The Genius Grandson Of The Cash King Becomes A Tycoon [EN]: Chapter 176

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Upon hearing Jeong-hoon’s words about leaving his phone behind, the secretary hesitated for a moment before picking up the receiver.

She dialed Park Soo-gil’s number according to the manual.

Secretary Song Mi-seon gave a forced, awkward smile to the man in front of her while waiting for the call to connect.

The man looked at his watch, a troubled expression on his face.

“It’s not connecting. What should we do? I can’t let you in without permission.”

“I’ll find it quickly. I just need to pop in and out. I’m very busy right now… Would that be alright?”

Song Mi-seon momentarily wavered at the man’s smiling face, but she recalled the strict security manual of the law firm.

She remembered a colleague who was fired a few months ago for violating the manual.

“I’m sorry. Let me try calling again.”

Another awkward moment began.

Her face, which had been anxiously glued to the phone, suddenly lit up.

“Director, the person from earlier said he left his phone and is coming to get it.”

“Alright.”

The line went dead.

For a moment, it seemed like a different voice than usual.

No, she definitely called the director’s number saved on her phone.

It was automatically saved.

“You have permission, right?”

“Yes. Shall I help you?”

Jeong-hoon stood up and quickly stopped her from helping.

“It’s okay. I’ll find it and come out quickly.”

“Ah, yes. Take your time. The director gave permission.”

Jeong-hoon opened the door with a relaxed gait and a satisfied smile.

“Of course, he would give permission. Hehehe.”

Cha Young-mi, who had been searching every nook and cranny of Haesong for days, checked the security manual on the secretary’s office computer.

So, she prepared Park Soo-gil’s voice in advance.

Cutting and creating the voice used for the inheritance a while ago was a piece of cake.

And she changed the phone number saved on the phone just a moment ago.

Park Soo-gil’s secretary, Song Mi-seon, would firmly believe that she had spoken with Director Park Soo-gil.

There’s no helping it.

Jeong-hoon approached Park Soo-gil’s desk.

He took out the USB from his pocket and plugged it into the back of the computer next to the desk.

Then, he took out the earphones and put them back in.

“Connected.”

“Okay, now come out carefully.”

Her voice was excited.

She was thrilled, typing on the keyboard at a brisk pace for the first time in a while.

“Are you perhaps curious about Chairman Park Soo-gil’s computer too?”

“No.”

“Then I’ll just copy the hard drive as an image. Let me know if you need it.”

“Ahem.”

He didn’t bother stopping her.

She hadn’t gotten her revenge.

She needed a place to vent her frustrations, and Haesong’s computers were very good toys.

Jeong-hoon took out the phone wedged in the sofa.

He opened the door and waved the phone at the gazes directed at him.

After a brief nod, he took the elevator down to the first floor.

He went outside and entered a small van parked across from the Haesong building.

Kwak Hyun-soo was in the driver’s seat, and Ji Hyun-bok was dozing in the passenger seat.

And there was Cha Young-mi typing on the computer and Cheon Jin-hyuk with an awkward expression.

It was a rare combination to see.

“How long will it take to get everything?”

“It should be done within 2 hours.”

“Is there that much data?”

“Yes, there’s a separate server, and there’s a lot of data inside.”

“Then I’ll take a nap for the first time in a while.”

Jeong-hoon leaned back completely in his seat and closed his eyes.

He had confidently declared that he could crush Park Soo-gil’s Haesong.

But,

even he was secretly a little afraid.

Investigation, indictment, and judgment were in their hands.

The fact that some tycoons were dismantled and politicians went to jail was all because of their games.

Could he fight and win against such people?

A fistfight is not difficult.

But this war with the massive cartel felt like it wouldn’t be easy.

‘Can I wipe them out? Can Sinhwa remain strong even after President Gu Han-soo?’

With those questions, he slowly fell asleep.

***

Park Da-hye opened a law firm in a small space in Seocho-dong [a district in Seoul known for its legal and business presence].

She joined forces with friends she met at the Judicial Research and Training Institute [a postgraduate program for aspiring judges, prosecutors, and lawyers in South Korea].

The main focus of the firm would be on human rights and advocacy for the socially disadvantaged.

She didn’t breathe a word about her background to anyone.

But there was no one who didn’t know Park Da-hye, the most watched student at Seoul National University’s Law School.

People liked Park Da-hye’s down-to-earth and friendly demeanor, despite being from the highest aristocracy.

After finishing work in the morning, she left work early.

She made up an excuse that she had something to do.

After a quick lunch at a nearby hamburger restaurant, she camped out there.

Outside the window, the brilliantly shining Haesong Building faced her.

After constantly checking the time, she took out her phone and pressed and held the number 2 on the dial.

“This is Park Hyun-cheol.”

He answered the phone in a solemn voice.

“What, you didn’t save my number? Are you still sulking about the campsite?”

“Ah, no. It’s not that, I just wanted to show the dignity of a solemn father.”

“Hmph, Dad, that kind of thing comes from your wallet, not your voice. Your wallet!”

“Why did you call?”

“Is Grandpa giving a special lecture at the Judicial Research and Training Institute today?”

“Yes, I secretly checked with the secretary’s office yesterday.”

“Hmm, I see. Bye.”

“Hey, Da-hye, what did you eat for lunch?”

“I ate my beloved hamburger.”

“That kind of thing is not good for you…”

As soon as her dad’s nagging started, she hung up the phone coldly.

It’s good that they reconciled and got closer, but some of his remarks crossed the line.

Park Da-hye’s brow furrowed.

At the same time, her big eyes widened as if they were about to tear.

The person who went into the Haesong Building was definitely Jeong-hoon.

She hadn’t heard anything about him going to see her grandfather.

‘Why is he here? Is it perhaps because of Lee Heon’s inheritance issue?’

Curiosity and worry mixed together, causing her head to throb.

She sat by the window, pressing her temples, and spent an hour.

Grandfather Park Soo-gil got into the car with people seeing him off.

Da-hye came outside and cautiously entered the Haesong Building.

A certificate proving that she was Director Park Soo-gil’s granddaughter was convenient.

No one stopped her.

A single greeting opened every door.

‘Oh? No.’

She was heading to the elevator when she hurriedly hid in the restroom.

Jeong-hoon getting off the elevator was in sight.

Fortunately, she hid first, so it seemed like he didn’t see her.

Calming her surprised heart, she took the elevator to her grandfather’s office.

A staff member she had never seen before, not the usual one, greeted her.

“Hello. Is my grandfather not here?”

“Grandfather?”

She asked with a puzzled expression.

“Ah, that person is my grandfather. He told me to come today.”

At Da-hye’s words, the secretary, who had been wary, called the security team to confirm.

After confirming that she was his granddaughter, she relaxed her guard.

“He had a special lecture at the Judicial Research and Training Institute today, so he went there. It seems like he forgot about the appointment.”

“Really? I have to see him today, so I’ll wait inside then.”

She made a troubled expression.

“Just a moment. I need to get permission from the director. Security has been strengthened recently.”

“Yes? Ah, haha, then there’s nothing I can do.”

“Please wait a moment.”

She remembered waiting in her grandfather’s room several times before.

She thought it would be resolved without any problems.

Da-hye sat in the waiting area and waited for the results.

She told herself that it was no different than usual, but her heart was pounding.

She hunched her shoulders, afraid that the secretary would notice her anxiety.

“Director.”

“What’s going on?”

“Park Da-hye is here. Shall I tell her to wait in the room?”

Park Soo-gil was puzzled by his granddaughter’s sudden visit.

‘What’s going on?’

He heard rumors that she had opened an office with some people a while ago, so was she here to say hello?

But the thought of Yoon Jeong-hoon visiting before that made him feel strangely uneasy.

“Do that. Was there anything unusual?”

Just then, the car carrying him stopped in front of the main building of the Judicial Research and Training Institute.

The director of the training institute, who had been waiting, opened the car door.

“No, there was nothing special. The grandson-in-law who came earlier found his phone and left right away.”

Park Soo-gil listened to the secretary’s answer absentmindedly and hung up the phone.

As soon as Park Soo-gil got out, the people waiting for him bowed more than 90 degrees.

“Hello, Chief Justice of the Supreme Court.”

A chorus of middle-aged men.

Others might have thought they were ignorant gangsters, but Park Soo-gil was satisfied.

It was the moment he felt his status as the one who controlled the South Korean legal community and the moment he felt he was a living power.

With a pleased smile, Park Soo-gil said in a relaxed voice.

“Hahaha, people told me not to do this.”

After saying that, he walked ahead.

A dozen people followed him like lackeys.

It was a moment that revealed the bare face of South Korea’s power elite.

Just before entering the auditorium where the Judicial Research and Training Institute students were gathered, Park Soo-gil’s secretary’s words that had bothered him came back to him.

‘The grandson-in-law found his phone? Yoon Jeong-hoon, was it?’

He paused and took out his phone.

He called his secretary and asked abruptly.

“Repeat what you said earlier.”

“Yes? What do you mean?”

Secretary Song Mi-seon was flustered.

“Before Da-hye came, who did what?”

“Ah, the grandson-in-law said he left his phone in the office. You gave permission earlier, Director.”

“What?”

Park Soo-gil checked his call history.

It wasn’t there.

A bad feeling came over him.

Deep wrinkles dug even deeper.

He thought about the gazes directed at him.

Stopping in his place, he closed his eyes and swayed slightly.

“Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, are you alright?”

“What should I do? I suddenly have a severe headache, so I don’t think I can give the lecture.”

“Yes?… It’s alright. You can give the special lecture next time.”

“Tell the friends who were waiting that I’m sorry.”

“Yes, these friends will be very disappointed. When else would they see the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court this close?”

Park Soo-gil didn’t react to the man’s flattery at all.

With an uneasy expression, he walked towards the car.

His excuse became a reality.

He grabbed his throbbing head and got into the waiting car and returned.

“Return as quickly as possible.”

“Yes.”

The top-of-the-line sedan that Park Soo-gil was riding in roared and left the Judicial Research and Training Institute.

***

Having entered her grandfather’s office, she sat calmly on the sofa.

She flipped through a magazine that didn’t catch her eye and pricked up her ears towards the outside.

The outside became quiet.

Slowly, she got up from her seat and approached the desk.

‘Representative Attorney Park Soo-gil’

The transparent nameplate sparkled and caught her eye.

Her idol.

Grandfather, the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court.

He was a hero who realized justice, but that justice was not fair to everyone.

It was just for his own selfish desires.

Biting her lower lip tightly, she quickly shook off the past where she had been lost in her foolish thoughts.

She also erased the grandfather who smiled kindly at her from her memory.

Instead, she recalled the memory of the day he got angry at her for the first time.

The sight she saw when she came to her grandfather’s office a few years ago.

He was putting documents in a secret vault, and he had a startled expression.

With a flustered expression, he closed the door of the vault.

He scolded her severely for the first time.

That unforgettable day.

Monet’s ‘Water Lilies,’ depicting a peaceful pond in a tranquil garden, hung in the center of the wall.

In that place that steals people’s attention.

Grandfather, no, Park Soo-gil’s secret vault is there.

***

“Boss, wake up.”

“Ugh.”

A cracking sound came from Jeong-hoon’s tired body.

He stretched his arms in the narrow space, then tapped his neck and yawned.

“What’s going on?”

“Da-hye appeared in Park Soo-gil’s office.”

“What?”

Jeong-hoon had an idea why Da-hye was there.

The story he shared with Lee Pan-ho came to mind.

She appeared behind him that day.

‘She must have heard the story. What is she trying to do?’

Jeong-hoon asked Cha Young-mi.

“How much work is left?”

“It will take another hour to get everything.”

He was uneasy.

‘I hope the grandfather doesn’t do anything to his granddaughter.’

But Haesong’s Park Soo-gil is not Park Da-hye’s friendly grandfather.

He was just a cold-blooded man who didn’t have law and conscience from birth.

The anxiety was gradually swelling its size.

“Where is Da-hye now?”

“It looks like she’s in front of the secretary. The secretary called Director Park.”

Jeong-hoon couldn’t say anything after hearing Cha Young-mi’s words.

Cha Young-mi, who was wearing earphones, had a worried expression.

“Is there any way to see the inside of Park Soo-gil’s office? Is there no CCTV?”

“There isn’t one in the director’s office. Instead… I’ll see if there’s a camera on the computer. If there is, we can somehow check.”

She typed on the keyboard urgently.

“I found it. Here.”

Da-hye’s figure appeared on the monitor.

She was busily searching the desk here and there.

The camera’s appearance repeatedly appeared and disappeared.

He was frustrated.

“Ahem.”

Kwak Hyun-soo, who was guarding the front seat, cleared his throat and drew attention.

“Park Soo-gil is back.”

The hearts of everyone in the car began to pound.