Chaebol Family
Min-jun turned on the computer.
He might have saved things related to himself on the computer instead of writing them down on paper.
However, the computer files were also entirely filled with materials related to cars and car racing.
Min-jun, who had been at a loss for a moment, soon changed his expression.
Since he had the excuse of memory confusion from brain surgery, taking his time to figure things out didn’t seem like a bad idea.
‘Right, let’s not be too hasty.’
Min-jun gave up on searching for more materials and opened a notepad, jotting down his memories as they came to him for now.
Human memory was finite.
He was afraid he might forget as time passed.
Above all, he knew the future.
He didn’t know how it would be used right now, but he knew it would be a great help in living his life going forward.
Min-jun’s expression turned bewildered as he typed on the keyboard.
Now that he was actually writing it down, it was all just memories related to the USA and the military.
If I had known this would happen, I should have returned to Korea a little earlier…
Just then, the housekeeper informed him that dinner was ready.
He went down expecting a harmonious meal with his family, but only his mother was sitting alone at the dining table.
“Your father must have a lot of work.
He called to say he’d eat with your brother before coming home.”
“I see.”
Min-jun’s only sibling was his brother, who was ten years older.
Jang Yeong-jun, whom he had met when he came to visit him in the hospital, was the epitome of a model student.
After graduating from the business administration department of Hanguk University, the top university in the Republic of Korea, he had even given up studying abroad in the USA to help their father and receive management training.
They ate together amidst a sense of disappointment, but because his mother kept deboning fish and placing it on his plate, he ended up having to eat two bowls of rice.
He disliked fishy things, but he silently accepted and ate it.
It wasn’t because it was delicious, but because he wanted to feel more of his mother’s devotion.
Even though he had gone to bed late writing down memories of his past life, his eyes opened early in the morning.
Despite coming to a different time period, the habits ingrained in his body from his usual lifestyle seemed to still remain.
Since he was up, he went outside.
When he went to the front gate, the newspaper and milk had been delivered.
As he gathered them and headed back to the house, someone was walking over.
“Huh?
Young Master.”
“Good Morning.”