24 episodes. What kind of situation is this?

Were my words a shock?

Everyone had a bitter expression on their faces and didn’t look into my eyes.

they know it too

Although I came to the factory to make money and participated in this party for the purpose of making friends, what I really wanted to do in a foreign country was that it was not such a pretense.

Working holiday is not all about earning money to travel and learning English.

More importantly, learning the culture.

However, if the mind is not different from that in Korea, it is impossible to accept the culture of another country.

“I don’t care.”

A person came out who expressed his opinion as to whether he was reminded of an open mind.

Then, one by one, they began to speak.

I’m noticing it, but I’m still talking about what I’m going to say.

The majority opinion was that it was not uncomfortable.

Of course, there were also a few opinions that they didn’t want to see it because it looked full of pretentiousness.

“Just because I don’t want to see you doesn’t mean I can’t get in my car, right?”

“Okay. It’s hyung-chan. I’m just saying that’s my opinion.”

I shrugged and looked at Shin Jeong-hoon and Kim Ha-min.

The two of them had dark expressions on their faces because they didn’t go the way they wanted.

“Now that this has been said about me, let’s point out one more thing.”

When I get lucky, people’s eyes come and go back and forth between Kim Ha-min and Hee-seon.

It was the eyes that thought the main event had begun.

“There are strange rumors circulating these days… I’m telling you for sure here, but I don’t have anything to do with Hee-sun, so I hope everyone doesn’t misunderstand. Hee-sun, don’t you have anything to say?”

“……”

No, I’m embarrassed, why aren’t you talking?

That was then.

“Brother, help me.”

Jihyun grabbed my arm.

“I’ll buy you some more drinks.”

huh? suddenly? at this time?

“Go quickly.”

Jihyun pulled me out of the room by anti-forced force.

“Hey, why?”

“Hey… can’t my brother just pretend to be ignorant?”

“What do you mean, that? You want me to ignore you?”

“No, he… I had some business with Hamin oppa and Hee-sun.”

“Work? What?”

“Hey, Hamin oppa went to Heesun’s house a while ago…”

According to Ji-Hyeon, Kim Ha-Min started to aggressively attack Hee-Seon after coming to In-Ham.

Hee-sun didn’t like it either, but he said that he had dinner together a few times and went shopping.

But one day, he took Hee-sun to the house late at night, and he said that he had to go into the house.

The problem was that what Hee-sun said was, ‘Would you like to go in and drink coffee?’

Kim Ha-min tried to kiss her as soon as she entered the house.

“Isn’t “I want to go for coffee” the same as “I want to go eat ramen?”

“What’s the mathematical formula for dating? So, you’re saying that we want to eat ramen together is the same thing as Jazzang?”

is not it?

“It’s because Hee-sun was thankful for taking me out at such a late hour. I was also worried that she would drive drowsy.

That’s it. I didn’t know either.

Anyway, it’s complicated, between men and women.

“So? What does that have to do with my ignorance?”

“Hee-sun said that he likes you on the spot.”

“Eh? What?”

“No, I’m not saying it’s really good. I was so embarrassed that I made excuses to get out of the place without knowing it. I’m sorry for my brother.”

“……OMG.”

“Oppa gave Hamin oppa a room in the past. Maybe it was because of that memory that he only thought of him. I apologize for him. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, but why are you apologizing? Uh-huh…”

“……”

“But am I not too hogu to be silent like this?”

Rumor has it that I am the one who separated the two.

Hee-sun sold me because he couldn’t deal with it decisively on the spot, and I became an easy-to-use hogu.

To Kim Ha-min, he has definitely become an enemy.

It’s ambiguous to say that it’s a relationship, but the very existence of a man that the woman I like likes is inevitably annoying.

“Now everyone knows the rumors aren’t true.”

“Huh? How?”

“You said earlier that you had nothing to do with Hee-sun.”

“Only with that?”

“I also said that Ferrari was my brother’s car. Now that he’s a rich man, the rumors will change.”

“Eh?”

Jihyun smiled and continued.

“You’ve become a man full of charm even if you’re alone. So, people will know that Hee-sun is rich and love her, right? Hamin-oppa is going to become an ugly man who is jealous of such an older brother.”

There is a lot of noise today.

Rather than revealing a lie with the truth, is it a lie on top of a lie?

And that it happens only because there is a lot of money…

“Wait. So you’re saying I’m not attractive without money?”

“Are you okay? No, I thought you were okay even when I didn’t have money? How about you, brother? I’m not okay?”

Jihyun smirked as she tucked her hair behind her ears.

It’s true that noona says that pretty women are blunt…

I thought it was half joking and half serious.

Well, it’s not bad for a woman to look at a man’s wealth the way a man looks at a woman’s face, but I want it to be pure love.

Goodbye, innocent Jihyun-ah.

“Get out of here.”

It’s sad to say

Of course, Jihyun is doing this because she knows that I am rich, but I also know that loneliness also played a part.

Living in a foreign country, it’s strange that it makes people so lonely.

Maybe that’s why Koreans hang out with each other and crave the opposite sex, I don’t know.

***

Time has passed since the potluck party.

Rumors have changed according to Jihyun’s words.

Hee-seon abandoned Kim Ha-min and became a year without a concept of liking a rich man (I said that it was better because even if the truth was revealed, it would seem like I was playing with Kim Ha-min.)

Kim Ha-min became a jealous man who couldn’t forget the woman who had gone to a rich man.

Another tag was attached to me as well.

Like a third-generation chaebol or someone who won the lottery.

Among them, what most people believed was that I was the heir of a company called Harim.

So, it was rumored that he was working at Inham to experience the system of developed countries.

“Hey, aren’t you the Crown Prince of Harim?”

“Shut up, ma’am.”

“Heo Eok! A lowly bastard like me is against the Crown Prince’s intentions. Please kill me.”

“Don’t do it, you idiot!”

“Kill-quill, that’s fun. But aren’t you really a chaebol?”

“It’s not.”

“Well, there’s no way a chaebol like you is a chaebol. A chaebol shouldn’t even be cheap… Huh? Do you think you’re a chaebol?”

“Oh, no! Don’t do it!”

“Kick-kick, okay.”

Park Yoo-hyeon, however, teased me whenever he had time.

But he didn’t really ask what my family was like and how I rode a Ferrari.

In the end, when I asked him why he didn’t ask, he replied:

“If you don’t tell me, there must be a reason. There’s no reason to gossip about someone else’s private life, right?”

Then he tells us what that means for our relationship.

It turns out that Park Yoo-hyeon was often misunderstood because of her appearance.

When I was young, I was good at fighting, but I was treated like a kid because I couldn’t study. As an adult, I think that I’m not suitable for MMA because of my large size but innocent impression, or lack of ferocity, I don’t enjoy watching matches, etc. Useless rumors It is said that there were many

So Park Yoo-hyeon was the only friend I saw riding a Ferrari without wearing sunglasses.

murmur murmur.

I was resting in the break room, and one side was making a lot of noise.

Serial killers working on the Kill Floor.

It was a place where Southeast Asian friends gathered.

“What’s going on?”

“Well.”

I couldn’t understand if he spoke a native language other than English.

Others were curious as to what was going on.

Then Park Yoo-hyeon stood up.

This guy has a good personality, so he is friendly.

Not only in the Red Zone, but in the White Zone, there was no one who didn’t know.

“Hey, Siracha.”

Without hesitation, I approached by calling out my Thai friend’s name.

Then, after chatting for a while, he returned to his seat.

“What’s going on?”

“No, it’s not that there’s something wrong, and they’re talking because they’re vague too?”

“What’s wrong?”

“The chickens seem a little strange.”

“chicken?”

“Yeah. The chickens that have recently come in seem strange. Some people feel it among themselves, and some people don’t, so it must be confusing.”

In ham, tens of thousands of chickens are processed per day.

I haven’t counted them accurately, but maybe it’ll be around 50,000 or 50,000?

Even if they’re a killfloor worker, they don’t kill that many chickens with their own knives.

The first thing to do is to go into the arterial cutting line and deal directly with those who don’t die there.

Still, I think that maybe a few hundred birds per person would kill their own breath.

“How are you weird?”

“Um, should I say that it’s not energetic? There seems to be some lack of strength in picking the seedlings of the chickens that survived the automatic line.”

“Is that all? It’s probably different for each chicken. Whether it’s particularly healthy or long silk.”

“Yeah, but something subtly different. How did you feel? I don’t know.”

I also shook my head.

We, too, would have known if the difference was severe, as we are hanging workers who directly hang fresh chickens on rings.

But I didn’t feel anything strange.

‘What will you do from above?’

We passed it on unnoticed.

Even if it’s a chicken factory, Inham is a conglomerate.

No other chicken-related company in Australia can compete with in-ham.

Inham is a company that started out as a feed for horses and poultry.

Starting with that, he bought a farm, took over a processing plant, and became the current Inham.

So, the company controls the whole process of hatching, feeding, raising, slaughtering and processing eggs.

How many experts are there?

But after a few days,

Day by day, the number of chickens in stock is starting to decrease.

Only then did people remember what the killfloor workers had said in the break room a while ago.

Is it supposed to be a feeling that cannot be described in words?

Only those who deal directly with life felt it.

“Do you think this has something to do with what the Kill Floor kids say?”

“It seems like the time is right.”

“Did you hear anything from the other kids?”

“No. Tommy didn’t know, and the other line supervisors didn’t know either.”

It was just frustrating because I couldn’t tell you exactly what the situation was.

Why are you frustrated?

The less time we work, the less money we get.

In Australia, it’s weekly, not monthly.

Instead of earning a month and living for a month like in Korea, you get paid every week.

The basic salary is roughly $20, and workaholics pay an additional $4 because they are casual jobs (part-timers). In the afternoon class, as night work is included, 23% of the basic salary is added. If you work 3 hours of overtime, 150% of the basic salary is paid.

Just give, give more, give more.

So how important is this time?

Even if you have 1.1 billion won in your bankbook, the value of your work is recognized and the money you receive seems to be worth your sweat.

“Huh? Tommy. Are you coming this way?”

At Park Yoo-hyun’s words, I turned my head.

Obviously, Supervisor Tommy was approaching us.

“Jin, please follow me for a moment.”

“Me?”

“It’ll take a while.”

Following him, there was Joshua, a white-haired grandmother, Hoho.

This is the woman I interviewed during the on-site interview.

“Welcome, Jin.”

“Yes, it’s been a while. But what’s going on?”

“I have a question for Jin. I heard that Jin is the heir to a famous poultry company in Korea. Is that true?”

Oh? What kind of situation is this?

“As far as I can remember, during the on-site interview, Jin’s parents must have said that he was the chicken… owner.”

Why don’t you skip the restaurant in the middle, you bastard!

Suddenly, the son of a local chicken restaurant became the heir of a giant chicken company.

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