The Genius Grandson Of The Cash King Becomes A Tycoon [EN]: Chapter 155

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Jo Byeong-gyu, a section chief at Shinhwa Motors’ design center, gathered everyone.

“Alright, everyone placed their bets?”

A bet of 100,000 won [approximately $75 USD] was placed on the contract ratio between the D5 and S5.

All 14 members of his department participated.

A large gambling game of 1.4 million won [approximately $1,050 USD] was held.

Most bet on the D5 being dominant.

However, two new designer employees bet that the S5 would win 8 to 2, according to their convictions.

At that moment, Center Director Lee Myeong-seok entered and saw the people gathered.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh my! The center director is here.”

Employee Yu Mi-ra, who bet on the S5 winning with an 8 to 2 ratio, was more surprised than the others.

The others looked relieved because they had bet on the D5.

The center director, understanding the situation, said.

“How can you all bet on the D5 like this, without any sense? Put some money on our President Peter’s S5 too. Is there no one who will bet?”

He smiled and looked around.

“Hahaha, the D5 will take up most of the contracts, Center Director.”

Jo Byeong-gyu, the section chief skilled in getting ahead, rubbed his hands together and flattered him.

Lee Myeong-seok, looking at him with a satisfied expression, took out money from his pocket.

“Is it 100,000 won? Then I’ll bet that the S5 wins 9 to 1.”

“Hahaha.”

Everyone laughed loudly.

It was an impossible figure anyway.

It was to be used for the subordinates’ *hoe-shik* [company dinner] expenses.

“Then, good work, everyone. You’ve all worked hard.”

“You’ve worked hard too, Center Director.”

With the new car launch tomorrow, pleasantries were exchanged.

Lee Myeong-seok went home, had dinner with his family for the first time in a while, and went to bed early.

His own victory was important, but the car had to sell a lot.

He waited anxiously for tomorrow.

He left early in the morning and deliberately visited all the dealerships before coming to the company.

Each dealership was full of long lines.

At least the success seemed guaranteed.

‘Although I don’t know which car has more contracts… it’s good!’

He was relieved by the success of the new car.

Center Director Lee Myeong-seok tried to focus on work, calming his scattered mind.

However, he couldn’t concentrate on work all day because of his excited heart.

Looking at the clock, it was 4 o’clock.

Around 6 o’clock, today’s contracts would be tallied.

Lee Myeong-seok looked at the transparent nameplate on his desk.

Design Center Director, Lee Myeong-seok.

A living witness to Dragon Motors, who had fallen and risen repeatedly.

Dragon Motors, with a strong vitality like a weed that rises again even when it falls.

Although the company name was changed to Shinhwa Motors, the identity must be inherited.

He was convinced that a strong and rough *sang-namja* [manly man] style should be Shinhwa Motors’ design code.

Chairman Yoon Jeong-hoon, who doesn’t know anything.

A washed-up designer who only emphasizes smooth curves.

He decided to establish Shinhwa Motors’ design identity through this opportunity.

He pulled the chair back and started typing on the computer again.

There were many approval documents to process.

He was concentrating on work for a long time.

The intercom rang.

“Center Director, everyone has gathered.”

Lee Myeong-seok checked his old watch.

It was already 6 o’clock.

“I’ll be right out.”

He wanted to enjoy today’s victory in front of everyone.

And there was also a duty to congratulate the winner of the bet.

6:4? 7:3? Perhaps he secretly hoped that the D5 would be contracted much more at 8:2.

His expectations were that high.

He burst open the door and headed to the conference room with confident steps.

He turned the doorknob and opened the door.

The expressions of the employees looking at him were stiff.

They had embarrassed expressions.

‘Ha, they’re trying to do an old hidden camera prank. Tsk.’

He had to play along.

“Have you arrived?”

Even Section Chief Jo, who was born to flatter, had a stiff expression.

‘Anyway, his acting is amazing, isn’t it?’

“The atmosphere is not good… are the results not good? Is it only about 6 to 4?”

“…”

It was a pity that the D5 did 6, but it couldn’t be helped.

“Well, it can’t be helped. We have to be satisfied with that much. Shall we call our cute Chairman?”

The conference room door opened and President Peter Glyder entered.

Following him was the group chairman, who was a young and ignorant outsider.

Lee Myeong-seok hurriedly erased the smile on his face.

“Have you arrived?”

Lee Myeong-seok greeted him politely.

The situation was clearly his victory.

The deeper he bowed, the more he shined.

“The center director was here too. Did you hear the results?”

“I haven’t heard them yet.”

Jeong-hoon saw the faint smile on Lee Myeong-seok’s face.

‘Is he a magnanimous man? Or is he out of his mind because the result is so shocking?’

It was an incomprehensible smile.

“Didn’t you get the results here?”

Jeong-hoon asked the people gathered.

“Ah, that’s… we received them, but we haven’t told the center director yet.”

“Tell me.”

The subordinate who was hesitating approached him.

“The center director won the bet.”

“What, I won? That’s great…”

Lee Myeong-seok, who was twitching his lips, stopped moving and only blinked his eyes.

He stood still like a broken doll.

He was understanding the situation.

“What, me? Is it 9 to 1? S5 is 9? Are you sure?”

The employees who were looking at the center director slowly nodded.

Understanding the situation, he bit his lower lip tightly.

His face turned red.

He was ashamed.

His head lowered on its own.

Without the strength to lift it again, he said in a cracked voice.

“I’m sorry, but I’ll go get some fresh air for a while.”

“Do so.”

He moved his steps with difficulty and went outside, taking a deep breath outside the building.

9 to 1?

Really?

Ha, Lee Myeong-seok is finished. He’s finished.

He wanted to hide in a rat hole.

It was the moment of his perfect defeat and the end of his life as a designer.

He was looking down, then he raised his head and looked around.

It was a familiar landscape that he had seen for over 20 years.

‘I’ve been here too long. I have to end it now!’

Having decided, he turned around and entered the building.

He was walking on the cold marble floor and was about to enter the conference room where people were gathered.

The phone in his pocket rang briefly.

It was a text from his wife.

‘Honey, you’ve worked hard. I heard Shinhwa Motors hit the jackpot today, congratulations! *Samgyeopsal* [pork belly] party okay today? Come home early. The kids are waiting.’

A congratulatory text from his wife.

She was his wife who had stood by his side, overcoming countless bankruptcy crises.

A strong woman who supplemented living expenses with a mart-time job when living expenses were insufficient.

Thinking of her, the center director’s eyes lit up.

‘I can’t resign!’

He couldn’t resign yet.

Now that the company was taking off, he wanted to bring a proper salary to his hardworking wife, even if he couldn’t give her a luxurious life.

I wish I could get one more chance…

He pushed open the old conference room door and entered.

Everyone looked at Lee Myeong-seok.

He went to President Peter Glyder and Chairman Yoon Jeong-hoon.

“President Peter, and Chairman Yoon Jeong-hoon, I lost. I think my ability is only this much. I want to write a resignation letter, but I can’t afford to retire yet because of my hardworking family. I have a lot of apartment loan debt too. Please give me one more chance.”

Lee Myeong-seok bowed his head in front of Peter and Yoon Jeong-hoon.

Jeong-hoon gestured to Peter.

“Resignation? What are you talking about? The D5 design didn’t suit the passenger car, but it had individuality. Please take charge of the next project, the G series design.”

“The G series?”

“Yes.”

Peter, with a winner’s smile, nodded.

Jeong-hoon, who was watching, stepped forward.

He took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.

On the paper was drawn an SUV full of masculinity that seemed to run through the rough desert.

“The center director designed this, right? Peter praised it after seeing this. He said it was a design suitable for the next-generation SUV project, the G series. He said it felt like muscles were twitching.”

“How did you get that?”

“Peter told me. Actually, I was going to fire this center director, but Peter brought this paper. He said he was a talent who hadn’t seen the light yet. He said let’s give him a chance.”

“Really?”

Lee Myeong-seok looked at Peter.

“Hmm, hmm.”

Peter, who met Lee Myeong-seok’s gaze, turned his head as if he was embarrassed.

He had decided to resign if he lost this bet.

He changed his mind in the middle because of his wife.

At the recognition of a world-renowned designer, his cheekbones rose without him knowing.

‘Ha, was it recognition after all?’

It was the moment he realized that the reason he couldn’t recognize Peter until now was because of inferiority.

“I will do whatever you tell me to do in the future. I will do it with a learning attitude.”

“Yes, let’s do well in the future. Please express your individuality as a designer to your heart’s content.”

Lee Myeong-seok’s eyes turned red at Peter’s kind smile.

“How about *samgyeopsal* [pork belly] and soju simply today?”

Peter’s suggestion.

Jeong-hoon secretly took out a black card from his pocket and handed it to him.

“With this!”

“Thank you, Chairman.”

“What’s the limit?”

“Unlimited per person… unlimited!”

Peter’s eyes were filled with emotion. He saw the man who gave him the black card and disappeared leisurely.

He is a young giant.

It was a half-doubtful trip to Korea.

However, thanks to the group’s support, he was able to present a car that poured out his capabilities to the world.

It is the best moment as a designer.

Suddenly, he thought of the face of the Volkswagen chairman who had been picking on his design.

‘How are you doing? Hans! Wait, Shinhwa Motors will surpass Volkswagen.’

A new goal was engraved in Peter Glyder’s mind.

Jeong-hoon went to the Shinhwa Motors headquarters.

The S5 he ordered was shining, showing off its sleek figure.

‘It’s well-designed even if I see it again.’

It wasn’t as good as a Bugatti, but it was a design that would be a sensational hit.

Jeong-hoon thought of Eun-soo, who likes cars.

‘You lucky bastard, you have good friends.’

Turning on the engine, he slowly stepped on the accelerator.

The S5 slipped out of the parking lot.

Jeong-hoon took the car, which smelled of leather, and returned home.

***

He took the S5, which hadn’t even had its vinyl cover removed, to the nursing hospital in Jecheon.

It was once where Cheon Jin-hyeok stayed, but now Eun-soo is playing and eating.

He doesn’t seem to have anything wrong with him.

He was using his grandmother as a shield and stubbornly refused to leave the nursing hospital.

Jeong-hoon passed through the lobby that smelled of medicine and knocked on the door of the hospital room where Eun-soo was staying.

A familiar old man’s voice was heard.

“Come in.”

Inside the room, which was larger than his room, was a plush sofa and a large TV.

It was a VIP room.

Wrinkles were etched on Jeong-hoon’s forehead.

‘A malingerer is in a VIP room, I have to move him to a 6-person room.’

“Jeong-hoon, what’s going on?”

Grandma called Jeong-hoon. And next to her was Chairman Gu, who was a little awkward to call grandfather.

“Hello, Chairman Gu.”

“Jeong-hoon is here!”

He looked happy to see Jeong-hoon.

“Where’s Eun-soo?”

“He went to get treatment. What’s going on without contacting me?”

“Me? I’m going to give Eun-soo a gift. But what are you doing here, Grandma?”

“That guy is so bored that he’s acting spoiled, so I came with Old Man Gu to get some fresh air. He’s in the small auditorium now. Go and see him. It’s called drama therapy, so go and watch it.”

“Yes, I’ll go and come back.”

Jeong-hoon opened the hospital room door and went outside.

He admired the famous paintings hanging on the wall and walked to the small auditorium.

He opened the thick door and went inside, and there were people on the stage.

Eun-soo was reciting cheesy lines in the middle of the stage.

“To be, or not to be… that is the question.”

The *balseong* [vocalization], facial expressions, and even gestures.

Everything was good.

The people who were acting together were only looking at Eun-soo’s face.

“Cut, very good. Eun-soo. Don’t you really want to try acting?”

It was a familiar voice.

Who is it? He went to the front of the stage, thinking he knew someone.

“Hey, Jeong Eun-soo, what are you doing here?”

“What’s going on? Our busy Chairman Yoon is here!”

At Eun-soo’s words, the woman who was looking at the patients hurriedly turned her head.

“Ms. Cha Bo-ah.”

“Yoon Jeong-hoon? No, why is Chairman Yoon Jeong-hoon here?”

“Me? Jeong Eun-soo… is my friend.”

“Ha, I thought he was a delusional patient, but he’s real.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Me? Volunteering. I’m volunteering for the drama therapy program.”

It was an absurd meeting.

Jeong-hoon sat on the auditorium chair and had a trivial conversation with Eun-soo.

Cha Bo-ah hovered around, glancing at Jeong-hoon.

Cha Bo-ah seemed to want to talk to Jeong-hoon.

But Jeong-hoon had to give the car and go up quickly.

Her face seemed full of regret, but it couldn’t be helped.

“Ms. Cha Bo-ah, it was nice to meet you. I have something urgent to do today, so I’ll be going now. Then see you next time.”

“Ah, yes.”

Jeong-hoon took Eun-soo and left the auditorium.

He went to the hospital entrance and asked Eun-soo.

“Hey, when are you going to be discharged?”

“Huh? I’m still very sick. I sweat at night, I get full quickly after eating, anyway, I’m very sick.”

Jeong-hoon came out of the nursing hospital and took Eun-soo to the parking lot.

The shiny new car S5 was waiting for them.

“How is it? Well-designed, right?”

“Wow, it’s amazing… As expected, it’s definitely different because the designer changed. I heard it was a hit.”

“Yeah, we signed 300,000 contracts in a month. You have to wait 6 months to get a new car now.”

“Wow, I really want to have it.”

“Really? Then get discharged.”

“I’m sick!”

Eun-soo raised his eyebrows at Jeong-hoon.

“Then it can’t be helped. I brought it to give it to you. A sick person shouldn’t drive. I have to take it back.”

“Ha, this *gae-ja-shik* [son of a bitch]… No, what a nice friend. Are you giving it to me?”

“Of course. I haven’t even taken off the vinyl yet. What’s the point of having good friends?”

“What’s the purpose?”

Eun-soo asked with suspicious eyes.

“What purpose… it’s just that there’s no point in hiding like this.”

Jeong-hoon thought about talking about Lee Heon, but he stopped.

It’s not the time yet.

“Hoo, my chest is already stuffy when I think about going out.”

“It’s good to run cool when you’re stuffy.”

Jeong-hoon shook the S5 key in front of Eun-soo’s face so that it rattled.

“Hmm… Driving is best with a Bugatti. The *sonmat* [feel] is different!”

Eun-soo, who coveted the Bugatti, sparkled his eyes.

Jeong-hoon also defended quickly.

“Your own car will be more fun than someone else’s car, right?”

“That’s true, but the difference in class is a bit severe!”

“Then buy it with your money. Then it’s done.”

Murderous intent was in Eun-soo’s eyes.

“Eun-soo, I’m going up. Come home. Don’t waste hospital bills. Oh, you have to pay the hospital bills from tomorrow. You know it’s 300,000 won a day.”

“Ya…”

Eun-soo didn’t say anything more.

“Get lost, you bastard!”

“Okay, see you at home tomorrow.”

Jeong-hoon’s Bugatti made a loud noise and left the quiet nursing hospital.

Eun-soo, who was watching the disappearing Bugatti, carefully tore off the vinyl of his S5.

He set the mirrors and seats to fit his body, then gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“Yeah, I’ve been here for a long time. It’s not a solution to avoid it… I have to solve it now.”

Eun-soo, who bit his lower lip tightly, looked at the distant mountains with a determined expression.

He only stared at the blue mountains without moving.

***

Jeong-hoon, who returned to the company, called Cha Young-mi.

“How’s the situation in Japan?”

“Well, if we open it as it is, the server will probably crash 100 percent.”

“Ha, why are those guys so stubborn?”

“That’s the samurai spirit. Stubbornness.”

Cha Young-mi giggled.

“What do you think will happen?”

Jeong-hoon, who frowned and pressed his temples, asked.

“At the current trend, it will probably be down within 2 hours.”

“Hmm, what are those friends doing now? Are they sightseeing?”

“Yes,”

“Deploy!”

“Yes.”

Jeong-hoon’s special forces prepared by Shinhwa Games have already landed in Tokyo and are on standby.

They with powerful combat power were scheduled to be deployed to the heart of Sooni Games.

The Genius Grandson of the Cash King Becomes a Tycoon.