The Genius Grandson Of The Cash King Becomes A Tycoon [EN]: Chapter 66

Kang Sang-cheol stared at the empty space where Jeong-hun had been.

He had shamelessly bragged about being under Hyun Jeong-ok’s wing, but that handsome man really was the Cash King’s grandson.

Last night’s dream about the president had turned into the worst nightmare, far from a good omen.

‘Would he come again?’

It didn’t seem likely.

“Jeong-su, he won’t come, right?”

“He will.”

“No way.”

“Let’s hurry.”

“Hey, you bastard, why were you just taking hits earlier? I’m paying you good money; you need to earn your keep.”

“Ahem, well… I thought things would escalate if I fought back properly. And that guy didn’t have any killing intent.”

“What? No killing intent? It freaking hurt.”

“Anyway, things would have blown up if I had really fought back. And my 1.5 million won salary isn’t *that* much.”

Kang Jeong-su instinctively recognized that the pretty young man’s martial art was Kali [a Filipino martial art known for its stick-fighting and knife techniques].

Moreover, it was a form modified for killing in special forces.

He hid his strength, thinking he shouldn’t reveal his presence.

And there was no killing intent in that guy’s touch.

He was just curious.

To display that level of skill, he must have been taught by someone skilled.

He wondered who it was.

The door of the old office opened.

“It’s a bit better after cleaning, isn’t it?”

“You’ve arrived?”

Kang Sang-cheol bowed obsequiously upon seeing Jeong-hun.

“I’m busy, so let’s get straight to the point. How much for Grandma’s name value?”

Kang Sang-cheol hesitated, unable to answer.

“I’ll take over this office. How about 100 million won?”

“What? 100 million won? That’s too cheap…”

Kang Sang-cheol was cheering inwardly.

Last night’s dream really *was* a good omen.

He couldn’t even afford the monthly rent and electricity bills.

He was barely holding on by squeezing a few customers, and now 100 million won?

After paying the distant relative Jeong-su’s salary and the part-timer’s salary, he was in the red every month.

But he had to play hard to get in situations like this.

He had been rolling around in Myeongdong [a bustling shopping district in Seoul] for years.

“Even so, this is an office I built with my youth.”

Hearing the words ‘built with my youth’ from a man who looked to be around thirty made Jeong-hun uncomfortable.

“Are you about fifty years old? ‘Built with my youth.'”

Kang Sang-cheol was flustered and startled.

“No. Ahem, 200 million won and I’ll hand over all my clients.”

“Alright. Let’s do 200 million won. Now, let’s put a price on Grandma’s name value.”

Kang Sang-cheol’s pupils trembled as he saw Jeong-hun’s smiling face.

Only then did he realize.

This person had no intention of giving money.

He seemed more devilish than a ruthless loan shark.

His cruelly smiling face made him feel irritated.

“If there’s something you want…”

“This office is nice. I’ll take it over.”

Jeong-hun rummaged through his pockets for a coin but found none.

“Eun-su, give me a coin.”

Eun-su placed a 500 won coin [approximately $0.40 USD] on the table.

“What should we do about the rest?”

“…”

Kang Sang-cheol bit his lip.

What would happen if he asked for it?

He glanced sideways.

The pretty friend was smiling.

“Don’t be too sad. Just think of it as quitting self-employment and starting a salaried life. I know this office isn’t making any money anyway.”

“What? A salaried life means you’ll give me a salary?”

Jeong-hun nodded.

“The treatment won’t be bad; just work hard.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

Kang Sang-cheol quickly changed his tune.

From a self-employed person who was only seeing losses to a salaried worker.

The Young Master was right.

Every month, he was losing millions in rent and salaries.

At least now he wasn’t in the red.

He had been planning to hand it over at any opportunity.

‘That’s a relief.’

“Ah, and do you have any skilled people around you?”

“I have one or two.”

“I’m thinking of expanding, so please recommend someone.”

“Understood.”

“Then clean up a bit more thoroughly.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

Jeong-hun went outside.

According to ‘Psycho,’ he and Lee Hyeong-jung were friends.

They talked to each other once or twice a month.

Jeong-hun wondered if he would bring Lee Hyeong-jung.

He was his company president in his past life.

He remembered his expressionless face as he looked at him at the moment of the explosion.

His whole body tensed up, and anger surged.

He relived the moment of the explosion.

Calming his mind, Jeong-hun thought.

Whether he would be helpful to him or not.

The person who killed him.

He also had to choose.

***

Kang Sang-cheol called Lee Hyeong-jung, the most capable person around him.

He was talented, but his greed had become too much of a flaw.

He wasn’t like that originally, but at some point, he became obsessively fixated on money.

Kang Sang-cheol felt sorry for his friend.

He wanted to give his friend a chance.

Even though he was a loan shark that others cursed, he wanted him to return to his former self.

“Hyeong-jung, I’m working under Hyun Jeong-ok’s Young Master; would you like to have an interview?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, he’s looking for someone capable.”

“Okay. I’ll think about it and call you back.”

Lee Hyeong-jung hung up and went back into the office.

“I don’t know why I’m here. I need to figure it out…”

Song Yun-ho was leaning back on the sofa, with dozens of men lined up on either side.

Lee Hyeong-jung, who had received the call and entered, carefully stood at the end of the line.

“Then, Young Master, I will report on the business status.”

“Do that with documents. My time is important.”

“Understood.”

“Now, who knows why I’m here?”

Song Yun-ho took out a million-won check [approximately $800 USD] from his wallet.

“Guess. There’s no right answer. Give a plausible reason, and I’ll give it to you. Tell me.”

Song Yun-ho pointed to a man with a sharp impression and a bitter smile.

“Was it because you told us to gain diverse experiences?”

“Next to him.”

“I think it’s because you want us to take control of the organization.”

Song Yun-ho shook his head. He didn’t like any of the reasons.

To be honest, he didn’t know the reason himself. Why his father sent him here.

“Hey, you, the guy who went out to answer the phone. You tell me. I was in a bad mood, but if you tell me a good story, I’ll forgive you.”

“Th-that’s… Isn’t it to fill in what’s lacking?”

“Me? What am I lacking?”

Lee Hyeong-jung looked at Song Yun-ho and quickly lowered his head.

“I’m sorry. I misspoke.”

“No, tell me.”

“…”

“You, come here.”

Song Yun-ho, who called Lee Hyeong-jung, slapped the man’s cheek.

“I’m sorry. I made a mistake.”

“Tell me before I hit you again.”

Lee Hyeong-jung opened his mouth.

“The loan shark market has no blood or tears. You have to be cruel to make money. In such a place…”

“Cruel…?”

Song Yun-ho’s eyes lit up.

A place with no blood or tears, a cruel place where you can’t be swayed by emotions.

That’s what he had to learn here.

Cruelty that forces the opponent to the extreme.

“Cruel? Does this bastard think I’m weak? I’ll show you how cruel I can be. Here’s a million won, and this is for the beating.”

Song Yun-ho threw two million-won checks in front of Lee Hyeong-jung.

‘He’s raising me to be cruel.’

He sensed that the successor had not yet been chosen.

He didn’t want to miss the opportunity that was open to him as well.

“What’s your name?”

“Lee Hyeong-jung.”

“You have a good sense.”

Song Yun-ho threw him the car keys from his pocket.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes.”

In the quiet car, Lee Hyeong-jung’s phone rang.

“Answer it. It’s okay.”

“No. It’s an unnecessary call.”

“How do you know without answering it?”

“Well, there’s this somewhat lacking guy who’s not really a friend… I told him to come for an interview because there’s a good sponsor.”

“He’s a lacking guy. It seems like he’s telling you about a good position.”

“Yes, he’s not really suited for this industry.”

“Who are you talking about when you say a good sponsor?”

“It’s Hyun Jeong-ok’s grandson. It seems like he’s taking over Hyun Yeo-sa’s business this time.”

“What? Hyun Jeong-ok?”

“Yes.”

Song Yun-ho was lost in thought.

Yun Jeong-hun is doing loan sharking?

Then there’s a need to plant someone to see what he’s doing.

“Let’s work together on something.”

“Yes?”

“100 million won if we succeed. How about it?”

“I will work hard.”

“Good.”

Lee Hyeong-jung looked in the rearview mirror and listened to Song Yun-ho’s plan.

***

“Hey, the Young Master is coming today, so clean up properly.”

“Yes, hyung [older brother or respected male figure].”

From morning, the office was wiped until it shone.

Although it was an old building, it became a decent office after bringing in new furniture and organizing it.

He realized the power of money.

It had transformed from his smelly and musty office into a decent one.

Kang Sang-cheol stuck his head out the window.

The Young Master was entering the building.

“Hey, he’s coming. Line up.”

“There are only two of us; what line are you talking about?”

“Well, still…”

The door opened, and Jeong-hun entered.

“Have you arrived, Young Master?”

Kang Sang-cheol and Kang Jeong-su greeted him in loud voices.

Jeong-hun looked around the office.

Now it didn’t smell, and it was bright; it didn’t smell like an illegal loan shark business.

“Good job. Did you do everything I asked?”

“Yes, Young Master. I’ve cleared up all the illegal stuff.”

“Good work. The person who’s your friend is Lee Hyeong-jung, right?”

“Yes, he’s supposed to come at two o’clock, Young Master.”

“Understood.”

Jeong-hun sat on the sofa and pondered.

Lee Hyeong-jung…

He wondered how he would feel seeing the man who killed him in his previous life.

Would he be angry?

He was calmer than he thought.

“I’m Lee Hyeong-jung, Young Master.”

Short sports hair and about 175 cm [approximately 5’9″] in height.

A sharp impression.

Twenty years younger than when he last saw him, he had a different vibe.

“How is your current job?”

“I want to move. It doesn’t pay well, and it’s too narrow to unleash my abilities.”

“Then would you like to work with me?”

“Yes? Just like that?”

“I like capable people.”

“I will work hard.”

Lee Hyeong-jung looked back and forth between Kang Sang-cheol and Jeong-hun.

He had to sort out the hierarchy.

“Work under Kang Sang-cheol. You can’t have someone who used to be a president working under someone.”

Kang Sang-cheol’s lips curled up, but Lee Hyeong-jung lowered his head and pondered for a moment.

“Understood, Young Master. But if my performance is good…”

“Of course. If you’re capable, I’ll replace the president by setting up a new office. Don’t worry about that.”

“Thank you.”

Lee Hyeong-jung became a member of the office.

He was in a loan shark company connected to Ilsong Group.

He came over to our side because of a small amount of money.

He’s even trying to work under a friend.

There was no doubt he was a spy.

Then let’s use him properly.

Jeong-hun pondered what information Lee Hyeong-jung could bring him.

While he was deep in thought, his ear suddenly itched.

‘Who’s cursing me?’

Ilsong Group Song Yun-ho? Song Cheol-ho? If it was someone from the Song family, it was possible.

***

The three old men gathered at the Euljiro makgeolli [Korean rice wine] house were just looking at each other.

They had to decide whether to participate in the loan shark company proposed by Hyun Jeong-ok’s grandson.

“What are we going to do about Chairman Lee?”

Chairman Lee had a nonchalant expression at Chairman Hwang’s question.

“What’s the point of listening to a reckless guy? Ignore it; it’s not nutritious.”

Chairman Hwang was negative.

“Yeah, what’s the point of doing it in our old age? It’s just going to be a hassle.”

Chairman Lee felt the same way.

“I’m going to try it once.”

Chairman Bang, who had been listening quietly, said.

“Isn’t the reason you guys are hesitating because of Cheonjihoe’s [likely a powerful local gang] eyes?”

“Why would I care about those guys? It’s a strict partnership.”

“Partnership my ass.”

Chairman Bang scoffed.

“Have we ever had a partnership with those guys? We’re just subcontractors.”

“Oh, Chairman Bang, that’s too harsh.”

“Isn’t it true? How many times have we been too scared to start a new business? Haven’t we been giving in every time since we gave in once?”

“Ahem.”

Chairman Lee and Chairman Hwang didn’t say anything more at Chairman Bang’s criticism.

They downed the bowls of makgeolli in front of them.

At that time, the door of the old restaurant opened.

“What brings you here?”

“I heard you were here, Chairman.”

A pretty woman in her 40s gave Jeong-hun a glass of alcohol.

“Oh my, are you the chairmen’s grandson? Why are you so handsome? If you’re the chairman’s grandson, are you like a managing director or something?”

A sneer flashed across the restaurant owner’s smile. She seemed to think it was a game of chairmen for old men with nothing.

Jeong-hun scanned them.

They were dressed in a way that would make you think that.

Jeong-hun looked at the sexy restaurant owner and then smiled at the chairmen.

“I know why you come to this place so often, Elders.”

“We come often because it’s a good restaurant.”

“That’s right, the green onion pancake here is very delicious.”

They subtly avoided Jeong-hun’s gaze.

“So, what brings you here? We didn’t call you.”

“There’s something I couldn’t say last time because my grandmother was there.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m going to drive Cheonjihoe out of Myeongdong.”

“What?”

The old men’s gazes were fixed on Jeong-hun.

“Are you going to bring a bloodbath to Myeongdong?”

“No.”

“Then how are you going to drive them out?”

“Will you join me? Then I’ll tell you.”

Silence flowed.

Only TV news was playing.

An interview with the technology team leader of Rio Tinto, one of the world’s top three mining companies, was being broadcast.

Chairman Lee, who was uncomfortable with the silence, said while watching the TV news.

“What is there to dig up in a country with no resources?”

“There’s nothing to dig up now. We’ve already dug up all the coal and limestone. Who knows? Maybe we’ll find something new to dig up.”

Chairman Lee laughed at Jeong-hun’s words.

“Haha, you’re not a complete idiot.”

“But chairmen, do you still use briquettes for heating these days?”

“What? What do you think we are?”

Chairman Bang raised his hand and stopped Chairman Lee, who was getting angry.

His eyes sparkled.

“What do you want to say?”

“Those people aren’t here to find coal. They’re traveling around the world looking for minerals that will feed the future. What’s precious now may become useless in the future. And it could be the opposite. The world is changing, and stagnant water rots. Cheonjihoe is rotting Myeongdong; are you going to leave it alone?”

“What’s the method? How are you going to drive them out?”

“It’s impolite to ask an elder for the secret to battle.”

Chairman Bang liked Jeong-hun’s audacity in calling himself an elder.

He had already decided to participate anyway.

“Good. I will join you.”

Jeong-hun held Chairman Bang’s hands tightly in front of him.

“Thank you. I won’t disappoint you. And the loan shark company is an appetizer. The main course is naturally separate.”

“I expected it, but you don’t disappoint me.”

Chairman Bang’s mouth stretched wide.

Jeong-hun turned his head and looked at the two chairmen who were still thinking.

“Ah, don’t let those two participate. If we’re going to drive out Cheonjihoe anyway, we have to drive them out too. So let’s wipe out those two chairmen this time. Okay? Chairman Lee, Chairman Hwang.”

The two men’s eyebrows twitched.

But they didn’t say anything and were still thinking.

Jeong-hun turned his head and looked at Chairman Lee and Chairman Hwang.

Their lips twitched.

The Cash King’s Genius Grandson, Becoming a Tycoon.