The Genius Grandson Of The Cash King Becomes A Tycoon [EN]: Chapter 152

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“Boss, I sent the information about Hyeonyangsa. Please refer to it.”

It was Cha Young-mi’s call while she was flying over the Pacific Ocean.

“Hyeonyangsa? Are these people like Japan’s Cheonji Association [a fictional or real Japanese organization]?”

“Similar. This organization is key. Think of it as the group’s headquarters. The Cheonji Association is also their subordinate organization.”

“Really? I can’t let this go.”

“Yes.”

“Is Lee Seok connecting the Cheonji Association in Korea and Hyeonyangsa in Japan?”

“Formally, yes, but what’s a bit strange is that Lee Seok isn’t involved at all. Instead, Lee Seok’s father, Lee Heon, keeps going back and forth between Japan and Korea. Recently, he’s been traveling even more frequently.”

“So, Lee Heon ultimately has a firm grip on the relationship with Japan.”

“Yes.”

“It’s more likely that Lee Heon, rather than Lee Seok, brought in the Yakuza [Japanese organized crime syndicate].”

“Yes, I think so.”

The Yakuza suddenly attacked Busan.

And the people who targeted Light Games were also Japanese.

Jeong-hun began to sense a larger scheme originating from Japan.

The thought that Lee Heon was behind it all came to mind.

The 20 percent stake in Light Games was originally owned by Ilseong Games.

There’s no way Lee Seok wouldn’t know that it was sold to Sinhwa Games.

He must have approved the sale.

But Lee Heon wouldn’t have known.

So, he must have been trying to acquire Light Games using shares he no longer controlled.

I was curious as to why Lee Heon was making such a fuss.

Is he trying to get rid of Lee Seok?

He was also clearly aware that Lee Seok was not his biological son.

I felt like things would get interesting in the future.

Anyway, I had to sever the dirty connection between Lee Heon and the Hyeonyangsa guys.

There was nothing to gain from letting Lee Heon grow stronger.

“Hmm, I can’t let Lee Heon’s relationship with Hyeonyangsa continue. The stronger their connection, the more it disadvantages us. We have to cut it off.”

“Cutting it off means crushing them, right, Boss?”

“Yes.”

Cha Young-mi was quick to understand.

“You’re perceptive.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

I changed the subject.

“What’s the situation in Tsushima now?”

“It seems like orders have come down from the mainland. Movements have become more active. And hundreds of Hyeonyangsa executives and members are disguised among those Yakuza.”

“Hyeonyangsa executives and members?”

“Yes, they seem to be black ops affiliated with the Self-Defense Forces [Japan’s military] and the Cabinet Intelligence and Research Office [Japan’s intelligence agency].”

“Ji Hyun-bok will be very happy.”

“Yes, the guys Hyun-bok brought will be a force to be reckoned with.”

“Should we test them out?”

“It wouldn’t be bad to check the skills of Hyun-bok’s friends.”

Then a call came from Kwak Hyun-soo.

“It’s a call from my uncle in Tsushima. Anyway, please back up Tsushima well.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll help with all my might.”

I was surprised.

He’s someone who shouldn’t do anything with all his might.

“Take it easy.”

“Yes.”

“Take it easy!”

“Ah, damn it! I got it!”

Disappointed, she sounded agitated and hung up.

Kwak Hyun-soo’s voice continued from the phone.

“Boss, it looks like they’re about to move.”

“Hmm, I’m going to Incheon now, but I’ll head to Tsushima Airport. I’ll be there in an hour.”

“Okay. Should I wait?”

“No. Start right away. Only use the guns to threaten them as much as possible. And you heard about the guys disguised among them, right?”

“Yes, I heard. First, sort out the Hyeonyangsa guys. They must be eliminated.”

“Okay.”

Jeong-hun hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair.

With his eyes closed, he pictured what would happen in his head.

If the operation is successful, there will be two thousand hostages.

What should I do with them?

They are trash that is not helpful to society. Should I take them to the deep sea like nuclear waste and bury them?

Or should I use them as good bargaining chips?

If I use them as leverage for negotiation, I seriously thought about what I would get in return for giving up the hostages.

I opened my eyes.

The newspaper article I had put down came into view again.

‘Sony’s fall, when will it revive?’

I carefully reread the article and pondered its contents.

Sony is hitting rock bottom right now.

They are betting their lives on TV home appliances right now, but defeat is already decided.

Within a few years, they will be pushed back by Korean electronics companies and eventually by Chinese companies.

That is the future of Sony’s home appliance business division.

But the situation is different for games and image sensors.

Image sensors are achieving tremendous growth in line with the spread of smartphones.

The game industry is self-explanatory.

It was definitely a tempting target.

Soon, Sony will pour huge amounts of money into reviving its home appliance business division.

What happens if the money from selling image sensors and games goes into reviving the home appliance business?

It’s bankruptcy.

And a company that has lost its chance at revival

can never rise again.

Jeong-hun pondered how he could acquire Sony.

Then I remembered the name of one of the Hyeonyangsa members.

Morita Masaru.

He is the person who built the Sony Empire.

***

After landing the private jet at Tsushima Airport, I took a prepared car to the port.

A super-large ferry was waiting for Jeong-hun.

I followed Kwak Hyun-soo, who came to pick me up, inside.

I went to the ferry’s vehicle storage.

I opened the door and went inside.

Hundreds of vans were visible.

Japanese Yakuza, who had been herded like rabbits, were imprisoned.

“Who are you? How dare you kidnap us.”

Jeong-hun gestured to one of Ji Hyun-bok’s men, who was aiming a rifle at the people across from him.

-Bang!

-Ugh

The bullet passed through the man’s ear.

“Don’t lose your other ear. Be polite.”

“Damn it.”

Yamamoto, the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi [one of Japan’s largest Yakuza organizations], was humiliated.

Now, without even going to Busan, he was a prisoner in his own land.

He deeply regretted not bringing his sword.

It was time to commit seppuku [ritual suicide], but he was angry.

“Who are you?”

“You have to reveal your name first!”

It was a young man’s voice.

I looked up.

A familiar figure.

It was the first time I had seen him in person, but it was the man I had seen countless times in photos.

It’s Yoon Jeong-hun.

‘Damn it, how could this happen!’

The more I thought about it, the more unrealistic my situation seemed.

“Yamamoto, what is your purpose in coming to Tsushima?”

“I came to Tsushima to fish. It used to be a famous fishing tourist destination.”

“A high-ranking Yakuza executive brought two thousand people to Tsushima to fish?”

In an instant, anger soared.

Does he think we’re idiots?

There’s no use in getting excited.

Rather, a nonchalant expression and voice can instill greater fear in the other person.

“Do 2,000 people come to fish?”

After uttering the indifferent question, Jeong-hun’s hand went up.

The man’s face began to tremble.

“W, what are you trying to do.”

-Pow

It grazed past the outside of his thigh, as if cutting it.

“It seems like we’re not communicating well. Keep talking like that, and next time, I’ll stab you in the middle of your thigh.”

“I, I came to fish.”

Jeong-hun stopped talking and looked at the man.

“Keep talking nonsense. But I can’t take responsibility for what happens next. You said you came to fish? Then what kind of fish are caught a lot?”

“That, that. Sea bream and…….”

Again, the hand went up.

-Pow

The right leg was severed by the bullet that penetrated the calf.

The power of a gun fired from a rifle is different from what you see on TV.

It doesn’t just penetrate.

It cuts off a leg.

-Aaaah, aaaaah.

“He must be a crazy bastard. I guess he forgot he was talking nonsense because I was going along with it. Are all the Hyeonyangsa guys like you?”

He couldn’t hear Jeong-hun’s words.

He was just screaming like a monster.

It was extreme pain that he could only endure by screaming.

Jeong-hun said to Kwak Hyun-soo, who was next to him.

“We have to save him.”

Then Kwak Hyun-soo jumped over the second-floor railing and went down to the first floor.

He stopped the bleeding on his thigh with a belt.

-Aaaah!

Once again, a monstrous cry erupted from his mouth.

He didn’t give him painkillers like morphine.

Kwak Hyun-soo looked around, looking for something.

He saw a wooden broom, and his eyes sparkled.

He broke it in half with his foot, then grabbed one and swung it around.

He hit the head of the moaning guy who had fallen down.

“Wake up! The boss will ask you questions.”

“Ugh, I was wrong. Save me!”

He lost his mind and begged to be saved.

“Okay, now tell me. Tell me everything you think I’d be interested in. Do it yourself, on your own.”

He made a troubled expression for a moment and bit his lower lip.

He raised his head as if he had made up his mind.

“Lee Heon asked. That guy is in Hyeonyangsa…….”

-Pow

Kwak Hyun-soo hit his head with the club in his hand.

“You have to be polite!”

The man who fell to the floor raised his body.

He continued speaking with a humble expression.

“Lee Heon asked Hyeonyangsa for support to take control of the streets of Korea at night.”

“Lee Heon? With what money?”

“The KP Oil and Star Group headquarters were the price. And he agreed to hand over 30 percent of the profits from drugs, prostitution, and alcohol distribution.”

“30 percent?”

“Yes.”

The man, filled with fear, nodded.

30 percent is a huge amount.

Give support once and give 30 percent?

Why is Lee Heon doing this so urgently?

Jeong-hun felt that his reasoning was correct.

The war between Lee Heon and Lee Seok will begin.

“Is that all?”

“Yes, that’s all.”

Kwak Hyun-soo’s club begins to dig into his thigh wound.

-Aaaaaah

“Do you think I only know that much?”

“I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you everything.”

Kwak Hyun-soo didn’t stop.

The time of about 3 minutes would have felt longer than 3 years for him.

“Huk, huk. After taking control of the entertainment industry, he tried to advance into the political world.”

“And?”

“The ultimate goal is to establish a president.”

“What’s the progress?”

“Prominent politicians are members of our Hyeonyangsa.”

“Is it moving differently from the Cheonji Association?”

“Yes. The Cheonji Association is already… an organization that has exhausted its usefulness. The plan was to rule directly.”

In the end, Hyeonyangsa is kicking out the Cheonji Association and ruling directly.

‘Direct rule in the 21st century…….’

Seeing them still dreaming of failed imperialism, they are still properly crazy.

I don’t care if they’re crazy, but I can’t stand the guys who mess with my stuff.

‘If that’s your dream, I’ll rule you directly.’

I’ll mess them up properly in the future!

Jeong-hun looked at the guys trapped below.

They witnessed their boss being lynched without being able to use his strength once.

Everyone had expressions filled with extreme fear.

Except for a very small number of people.

“Gun.”

He aimed the rifle at the first floor. And he fired.

Fire spewed from the muzzle, and a loud noise dominated the space.

Fragments bounced around, and flames soared.

Most of them are lying on the floor, covering their heads, but some people are not taking their murderous eyes off me.

“All the Hyeonyangsa guys, get up.”

When there was no response, he fired the gun again.

Only then did they slowly raise their bodies.

“You can’t go back alive.”

-Pow, pow, pow

Flames soared from the muzzle.

They are the ones with the strongest combat power.

I had to completely eliminate their combat power.

I couldn’t send back the guys who were always aiming for my things and showing their teeth.

I also thought about the fact that the Hyeonyangsa guys had been influencing the Korean Peninsula and committing all kinds of slaughter from the Eulmi Incident [Queen Min’s assassination] to the liberation in 1945, and even today.

For various reasons, they were guys who had to have one of their limbs cut off.

Jeong-hun looked at the bugs wriggling on the floor.

“Connect me to the head of Hyeonyangsa.”

The man, filled with fear, took out his phone from his pocket and pressed the number.

He hesitated for a moment before pressing the last call.

Kwak Hyun-soo’s club once again stirred up his thigh wound.

-Aaaaaah

He pressed the button.

***

Prime Minister Yamada was watching his grandson’s antics, who had come to play at his official residence after a long time.

His eyes were full of laughter.

He watched the children’s antics with a satisfied expression.

He took out the phone ringing in his pocket.

His expression hardened in an instant.

“Calling at this hour, are you crazy?”

“It’s Yoon Jeong-hun.”

Silence followed over the phone.

“Are you the Yoon Jeong-hun I know? Huh! It’s clear that Lee Heon is doing a terrible job. Seeing a lowly guy like you calling me.”

“I admit that Lee Heon is not doing a good job. But Yamamoto is doing an even worse job.”

“What are you talking about?”

“There are two thousand Yakuza and Hyeonyangsa members on a ship in the sea off Tsushima. Do you want to save them?”

Prime Minister Yamada was embarrassed.

He couldn’t believe the man’s words.

“They are not guys who will be easily caught by you. What safety are you lying about?”

“A lie……. Find out by checking with Yamaguchi-gumi or not.”

“What do you want?”

“Something worth exchanging for the lives of two thousand people. That’s what I want.”

“Tell me what you want!”

Yamada’s voice was full of annoyance.

“Give me Sony.”

“What? Sony?”

“Why? Didn’t you guys take KP Oil and Star Group headquarters from Lee Heon?”

“Sony is the pride of our Japan. It’s impossible.”

“Really? Then just hand over the game and image sensor business divisions. I think we can save face with that much.”

“Just the game and image sensor business divisions?”

“The acquisition price is 100 billion yen, how about it? I don’t think it’s bad to have 100 billion yen for a game company that only produces useless people for society and a useless business. Of course, I’ll save the members too.”

“I can’t decide.”

“I can’t give you much time. If you’re late, the ship will sink.”

“What’s the deadline?”

“The sooner the better. I’ll sink it if I change my mind.”

“You must be crazy too.”

Prime Minister Yamada’s eyes were filled with murderous intent.

“Don’t you have to be crazy to deal with a crazy person? Hahaha!”

Jeong-hun’s laughter echoed loudly over the phone.

Yamada, who had completely ruined his pride, threw his Sony phone against the wall.

The Billionaire’s Genius Grandson, Becoming a Chaebol.