<h4>Chapter 825: Tears of Miura Machines’ Owner President (2) – Part 2</h4>


    The following day, Gun-Ho, Jong-Suk Park, and Yoshitaka Matsui went to Tokyo City for sightseeing.


    They first stopped by Tokyo Tower and enjoyed the great city view that it was offering. They then visited Yasukuni Shrine which always reminded Korean people of their sad and upsetting history. On the way to the next tourist spot in the car, Gun-Ho asked Mr. Yoshitaka Matsui, “Don’t you sometimes miss Mama San Segawa Joonkko in Shinjuku City, Mr. Yoshitaka Matsui?”


    “Why do you suddenly bring her up, sir?”


    “In Shinjuku City, I have my lover, and also you have your lover too.”


    “Haha. Your love is still ongoing, I believe, sir. But mine is already in the past.”


    “Well, still, since you are here, why don’t you see her?”


    “Seeing her wouldn’t do much for both Segawa Joonkko and myself. It’s not like I can spend a lot of money in her bar letting her make money. I can’t afford to have a drink in her bar.”


    “Please make a reservation with her private bar. Let’s have today’s dinner there together.”


    “Huh? You areing too, sir?”


    “Since I’m here too, I need to see Mori Aikko, don’t I?”


    “That... is true..., but I’m not sure if I can join you...”


    “Let’s all three of us go there together and have dinner. Mr. Yoshitaka Matsui, please make a reservation for me.”


    “Umm, sure, sir. I will do that.”


    Jong-Suk Park, who was sitting next to Gun-Ho, asked, “Bro, I could catch the word— a private bar— while you were talking with Mr. Yoshitaka Matsui. What were you talking about with him?”


    “Well, I told him that we should visit a private bar in Japan as well since President Jong-Suk Park is here in Tokyo.”


    “A private bar?”


    “As a man, you should experience a private bar in Japan at least once. Don’t you think?”


    “As far as I know, spending time in a private bar in Korea can cost you a fortune. And, I’m pretty sure a private bar in Japan will be enormously expensive.”


    “It is indeed expensive. That’s why I am going to take you there and let you have fun.”


    “No, bro. You will get ripped off in a ce like that. I don’t want it for you.”


    “You don’t have to worry about it. We are not going to a random private bar, but Mr. Yoshitaka Matsui knows the owner of this bar where we are going.”


    Jong-Suk Park asked Mr. Yoshitaka Matsui, “Mr. Matsui, how much usually should I expect to spend for a one time visit to a private bar in Japan?”


    “Well, I can tell you that it would be more expensive than a private bar in Korea. The food should be more luxurious, and we will see some private dancing performances as well.”


    “A dancing performance?”


    “We will see geisha Odoris who will be dancing along with the melody from Shamisen.”


    “Did you say geisha Odoris? Wow. I would love to see them. I don’t think those brothers— Won-Chul Jo, Byeong-Chul Hwang, and Suk-Ho Lee— haven’t been in a ce like that either, even though they think they are better than me. They wouldn’t even dream about going to a ce like that, knowing that it could cost them a fortune.”


    Jong-Suk Park then nced at Gun-Ho.


    Gun-Ho smiled and looked at Jong-Suk as he thought, ‘Jong-Suk, I recently made 6.5 billion won by repeating the process of buying and selling Dyeon Korea’s stock, and it didn’t take me even a month. It’s not just that I can afford to go to a private bar in Japan, but I can even afford to buy several private bars in Japan.’


    Gun-Ho then tapped Jong-Suk’s back and said, “Don’t worry about it. You are my beloved little brother, President Jong-Suk Park. I want to have you experience a private bar in Japan. You don’t have to worry about a thing. Just enjoy it, okay?”


    “Really, bro? Haha.”


    Mr. Yoshitaka Matsui was talking to someone on the phone in his fluent Japanese. He was probably talking with Mama San Segawa Joonkko at Pine. His voice sounded very manly.


    Once he hung up the phone, Gun-Ho asked Mr. Yoshitaka Matsui, “Did you talk to Mama San?”


    “Yes, sir. When I told her that President Gun-Ho Goo would be there, she was startled.”


    “Really?”


    “She didn’t at first sound very excited when I— her old me— called her, but she sounded thrilled when I told him that I would be there with President Goo.”


    “Haha, is that right?”


    “She asked me how you want to see Mori Aikko during dinner. I told her that since we are going there with another guest, she can just show us her dance performance just like she does to any other customers in her bar.”


    “That would be nice.”


    When it was after 6 pm, the three men arrived at Pine in Shinjuku City, by the rental car— Isis.


    “Irasshaimase (Wee).”


    Mama San Segawa Joonkko was wearing a colorful outfit that day with light makeup.


    “It has been a while, Mama San. It’s good to see you.”


    “President Goo, it’s good to see you too, sir. Pleasee with me. I will show your private room with a tatami floor.”


    Once the three men sat on the tatami floor, Segawa Joonkko gave a full bow to them. She was doing it, maybe because Jong-Suk, who was the first time guest to the bar, was there.


    “I’m Mama San Segawa Joonkko, sir.”


    Jong-Suk Park didn’t know what to say or how to react to thedy owner’s full bow toward him. In responding, he was about to give a full bow back to Mama San when Gun-Ho quickly stopped him by grabbing his nape and said, “Just sit still.”


    After Segawa Joonkko finished her bow, she lifted her head. Gun-Ho said with a smile— Gun-Ho could speak simple Japanese now as he picked up a few Japanese words while dating Mori Aikko, “Mama San, you look ten years younger today. That colorful outfit looks very nice on you. I can tell how beautiful you were when you were younger.”


    “Thank you, sir. Actually, the pattern in my Kimono is Mr. Yoshitaka Matsui’s favorite a long time ago. I chose this Kimono for him today.”


    Mr. Yoshitaka Matsui looked happy. He seemed to be indulging in reminiscence of those old days with Mama San. His eyes were glittering.


    Traditional Japanese food starteding out along with Japanese liquor— sake.


    Mama San introduced the liquor that she chose for Gun-Ho’s party, “This sake is called Kubota Manju. I picked this liquor to serve you during dinner. This was actually Mr. Yoshitaka Matsui’s favorite liquor in the old days.”


    “Really? Well, it seems that everything was set for Mr. Yoshitaka Matsui today here. I guess Mr. Yoshitaka Matsui should pay for today’s dinner.”


    “Me, me, sir? I don’t have that kind of money.”


    Everyoneughed out loud. Mama San Segawa Joonkko covered her mouth whileughing.


    Segawa Joonkko filled up Gun-Ho’s empty ss with Kubota Manju first. She then told him, “I do appreciate, sir, your help with Mori Aikko’s work with the movie shooting in China. Given the current sluggish economy everywhere, the lump sum money that Mori Aikko received from the movie productionpany helped us a lot. Thank you so much. You have been a great help for Mori Aikko and me as well, sir.”


    “Haha, don’t mention it. She got paid for her work. I’m just hoping that the movie seeds.”


    “I was told that you— Mr. President Goo— invested a significant amount of funds in that movie production. This ss of liquor is to wish for your sess, sir.”


    Jong-Suk Park had no idea what Gun-Ho and Mama San were talking about since they were speaking in Japanese. He was just sitting there blinking his eyes with a perplexed look on his face.