The Genius Grandson Of The Cash King Becomes A Tycoon [EN]: Chapter 195

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The chest that had been cowering expanded.

The overwhelming emotion surged up his spinal cord.

I had been hiding in the Imperial Palace like a doddering old man.

My father failed.

I will not fail.

The person sent by God is right before my eyes.

The prey I couldn’t devour because I lacked justification.

The Korean Peninsula!

They’re willingly provoking us militarily, so why would I refuse?

The man wagging his tail like a dog at his feet.

For a moment, I felt a pang of pity.

He must be filled with hope to build his own kingdom. Tsk.

If the South Korean military sinks our maritime patrol ship, war will begin.

The military power of South Korea and Japan is incomparable.

At the same time as the outbreak of war, airborne troops will be deployed to occupy Seoul.

Like our former ally Nazi Germany, we will proceed with a blitzkrieg [a swift, overwhelming military attack].

We will occupy Seoul in three days and end the war.

Then, after a period of stabilization, we will move the Imperial Palace to the Blue House [the South Korean presidential residence].

The dream of advancing to the continent will begin again from there.

A great plan that makes my fingertips tremble, the son completes the father’s dream.

“General Chun, raise your head.”

The gift of God, this cute little puppy will provide us with a pretext.

Looking at the man bowing his head and wagging his tail before me, I couldn’t help but feel good.

A great sacrifice for the glory of the Great Japanese Empire.

“I feel reassured to see the person who will become the master of the new country.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

I rose from my throne.

The butler approached and placed a small dining table before Chun Seong-han.

On it were an old Joseon [Korean dynasty from 1392 to 1897] white porcelain bottle and cup.

The old and worn white color.

The extreme simplicity without any decorations or patterns exuded artistic beauty.

“Take the cup. It is a national treasure-level cultural asset made by a craftsman brought from Joseon. Joseon had no interest in white porcelain, but we Japanese have elevated it to art like this. Under the Great Japanese Empire, hmm.”

He cleared his throat, having been caught revealing his true feelings, and quickly continued.

“A new era will dawn on the new country with the Great Japanese Empire. Create a new Joseon for the Great Japanese Empire. This is the mission I entrust to you.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

He smiled, raising one corner of his mouth at Chun Seong-han’s expression of gratitude.

He picked up the empty cup and filled Chun Seong-han’s cup with alcohol.

“Drink.”

He turned his head, emptied the cup, and bowed his head again.

“Then, please leave now. I look forward to your performance.”

“I will burn myself for Your Majesty.”

As the man, who would be used as a hunting dog, walked backward out, he raised his hand and called the butler.

“Tell her to come in. I’m curious as to why Lee Heon’s widow has come to see me.”

“Yes.”

A moment later, she entered, wearing a black dress and jacket.

“I greet Your Majesty.”

He looked at her as she bowed politely in a demure voice.

He couldn’t forget her mysteriously deep and large black eyes.

Her beauty that hadn’t aged despite having watched her silently for over 20 years.

Saliva gathered in his mouth.

He was more concerned with her white legs as she knelt before him than the reason she had come to see him.

After swallowing the saliva that had gathered in his mouth, he opened it.

“What brings you here?”

“I am here to congratulate Your Majesty on your plan.”

“What do you mean?”

Instead of answering, she took off her jacket.

Her white skin, which had been hidden by the strapless dress, was now fully revealed.

Saliva gathered in his mouth again.

“I heard that Your Majesty has decided to provide great assistance to the Cheonji Association of the Peninsula. General Chun requested a grand banquet before starting his great work.”

“Hmm.”

A banquet?

The Emperor clicked his tongue.

Chun Seong-han, who would disappear without a trace once the hunt was over, had even prepared a grand banquet.

If he had prepared it, he thought he should enjoy it.

But then, why did she come separately from Chun Seong-han?

Suspicion began to sprout.

And why hadn’t Chun Seong-han said anything?

He began to chase his own tail [become caught up in one’s own thoughts or worries].

“Why did you come separately like this instead of coming together?”

He pressed her.

“For security reasons. To avoid the surveillance of the Sinhwa Group.”

“Hmm, the Sinhwa Group?”

He understood.

They boasted formidable intelligence capabilities.

The greatest adversary in this operation.

He had to avoid their eyes.

But still.

Just as he was about to ask another stern question.

Ha In-seon made the first move.

“If Your Majesty permits, I will personally attend to this banquet. I will do my best to prepare so that you can relieve your past hard work.”

For a moment, he doubted his ears.

‘What, attend to me?’

His lips were parched.

From the moment he first saw her until now, he had glanced at her for over 20 years.

A woman he had secretly admired.

‘Do her best?’

He poured all his thoughts into interpreting her words.

All suspicion disappeared with the single phrase that she would personally attend to him.

Her devotion was clearly her sincerity.

“Let’s do that. Then, inform me of the time and place.”

“I will take my leave now.”

She stood up, putting on the jacket she had taken off.

Each and every movement was so noble and elegant that he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Soon!

He followed her with his burning eyes as she disappeared out the door.

***

The highest-ranking members of the Genyosha [a Japanese ultranationalist group] gathered at a luxurious secret ryokan [traditional Japanese inn] on the outskirts of Tokyo’s coast.

Chiefs of Staff of the Ground, Maritime, and Air Self-Defense Forces, and the Joint Chief of Staff.

Less than twenty people, including the Prime Minister of Japan and ministers of key ministries, the Prosecutor General, and the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court,

were the core members leading the Genyosha.

Everyone relaxed in the hot springs.

“I’m surprised there’s such a nice ryokan near Tokyo.”

“Haha, I heard it just opened recently.”

“I’m looking forward to tonight’s banquet.”

Joint Chief of Staff Takeo said.

“But is His Majesty really attending tonight?”

The Prime Minister nodded instead of answering.

“What an honor! Let’s finish our bath quickly.”

“Don’t be too hasty. Tonight will be a very long night, hahaha.”

The Prime Minister looked at the Joint Chief of Staff.

“The preparations?”

“Perfect. We set sail at dawn tomorrow.”

He nodded.

Everyone kept their eyes on the Prime Minister’s lips.

“Now a new history begins. I’m a little bothered by breaking our promise with Korea, but…”

“Breaking our promise? Isn’t our Genyosha stepping up to civilize the uncivilized Koreans? Hahaha!”

Everyone laughed loudly, following the man’s laughter.

“Hahahahaha!”

The fishy laughter echoed in the open-air bath.

“The Korean side expects a local skirmish, but we must occupy Seoul in one fell swoop and force Korea to surrender. At the same time, we must destroy Korea’s high-tech industries and heavy industrial complexes.”

“It’s fun just thinking about it.”

“Let’s drink until we’re drunk today. I don’t think we’ll have a chance to drink for a while.”

The Prime Minister looked at the Genyosha members gathered here.

Comrades who were working with him to advance to the continent.

He was proud to be with them.

He stood up from the tub, making splashing noises.

“Okay, let’s go. His Majesty has also arrived. Let’s have a great time at the banquet prepared by His Majesty today.”

The men who came out of the water put on their bathrobes and strode down the hallway to the banquet hall.

***

Late at night.

A large building on Dosan-daero [a major street in Seoul].

It is used as the headquarters of Star Defense, a subsidiary of the Star Group.

In reality, it is a company secretly run by Chun Seong-han’s Hana Association.

Chun Seong-han was displeased with the Special Forces Commander’s text message.

-General, there is a banquet at the Star Defense headquarters at 9 o’clock. I’ll see you then.

But he soon changed his mind.

It was a local skirmish, but a war would break out anyway. And using that as an excuse, he would launch a coup to take over the Blue House. It was something he had to risk his life for. A party was necessary before the decisive battle.

“Ha, those bastards should be drinking a toast to victory, not drinking before the war…”

When else could he drink if not today?

But they should have at least consulted him about this.

Chun Seong-han arrived at Star Defense on time.

The face of the security guard greeting him in the lobby was unfamiliar.

He didn’t care because the entrance guards were constantly changing.

The banquet hall was located in the basement of the building.

A tightly closed place is better than a place with open sides for spending a sticky night.

He opened the heavy door and went inside, where people were gathered in groups of three or five.

Everyone’s eyes were on him.

They saluted him in unison.

“Loyalty!”

The voice was so loud that it seemed to shake the banquet hall.

He received their salute with a restrained gesture and then smiled.

“Haha, these friends, you should be drinking a toast to victory, not drinking before the war… Hahaha, well, what can I do? Since you’ve prepared a place, let’s drink until the end today.”

Special Forces Commander Han Deok-soo, who heard Chun Seong-han’s words, tilted his head.

His face began to stiffen as he thought for a moment.

He asked Chun Seong-han in a trembling voice.

“General Chun, didn’t you prepare the banquet?”

“What? Didn’t you guys send me a text saying you prepared it?”

“Ah, no. I gathered after seeing the text message you sent, General.”

Commander Han Deok-soo blinked and took out his cell phone.

“What?”

He opened his phone and showed him the text message.

The string quartet was grating on Chun Seong-han’s ears.

“Turn off the music!”

He shouted roughly.

The banquet hall became as quiet as a mouse.

Silence, a moment so quiet that even the sound of swallowing could not be heard.

People flocked around Chun Seong-han.

“Everyone, did you all gather after seeing my text message?”

“Yes, General. What’s wrong?”

“You’re not saying you prepared this banquet?”

Everyone looked at each other with bewildered expressions, not knowing what was going on.

“What’s wrong? General.”

Cold sweat began to appear on his face little by little.

“Ah, it’s nothing. Let’s stop the banquet today, take over that place, and then have a drink.”

Then the string quartet, which had been interrupted, began to play again.

Chun Seong-han turned his head to the source of the sound and shouted nervously.

“I told you to turn off the music, you bastard!

The music stopped again.

The cellist glanced at him and grabbed his bow again.

“Is this crazy bastard? Anyway, the problem is that these bastards don’t understand what I’m saying.”

Chun Seong-han, holding a beer bottle on the table, glared at the man playing the cello and approached him.

He didn’t see any signs of embarrassment on his face when he saw him.

Rather, an expression that seemed to be mocking him.

‘Is he crazy? Anyway, the problem is that these bastards don’t understand what I’m saying.’

Chun Seong-han raised the beer bottle into the sky and raised his hand to strike the man’s crown.

He couldn’t bring it down.

He felt the cold sensation of cold metal on the back of his head.

A situation where he couldn’t move like ice.

“That’s it. Put your hands up.”

It was a familiar voice.

It was definitely that bastard who had taken care of him like his own child.

He had protected him like a shadow.

At some point, he was wagging his tail like a dog under Yoon Jeong-hoon’s crotch.

“Ji, Ji Hyun-bok, you traitorous bastard.”

The beer bottle that Chun Seong-han dropped from his hand shattered on the floor.

***

The people who move Japan are inside.

The black organization Genyosha.

Foolish people who are possessed by the ghost of imperialism and are constantly dreaming of advancing to the continent.

Park Chang-soo had to eliminate them.

That was his destiny.

That was revenge for the suffering and hardships his ancestors had endured.

The space that he had asked Shin Byung-gyu for today was this ryokan.

He never imagined that they would gather so quickly.

Ha In-seon’s role was great.

She went to the Imperial Palace even though she could have lost her life.

Fortunately, they were not particularly interested in the situation in Korea.

They still thought of her as one of their own.

A special dinner prepared by her.

Officials from the Japanese administration and top officials from the military, who were members of the Genyosha, gathered.

“Hoo.”

He took a deep breath.

After checking the weapons he had, he grabbed the sword his grandfather had left him.

Revenge!

How long had he been waiting for this moment?

It was the destiny he had to fulfill.

He opened the car door and got out.

He held in one hand the bag that felt heavy and heavy as it hung down.

He carried his grandfather’s sword on his back.

He took a breath, then raised his head and walked forward.

Death that he would meet soon.

To be honest, he was nervous.

Headlight lights were visible in the darkness.

The black sedan that had approached Park Chang-soo quietly stopped beside him.

Surprised by the sudden appearance of the car, he grabbed the gun from his arms.

He glared at the driver’s seat and raised the muzzle.

The door opened with a click.

“Why are you here?”

She, Ha In-seon, who should have returned to Korea, slowly got out of the car.