The Genius Grandson Of The Cash King Becomes A Tycoon [EN]: Chapter 59

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“Order, please.”

“Yes, two servings of soybean paste stew, please.”

After the restaurant owner left, Kwon Yul asked,

“I heard you’re being discharged today, but you don’t look so good. You look upset, with tears welling up in your eyes.”

“Well, I don’t think I’m upset. There must be another reason.”

A while later, a rich soybean paste stew came out with more side dishes than usual.

And there were even two fried eggs, which weren’t usually served.

“Oh, it’s here today even though I didn’t ask for it.”

“Do you like eggs?”

“Yes, I often ask for them when I come here. It’s a bit of a nuisance, but I like them so much. Of course, I pay for them separately. Hmm, having a fried egg makes it feel like a home-cooked meal made by my mother.”

“I see.”

Jeong-hoon nodded and took a spoonful of soybean paste stew.

It tasted like the warmth of a home-cooked meal.

The restaurant owner, who learned about Kwon Yul’s good deeds, didn’t know how to thank him enough.

Kwon Yul ate deliciously, unaware of this fact.

Jeong-hoon stared at him.

A simple man who seemed steadfast.

Jeong-hoon reaffirmed that his choice was not wrong.

***

Jeong-hoon received a call from Cheon Jin-hyuk yesterday evening. He went to the sanatorium for him, who had expressed his desire to meet.

Today, he was in his hospital room, not in the sanatorium garden.

When he opened the door and went inside, he was engrossed in his computer.

He didn’t even notice Jeong-hoon coming in.

“Ahem, you look good.”

Cheon Jin-hyuk looked surprised to see Jeong-hoon.

“I was so startled because you made no sound.”

“It’s not that I made no sound, but weren’t you too absorbed in what you were doing?”

“Ahem.”

Cheon Jin-hyuk didn’t answer, seemingly embarrassed.

He seemed very different from last time.

The listless appearance had disappeared, and he was full of energy.

“Is it fun?”

“What is?”

“What you’re doing now.”

“Yes, the fun of hacking is exhilarating. The battle with Harley Quinn is also thrilling.”

Jeong-hoon didn’t think it was necessary to delay any longer.

He had recovered enough that he didn’t need to be here anymore.

“Then, would you help me?”

“What do you need me to do?”

“You have to strike Ilsong Group with Harley Quinn.”

Cheon Jin-hyuk nodded at Jeong-hoon’s words.

“The chairman of Ilsong Group was a kind man. It wasn’t long ago that I learned his true nature. I was terrified to the point of chills. Haa.”

Fear spread across his face again.

“Let’s do it together. You can’t be safe unless we destroy them. I want to work with you for your safety. I also need your innate abilities.”

“My hands are dirty. Can I still work with you?”

Cheon Jin-hyuk said, looking at his hands.

“If they’re dirty, you have to wash them. Let’s do it together.”

He didn’t answer.

A heavy silence flowed between them.

“Thank you for giving me a chance. I’ll help as much as I can. After all, you saved my life. I’ll bet on you once.”

“Thank you.”

Cheon Jin-hyuk got up and started packing his bag. There were hardly any items to take.

Jeong-hoon took out the crystal ashtray from the bag.

Cheon Jin-hyuk’s expression hardened rapidly when he saw it.

“My father’s nickname was Ashtray.”

“Yes, it was his nickname when he ran a violent organization in the past.”

Cheon Jin-hyuk replied.

“I brought it because it’s a memento. What are you going to do with it?”

Cheon Jin-hyuk stared at it for a while,

Then picked it up with trembling hands.

“I was always scared. I was overwhelmed by the fear that it would break my body.”

“Break it. Then you can be free from fear.”

Upon hearing those words, Cheon Jin-hyuk raised the hand holding the ashtray high.

Then he slammed it hard on the floor.

Smash!

It shattered into pieces with a loud cracking sound.

Cheon Jin-hyuk felt an unspeakable sense of liberation as he looked at the broken ashtray.

It was the first time he had escaped from the fear that had been dominating a corner of his mind.

“Thank you. Now I’m truly free from my father.”

“That’s a relief.”

Cheon Jin-hyuk took the lead.

Jeong-hoon thought as he looked at his back.

Harley Quinn, Psycho, and Lee Byeong-seok, the strongest combination was created.

***

Jeong-hoon took Cheon Jin-hyuk to the soybean paste stew restaurant in Jungbu City.

He couldn’t cook him a home-cooked meal, but he wanted to buy him a meal that would warm his heart just as much.

They entered the restaurant, which was always bustling with people.

“Welcome.”

“Hello, boss. Did your son get discharged well?”

“Yes. Thank you for the cake gift that day. My wife and child loved it so much.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Is the price important? The heart is what matters. In fact, Candidate Kwon Yul also sent a cake that day. Both of you have such warm hearts.”

“Haha, thank you.”

Jeong-hoon felt good at the sudden praise. Cheon Jin-hyuk smiled as he watched.

He liked that the person he had decided to work with was a warm person, unlike himself.

“Two servings of soybean paste stew, please. And I’m sorry, but please cook two eggs as well.”

“I’ll get it done right away. Please wait a moment.”

A while later, soybean paste stew in black earthenware pots was placed on the table.

Fried eggs with unbroken yolks were given to Jeong-hoon and Cheon Jin-hyuk, one each.

“Eggs.”

Cheon Jin-hyuk’s voice trembled subtly.

“Do you like them?”

“I used to be a picky eater. My mother used this to coax me. She would say she would give me an egg if I ate vegetables.”

Cheon Jin-hyuk gave a bitter smile. There was longing on his face.

“Your mother is…….”

“I don’t know. I just heard that a guy named Abi sacrificed me as a sacrifice for the group in the past. I was abandoned like me. To her husband.”

“I’m sorry. I made you recall unnecessary memories.”

“It’s okay.”

Cheon Jin-hyuk scooped up the entire yolk with a spoon and swallowed it.

Then he closed his eyes and savored it.

“Actually, I have a bit of a psychopath tendency. It’s not that I’m cruel or anything, but I’m insensitive to other people’s emotions. My mother taught me how to build relationships with people and how to react.”

“I miss her very much.”

Cheon Jin-hyuk didn’t answer and started eating.

He savored it slowly, enjoying the moment.

Jeong-hoon was the same.

He missed her, even though he couldn’t remember her.

They finished their meal.

Hiding their reddened eyes with a forced smile, they got up from their seats.

“I’ll pay, boss.”

“No. I’ll give it to you as a service today. By the way, how is Candidate Kwon Yul doing? Will he be elected? Such a person must be elected…….”

“I wish it were, but he’s struggling a bit. Candidate Kwon Yul has piled up so many good deeds here and there, but he can’t promote them.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s that left-hand talk [meaning he doesn’t want his good deeds to be known]. He stubbornly insists that the right hand shouldn’t know.”

“That person’s stubbornness is amazing.”

The restaurant owner looked regretful.

“Who knows? Someone might be secretly helping Candidate Kwon Yul.”

The restaurant owner nodded.

“Yes. Many people will help him. I really hope he becomes the mayor. Please tell him to cheer him on when you meet him next time.”

“Yes, boss.”

At that time, the door opened and a young kid came into the store.

“Dad, Mom!”

Jeong-hoon intuitively knew that the child who had just entered was the owner’s son.

He looked healthy.

He took out a 10,000 won bill from his wallet.

He put it in the child’s small hand.

He didn’t know about money, but he knew it was good, so he clenched it tightly.

“Don’t get sick and stay healthy, kid.”

“I’m not a kid. Tsk.”

The child retorted in a bad mood.

He clenched the 10,000 won in his hand and disappeared inside.

The owner, Jeong-hoon, and Cheon Jin-hyuk all laughed at the sight.

After Jeong-hoon left, the restaurant owner pondered.

He wanted to help Candidate Kwon Yul somehow.

“Jihoon’s mom.”

“Yes. Why?”

She, who had been washing dishes in the kitchen, came out.

She sat in front of her husband and looked at his face.

“Why? What’s the matter?”

He told her what had happened so far.

Candidate Kwon Yul, who had secretly helped him, was struggling…….

He said he wanted to help somehow.

Then she suggested posting it on the internet, being careful not to violate the election law.

His eyes lit up. He was resentful of himself for not thinking of that until now.

There were less than 10 days left until the election.

He turned on the computer and closed his eyes quietly.

He recalled the past.

The day he started his business full of hope.

But there were fewer customers than he thought.

He wanted to be frustrated, but he did his best every day.

He did his best to make delicious and clean food.

But then his son got leukemia.

He didn’t have enough living expenses, but even hospital bills…….

He was at a loss.

He even had extreme thoughts.

The restaurant suddenly started doing well around that time.

He thought his efforts had finally paid off.

He spent his days thanking the customers.

His son had regained his health and his life had stabilized.

At the center of it was him, whom he didn’t know.

He wanted to thank him for his secret efforts to help him.

He wrote his story on the internet bulletin board.

He only wrote that he was running as a candidate for Jungbu City.

***

Jeong-hoon received a call from his grandmother.

It was because she had sent 7 billion won to her account out of the 17 billion won of Daehan Heavy Industries’ slush fund, which had no owner.

“Grandma, did you find me?”

“Sit down. You sent unnecessary money. Unnecessarily.”

She had a sulky face.

“Are you angry?”

“Yes, you rascal, I’m angry. There’s a limit to how much you can ignore the King of Cash. What’s 7 billion won? Is it a gift?”

“I was going to discuss it with Grandma.”

“Well, it wasn’t sent without a reason, what do you want to do with this money?”

“I want to grow the orphanage a little.”

“How?”

“I want to gather talented people in each field from orphans all over the country to our orphanage.”

“Hmm, you want to raise people [invest in their potential].”

“Yes.”

“Then that won’t be the end. The high school will have to change its direction as well.”

Jeong-hoon nodded.

“Grandma has been secretly raising people until now. Just like those people are helping now, I want to raise people who are not swayed by them.”

“Okay, let’s start quickly. Let’s gather geniuses in disadvantaged environments and raise them as elites. If we’re going to do it, we have to do it right. We’ll have to establish private elementary and middle schools as well. So that they can stand up against Ilsong Scholarship and those in the shadow of Cheonjihoe [a secret society].”

Hyeon Jeong-ok’s eyes sparkled.

“Yes. I don’t know how long it will take, but I think it’s necessary.”

“Of course, it’s necessary. People are always important. Make sure to take care of those around you.”

“Yes, Grandma.”

“By the way, what happened to the orphanage?”

It seemed that Kwak Hyeon-soo had not reported to his grandmother.

“It seems that the former director, Kim Hyeon-cheol, was related to Cheonjihoe. One of the orphans had a ledger, which contained the amount of money received from the Jungbu City gangsters and the details of the money paid to a company in Daegu.”

“Really? Those Cheonjihoe guys were reaching out to this small city as well.”

“Yes, so I’m cleaning it up now.”

Hyeon Jeong-ok looked at Jeong-hoon.

She knew what her grandson meant by cleaning up.

She was worried, but she didn’t stop him.

After all, their fight must see blood.

“Be careful.”

“Yes.”

“And take the 7 billion won back.”

“Thank you.”

He got 7 billion won in his hands.

He was wondering what to do with this when.

“Jeong-hoon, didn’t you recommend Rothchild and the Atlantic in the past?”

“Yes.”

“It’s gone up 10 times.”

Her lips were stretched long.

His grandmother had listened to him and bought the stock.

“I happened to recommend it, but you bought it.”

“I wanted to test your luck, but great luck is with you.”

“Thank you.”

“I should be thanking you. By the way, I bought two stocks in your name for 1 billion won each. 2 billion won became 20 billion won. Hehehe.”

“What?”

“First, I’ll sell Rothchild and send it to you in your name.”

Suddenly, he had 17 billion won.

Jeong-hoon quickly turned his head to what to do with this money.

***

It was a week before the election.

An article posted on the internet bulletin board attracted attention.

It was the good deeds of one of the Jungbu City mayoral candidates.

No one knew who it was, but his good deeds touched people’s hearts.

In particular, the secret good deeds he did for the restaurant owner’s pride, people were moved by his consideration.

They tried to find the Daddy-Long-Legs [a secret benefactor], but the clues to identify him were too weak.

The biggest hint was that among the Jungbu City candidates, there was a candidate who liked soybean paste stew.

None of the men in their 50s disliked soybean paste stew.

After the story became known nationwide, everyone became a soybean paste stew lover.

Four out of the five candidates said they liked it.

But Kwon Yul said he ate it occasionally.

To the questions of people and reporters, he said he didn’t like soybean paste stew.

Not only the people of Jungbu City, but also the people of Korea were curious about him.

Unknown old good deeds.

A caring heart for the other person.

It was because they thought he was the right person to lead the organization warmly.

So,

The netizens’ investigation team, unable to contain their curiosity, moved.

They began to look for the restaurant owner with a child with leukemia and the person who helped him.

Genius Grandson of the King of Cash, Becoming a Tycoon