easy and convenient design for wearing. It's an elegant, sophisticated, and bold design that evokes the spirit of New York women. This collection embodies the power, sense, and energy of New York City, and the sleek design with continuous and natural lines highlights the utilitarian design unique to hardware."

With a product description flowing like a clear stream, everyone, except me, nodded their heads.

What was impressive was that there are several necklaces similar to this one. Explaining a necklace like that, like water running through, means that she had memorized all the features of the product.

There are probably over a hundred products in this living room, and memorizing the description of each one, as shown in the company brochure, is no different from an actor memorizing drama lines.

I'm the only one surprised. The employees' memorization skills and the fact that everyone nods even when she throws such abstract words.

Unable to hide my surprised expression, the lady of the house eventually commented, somewhat uncomfortable.

"What's the matter? Is there a problem?"

"Oh, no, there's nothing."

"But why? Is there an issue, you guys?"

The lady of the house looked at the displayed products.

"No way. These are artworks that flew in on a chartered plane a few days ago."

A startled employee stammered and said, clapping their hands.

I couldn't just stay silent and let things go south.

"I'm sorry, Madam. It's my first time, so I'm a bit inexperienced. Please forgive me for my lack of knowledge."

"First time? So, the head of Jin's company sent a rookie out? How dare he?"

Is the rule in this business that they can forgive mistakes but not ignorance?

I quickly gestured to the employee. "Oh, Madam. Director Jin Do-Jun is Chairman Jin's nephew. He's come along today to observe."

When she revealed my identity, the expressions of the ladies changed. They appeared to be making great efforts to hide their surprise.

"Let me apologize once again. I should have received more thorough training, but time was a bit short." This time, I bowed even lower.

"If he's Chairman's nephew, does that mean he's the Sunyang Chairman's grandson? How many grandsons does he have?" Chairman's lady asked with a gentle expression.

"He's the youngest."

"The youngest... Well, I heard a rumor that he got into Seoul National University Law School... that he was a top 10 student nationwide...?" A middle-aged woman who seemed like a daughter-in-law inquired cautiously, and I scratched my head.

"That was a long time ago. I'm not going to school much now, and my brain has hardened. I couldn't even understand the explanation of the artwork I heard a little while ago. It was incomprehensible. Haha."

She discreetly raised her nose, and the two young ladies began laughing, but when the lady of the house gave them a look, they raised their hands to cover their mouths.

"I see. To be honest, I didn't understand what they were saying either, but... does it matter? If it's pretty and you want it, that's what counts."

The lady of the house lightly smiled and started pointing at the products.

"I'll take two of these floppy hats... and a few of this perfume. I think that's enough for me. You guys should pick as well."

The chairwoman was the first to finish her shopping and came over to me, grabbing my hand.

"I'll leave the rest to those kids. How about you, my interesting young friend? Would you like to have tea with me?"

She led me away from the watchful eyes of the others, to the corner of the living room and a couch.

"So, what grade are you in now?"

"This year is my last year."

"I see. Are you planning to work at the department store?"

"Nothing's decided yet. No need to rush, right?"

"Did you need the Seoul National University diploma? Did you graduate and study abroad?"

Why is she asking me so many questions? Is she curious about something specific? Is she trying to determine if I'm part of the succession plan for the Sunyang Group, or just a pauper hoping to get some inheritance? Or maybe she's contemplating a potential marriage?

I'm sorry, but that's not an option. Your granddaughter is going to be the future First Lady.

I must've inadvertently revealed it on my face.

"Why are you laughing like that?"

"Oh, I apologize. It's because of the hat that Madam purchased earlier."

It's the only way to handle it, and it's also a test to figure out what kind of person this lady is.

"Hat? The floppy hat?"