The Genius Grandson Of The Cash King Becomes A Tycoon [EN]: Chapter 148

“I’ve seen plenty of loudmouths in my life. They all went to the bottom of Tokyo Bay after acting recklessly. If you lined them up, they’d circle the stadium three times.”

A look full of distrust.

Jeong-hoon was unfazed by the look.

He was full of confidence.

“Everything I’ve wanted has come true so far. Can’t you see? The Shinhwa Group is behind me. Do you think my grandmother built this?”

It wasn’t wrong.

Shin Byeong-gyu initially thought it was Hyun Jeong-ok’s halo effect.

But the more he investigated, the more he realized it was Yoon Jeong-hoon’s ability.

In less than seven years, they were competing for the top one or two spots in the business world.

Not a single acquisition had failed. No, he even revived dying companies.

The ‘Yoon’s Law’ was created: ‘Invest all your assets in companies acquired by Yoon Jeong-hoon.’

Unfailing ability.

A young age.

Even a face that rivaled celebrities.

It was a flaw that he seemed a bit frivolous, but with that much money, it was a relief that he wasn’t arrogant.

But the war with the Yamaguchi-gumi was a war with Japan.

He had to risk everything he had achieved.

He closed his eyes.

The past flashed by like a slideshow.

He had come this far by helping the oppressed Korean residents in Japan.

He bit his lip and took out his phone from his pocket.

Choi Byeong-gi.

The chairman of the pachinko [a type of Japanese pinball] company Maruhan and one of Japan’s top 10 billionaires.

“Hyung [older brother or close male friend], do you remember the promise you made a long time ago?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You said you’d take care of our kids if I died.”

“Stop talking nonsense and unify that messy dialect. Is your dialect bilingual too?”

“Hehehe, I understand. Let’s have some bulgogi [Korean BBQ beef] and soju [Korean rice liquor] next time.”

He hung up the phone.

“Do you know that the Yamaguchi-gumi is gathering in Daemado [Tsushima Island, located between Korea and Japan]?”

“Yes, we estimate about 2,000 people.”

His eyes widened.

‘What, 2,000 people?’

He had expected a maximum of 1,000 people.

The Yamaguchi-gumi’s 2,000 elite troops.

They weren’t trying to support the Korean organization. They were trying to conquer the night.

He felt the aura of a bloody war.

“What are you going to do? Are you going to handle it in Busan?”

“I don’t want Busan to become a sea of blood. It’s a rough but beautiful city, no more blood.”

“Then, what are you going to do?”

Shin Byeong-gyu didn’t understand.

“I’m going to handle it in Daemado.”

‘What, Daemado? I didn’t even think about it.’

He thought it would be advantageous to handle it in Korea.

If they handled it in Daemado, it could be disadvantageous because it was enemy territory.

But if they succeeded, they could gain a foothold.

Success would be the best, but failure would mean there was no way out.

It would be a do-or-die situation, and they could be annihilated.

‘This is going to be fun.’

“Hahaha, good, that’s a great plan.”

He burst into hearty laughter.

“I’m risking my life. What are you going to risk?”

“Shouldn’t I risk my life too?”

“My fortune teller said things would be noisy in my later years; it must be because of you.

Then prove your ability. Subdue the 2,000 people gathering in Daemado and dominate the night in Daemado. Then I will take over Osaka and Kyoto without delay.”

His words meant he was starting an all-out war.

He would take over Osaka and Kyoto to cut off rear support.

It was clear that he planned to enter Tokyo together after that.

As expected of the boss of one of the three major Yakuza [Japanese organized crime syndicate] organizations.

“Is this a test?”

Jeong-hoon looked at Shin Byeong-gyu.

It was clear that he was testing him.

A test he hadn’t seen in a long time.

The Japanese Yakuza, one of the world’s three major Mafia groups, and us are different in size.

I need to show them my skills properly.

“I need to check your skills; don’t be disappointed.”

“No. I will pass the test. But don’t be too surprised.”

Shin Byeong-gyu saw the confident look in his eyes and couldn’t help but trust him.

‘Huh, that guy uses his eyes to persuade people. He’s the real deal!’

Shin Byeong-gyu raised his hand and called his secretary.

“Bring it.”

The secretary brought a white gourd bottle and a set of sake cups.

“This is Andong soju [a traditional Korean distilled liquor]. It’s a liquor that scholars who valued spirit and fidelity more than life drank.”

He offered Jeong-hoon a glass.

“Diluted Korean soju is fake. This is the real soju. I’ll help you get rid of the fake and make the real the owner, young friend, no, Chairman Yoon.”

“Thank you.”

The two men’s glasses clinked together with a cheerful sound.

The strong soju went down his throat.

A strong scent wafted.

“I heard you’re holding 100 Yakuza members hostage.”

“Yes, they’re imprisoned in Incheon.”

“What are you going to do? If you hand them over to us, we’ll take care of them. We owe them a bit too.”

“Unfortunately, my Russian friends made the first move.”

“The Russian Mafia?”

After thinking for a moment, his face was filled with a smile.

“Did you know that the Russian Mafia and the Yamaguchi-gumi are enemies?”

“Yes. They are both puppets of the government. Aren’t they still fighting proxy wars over the Northern Territories [disputed islands between Russia and Japan]?”

“Hahaha, Zhuge Liang [a famous Chinese strategist] would be speechless. If you hand them over, the conflict will explode.”

“Yes, if the war with Russia becomes serious, the defense of the main camp will become weak. It will probably be even easier.”

“Good, very good.”

He burst into a hearty laugh and then got up from his seat.

“I need to start exercising from today. I have a lot to do, so I can’t be weak. Well, take care and see you next time.”

“Please go safely.”

“Take care of yourself too… It doesn’t matter if you lose everything. If you disappear, everything will be in vain. Remember my words.”

“Yes, thank you, Elder.”

Jeong-hoon bowed to him with all due respect.

He disappeared with a kind smile.

***

Meanwhile, 20 vans arrived at a warehouse in Incheon.

Men with pale white faces got out in droves.

It was clear that they had machine guns in their arms.

They still didn’t trust each other.

The Russian Mafia’s Romanov looked at Mr. Kwak, who was sitting at the negotiating table.

A rough impression with a blunt face,

The deep scars on his face suggested his skills.

He took out a cigarette and sat in front of Mr. Kwak, who was on the phone.

-Chwa-rak,

After lighting it, he exhaled a long stream of smoke.

He slowly opened his mouth.

“I don’t usually trust monkeys.”

Kwak Hyun-soo’s eyebrows twitched.

‘Is he trying to take the lead? Then I need to do it properly.’

It was when Romanov took his second drag of cigarette smoke.

Kwak Hyun-soo slowly nodded his head.

-Pow

The cigarette light disappeared from the flying bullet.

He froze.

“This time it was the cigarette light, but if you spout nonsense one more time, it’ll be your mouth.”

“Cough,”

Romanov wanted to get up and grab him by the collar and shake him.

But his frozen body didn’t move even a little.

“Boss, he’s right in front of me. Should we proceed as planned?”

“Yes, do so.”

Kwak Hyun-soo hung up the phone and looked at Romanov.

A white face with a cold, vampire-like impression, it was clearly a look that craved blood.

“Hey, Mr. Kwak. This is enough. 100 machine guns and ammunition for 100 lives isn’t bad.”

“Yeah, that’s right. But they’re 100 elite members of the Yamaguchi-gumi. I think we need to get twice as much. And add three sniper rifles.”

“What? Elite?”

Kwak Hyun-soo nodded his head.

Romanov’s face began to turn red.

“If they’re elite, are they the guys who attacked Vladivostok three years ago?”

“Well, I can’t say for sure, but those guys might be here too. Maybe.”

Romanov’s cheeks twitched.

Five of his friends were killed in a sudden attack three years ago.

Dozens of organization members died and were crippled.

What was even more infuriating was that it happened on the day they ended the 10-year war between organizations in Vladivostok and signed a peace treaty.

The Russian Mafia lost Vladivostok because of that incident.

“Those bastards, I can’t even chew them up enough. Should I say thank you for this?”

“There’s no need to thank me. By the way, the value of the hostages we have has gone up.”

“What do you mean? The Inakawa-kai [another Yakuza organization], the second largest Yakuza organization, wants these guys. They’re giving us a lot of cash.”

Romanov’s brow furrowed.

Feeling upset, he pressed his temples.

“Anyway, you guys are all scammers. Yellow mon…”

‘Next time it’ll be your mouth.’

He hurriedly picked up his words and looked around with a nervous expression.

Fortunately, there was no sign of anything.

“There’s no difference between Korea and Japan when it comes to not keeping promises.”

“Hey, don’t get me wrong. We haven’t signed anything yet. We’re still negotiating. If you don’t like it, you can go back. I won’t give you back the gas money.”

Kwak Hyun-soo lightly threw a stack of 10,000 won [Korean currency] bills on the table.

“Tell me what you want. We don’t like pushing and pulling. If we get upset, we all die together.”

Romanov smiled bitterly and raised his hand.

The men behind him opened their coats wide.

There were grenades and suicide bombs hanging all over them.

‘You ignorant bastards. That’s why you always get beaten.’

“Double. 2000 machine guns, ammunition, and 10 German-made G29 sniper rifles.”

“That’s not easy…”

“Then there’s nothing we can do.”

“Wait a minute.”

Romanov stepped aside to make a phone call.

And he came back and glared with a frown.

And soon he smiled bitterly.

“You son of a bitch, you won. The boss has allowed it.”

“Hmph, then I’ll give you a gift too. 70 of the Yakuza bastards were involved in the Vladivostok attack three years ago.”

“What?”

Romanov’s face lit up.

“And, we’re going to war with the Yamaguchi-gumi. The guys in Hokkaido might return to Tokyo.”

“Does that mean?”

“Well, it means let’s be good neighbors in the future. Even if we take over Tokyo, don’t go south anymore.”

“You’re talking like a dreamer.”

Romanov also knew.

If they left Hokkaido, it would be a no-man’s-land.

An opportunity for revenge was arising.

“T, thank you. Let’s have a drink next time we see each other.”

“A drink. Good.”

He shook hands and turned around.

A week later, Romanov’s men unloaded the promised goods in Daemado.

And in return, they took 100 prisoners from Incheon to Russia.

“How have you been? Japanese monkeys.”

The Yakuza were horrified when they saw the Russians.

The cruel things they had done so far flashed through their minds like a slideshow.

It was the moment the gates of hell opened.

-Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow

Dull popping sounds were heard continuously.

***

“DogTalk”

“CatTalk”

“SesameTalk”

“PerillaTalk”

“DewTalk”

“FriendTalk”

“TeleTalk”

“KakaoTalk”

He held a contest for the entire group with 10 million won [Korean currency] at stake, but a name that captured his heart did not appear.

How can their senses be so bad?

“SesameTalk, KakaoTalk, ChocoTalk, DewTalk, TalkTalk, TukTuk, MutualTalk, FreeTalk, there are a lot of suggestions, but nothing really hits me.”

“I recommend SesameTalk. You can talk with your lover like sesame seeds are pouring out.”

“How about DewTalk? Don’t you feel like the messages are getting fresher?”

‘Ha, look at that crazy old man.’

He vowed to sew his lips shut if he could.

Anyway, both of them have senses that have pierced the floor and gone down to the 10th basement level.

Lee Byeong-seok, who is obsessed with DewTalk.

Cha Young-mi, who insists on SesameTalk.

Cheon Jin-hyeok is completely indifferent.

He couldn’t decide.

“Let’s decide on the name later; how far has the free messenger program progressed?”

“Development is complete. We are fixing bugs now. You can send and receive messages via Wi-Fi and 3G communication. It’s not that difficult because it’s a system that only transmits text.”

“But this is more innovative than I thought.”

Cha Young-mi’s evaluation.

Lee Byeong-seok had an expectant look on his face.

“It’s a free message. It costs a few won to send a text message now, but it’s free, so it will definitely explode. So the problem is…”

“What is it?”

“The server cost is… There will be a huge amount of traffic. I don’t know how to solve the money problem. I’m being careful because I have a sin I committed.”

“Ha, money? President Lee Byeong-seok.”

He felt bad.

Talking about money in front of him.

He lowered his voice.

“What do I have?”

“You only have money. Boss.”

Did I say too much about money?

I need to make sure they don’t cling to money.

“Please focus on quality rather than money. It doesn’t matter if we lose money. Please continue to do your best in the future. Genius developer President Lee Byeong-seok!”

Lee Byeong-seok’s lips curled up at the sudden compliment.

“Boss, it’s too obvious that you don’t have a soul.”

Cha Young-mi pointed out with a ghost-like sense.

“I’m just not good at expressing myself, but it’s not that I don’t have a soul. Anyway, good job. By the way, what happened to the Revenge game?”

“I made it so you can use the service for now.”

Cheon Jin-hyeok smiled strangely.

‘It’s clear that the two of them are playing tricks again.’

I’ve told them repeatedly not to commit crimes like hacking without permission, but a dog doesn’t stop eating poop.

Damn it!

Cha Young-mi’s rule was to repay it 10 times over.

She spread game hack programs all over China.

Lee Byeong-seok helped, and it was a hack program of an unbelievably high level.

It was a cheat key that the game company couldn’t handle.

The person who used it became invincible.

The interest in the game dropped in an instant.

In addition, they intentionally inflated server traffic to slow down the speed.

A slow and boring game.

A game company that cannot prevent the use of hack programs.

Interest plummeted.

The slump in Revenge, Ilsong Games’ biggest source of revenue, eventually led to a stock price crash.

“Hmm, so this is why Ilsong Games’ stock price has plummeted recently.”

“Hehe, I have to take revenge as I received it. Isn’t that right, Boss.”

“That’s right… I don’t know if we’re just bullying good people for no reason.”

“That’s definitely not true. In fact, this game developer is my senior. He’s being exploited a lot.”

“A developer is being exploited? Who is exploiting someone who made such a hit game?”

“Ah, the story is actually a bit deep. Anyway, Ilsong Games is a very bad guy.”

“Really? What do you all think of the Revenge game?”

He answered without thinking at the sudden question.

“It’s fun.”

The stock price plummeted as a large number of Revenge users left.

Jeong-hoon was hungry when he saw a good prey in front of him.

“Everyone pay attention. Gather all the money and buy Ilsong Games stock. As much as you can buy.”

“Boss, are you serious?”

Cha Young-mi, who has a great intuition, looked at Jeong-hoon.

She saw the greed in his eyes.

“Yes. I’m still hungry. I’m still hungry.”