The Genius Decided To Live An Ordinary Life [EN]: Chapter 284

The sincerity of the speaker was evident in the strangely mixed language.

It was a bizarre three-nation collaboration, but hey, as long as we understood each other.

“Watashiwa Son Jin-hyuk desu, yoroshiku onegaishimasu.” [Japanese for “I am Son Jin-hyuk, nice to meet you.”]

Grandpa Cheon Gil-ryong used to say that people are mirrors reflecting each other.

Be polite to those who are polite to you.

Jin-hyuk shook hands with Ito Koji and wished each other good luck.

He was 27 years old, 180cm tall, with a well-built physique. Despite having the ability to run 100m in 10 seconds flat, he was a runner who focused solely on the 200m event at the Olympics. And as his Olympic appearance proved, he was the strongest 200m runner in Asia, until Jin-hyuk set the Asian record at the Busan competition.

Jin-hyuk was now enjoying the attention from other athletes.

Making eye contact with the athletes and looking down at them.

‘It doesn’t seem to be just because of the height difference.’

The way people looked at Jin-hyuk had definitely changed due to the 100m final.

Was it a delusion that the eyes that used to be wary, thinking, ‘He seems to run well,’ had now changed to admiration?

Even the fact that they approached him first to greet him seemed to prove it wasn’t just a delusion.

‘It’s amazing how their eyes have changed even though their expressions are the same.’

As always, changes seem to be revealed not in people, but in the air, and felt not by the eyes, but by the skin.

He chuckled, comparing it to the memory of going around greeting people like a new employee with Jin Seon-gyu before the 100m preliminaries, claiming it was for the sake of future juniors.

How could his status change so much in just a few days? The human world is a truly fascinating place.

‘This must also be an invisible power and authority.’

From the domestic junior, middle, and high school leagues, to the Asian junior stage, then to the domestic senior stage, and finally to the Olympics, his first international senior stage.

Jin-hyuk had never once looked down on his competitors.

He always did his best.

Except for when he did a ‘butt dance’ in the semi-finals for Jin Seon-gyu, who had been looking at him with the fanaticism of a cult follower these days.

[Lane 5-.]

So he was always overwhelming.

[Jin-hyeok-Sohn-.]

Clap clap clap-.

Kyaaaa-!

Yu-jin, who had been dozing off at the accommodation, also attended as Jin-hyuk’s goddess of victory, so all preparations were perfect.

In Jin-hyuk’s group 3, the Cuban and Japanese athletes were the ones to watch out for.

Michael Johnson, Michael Marsh, Frank Fredericks, Linford Christie, Jeff Williams, and Ato Boldon each took first place in their preliminary groups and were placed in different groups from Jin-hyuk.

[On your mark.]

Red on the left, blue on the right.

His spikes were also properly prepared.

[-set.]

Hey, don’t mumble the pronunciation.

[Kooom-!]

The sound of the electronic starting gun was clearly transmitted through the dry and cool air.

Kwa-ja-ja-jak-!

He powerfully stomped on the curve track where Michael Johnson had run the 400m final yesterday.

His dense shin bones felt even more like steel today.

Sss-hwoo-. Sss- hwoo-.

The breathing techniques for 100m and 200m are inevitably different.

However, there are no set rules, so the best thing to do is to constantly research, practice, and find a method that suits each individual.

While the audience focuses on the speed and posture of the athletes, many coaches pay close attention to their breathing. They can estimate the level an athlete has reached by how meticulously the breathing is matched to the rhythm of the arms and legs, and how smoothly they blend together.

Ssup-hwoo-ssup-hwoo-.

Fast when sprinting.

Hwoo-oop-.

Phoo-oo-.

Slow when pacing.

Even to the coaches, Jin-hyuk’s breathing was as comfortable as breathing itself.

Ah, it’s breathing, so it’s supposed to be like breathing.

Anyway, the breathing cycle is shorter in the 200m. Because the distance to cover is longer than in the 100m.

‘As expected, four steps are perfect for me when running the 200 meters.’

Inhale while taking four steps, and exhale while taking another four steps.

The running style is long stride, taking big steps.

Since he is full of power and his knees and ankles are strong, with no loss of power, this running style is perfect for him.

The posture was completed after modifying and modifying everything from the height of the elbows, the stride, and the angle at which the knees are spread. The perfect harmony of muscles and breathing that keeps the cycle created in that way from breaking down until the finish line.

He takes big steps, but doesn’t wobble. Despite his busy legs, his upper body, maintained at a constant height, is comfortable without shaking.

With that comfort, he pierced through the finish line.

[Kooom-!]

Waaaaaaa-!

Kyaaaaaaaa-!

1. Son. KOR. 19.70s

2. Garcia. CUB. 20.36s

3. Ito. JPN. 20.47s

4. Brimacombe. AUS. 20.53s

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「New Olympic Record」

Wow, I was trying to save energy, but it’s too fast?

The Cuban Garcia and the Japanese Ito were smiling, but it was a somewhat uncomfortable smile. They must have thought they would finish together, matching their pace in each group, but he just sprinted ahead alone.

He raised his hand to Ito to express his apologies. Gomen- [Japanese for “sorry”].

Ito, whose eyes met Jin-hyuk’s, smiled pleasantly and responded with applause.

He had achieved his goal by qualifying for the semi-finals, which was given to the top three.

Is Michael Marsh going to sulk again?

He had broken the Olympic record that Marsh held.

Just then, Marsh, who was standing behind the starting area with his hands on his hips, looking at the scoreboard, made eye contact with him. He waved to Marsh, who was expected to take first place in the next race, quarter group 4. I’m not sorry.

Hey, but don’t forget to order our dad’s sneakers.

***

New York.

There was someone admiring the view from the top floor of a magnificent skyscraper, bathed in the morning sunlight. His eyes, looking down at the world, were full of boredom. With an unbearable sense of tedium, he looked as if he would break the window and jump out at any moment.

‘Skyscraper… It’s monotonous.’

There are areas in Seoul that are densely packed with buildings called skyscrapers, but New York always feels different. When he first visited New York, he couldn’t help but gasp as he looked up at the sky.

‘It’s scary when you look up from below, but it looks cute when you look down from above.’

Is it like the difference in perspective between a child with a magnifying glass and an ant?

Anyway, it’s not nearly high enough to scratch the sky.

There’s also a poem like that.

Though Mount Tai is high, it’s still a hill under the sky.

‘Is it imagination or hot air to scratch the sky?’

There is a point where human imagination and exaggeration meet.

Create, name, transform, and name again.

‘Skyscraper curse.’

The curse of skyscrapers.

The hypothesis that countries that build super high-rise buildings experience the worst economic recession.

In addition to economic and social effects and impact analysis, there were also people who feared that the act itself would incur the wrath of the sky.

Hong Gi-jun did not know such hypotheses or superstitions.

Of course, he didn’t believe them either.

‘God is not interested in the human world. No, beyond indifference, he hates us like insects.’

Humans are more benevolent to insects.

It is said that eight out of ten humans try not to step on an ant when they find one. Two try to step on and kill them. It is said that it is human nature to feel sorry even if they accidentally step on one. But God does not care whether humans live or die, or what they do.

God doesn’t even know we exist here… As he murmured, savoring the subtly rising aroma of coffee, he heard a loud crash from outside.

That fatso with the mental age of a child is overdoing it again. As he muttered, the door burst open.

“Boss! Boss, is that you? Without even contacting us-”

Richard Hammond, a chubby man with brown-tinted blonde hair and a darker brown beard, wearing yellow sunglasses.

Hammond quickly hid his delighted expression and closed his mouth. It was because he noticed Hong Gi-jun, who had put his index finger to his lips.

Hong Gi-jun, who slightly raised the corner of his mouth, gestured, and Hammond placed his large body on a chair.

“Get out.”

Leave us.

At Hong Gi-jun’s command, still standing and lightly thrown, the New York SSS agents bowed and exited in an orderly fashion.

They were disciplined and swift, yet their movements were so careful that even the sound of the door closing could not be heard.

As soon as the SSS agents left, Hong Gi-jun placed his coffee cup on the desk and revealed the purpose of his secret visit.

“Richard. Will one year be enough?”

One year would be good to make it dramatic. Hong Gi-jun muttered, then withdrew his finger and tapped his temple.

Richard Hammond, with the mental age of 12, kept his mouth shut and listened like a good boy, with both hands neatly placed on his knees.

Because the words of Raymond Hong, Hammond’s only friend and boss, were law and the Bible.

Gulp-.

As Hammond’s Adam’s apple moved, Hong Gi-jun held up four fingers.

“Four billion.”

“Fo, fo…?”

“Can you prepare it?”

Hammond, who had stabilized his blinking eyes, leaned his upper body against the back of the chair.

“Of course. If I liquidate the assets I have, that’s no problem! The others can’t even dream of it, but it won’t take Richard even a month. But the reason you’re giving me a year is because you’re waiting for the giant wave, right?”

“Isn’t it not easy for someone like you to hold onto that much money? Use that time to make it grow. Don’t forget.”

“Okay. But is there a specific method or direction you want?”

“Not really. Ah-”

Hong Gi-jun raised his index finger as if he had remembered something.

“Just leave the Texas and Saudi oil fields alone. And the Chilean mines too.”

“Okay. But that money, you’re going to use it for that, right?”

“I guess I should tell you…”

He’s not someone who would go around blabbing about it.

“Tell me, go on.”

“Invest three billion in a Korean company.”

Hammond’s turquoise eyes shook greatly.

“Hey, Boss. Are you going to miss a good opportunity? The giant wave is coming, and you should eat up all the guys who get swept away! If you pour in three billion, the tasty ones won’t collapse, will they?”

That’s true… Hong Gi-jun, who muttered as if sighing, turned back to the window.

「Even though we have already secured an overwhelming technological advantage, I believe that the expansion policy of mergers and acquisitions is just another name for the greed to hunt down latecomers. It has always been like this. The slogan of liberating slaves, the people, and the masses was just a justification for territorial expansion and internal strife, and nothing more than a desire for war. We learn wisdom from history, but aren’t we also people who learn from the future?」

Some guy was pretending to be nice. Tsk-.

「Succession of employment, job security, it’s not forever. Even if you nail it down with the law, you can just change the law. And the law is on the side of the inheritors. Knowing that it’s a formality of employment succession, can people work comfortably? They will have to live with the anxiety of not knowing when they will be laid off. What kind of efficiency or productivity can you expect from such people?

I believe that giving the managers and employees of other companies the opportunity to choose for themselves is the generosity that a powerful person who controls the market can show.

Give them the opportunity to decide their own rise and fall.

They are not prey. They are colleagues and competitors who must run together. As you have seen in the 18th-century philosopher Adam Smith’s ‘The Wealth of Nations’….」

Hong Gi-jun had tried to read ‘The Wealth of Nations’ several times in college, but he always fell asleep. It was very soothing – the best for insomnia.

But he knows about the invisible hand. It’s famous.

In his youth, Hong Gi-jun thought of himself as an idealist.

His friends did not hesitate to call Hong Gi-jun a madman.

「…The proposition of the invisible hand is that when all economic actors compete for their own interests under a sound social system that pursues economic order…」

But then an even crazier madman appeared.

He knew he was clueless, but it was frustrating. He knew that Jin-hyuk had such a tendency, but this was severe. Isn’t it an incurable disease worse than athlete’s foot in the military?

– 【How romantic.】

That was what the shadow had said when they were watching Jin-hyuk’s actions together. A long time ago, in a different place, when he was doing something different.

Even though a sound social system that fairly encompasses the subject in all fields, not just the economy, cannot exist due to the imbalance of power, and even though he himself acknowledged that fact, Son Jin-hyuk ultimately did not give in. He endlessly repeated the same thing about giving them a chance. Like a parrot.

‘The only sin of the masses is foolishness, they say.’

Jin-hyuk had passionately argued that if you weigh foolishness and wickedness, the sin of the foolish is lighter. If you have to throw something away, you should naturally sacrifice the wicked side.

It was true, but it wasn’t easy. The reason why the common people are sacrificed whenever the situation is turbulent is because their sacrifice is an easy choice. That was the choice of all those in power.

「The world has already introduced Western-style management and corporate management models, and other companies are trying to imitate them. Although it is only an external imitation, if the appearance changes, the inside will follow. Just like how if you try to be a cool person, your thoughts change, and if your thoughts change, your appearance changes again, companies will eventually evolve through a virtuous cycle of positive change.

You have already thrown the topic of change to the world by changing Se-in. The world has already changed so much that it is hard to find its old appearance. You have given the stimulus for change, so now, with a little help, it will not collapse even if a big wave comes.

The words ‘financial crisis’ and ‘bailout’ are nothing more than good bait for politicians who need speeches and the media that needs articles.

Even if you pour in 200 billion or 400 billion dollars of public funds after something happens, where will that money go? Just because you sprinkle rain in the desert doesn’t mean that the rain will soak all the sand and seep into the ground. It will only soak the oasis, and the rest will disappear without a trace.

I think it is right to prevent the desert from forming in the first place. If you have the eyes to know the future, read the times, and have the ability to control it.

Disaster, national crisis, what kind of risk from where, most people don’t know these words. Even if they don’t know those words, they should be able to live happily every day, and that would be a normal and good world.

It is not the incompetent people in power who should disappear, but the good worker ants who die. The pain is the burden of those who are short of tuition, living expenses, winter clothes, bus fares, and even a single pack of ramen.

If you are educated, you must remember that what supports the country is not companies or bureaucrats, but individuals and families. If individuals collapse, families collapse, and if families collapse, the country collapses. This is the same as saying that individuals are the nation.

Just enough to realize the bubble, just enough to realize that it’s time to wake up from the dream of playing with money. Even if they just catch a cold, companies will automatically enter into soft restructuring.

Let the law judge the incompetent managers later. Even if the law is lenient and corrupt. That is also something that humans do.

That is a natural and human choice.」

A natural and human choice…

When he thought about it, it was romantic.

‘Ha-, that little rascal…’

Isn’t that a value that makes a chaebol chairman sigh?

If Jin-hyuk didn’t have extraordinary survival skills, if Hong Gi-jun didn’t feel indebted to Jin-hyuk… He would have worried about whether he could send his precious daughter to that rascal. Just like how he had scolded his young daughter, who had begged to marry Son Jin-hyuk in her past life, to come to her senses.

‘I was a bastard…’

Feeling a sudden surge of annoyance, Hong Gi-jun scratched his jaw like someone who had been bitten by a mosquito.

He was also born as the son of a poor shoemaker, and his life changed when he met Yoo Se-ra. But in his old age, he had not shown the same determination and boldness as Chairman Yoo Myung-sun. He had treated the person who had revived the group that had been shrinking after the chairman changed as just a young worker ant.

‘Damn it, Hong Gi-jun, you bastard.’

Ah, this is annoying.

He reorganized his thoughts again and finally opened his mouth.

“Hammond…”

“Yes sir, Boss.”

Richard Hammond, a genius of asset management.

He was the second person Hong Gi-jun sought out after returning to the past.

A genius who did not exist in history, but was found with the help of the shadow.

– “Can you find the most talented person in making money?”

– 【This is the one. The most outstanding soul in the world you lived in. His condition is not good. That’s why no one tried to use him.】

In his past life, Hammond had lived as a cashier at a supermarket until he was forty, with a mental age of 12, and then died. He had not even lived half of his given lifespan, so it could be called an untimely death.

Chocolate, red meat, sugar, sugar, and more sugar.

It was a lonely death with no family or relatives to see him off.

Well, he still looks far from healthy, but thanks to Hong Gi-jun, there is nothing wrong with his life. He also gets regular checkups.

Hong Gi-jun had become Hammond’s only friend.

He had put in so much effort to recruit this eccentric, such as playing video games together with tasteless low-sodium food and zero cola, that if he wrote it as an essay, quite a few people would get cancer or collapse from high blood pressure.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course, I trust you! I’ve never not trusted you!”

Hammond smiled brightly, waving his open arms up and down like an excited child.

Hong Gi-jun nodded with a solemn expression.

“Then do as I tell you.”

“Tell me, go on.”

“We have to stop the giant wave.”

There will be no financial crisis.

Foreign capital, blinded by money, will not set foot to swallow the country.

There will be no golden army trampling on those who shed tears of blood in collapsing companies.

‘Okay, I told him to live a fun life, so I’ll grant him that much wish.’

That was.