Story of a Big Player from Gangnam

Chapter 267: Tokyo Planning (1) – Part 2Gun-Ho felt like other patients in the room kept staring at him and Mori Aikko, so he closed the curtains to have some privacy. Mori Aikko handed an album to him.

Gun-Ho opened the album to find the pictures of Mori Aikko in Kimono. She was posing for pictures on a bridge and in a bamboo grove. In one of the photos, she was looking up to the sky with an umbrella in her hand.

“It’s a pictorial book made to attract more visitors to the park. The pictures were taken in Arashiyama, Kyoto.”

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“Really? You look so beautiful.”

Gun-Ho kissed on the pictures of the photo album.

After having lunch, Aikko fell asleep, and Gun-Ho left the room quietly and took a walk on the street. After visiting the Gekkoji temple nearby, Gun-Ho hurriedly came back to the hospital. It was almost 3 pm when Mori Aikko’s surgery would start. Aikko was still sleeping in the room.

Her surgery didn’t take long. It was simple, short and painless. It was laparoscopic surgery performed under anesthesia. Once the surgery was completed, the nurses moved Mori Aikko to a first-class room as Gun-Ho previously requested. Gun-Ho kept watching Mori Aikko’s face while sitting next to her bed before he eventually fell asleep.

How long did he sleep? Gun-Ho opened his eyes and looked at Mori Aikko. She was still asleep. She looked pale. She looked like the sleeping Snow White in a children’s storybook. Gun-Ho lightly pressed his lips against hers. At that very moment, someone knocked on the door. Gun-Ho was frightened and jumped out of his chair.

“I brought the patient’s meal.”

Aikko opened her eyes when she heard someone talking. Her meal was clear-colored porridge prepared by the hospital.

“How are you feeling? Are you feeling any pain?”

“No, I’m okay.”

“Get some of this porridge. You have to eat something.”

Gun-Ho spoon-fed Aikko, and Aikko ate her porridge as if she was a baby bird being fed by her mother.

The next morning, Gun-Ho woke up in his New Otani Hotel room in Akasaka. It was already after 9 am.

“It’s already 9 am. What time did I come back to the hotel last night?”

Gun-Ho quickly put some clothes on and headed to the restaurant in the hotel.

“I must have been really exhausted yesterday.”

Gun-Ho had some white-rice porridge and some fruits before walking out of the restaurant.

The hotel already started being crowded. Gun-Ho could see a lot of men in a business suit in the lobby. There was a sign right next to the stairs; it said ‘conference room,’ and those men in a suit followed the sign and went upstairs.

“Tsuru? Maybe it is the name of the conference room.”

There was a room with a sign—Tsuru (a crane) on it, and the door was slightly open. Gun-Ho looked inside the room. There was a huge banner hanging on the wall. It said,

[Year 201x OO Group’s New Executives’ Orientation]

“Hmm. This company is doing an orientation for their new executives here. Well, I heard that the founder of Samsung, Byung-Chul Lee used to have a meeting for his branch offices’ presidents here in Tokyo pretty often.”

Gun-Ho came back to his room and had a cup of coffee while looking out the window. He could see Japan’s State Guest House.

“The founder of Samsung, Byung-Chul Lee used to come to Tokyo at the end of every year and make a plan for the next year. People call it Tokyo Planning. I read it from some newspaper.”

Gun-Ho was lost in thought while having a cup of coffee.

‘GH Mobile, GH Development, Dyeon Korea, and GH Media… How am I going to operate all of these companies?

Once Dyeon Korea opens its door, I will have to hire at least 100 workers for it. It will add another huge group of people to my employees. What am I going to do with them… As GH Mobile brings more and more sales revenues, each department started demanding more workers. The number of employees of my companies keeps increasing.

However, none of my companies have a unique product or invented product. Can a company survive for 10 or 20 years without its own patented product?’

Gun-Ho took out a cigarette and started smoking, then cast his stare out of the window again. He looked just like President Byung-Chul Lee when he was planning for his companies for the next year.

Gun-Ho was deeply lost in thought; he even forgot to smoke but he was just holding a cigarette. After a while, he nodded his head as if he made up his mind.

No one knew what Gun-Ho planned for his companies while he stayed in Tokyo.