Chapter 350 ·I'll Just Pay for It (3)?

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Pay for It (3)

Inside the department store.

Despite the closed day announcement hanging outside, the place was full of customers.

The invitation standard for private shopping was for Black Membership customers who spent at least 20 million won annually.

Even with this limited requirement, the number of visitors was considerable.

"Wow..."

"Who's that?"

"Unbelievable."

Customers browsing around soon murmured in admiration. At the end of their gaze, Lee Gyeongbok and Yang Gyuri were entering, guided by an employee.

"I've never seen that hoodie before. What brand is it?"

"Ah, I think I've seen it somewhere..."

"The design is really pretty."

"No, isn't it just because he's super good-looking?"

Because Yang Gyuri had secretly invited him, Lee Gyeongbok didn't even know there was a VIP event today. So he just wore comfortable clothes—his own goods, a purple Perfect hoodie.

However, even with his simple attire, Lee Gyeongbok's good looks couldn't be hidden.

"Oh? Is he being escorted?"

"Then he's got Platinum membership?"

"How much was that?"

"I think you have to spend at least 40 million won for it..."

Not all VIPs were equal. Depending on one's spending, there were grades even within the VIP level.

"Hungry, right? Let's eat first."

"I'll guide you."

At Yang Gyuri's words, the employee politely took the lead. As they approached, people quickly averted their eyes but kept sneaking glances.

Soon, another wave of surprise rippled.

"Aren't they headed to the private elevator?"

"Is that the Prestige area?"

"Wow... they really are VIPs."

"I couldn't make 60 million even if I scraped everything together."

This was another marketing tactic of the department store. By providing differentiated benefits, they made customers aspire to higher VIP grades and encouraged spending.

But this marketing also—

"If that hoodie is what that level of VIP wears, it must be a total luxury brand."

"No wonder, the fabric looked different."

"Perfect Common Sense? Is that the brand?"

"I've never seen it in the luxury section..."

"Maybe you have to do an overseas order?"

—led to unexpected misunderstandings.

* * *

After stepping out of the elevator, Lee Gyeongbok was puzzled.

'This isn't the place we made reservations for...?'

The place they arrived at wasn't a restaurant. He wasn't fluent in English, but he could tell that "VIP LOUNGE" didn't mean restaurant.

Meanwhile, Yang Gyuri naturally settled by the window. Lee Gyeongbok also took a seat across from her.

"Ma'am, what about our meal..."

"They'll serve it here."

"Here?"

"You saw down in the basement, right? Even though it's private shopping, there are so many customers."

Indicating below with her finger, Yang Gyuri continued speaking.

"The restaurant's packed too, wouldn't it just be chaotic there? So I asked them to prepare it here."

"I thought the lounge was just for coffee and dessert?"

"That's right. So I had to make a request. Ah, here they come."

Just as Yang Gyuri said, a staff member brought the food. She smiled as she spoke.

"We'll go check your present after eating this."

"Ah, okay. Enjoy your meal."

It was unfamiliar to Lee Gyeongbok, but he began eating. They chatted idly during the meal.

"I didn't know you enjoyed shopping so much, Ma'am."

"Eh, I'm not a VIP here."

"Huh?"

Lee Gyeongbok was confused. How was she getting VIP treatment when she wasn't a VIP?

"I got some help from people I know who are VIPs."

"Oh, so if you're a VIP you can extend the benefits to someone else?"

"No, the rules say VIP benefits aren't transferable. But some people have 'flexibility,' so it's fine."

"Ah... Flexibility."

Lee Gyeongbok nodded. Yang Gyuri's network was more impressive than ever.

Wiping her lips with a napkin, she smiled.

"But it's not like I'm broke or anything, so you don't have to worry."

After finishing their meal, they stood up. Lee Gyeongbok thought they'd go back down to the store by elevator, but—

"Gyeongbok, it's not that way."

Yang Gyuri smiled and led him in another direction. With an employee's guidance, they entered a certain room.

"Welcome."

A waiting coordinator greeted them politely. Lee Gyeongbok greeted back and looked around the room.

From sharp suits to watches and wallets, all sorts of luxury items were displayed.

"Ma'am, this is...?"

"Ah, this is what they call the personal room."

Satisfied at Lee Gyeongbok's surprise, Yang Gyuri explained.

"In the store, it's hard to change clothes and there's always waiting. So I requested this separate service."

She then looked at the coordinator and spoke.

"Please recommend a suit for him. Something good, since he does business."

"Yes, understood."

Lee Gyeongbok interjected.

"Uh, Ma'am, isn't this a bit too expensive?"

As the two spoke, he glanced at the price tags. The basics were in the millions, with some items over ten million won.

"It's way too much for a gift. And I still have the suits I used for work."

Yang Gyuri smiled gently at those words.

"Gyeongbok, do you think what you wore back then and now are the same? For business meetings, you need at least one good suit."

"Well, most meetings are online these days, so I'm fine."

"Really? Then, can't you use it online?"

Yang Gyuri turned to the coordinator, prompting her.

"No, these days luxury brands give avatar codes as well."

"See? You can use it, can't you? Get one."

She quickly grew serious.

"I know that you, Gyeongbok, are a luxury—all by yourself. The problem is, there are people everywhere who don't realize that. Haven't you met fools who judge only by surface appearances?"

There's a saying: the clothes make the man.

However, some people only saw the "clothes."

"I don't care if they do that to me. But someone talks down about my Gyeongbok? Oh, how could I face your mother-in-law later?"

Checking him over calmly, she continued.

"You're not just a salaryman anymore, right? You're the CEO with employees."

"Well, yes, that's true."

"Then you have to dress accordingly. You represent your employees."

Thinking of his friends and employees, Lee Gyeongbok hesitated.

'She's not wrong.'

No matter how much fun they had, team Perfect was not just a high school club. What he was doing was business, strictly speaking, and he had employees to be responsible for.

'So she means it's not luxury, but investment.'

In business, dressing well isn't about style. It's a tool—to convince the other party of who you are.

Deciding, Lee Gyeongbok took a breath, smiled, and bowed gratefully to Yang Gyuri.

"Okay, then. Thank you—I'll gratefully accept. Please recommend something."

At his words, both Yang Gyuri and the coordinator beamed.

* * *

Lee Gyeongbok tried on various suits. The coordinator carefully took mental notes of each look he tried on.

But it put her in quite a dilemma.

'What should I do...?'

She had dealt with countless VIPs, but this was her first case like this.

She couldn't see a clear answer.

'How does every single thing suit him so well?'

All the outfits looked so good it was impossible to declare a winner. Thus, it was hard to make a recommendation.

'I can't suggest more than this.'

Even for VIP clients, there was a limit. Changing clothes repeatedly was labor.

They say "anything is the hardest to choose."

She understood it afresh.

But "anything" wasn't meant as a bad thing. Any suit prepared would suit Lee Gyeongbok perfectly.

Still, as a coordinator, that was not a phrase to mention.

"My goodness, how does everything look so good on you, Gyeongbok? I can't possibly choose."

Yang Gyuri was of the same mind, but felt at ease. The coordinator smiled at her words.

"I'm not saying this just to boost sales—the fit is just perfect on you."

It was time to reach a conclusion. The coordinator decided to open with genuine praise.

"Normally, with off-the-rack suits, people try them on and then get them tailored. But for you, it looks like it's already been tailored."

Recommending a product, ultimately, was about persuading the customer. And nothing was more convincing than fact itself.

"Put it this way: your body proportions are like a mannequin's, no—better than a mannequin's. That's why everything looks amazing on you."

"Then let's just buy them all," said Yang Gyuri with a satisfied smile.

"No, that's too burdensome. I'll just get one suit,"

Lee Gyeongbok quickly interjected.

Hearing this, the coordinator's eyes darted. She needed to select the most "persuasive" suit among those he'd tried on.

"Let's see, considering your age, I'll exclude anything too classic. If you're only getting one, you'll want something with versatility. I recommend the 'Essential' line. It isn't too expensive either."

She instinctively knew the person paying was Yang Gyuri, but the decision-maker was Lee Gyeongbok.

Checking the price tag in response to her suggestion, Lee Gyeongbok's eyes widened.

"Six million won isn't expensive?"

"Oh... that's the jacket alone. One whole set is in the ten million won range, but with the 10% VIP discount, it'll be plenty for nine million."

"Not even ten million? Then shouldn't we get a watch too?"

While the two hesitated, Yang Gyuri upped the ante from the side.

"No, no. This is enough. Any more and I'll really feel overwhelmed. I'd have trouble facing you, Ma'am, if you do more."

"All right, all right. We'll just go with that one."

With Yang Gyuri's laughter, the coordinator secretly breathed a sigh of relief. As she was about to start preparing, Lee Gyeongbok approached.

"Uh, could I ask a favor?"

"Yes, yes, of course! Please go ahead."

"It's just..."

As Lee Gyeongbok whispered, the coordinator nodded repeatedly.

"Understood. I'll prepare it right away."

"Thank you."

After she left, Yang Gyuri asked curiously.

"Gyeongbok, did you need something else?"

"Yes, so I asked for a favor."

He replied with a smile. Soon the coordinator returned with the new suit.

But it wasn't just a suit she brought.

"Ma'am, which one do you like?"

The coordinator brought luxury handbags as well. Standing by, Lee Gyeongbok spoke.

"My goodness? What's all this?"

Yang Gyuri blinked at the question.

"It's my turn now."

Smiling, Lee Gyeongbok explained.

"Just like there was something you wanted to give me, there was something I wanted to give you."

There was a slight hint of bittersweetness in his smile.

"I heard that when people get their first paycheck after getting a job, they often buy a gift for their parents."

Lee Gyeongbok had given gifts to his friends and their parents, experiencing vicarious satisfaction. But he had never done so with Yang Gyuri, still feeling a bit distant.

"Gyeongbok, you..."

"Of course, you can't replace my parents, Ma'am."

But now, things were different.

"Still, you're the person closest to being a parent to me."

A favor for a favor.

Hearing this, Yang Gyuri's eyes turned red. Embarrassed, Lee Gyeongbok gave a brief cough.

"Ahem, usually people give thermal underwear, but I thought maybe that's a bit much."

At his words, Yang Gyuri burst out laughing.

"My goodness, I was planning to surprise you but got surprised instead."

Though her eyes still glistened, she felt happy.

* * *

That evening, time for the broadcast.

Lee Gyeongbok logged back into the game with Park Juho.

"Okay, the manufacturing I started yesterday is done!"

The manufacturing he began at the end of last broadcast was already complete. The item that appeared with a bright flash was—

"A telescope. R-grade."

It was just an item for slightly increasing the vision range.

-6 hour wait, so I didn't expect much!

― But having a telescope is still nice.

-lol can't pass up on spotting prey for Black Navy hunting.

Viewers laughed, saying it wasn't bad, and anticipated what was next.

― Open the egg next!

― What pet will it be, lolol

― They're all pretty cute anyway, lolol

― Another perfect lucky, maybe?

― But only free pets have come out so far, lol

What they really cared about wasn't item crafting, but the egg obtained from the pirate ship.

"All right, then. Let's check on the pet I started hatching!"

Smiling, Lee Gyeongbok brought up the hatching window. When he selected "Hatch Complete,"

with a cracking sound, the eggshell split apart and light burst forth.

-lolol what's with the flashy effects?

― Why's the pet intro so extra, lolol

― Isn't Park Hyeokgeose going to come out now?

― Technically he was hatched from an egg too, lolol

― You're nuts, lolol

― Shilla: See you in court

As the light faded, a beak poked out from the cracked shell. Pecking away at it, the pet emerged—a parrot.

[Lovebird (R)]

It had eyes like black watermelon seeds and soft-looking feathers. Its cute appearance brought a smile to Lee Gyeongbok's face.

"Oh wow, this is really cute."

-lolol it's an insaenggo

― Isn't that a parrot?

― Insaenggo is a lovebird, lolol

― Thought it'd be a seagull

― Seagulls aren't pets, they're a threat, lol

― Right, they're savage over snacks

― The color is random, but it looks nice!?

― For real, pastel violet is perfect

Viewers were also pleased. Soon, a message popped up.

[Please enter a name for your pet!]

A naming window appeared above the parrot's head as it shook around.

"Oh, right. It's a pet, so I have to give it a name. What should it be?"

His question sent the chat window surging.

― Kim Chunsam!

-lol why so old-fashioned?

― Park Minwoo please! That's my name!

― That's self-promotion lol

― How about Genome?

-???: Godple, it's me, hyung...

― It just has to be "Per-mouse" right?

-lol, yes! It has to be Per-mouse!

― Godple's pet has to be perfect, that's common sense!

Among the jokey suggestions, consensus quickly formed. Smiling, Lee Gyeongbok entered "Per-mouse" as the name.

[By default, pets roam freely.]

[If you call their name, they return to their owner.]

As the next guide appeared, Lee Gyeongbok spoke out.

"Permouse?"

Permouse, wandering around, quickly turned and hopped up Lee Gyeongbok's arm onto his shoulder.

It seemed happy, nuzzling its head against his cheek.

― Wow lol so cute!

― Godple looks good even calling a pet

-fr, his voice is so nice

― How can you not love when it acts cute like that?

― Hyung? Call purple viewers like that!

-???: But Troopers aren't as cute as Permouse!

― Fact ban please

Just the shot of Permouse with Lee Gyeongbok made the viewers happy.

Then, the mood suddenly shifted.

['Lovebird' will occasionally repeat what its owner says.]

[Set your pet's "catchphrase."]

Seeing a window appear, Lee Gyeongbok mischievously glanced around.

"Oh, they have things like this. I'll just choose myself for this one."

Because he instantly thought of one.

― What! Listen to our suggestions too!

― Trooper ignored, wow

― It's Permouse, so the catchphrase should be "Perfect," right?

― Then it really would be Permouse, lol

Viewers who'd wanted to share their ideas quickly changed their minds when they saw Lee Gyeongbok's choice.

[Does this make sense?]

The catchphrase he entered was very familiar to everyone.

Upon clicking confirm, permouse lifted its head.

"Does this make sense? Does this make sense?"

Hearing Permouse's voice, both Lee Gyeongbok and Park Juho burst out laughing.

-lol he really did that, lol

― An instant laugh button!

― Did they modulate Godple's voice for that?

― Even the funny version sounds better than mine, lol

― That's a Q-tube moment!

― Isn't that just a Purple Viewer Parrot?

― Retroactively, permouse is the Purple Viewer's parrot?

― How sophisticated, I've become a celeb Watashi Parrot?

― Get out, please

No more guides appeared.

Satisfied, Lee Gyeongbok gently scratched Permouse's head and clapped his hands.

"Okay, great! Let's get back to the game!"

Time to head out to sea again.

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