You can also call me Nuna

Chapter 94 You can also call me Nuna

In his previous life, after Jung Do-hoon and Minatozaki Sana confirmed their relationship, he rarely visited Noh Jae-heon anymore, only coming over for a short while during holidays. However, Noh Jae-heon's support for Jung Do-hoon never diminished because of this.

Upon seeing Noh Jae-heon again after many years, Jung Do-hoon was momentarily dazed.

He was younger than I remembered and more talkative, and we chatted about many everyday things at the dinner table.

The bottle of Moutai that Jung Do-hoon brought was divided up by Lu Zai-xian, Lu Su-ying, and Cui Min-zhen, while he and Park Ya-jung, who were seated together, drank red wine, saying that they shouldn't interfere with the young people's other activities after drinking.

Park Ah-jung wasn't used to drinking baijiu (Chinese liquor), so she was happy to drink red wine with Jung Do-hoon.

Lu Suying just finished her divorce proceedings with SK's head, Choi Tae-won, last year.

In this divorce case, in order to reduce the amount of property he could give to Roh So-young, Choi Tae-won revealed shocking information about the Choi and Roh families from years ago. For example, there was a sum of money that Roh Tae-woo claimed was allocated to SK for acquiring companies, but Choi Tae-won said it was money that SK bribed Roh Tae-woo.

Even someone as protective of his reputation as Roh Jae-heon was implicated. The National Assembly had previously asked him and Roh So-young to appear and explain a series of issues, including whether they had set up companies overseas to assist Roh Tae-woo in money laundering.

A divorce case has caused the Cui and Lu families to completely break off relations.

Bringing up these things at the dinner table isn't a big deal, since the whole of South Korea already knows about it anyway.

Jung Do-hoon and Park Ah-jung simply sat to the side, listening quietly. When elders discuss matters that involve both family matters and their own interests, it's clear they aren't treated as outsiders.

Of course, the discussion was limited to criticizing Choi Tae-won.

Choi Min-jeong drank the fastest, and by the end of dinner, she was already quite drunk. Park Ya-jeong had no choice but to help her back to her room to rest and temporarily leave the table.

So, only Lu Zaixian, Lu Suying, and Zheng Daoxun remained at the table.

"Min-jung said she was even considering leaving the military and returning to SK for your sake, just so you could prove her worth, but she's doing quite well in the navy."

Lu Zaixian sighed, then looked at Zheng Daoxun, not at his sister, and said to her, "Your children are all good. But you should also consider their situation. Do you think that stingy Choi Tae-won would be willing to give Min-jung any shares? Why not let her develop step by step in the navy? I can help her out then."

Is this the strength of Yixin Hui's descendants?

Even someone like Jeong Do-hoon, born at the end of the century, only knew about the Isshin-hwa from television news or dramas.

"Why should I try to persuade her? It's fine if Min-jung wants to go back to SK. If my child doesn't fight for the inheritance, am I supposed to leave it to that bitch's daughter?"

Lu Suying was also a bit tipsy, her eyes were red, and she suddenly grabbed Zheng Daoxun's wrist: "Daoxun, in my eyes, you are also a child. Tell me, am I a failed mother?

She was really drunk.

How could Zheng Daoxun possibly evaluate Lu Suying?

He gave an awkward laugh.

Fortunately, Lu Zaixian intervened in time: "You've had too much to drink, go back and rest. You can't even speak properly."

The nanny helped Lu Suying back to her room, and in the end, only Lu Zaixian and Zheng Daoxun, the old man and the young man, remained at the dining table.

The two went out into the courtyard to smoke, and Jung Do-hoon handed him a menthol cigarette: "Want to try some?"

"Fancy and frivolous." Lu Zaixian laughed and cursed, exhaling a breath of stale air. "Alcohol, a little can enhance relationships, but too much will lead to trouble. Back in the day, Park Chung-hee—"

At this point, the two smiled silently.

Perhaps if Park Chung-hee hadn't given his subordinates a stern dressing-down at the National Intelligence Service dinner back then, perhaps none of these later events would have occurred.

"You've been busy with the bid to host the World Expo lately, haven't you? Are you confident about it?"

"Uncle Zai Xian, if I were to say that I could accomplish this on my own, that would be an exaggeration of my initiative."

"You kid—you didn't waste your time studying abroad, did you?" Lu Zaixian took a drag of his cigarette. "In my opinion, it's impossible to get things done. With the government so small and the government so powerful, what big things can they possibly accomplish?"

Jung Do-hoon smiled and simply told Noh Jae-heon that the Busan City Government wanted to obtain funding from the Blue House.

As for the undercurrents between factions, this old fox should have his own judgment.

"Yoon himself is not a member of the National Power Party, and the party leader Han Dong-hoon's foundation is not as deep as his. Moreover, the two are not working together. Yoon is currently in a lot of trouble and wants to protect himself, but he cannot do without the support of the National Power Party. If he wants to consolidate his position in the National Power Party, he will definitely try his best to win over those who are close to him in the National Assembly."

Listening to Lu Zaixian's words from the perspective of a reborn person, Zheng Daoxun felt even more that he was a very clear-headed person.

Looking at his guess from the results, it was basically correct.

After Yoon completely lost control at the end of 24 years ago, the first person to jump out and impeach him was Han Dong-hoon. From then on, the country's power was divided, and the pro-Yoon and pro-Han forces fought each other.

Zheng Daoxun simply lowered his head and listened silently.

Even with his two lifetimes of experience, he was just a young man in his thirties before his rebirth, practically a greenhorn in the political arena.

"That's getting off-topic; these aren't things you should be thinking about right now," Lu Zaixian steered the conversation back on track. "What are your plans now?"

Jung Do-hoon flicked his cigarette ash and said calmly, "The Blue House wants to win over the Donggyeong circle, that's a consideration from above, but the Ministry of Foreign Affairs can't jump in along with them. If there are problems with the use of funds in the future, the responsibility won't be traced back to someone who explicitly opposed it."

Lu Zaixian nodded slightly: "So you're going to make a cut, but how will you control the force?"

Zheng Daoxun looked up at him, but did not rush to answer.

Lu Zaixian lowered his voice slightly, no longer sounding like an elder concerned for a junior, but rather like a seasoned observer analyzing the situation: "The parliamentary elections haven't happened yet. Until then, everything is uncertain. If you speak too definitively at the joint meeting, someone in Busan will definitely relay the message to the Blue House. At that point, you won't just offend Busan, but the entire sphere that tacitly approves of this."

This was also Jung Do-hoon's concern; his earlier suggestion that Bae Dong-young analyze why Yoo Ji-min was more suitable to be the brand ambassador was just a joke.

He couldn't be so naive as to do something so stupid at a joint meeting.

Moreover, by supporting Yoo Ji-min, wasn't he also putting Kim Min-jung down under his feet?

"Leave all the issues to the process," Jung Do-hoon smiled. "Selecting artists from Busan isn't impossible, but it's not entirely feasible either. We'll evaluate the candidates first, take some time, and then use that time to establish a reasonable voting mechanism—"

In short, the strategy is to procrastinate.

We must persist in dragging this out, uphold procedural justice, and skillfully utilize the power of rules and procedures.

Lu Zaixian remained silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed and finished the last bit of his cigarette: "Dohoon, you are much more experienced than I thought. When I was your age, I was really not as good as you."

"Not at all, Uncle Zai Xian's opinions are all very valuable, and I still have so much to learn."

"Your idea is good, I have no further comments to offer."

At this moment, Park Ah-jeong settled Choi Min-jeong in and came out of the villa.

Lu Zaixian patted him on the shoulder and said finally, "Daoxun, before you leave, let me give you a few more words."

"Uncle Zai Xian, please speak."

"You're already very mature. Just add a bit more youthful vigor and move forward boldly. Don't be too hesitant or try to please everyone. As long as you don't make any fundamental mistakes, we'll all give you a push when the time is right—Dohoon, you might go even further than I expect."

A fundamental error?

Zheng Daoxun lowered his eyes slightly. The only major mistake he made in his career in his previous life was probably related to one person.

"Uncle Jae-heon, I've settled Min-jeong in~" Park Ah-jeong, carrying a small handbag, came up to the two of them and smiled gently.

"Alright then, this old fellow won't disturb your nightlife any longer." Lu Zaixian waved his hand. "I won't see you out either."

Jung Do-hoon and Park Ah-jeong watched him return to the house before walking out side by side.

"Dohoon".

"Hmm?" Zheng Daoxun responded.

Park Ah-jeong shook her head: "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask if you've had too much to drink."

"It's alright. I don't seem to be very tolerant of red wine; I get dizzy easily, but I'm probably not drunk." Jung Do-hoon put his hands in his pockets, slowed his pace, and matched Park Ya-jung's steps.

"Do you have any other plans for tonight?"

There were no other plans, but someone was waiting for him at the convenience store.

Zheng Daoxun shook his head: "The most important arrangement is to hire a designated driver for Ya Jingnu to take you back safely."

"Eh~" Park Ya-jeong pretended to be very cold, crossed her arms in front of her chest, hunched her shoulders and touched her elbows.

Looking at Jung Do-hoon again, her eyes cleared a bit: "How about this, in our daily lives, you call me Noona, and I'll call you Do-hoon. At work, we'll still use your titles. By the way—how are you getting back?"

The two walked to the convenience store, and Jung Do-hoon stopped and looked at the woman inside who was dozing off with her head propped up on her hand: "My driver."

"Just a driver?"

"Why don't you confirm it with her?" Zheng Daoxun shrugged.

Park Ya-jeong smiled.

Jung Do-hoon went in and patted Bae Soo-ji on the shoulder.

Bae Suzy looked up at the man who had appeared beside her and softly exclaimed, "Why did you end it early—?"

He probably guessed that he had been waiting here all along, right?

"Don't you still have questions you want my opinion on? Then hurry up and come out."

"I thought you wanted to give me your opinion quickly~" Bae Suzy's legs were a little numb, and she stood up with Jung Do-hoon's help.

Her gaze also fell on Park Ah-jung outside the convenience store. She had just seen her not long ago; they were together.

Bae Suzy inexplicably felt a tightness in her chest.

"Let me introduce you. This is my colleague, and also one of my nouna, Park Ya-jeong. Ya-jeong nouna, this is—"

Bae Suzy extended her hand and shook hands with Park Ah-jeong. Composing herself, she smiled at Jung Do-hoon: "You can also—just call me noona." Bae Suzy then looked at Park Ah-jeong, "Hello Ah-jeong, we met not long ago. I'm the one responsible for taking Jung Do-hoon back—um, a designated driver?"

She winked at Zheng Daoxun.

Who could possibly hire Bae Suzy as their chauffeur? Park Ah-jeong smiled and said, "Nice to meet you two—you two have quite a good rapport."

"Hey! Jung Do-hoon, you actually said I'm your designated driver?" Bae Suzy lightly punched Jung Do-hoon's arm.

"They said he was the driver."

"So it wasn't a designated driver, it was your family's driver?" Bae Suzy emphasized the second half of her sentence.

One more chapter is being written. I've also written 10,000 words today, so it'll be a bit late.