Originally, the plan was to invite the directors over two days, but like Director Park's case, when unexpected delays occurred, the schedule had to be extended over three days to accommodate everyone.
The result was a huge success.
Except for one or two directors, the rest withdrew their opposition.
According to Min young, the one or two who maintained their opposition did so only for face-saving reasons. In reality, they barely contained their laughter and left.
A Korean beef specialty restaurant near Hannam-dong.
The junior colleagues had been excited all day about the dinner and celebration planned after work.
A luxurious restaurant.
The juniors, unfamiliar with such an expensive at restaurant, looked around, not daring to even peek at the nu.
"Senior, are we really eating here?"
"Boss, aren't we going bankrupt if we eat here? It looks very expensive."
Jiyoung, from the Departnt of Painting, opens the nu, his eyes widening.
"Whoa! 67,000 won for 130g?"
Jiyoung whispers, his face turning red.
"Seniors, let's just leave? The cheapest at is 43,000 won for 130g, and that's hardly a few slices. Let's just stick to pork belly..."
Yeongju slaps Jiyoung on the shoulder and exclaims.
"Shut up, man. The boss is treating us big ti because we worked hard. Hey, waiter! The most expensive dish for eight servings per table!"
We are 12 in total, three tables. Eight servings per table make 24 servings. If it's the most expensive shrimp at at 67,000 won per serving, the at alone costs over 1.6 million won.
Yeongju boldly announces.
"Hey, forget soju and beer! Today, we're going with premium Jinro! Madam! Two bottles of premium Jinro for each table."
The juniors look at in shock instead of Yeongju.
Understandably so, as Yeongju may be ordering, but I'm the one paying.
Just a month ago, I was trembling over a 400,000 won bill for pork belly.
But now, I feel as relaxed as a chaebol's youngest son.
I take a sip of water, smiling at the juniors, who are staring at , and say.
"Eat up, and then eat so more. If anyone eats less than three servings, they're not going ho."
As my words fall, beautifully colored at arrives on the cart and is set on the table, but the juniors still dare not grill the at.
Seeing this, Yeongju personally goes around the tables, placing the at on the grill.
"Hey, you know this at is expensive, right? If you don't eat it and it burns, it's your loss."
The at turns a lovely brown color, looking mouth-watering.
Yeongjeong quickly grabs the at with tongs, flipping it over.
"This kind of at should be flipped imdiately after touching the fla and eaten sliced!"
Yeongjeong cuts the half-cooked at with scissors, dips a piece in sesa oil, and looks around. Seeing Yeongju and I smiling pleasantly, she lifts the at and says.
"I'll! Try it first!"
The at disappears into her mouth.
Yeongjeong closes her eyes and shivers.
"Amazing!"
No need for fancy taste descriptions.
But at Yeongjeong's word, chopsticks fly in a frenzy.
The juniors devour the at like possessed, all exhibiting similar reactions to Yeongjeong.
"Wow, is this at? Then what have I been eating all this ti?"
"Unbelievable! I chewed twice and it disappeared!"
"I've never had this before. I want to bring so to my mom. She would love it."
Hearing the last junior, I look at Yeongju. Quick-witted, she quietly goes to the counter. Without saying, she must be asking for raw at to be packed for the juniors to take ho.
As the alcohol arrives, the kids fill up Yeongju's and my glasses as a start. Yeongju gestures to say sothing. I'm not used to this. I stand up, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Even as they put down their chopsticks to ensure the expensive at doesnt burn and hold their glasses, the juniors look at .
I et the eyes of the adorable juniors and say.
"Hey, as I said before, thank you for coming when things were tough. The ceiling painting was a tough job, but you all worked on it without complaints. Im really grateful."
I sneak a look at Yeongju, who seems to signal to say all that needs to be said. Ah, Im not used to boasting like this.
"Uh, also."
The juniors wait, holding their glasses.
I spoke with a slightly embarrassed face.
After discussing with Director Seo Young-ju, we thought that employing our hardworking juniors at the minimum wage wasn't right. So, um, we've decided to raise your salaries.
The eyes of the juniors widened.
The amount was just over 2 million won a month. It might seem small, but it's a significant sum for those preparing for employnt.
As the room quieted down, Young-ju stood up with his glass.
Let's guess! How much of a raise is it?
Yeong-jeong, who was the first to eat the at, caught on to Young-ju's mood-lifting attempt and shouted.
10% raise!
Young-ju exaggeratedly shook his head and raised his thumb.
No, No! Up! Up!
This ti, Ji-yong raised his glass and shouted.
20% raise!
No, No! Up! Up!
Another junior joined in.
30% raise?
No, No! Up! Up!
Young-ju encouraged them to guess higher with each 10% incrent. As it passed 80%, the faces of the juniors changed. From initial excitent to disbelief.
After building up the atmosphere, Young-ju raised his glass for a toast.
Lets clink glasses!
The sound of glasses clinking filled the air, followed by Young-ju's voice.
"It's a 100% increase, you guys!"
The room bursts into exclamations of awe.
After quickly downing their drinks, the junior colleagues excitedly chatter about how much they'll earn with a 100% salary increase over the next three months.
With a salary over 400, each will take ho slightly more than 12 million won over three months.
It's not the praise but the money that's making the whales dance.
The juniors repeatedly ask Youngju and if it's really true before finally believing it after several confirmations and starting to clink their glasses and chat among themselves.
After pushing my portion of the at to the juniors, I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. After just washing my hands and coming out, Youngju, who was leaning against the corridor wall, playfully taps my chest with a smile.
"Our boss. I know you've got a lot of side inco, but can you afford the at?"
I smile, looking at the juniors voraciously eating at at our table from a distance.
"It's not like I'm paying for it anyway."
Youngju laughs and pats my shoulder.
"But still, you're raising their salaries with your money."
"What's my money? It's all given to take care of the kids' welfare."
"Bullshit, welfare. It's just a bribe, hehe."
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