The Genius Grandson Of The Cash King Becomes A Tycoon [EN]: Chapter 70

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– One Week Before the Opening of Shinhwa Lending

“Why are you still keeping it a secret from Hyeong-jung, Master?”

“Does Director Kang Sang-cheol like Lee Hyeong-jung that much?”

“It’s not that, but he is capable. Seeing how he circulates private loans and makes money, he’s got the skills.”

“Are you aware that many people are suffering because of that skill?”

“I’m sorry. I was short-sighted.”

“Director Kang, you shouldn’t act like you used to. You must act strictly according to the law. The same goes for debt collection.”

“Yes, I understand. As you said, Master, I will study law diligently and only do legal things. You don’t have to worry.”

“I gave Lee Hyeong-jung several chances. Yet, he misappropriated funds and handed over company secrets to the enemy like a spy.”

Kang Sang-cheol was hearing this for the first time.

He was so surprised that his eyes widened.

“Really?”

“His excessive greed beyond his capacity ruined him.”

It was when he talked about Yoo Min-cheol’s stock options at Shinhwa Development.

Lee Hyeong-jung’s eyes sparkled, and he looked as if he had been robbed of something that was his.

He must have dreamed of the stock options he would get after becoming the president of Shinhwa Lending.

He overdid it for that.

The tears hidden beneath the 20 percent growth were visible even to Jeong-hun.

“What are you going to do with Hyeong-jung?”

“Should I give him one last chance?”

Jeong-hun asked, looking at Kang Sang-cheol.

“I think you should give him one more chance.”

‘Anyway, this guy is a big problem.’

A movie line came to mind: ‘There are no bad people among those who like alcohol and gambling.’

A last chance…….

Jeong-hun smiled bitterly.

***

The money given to Lee Hyeong-jung went into his pocket.

He didn’t entertain at all.

Kang Sang-cheol entertained the Financial Supervisory Service employees and found out, but there was nothing.

Yet, the card continued to be used, and when he was given a task, it was handled well.

Lee Hyeong-jung used the card to fill his own belly.

The people who hired Lee Hyeong-jung, the spy, solved the problems.

“Master, is there anything you need me to do?”

Lee Hyeong-jung, who saw Yoon Jeong-hun after a long time, asked.

“No. How are the recent results?”

“Profits have grown by 20 percent compared to last month.”

‘How much can you squeeze to get a 20 percent increase?’

While he clicked his tongue at his greed and cruelty, he praised him outwardly.

“Good job. Keep up the good work.”

“What is Sang-cheol doing?”

“He’s doing something I ordered separately. Private loans don’t suit Kang Sang-cheol. I discovered another talent.”

“Ah, yes.”

Lee Hyeong-jung wanted to hire new equipment and new staff to match the office expansion.

However, he didn’t get permission from the Master.

The interior construction was already completed.

He needed office furniture and equipment such as desks and furniture.

Lee Hyeong-jung led him to the expanded space next to the office.

Bright fluorescent lights, a strong smell of paint.

It was a clean space.

“Master, if we just get the equipment and hire staff, I think we can make twice as much profit as we do now.”

Yoon Jeong-hun nodded at those words.

“Twice as many people will suffer.”

“Yes?”

He saw Jeong-hun’s bitter smile for the first time.

He had an ominous feeling.

“Then, can I get the office equipment and hire staff?”

“Not yet. I’ll let you know when the time comes.”

“I understand.”

Lee Hyeong-jung, who saw Yoon Jeong-hun off, called Kang Sang-cheol.

But he didn’t answer.

He tried again, but he couldn’t reach Kang Sang-cheol.

“Jeong-su, why can’t I reach Sang-cheol?”

“Sang-cheol is very busy these days.”

“What’s going on?”

“Yes? That’s…….”

“Hey, you little punk, can’t you tell me when the boss asks?”

“I’m sorry, boss. The Master ordered me to keep it a secret.”

“What? What’s going on that you’re doing things without telling me?”

“I’m sorry, Director. I’ll hang up now.”

He looked at his desk in the empty office.

‘President Lee Hyeong-jung.’

He liked his name written in white on the black nameplate.

He had done his best since he became the president.

Monthly growth rate of over 20 percent.

He worked hard.

He squeezed interest and expanded the office.

But no one acknowledged him.

He was alone.

***

Song Yoon-ho made his own room in a building with an office in Myeongdong [a bustling shopping district in Seoul].

His subordinates supplied him with alcohol and women, and he was also provided with drugs that allowed him to experience pleasure from time to time.

Spending the day squeezing interest cruelly was more stressful than he thought.

He lent money and received interest.

He took away the collateral of debtors that he coveted in various ways.

He solved bad debts by mobilizing legal knowledge and violence.

Taking away and becoming so cruel as to be insensitive to the pain of others.

That was exactly what his father wanted from him.

Sometimes when he couldn’t sleep, alcohol and drugs helped.

Himself, who entered Seoul National University Law School.

He was confident in his self-control.

He could quit alcohol and drugs as soon as he made up his mind.

Song Yoon-ho took out marijuana from his hideout safe.

The world soon became enjoyable.

“Master, it’s Hyeong-jung.”

“Oh, you’re here? Hahaha, sit down.”

Song Yoon-ho took a deep puff of his cigarette.

Lee Hyeong-jung smelled a foreign grassy smell mixed in with the cigarette smoke.

Looking at Lee Hyeong-jung’s unfocused eyes, he sensed that he was high on drugs.

A scion of a chaebol [family-owned conglomerate] family.

Marijuana is not a problem.

He didn’t need to worry about it.

“What is Yoon Jeong-hun doing these days? Is he playing around?”

“No. He’s secretly preparing something. I’ll find out soon and report to you.”

“What? Secretly preparing something? Hahaha, if that’s the case, your skills are terrible, hahaha.”

He just laughed while high on drugs.

That’s a relief.

“Find it quickly and report it. That way, I can report to my father too. My beloved father. Hahaha.”

Looking at him out of his mind, Lee Hyeong-jung took a sip of the Western liquor in front of him.

He envied him.

The youngest son of a gold spoon family [born into wealth] who commits illegal acts without hesitation.

He, the eldest son of a poor family, had everything on his shoulders, which was incomparable.

***

– One Week Before the Opening of Shinhwa Lending

Lee Hyeong-jung tried to track Kang Sang-cheol in earnest, but his whereabouts were unknown.

He caught Sang-cheol’s tail through an acquaintance’s acquaintance.

The first floor of a commercial building in Myeongdong that had just finished construction a while ago.

He couldn’t figure out what he was doing.

He had to go in and check.

“Excuse me.”

It was like a bank atmosphere.

They were wary of his sudden appearance.

“Where are you from?”

“Ah, I’m Sang-cheol’s friend.”

They relaxed their guard and smiled kindly.

“The boss is out right now.”

He suspected it, and it was true.

He had set up a new office, leaving him out.

It was bigger than most banks.

“Isn’t this a private loan business?”

“It’s not a private loan business, it’s a formal lending company.”

A person who looked like a female employee answered coldly.

“Ah, I see. When are you opening?”

“We’re doing it next week. There’s nothing illegal here.”

“I see. The company is bright and clean, so it doesn’t seem like there’s anything illegal.”

“Yes.”

“Oh, by the way, does Master Yoon Jeong-hun visit often?”

She tilted her head.

“If you’re talking about that tall, handsome guy, he comes sometimes.”

“Yes, I understand.”

Lee Hyeong-jung greeted and went outside.

A lending company opening soon…….

He had to inform Song Yoon-ho of this fact.

Not long after Lee Hyeong-jung left, Kang Sang-cheol entered the office.

He checked the CCTV after hearing from an employee that a guest had come.

It was Lee Hyeong-jung.

Kang Sang-cheol had a bitter expression.

“Master, it’s Sang-cheol. Hyeong-jung came and went.”

“I understand.”

***

“Master, Yoon Jeong-hun is opening a new lending company.”

“When?”

“They’re starting next week.”

“What? Are you kidding me!”

Song Yoon-ho jumped up.

He looked around and looked for something he could grab.

He grabbed the nameplate on the desk and slammed it down on Lee Hyeong-jung’s head.

“Ugh…….”

The black nameplate relentlessly beat Lee Hyeong-jung’s entire body.

– Thud, thud!

“Ugh……. I’m sorry, Master.”

He repeatedly stepped on Lee Hyeong-jung’s head, who was crouching on the floor like a shrimp.

-Cough, cough

“Cough…… I’m, I’m sorry.”

“Where are you?”

“Myeongdong.”

Song Yoon-ho pondered.

If gangsters were rampant in Myeongdong, it would surely reach his father’s ears.

But he couldn’t just let the lending company open.

The look in his father’s eyes as he looked at him with contempt.

His angry voice was heard again.

“No, we can’t let them open like that.”

He paced around the room and glared at Lee Hyeong-jung.

“From now on, you keep marking Yoon Jeong-hun’s location.”

“I understand.”

“Go.”

Lee Hyeong-jung, who had been kneeling and bowing his head, got up and went outside.

‘You pathetic bastard.’

Song Yoon-ho said inwardly, looking at his back.

He called Han Hyeon-dong, the chief of staff to his father’s secretary.

He thought he might have a solution.

“Master, what’s going on?”

“It’s a disaster. Yoon Jeong-hun is opening an office in Myeongdong.”

“Yes? Aren’t we doing it soon too?”

“That’s why it’s more of a problem. We’re doing it next month, but these guys are starting in a few days.”

“If we don’t preempt it, the Chairman will definitely……. I’ll go there.”

Less than 30 minutes after hanging up, Han Hyeon-dong arrived.

Han Hyeon-dong saw him looking flustered and restless.

A bitter smile flashed across his face.

“Chief Han, what should we do?”

The smell of alcohol wafted from Song Yoon-ho’s mouth.

‘He’s drinking alcohol, so he must be doing drugs too.’

“Master, what should we do? Do you have any plans?”

“…….”

“If you just give the order, I’ll take care of it.”

It was most important who said it first.

If Song Yoon-ho gave the order, he would be exempt from responsibility.

Knowing that, Song Yoon-ho couldn’t open his mouth easily.

“Ha, there’s no choice. We have to push them out.”

“Then I’ll call our kids. How many should I call? Should I call about 100 people?”

He nodded.

“I understand. It’s nothing. Don’t worry too much. I’ll take care of everything.”

“Okay. Thank you. Chief Han.”

“No. By the way, this is a new sample that just came out…….”

Han Hyeon-dong took out a bag containing blue powder from his pocket.

Song Yoon-ho hesitated.

“Ah, you don’t do it, Master?”

It was when he was about to put it back in his arms.

“Leave it. I’m curious since it’s a sample.”

“Yes? I understand. But it’s a secret.”

“Yes. Don’t worry.”

“Get some rest. I’ll take care of it as soon as possible. If you want, I can put Yoon Jeong-hun’s head on the table too.”

“Not that far……. Go and do your work.”

Han Hyeon-dong gave an ominous smile.

He bowed and went outside.

“Chief Han will take care of it.”

Song Yoon-ho sprinkled the sample Han Hyeon-dong had left on the table and then deeply inhaled it through his nose.

He wasn’t afraid of addiction.

Himself, who had the best self-control in the Song family.

He was confident that he could quit whenever he wanted.

He closed his eyes and flew in the blue sky.

A happy smile spread across his face.

***

-One day before the opening of Shinhwa Lending.

He met Park Chang-soo at a kimchi stew restaurant in Samcheong-dong [a neighborhood in Seoul known for its traditional Korean houses and art galleries].

He took a spoonful of the spicy soup and then moved the knife noodles in the broth to a plate.

“How many people did you bring?”

Jeong-hun asked Park Chang-soo, who was sitting in front of him.

“I brought 200 people.”

“You brought everyone except for the minimum number of people.”

“Yes.”

“What’s the trend over there?”

“They’ve been gathering since this afternoon. They’ll probably storm our new office tonight.”

“Tonight……. Should we prepare some gasoline?”

Park Chang-soo was startled for a moment. He remembered that day.

He remembered when he attacked Kwon Yul’s office. The floor was full of gasoline. It was Jeong-hun’s trap.

And Yoon Jeong-hun, who threw a lighter to set the fire.

Park Chang-soo felt the fear of death for the first time that day.

“Master, were you really going to set the fire that day?”

“I was really going to set it. But I heard that kerosene doesn’t light with a lighter.”

“Yes?”

He realized he had been tricked.

“Heh, heh. I was really surprised that day. Your smile looked like a devil.”

“Ahem, they say I’m an angel in a devil’s mask.”

“Pfft, that’s right.”

Jeong-hun, who finished his meal and rinsed his mouth with cool water, said.

“Is this place good?”

“Yes, it’s cheap and delicious.”

“I have the hardest time resisting delicious food in front of me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s strike first!”

“Really?”

Jeong-hun nodded indifferently.

“Have you figured out the office locations?”

“Yes, we were running a total of 10 in Myeongdong.”

“There’s no need to wait. They’re already sharpening their knives to hit me, so why wait?”

“There are people watching, and it’ll get noisy if…….”

“It’s good if it’s on the news. Then all the illegal loan sharks in Myeongdong will be caught.”

“Ah, that’s really true.”

He was planning to blow up the problem so that the public authorities would clean up Myeongdong.

Jeong-hun was really planning everything.

“Let’s go.”

“Are you going to participate directly?”

“Yes, I have to take Song Yoon-ho’s head.”

Jeong-hun and Park Chang-soo got up and went outside.

Park Chang-soo made a phone call.

They walked leisurely from Samcheong-dong to Myeongdong.

Passing Myeongdong Station Exit 6, in front of Nature Republic.

200 sturdy men in suits were gathered.

People around them whispered as they looked at them.

When they saw Jeong-hun, they all bowed and greeted him.

“You’ve arrived.”

The loud noise drew people’s attention to one place.

A man standing in front of sturdy men.

People in suits,

Passersby,

Merchants in Myeongdong

Everyone looked at one place.

Jeong-hun slowly nodded.

“Let’s go.”

He took the lead.

Sturdy men following behind him.

Jeong-hun could only hear the sound of shoes shaking the ground.

The Genius Grandson of the Cash King Becomes a Tycoon