Chapter 87: The Man Who Shouldn't Be Touched 2
Chapter 87: The Man Who Shouldn't Be Touched 2
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After Jeffrey's riotous visit, Junhyuk was able to live without problems. Jeffrey's side and the Rockefellers' side seemed to be aware of and calculating the amount of power he had. However, there was a limit to what they could do in the middle of Seoul.
Jeffrey had tried his best, and his limitations were apparent. There were no more forced entries, and Junhyuk was able to focus on the company events.
Robotics and ST Capsule's collaboration was a big success. Online, the collaboration project was the thing most talked about. They had scheduled a trial performance, a demonstration of sorts.
Again, the power of money showed its strength. Small and mid-sized companies' events were postponed, and instead they would hold a trial performance of Robotics and ST Capsule's technology at COEX, the Convention and Exhibition Center.
The demonstration would involve every member who had appeared on the broadcast. The guys had already appeared on many TV shows, and they looked excited in anticipation for the demonstration.
Between them, with the exception of the bus driver Jinsu Kim, they had earned their living by being popular. The former soccer player, Manwoo Jung, frequented artsy TV shows, and the painter, Sukho Kim, regained his popularity, and his paintings became very expensive. Chef Chulsu Anh was invited to become the head chef of the Royal Hotel. Joseph Lim used to compete with one arm, but now that he had the metal arm, he started competing professionally again.
He met them inside the waiting room and exchanged greetings. Manwoo spoke first:
"By the way, I didn't see you on any TV shows, Mr. Lee."
"My company is managing me, and I haven't had many opportunities to go on TV," he answered calmly.
"Your company won't let you be on TV?" Joseph, the youngest, asked, and Junhyuk merely shrugged.
"They are just being cautious."
"Hmm. I should've been cautious as well, maybe? Nowadays, I do a lot of TV shows and I'm quite famous, so people recognize me all the time. I'm getting fed up with it."
Chulsu gave Junhyuk a business card.
"When you have time, pay me a visit. I'll treat you to a nice meal."
"I heard about it! You really became a chef at the Royal Hotel."
"That's right."
Chulsu had been a famous chef to begin with. After he lost his arm, he kept applying himself and didn't lose his taste for food and finally returned as a chef. His food was like a work of art, and his skills earned him a spot at the Royal.
Junhyuk took the business card and smiled.
"When I have some time, I'll pay you a visit."
"I'll treat you nicely."
They smiled and conversed until one of the program's workers came in.
"Everyone get outside."
They all followed him outside, and an announcer introduced each of them. An interesting fact was that the announcer was travel variety show host MC Jaehyung Park.
"There was this time when the special program was broadcasted, and when our show came on the air, nobody watched!"
The audience laughed out loud, and Jaehyung Park continued:
"These are the people who threatened the livelihood of our show. Introducing, the painter Sukho Kim!"
Sukho got on stage, and the people stared at him. The screen onstage was showing an image of Sukho before he got his metal arm, and the people watched it quietly. Soon, the screen turned off, and Sukho lifted his hand, and the people applauded him loudly.
"And he who almost became a legend in the soccer world! The athlete, Manwoo Jung."
Manwoo cartwheeled on stage, and everyone stood there astounded as he bowed slightly.
"Former athlete," Manwoo said, showing his metal leg. "This gives me an unfair advantage, so I can't rejoin the professional league."
People laughed hard, and the screen showed Manwoo. The people's attention was focused on him, and as Manwoo was introduced, Jaehyung smiled.
"As for this person, I have, in fact, had a chance to taste his food. I even gave him my signature. He regained his place as a chef, and joined the Royal Hotel. I'm truly glad that I can taste his food again. Let me introduce, chef Chulsu Anh."
Chulsu took the stage, and the people went crazy. They were all exceptional men, but they had also suffered a lot in their lives. The screen depicted their suffering well, and the people were crazy about it.
Junhyuk scratched his head. The other men had a right to be there, but he was not part of the metal model series.
He was mulling over it when someone called him from behind:
"Junhyuk."
He turned his head and saw Eunseo there on her wheelchair. She looked at his earring, smiled and fixed her glasses.
"When did get here?"
"I can't avoid an event like this, but how are you feeling?"
He had never been on a stage, so he didn't know if he had stage fright or not. However, he had killed hundreds of minions and survived the Dimensional Battlefield, so he could endure some attention from random people.
"I'm feeling fine."
Joseph and Jinsu were introduced, and they were about to introduce Junhyuk.
"This guy has become a hot topic lately. First, he helped out our citizens who were in danger, and then he consoled those who were injured in different accidents. He's a caring guy. Because of him, I might lose my job as an MC. Introducing the city's kind hero, Mr. Junhyuk Lee!"
Junhyuk felt embarrassed by the introduction. He nodded at Eunseo and went on stage, waving at the public and standing next to the other members.
When he got on stage, the screen showed him rescuing the people from the bus. It also showed him talking with the other men. He felt embarrassed by the power of TV editing and bowed.
Jaehyung laughed and said:
"They came here today to tell you about the metal series. Then, for the first demonstration, Manwoo Jung."
Manwoo displayed his soccer skills on the stage. He showed great ability, and Jaehyung walked over to him.
"It's like you are in your prime. You wouldn't have any problems in a professional league," he said.
"I miss that. Call me anytime you want to have a match."
The audience was impressed, and the men demonstrated their talents in sequence. Sukhoo painted, and Joseph showed his gaming skills.
Most of them had a demonstrable talent, but Jinsu and Junhyuk had no particular skills, so they helped out the other members with their demonstrations.
However, they weren't finished.
The demonstrations were over, and the metal model series' men went to their booth, signed autographs and took photographs. The metal model required complex installation when using it for the first time, so audiences couldn't experience it first hand.
However, people were still impressed by what they saw. The world would sometimes take an evolutionary leap. Several decades ago, people didn't dream of flying, but now they were breaking the speed of sound and going to the moon!
One of those leaps was at hand, and the people were very excited.
Junhyuk talked to the other men after the demonstration and, afterward, he joined the rest of the people from his company: Eunseo, Sukhoon, the administrative team and the practical affairs team.
Junhyuk's stood behind Eunseo. She was pushing her wheelchair with her hands, and people were curious, but it looked like Junhyuk was helping her.
They went around each booth and saw a team from Robotics, so they walked over and greeted them warmly.
"Long time no see!"
It was Clinton and the Robotics practical affairs team. Junhyuk's eyes twitched. After Clinton recognized his runestone, many unpleasant things took place, and this time the pendant was lost, and he was the the prime suspect!
The pendant was not really lost, but that's what he had told people.
Eunseo was not happy to see him either, but Junhyuk smiled, and Sukhoon stepped forward and greeted him.
"Mr. Clinton, you came a long way."
"This is a big demonstration. I should be here!"
Sukhoon and Clinton conversed, and Clinton looked at Junhyuk.
"It's been a long time."
"Long time."
"Are you wearing your pendant today?"
Junhyuk shook his head.
"Maybe you haven't heard, but it got robbed a while ago."
"Is that right?"
Clinton looked as if he heard it for the first time and seemed disappointed.
"That's unfortunate. I really wanted it."
"It's a family heirloom, so I'll find it."
"Right. Let me know if I can be of help."
"Thank you."
Both teams joined up and moved together, and some reporters took pictures of Sukhoon and Clinton shaking hands.
Junhyuk was obligated to move with them. He was the face of the ad, so he had to accompany them.
The collaboration's demonstration was a big success. Afterward, Junhyuk had to go to a dinner party with the group, and everyone was paying close attention to him.
People gave him shots, but he didn't get drunk. He was extremely healthy, which enabled him to drink more than normal.
After dinner, he felt tired and got a cab. It had been difficult for him to smile the whole time and greet all the different people. He had a newfound respect for famous people.
By that point, he had a nice buzz going on when the phone rang. It was a new number, but he answered and heard a familiar voice.
"Big brother!"
"Hm. What's up with this new number?"
"I'm calling from a payphone just in case."
"Good thinking."
He had been tired, but after hearing her voice, he got reenergized.
"What is the matter?"
"Brother! I have a huge news!"
"Big news? Did you win the lottery?"
"Lottery?! I'm underage!"
"Right," he said and laughed at himself. "What's the big news?"
"My power evolved!"
"Really?!"
Sarang's power was quite unique. She paralyzed her opponents, which had helped him a lot! Every time she had paralyzed a hero, it had decided the outcome of the battle.
He was surprised that her power had evolved, but that wasn't a topic that they should talk about on the phone. Someone could be listening, and he wanted to meet her in person.
"Where are you?"
"Are you coming over?"
"Yes. We should meet and talk."
"Then, meet me at the family restaurant where we ate last time. I'm hungry."
"OK. I'll be right over."
Junhyuk thought he had to work hard, just like the other days. He was far from the restaurant, and he wanted to get there by teleporting to lose anyone who might be following him.
"This is a drag..."