Gangnam Blues Page #2

I met Yong-gi in the orphanage.

But I got one.

- It's yours.

- Just eat.

Excuse me.

Would you open the door?

Okay.

This...

Yes... Thank you.

The room will get warm soon.

Where the hell is he?

So nice and warm.

- Son of a b*tch!

- Boss!

Goddammit!

Daddy!

Daddy! Are you okay?!

Sun-hye! Run!

Sun-hye, get away!

Get away!

- Just go!

- Daddy!

Daddy!

Boss!

Boss! Are you okay?!

Daddy!

Boss!

Your leg okay?

Yes.

Thank you for coming

to see Don Nam off.

Who was it?

Could be our rival gang.

Cops are looking into it,

and some are in hiding.

Probably enforcers

from the opposition party.

A retaliation for

the party convention

I could've been offed too.

Come see me in Seoul.

This way, sir.

Our boys.

Where did they all go?

They packed up and left.

Our don's dead

and with your retirement rumor,

they all fled.

It's better this way.

You should leave too.

What?

Find a better way of life.

This is not the way to live

3 years later.

Mr. Yoon...

Don't! Don't kill me!

I'll sell! Please!

No, no! Please don't!

Don't kill me!

I'll sell it!

You're very proficient

for a young man.

Thank you, sir.

He's a great candidate

to run the hotel.

Don't let hooligans

come in and go

I'll settle things with Jang

so don't worry, sir.

Yong-gi.

Put the package in his car.

Yes, sir.

What is it?

Leftover cash after

taking over Daewong Hotel.

Without greed, you'll go far.

Councilor Park forces us

to do dirty jobs

and takes most of leftovers.

He's the ruling party's

heavyweight.

To get his protection

we gotta put up with this.

Why did Don call you in?

He told me to run the hotel.

He really makes me look fool.

So what did you say?

It's Don's order.

There's nothing to say.

I didn't ask you, did I?

You f***ing flunkey

I'm the middle boss here.

Yong-gi.

You gotta educate

your boys about manners.

She was probably lonely

I can understand

falling for a gigolo,

but she handed over

our property deed, that b*tch!

Consider yourself lucky.

She could've sent you

poison-soaked food.

Don't joke about it,

my ancestors are buried in it!

Family issues should be

dealt in the family

I'm ashamed to face

my ancestors!

I worked in the Saudi desert

for this.

Please get it back.

Hey!

Come out for a sec

I'll get to the point.

Wrap up your business here.

What's the matter now?

If you got eyes, look around you.

This place's gathering dust

can't even cover the electricity bills

I didn't put you in charge to run

chores for chump change.

We're hiring good dancers

so the sales will go up soon.

No, I'm dropping the cabaret

so look elsewhere.

You know we're here to pay you

the laundromat debt.

Before I tell Mr. Kang about

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