The Genius Grandson Of The Cash King Becomes A Tycoon [EN]: Chapter 80

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Chief Secretary Han Hyun-dong was busy preparing to greet Song Ji-ho’s guests.

This kind of reception was Ilsong’s tradition.

He had heard that even the once formidable Yoon Hyun-joong was caught off guard and defeated in a single instance.

They had dealt with him and his colleagues ungentlemanly when they came for the final negotiation.

“Young Master, this is the last chance the Chairman is giving you.”

“I know.”

Irritation was evident in his voice.

Song Ji-ho didn’t like his father’s methods.

‘Despicable.’

To ambush guests like this.

It was unimaginable in the 21st century.

But then again, his father was a 20th-century man.

A survivor who had endured the violent times where only the strong survived.

In his era, the most effective method was thorough and brutal force.

“How many men did you prepare?”

“Twenty. They are all elites, so no one will be able to escape. Young Master, you just need to hold your position and receive praise after capturing Yoon Jung-hoon.”

Han Hyun-dong said obsequiously.

His future depended on Song Ji-ho.

Song Ji-ho looked at the sturdy young men blocking the elevator.

Eliminating them like this wasn’t a bad idea.

He could acquire Sunjae Heavy Industries with part of the money borrowed from Hanho Group, and that would be the end of it.

If he managed the remaining money well, he could earn several times more.

That was finance.

It was on a different level from manufacturing, where you earn money by cutting steel.

The era of finance, where you could earn dozens of times more in a month.

Song Ji-ho felt sorry for Ilsong Group, which was clinging to manufacturing.

Song Ji-ho heard the elevator arrive.

The twenty men guarding the door were all exuding sharp murderous intent.

In their hands, white, gleaming blades shone.

And suddenly.

Song Ji-ho felt a cold sensation on his neck.

‘What is this?’

“Shh.”

A low voice restrained him.

“You crazy bastard, what do you think this place is?”

He retorted in a low voice at the person aiming for his neck.

-Swish

The sharp blade slightly cut his neck.

Hot blood flowed down his neck.

Song Ji-ho raised both hands.

His eyes were already overcome with fear.

Han Hyun-dong, who was next to him, was the same.

Eun-soo and Park Chang-soo each took Han Hyun-dong and Song Ji-ho hostage.

Along with a crashing sound, dull bursts and screams were heard from the elevator.

And soon, it became quiet.

Wiping the bloodstains from his face, Jung-hoon approached Eun-soo.

“Jung-hoon?”

Jung-hoon nodded with a faint smile.

Behind him, dull screams were heard several times. Soon, Kwak Hyun-soo appeared.

He was covered in blood.

“Are you okay, Mister?”

Kwak Hyun-soo nodded.

“Haa, let’s go.”

“You crazy bastards, what do you think this place is? Let me go right now!”

Song Ji-ho resisted.

Without a word, Kwak Hyun-soo pushed the tip of his knife into his thigh muscle.

“Aaaagh!”

“I hate noise.”

Jung-hoon looked at Han Hyun-dong.

“Chief Secretary, go and tell the Chairman that you received the gift well. And tell him that my gift will be sent soon.”

“Yes.”

Han Hyun-dong, terrified, blinked and nodded.

He struck Han Hyun-dong’s nape hard, causing him to lose consciousness and collapse powerlessly.

Leaving him there, they all got into the car and left the underground parking lot.

“You’ve worked hard. We spent a day here.”

“It was nothing.”

“But there were quite a few people, how did you…?”

Park Chang-soo asked with a curious expression, and Jung-hoon said nonchalantly.

“Just because.”

Park Chang-soo’s eyes widened.

It wasn’t ‘just because.’ Twenty sturdy men with knives.

He subdued them with his bare hands.

“It was easy to block them with Hyun-soo, Mister.”

Park Chang-soo looked at Kwak Hyun-soo, but he avoided his gaze and remained silent as well.

To be honest, Kwak Hyun-soo didn’t want to believe it either.

He at least had a knife,

But Jung-hoon was taking down those knife-wielding guys with his bare hands. All Kwak Hyun-soo could do was laugh in disbelief at his ability.

“What are you going to do?”

“Let’s go to Jungbu Market. Grandma will decide. We need to repay even a little of our ancestors’ debt.”

Song Ji-ho, who was listening to their story, was taken aback.

“What are you talking about? Ancestors’ debt? There’s no such thing. Let me go.”

“Shut up before I tear your mouth apart.”

Jung-hoon warned in a low voice, filled with murderous intent.

Silence flowed in the car again.

“Make a call.”

“Yes? To whom?”

Song Ji-ho, his face pale, used honorifics.

“To Chairman Song Cheol-ho. Tell him that Yoon Jung-hoon has been kidnapped and ask him what to do.”

“And…”

“Let’s think about the rest later.”

Song Ji-ho made a call and acted.

“That Yoon Jung-hoon, that bug-like bastard, kill him as always.”

Song Cheol-ho still had the voice of a victor.

“Yes, Chairman.”

Hanging up the phone, Song Ji-ho looked at Jung-hoon.

And lost consciousness.

***

Han Hyun-dong, who had been lying on the parking lot floor, regained consciousness.

He went to the elevator to go to the Chairman’s office.

The sight that entered his eyes made his legs tremble.

About 20 people were all collapsed and groaning.

Most of them had blood pooling on their legs. Their Achilles tendons were deeply severed.

Unconsciously, his fingertips trembled.

“Chairman, we’re under attack.”

“What are you talking about? We were the ones who attacked.”

“No, Yoon Jung-hoon kidnapped the Young Master.”

“What? That doesn’t make sense? Ji-ho called me a little while ago… That bug-like bastard.”

The last words he had said came to his mind.

It was a clear incitement to murder.

Song Cheol-ho’s cheeks twitched.

Only then did he feel the reality of the unease he had felt little by little.

Everything up until now had been planned.

Even coming here was part of his scenario.

It wasn’t Yoon Jung-hoon who was playing in the palm of Buddha’s hand, but himself.

Song Cheol-ho picked up the old wooden chair that was in sight and slammed it down on Han Hyun-dong’s body.

He repeatedly struck Hyun-dong’s body, which had fallen to the floor, with the chair in his hand.

He was burning with anger, so much so that he couldn’t bear it unless he broke something.

“Yoon Jung-hoon, Yoon Jung-hoon, I’ll kill you!”

His roar shook the Chairman’s office.

***

Hyun Jung-ok’s hand, looking blankly out the window, was trembling.

Chairman Park, sitting on the sofa and looking at her, also had a stern expression.

Kwak Dong-shik, who was next to Chairman Park, was also lost in deep thought with his eyes closed.

He felt a bitter taste of blood between his tightly clenched lips.

He thought of his brother’s last moments.

It was painful.

He opened his eyes and looked around.

It was clear that both Madam Hyun and Chairman Park were thinking about that day.

“Madam, shall we have a drink?”

Hyun Jung-ok, who had been lost in thought, regained her senses and looked at Kwak Dong-shik.

“Yes, today is a good day… You like whiskey, don’t you?”

Hyun Jung-ok took out the liquor on the shelf and poured it for him.

“Chairman Park, have a drink too. I should have a drink today too.”

Everyone raised their glasses.

They exchanged glances.

A pledge not to waver.

As they swallowed the strong liquor, the alcohol roughly scratched their esophagus, but soon a fragrant fruity scent lingered.

Revenge was like that.

The door opened and Man-ho entered.

“It’s ready. Let’s go.”

Guided by Man-ho, they went down to the basement.

Song Ji-ho was tied to a chair. Kwak Hyun-soo and Jung-hoon were standing next to him like grim reapers.

“What are you doing?”

Song Ji-ho felt an unspeakable fear at the cold faces of the people approaching him.

He turned his head and looked at Yoon Jung-hoon.

He was still standing there expressionlessly.

Then, he opened his mouth to the people in front of him.

“We won’t kill him. He has to live to see the downfall of Ilsong. It’s a small preparation for the revenge of our ancestors.”

Everyone in front of him nodded.

Yoon Jung-hoon made a call.

“Chairman, this is Yoon Jung-hoon.”

Profanities poured out from the other side of the phone.

Song Ji-ho looked around. And shouted urgently.

“Father, save me. Please save me!”

“Chairman… try asking him to save you. Then I might save you.”

There was no answer from the other side of the phone.

Silence continued to flow.

“Do you think I would do that?”

Soon, Song Ji-ho’s scream erupted.

Kwak Hyun-soo stabbed every corner of Song Ji-ho’s body with a sharp tool in his hand.

The tearing screams filled the room.

Hyun Jung-ok too.

Chairman Park too.

And Kwak Dong-shik too.

They didn’t turn their heads.

They glared and stared straight at the gruesome sight.

Jung-hoon waited for Song Cheol-ho’s plea to save him to be heard over the phone.

But there was no answer.

“Was he a son you didn’t want to save?”

“Let my wayward son do as he pleases. I’ll hang up now.”

Then Hyun Jung-ok stepped forward.

“Hey, Cheol-ho. Don’t think this is the end. I’ll send your son into agony. I’ll film this scene well and send it to you, so be sure to watch it.”

Song Cheol-ho’s mad voice flowed out.

“Ugh, I’ll tear you to pieces too. Do as you please.”

Jung-hoon hung up the phone.

Song Cheol-ho’s screams and pleas for help filled the dark space.

Kwak Hyun-soo mangled Song Ji-ho’s body here and there with the tool in his hand.

He woke him up when he lost consciousness.

After doing that a few times, he couldn’t wake up anymore.

“Let’s go now, Madam Hyun.”

Chairman Park raised Madam Hyun.

At that moment, Kwak Dong-shik supported her as she staggered.

Compared to the horrific moment they suffered a long time ago, it wasn’t even a tenth of it.

As everyone left, Jung-hoon looked at Song Ji-ho, who had lost consciousness.

He asked Hyun-soo, Mister.

“Cut off one foot and the middle leg.”

“Are you thinking of keeping him alive?”

“Wouldn’t it be better if Song Ji-ho sent Song Cheol-ho to prison?”

Kwak Hyun-soo also nodded.

Song Ji-ho, who regained consciousness, groaned.

“Please save me… Please, please save me.”

He barely moved his mouth and begged to be saved.

“I’ll save you, I won’t kill you. I’m different from your father. But your father told me to kill you… What are you going to do? Are you going to be abandoned by your father and die? Or are you going to kill your father?”

Song Ji-ho closed his eyes tightly.

In the end, he was an abandoned son.

“Send the files you have. Then I’ll give you a chance to fight back. How about it? Are you interested?”

Song Ji-ho nodded and lost consciousness.

“Just do what I told you earlier. You have to save him.”

“Yes, let’s get out of here. It’s not good to see such a terrible sight.”

Jung-hoon looked at Kwak Hyun-soo.

“Thank you, Mister.”

Kwak Hyun-soo nodded.

He went up the basement stairs.

Bright light obscured his vision.

Now it begins.

***

Song Cheol-ho, who hung up the phone, bit his lip.

His son’s desperate screams rang in his ears.

He was an unworthy son, but he was a child he loved.

He had fallen out of his favor because of excessive greed, but he was clearly his own flesh and blood.

But he had to abandon him.

As the chairman of Ilsong and the head of Cheonjihoe [likely a powerful crime syndicate], he could never show a humble, begging figure.

Song Cheol-ho protected his pride.

He was not humble in front of those bastards.

Those bastards would have killed my son anyway.

Just like himself, who had cut off the heads of four people despite their blood-curdling pleas in the old days.

Song Cheol-ho emptied a glass full of alcohol in one gulp.

He felt sorry for thinking about the abandoned son.

But Ilsong and Cheonjihoe are one, but there are many children.

He still had Yoon-ho and the firstborn.

If only the youngest Yoon-ho, who was addicted to drugs, could come to his senses, everything would be resolved.

He is a smart child. If he passes on his power to him, there will be no problem with the next leader.

Then Ilsong will still hold the power of the empire.

Ji-ho is a sacrifice for Ilsong and Cheonjihoe.

He had to come to his senses again and focus on acquiring Sunjae Heavy Industries.

He called Chief Secretary Han Hyun-dong.

“How is the acquisition of Sunjae Heavy Industries going?”

“They say they will change the conditions soon, but they are dragging their feet.”

“What?”

His fingertips trembled.

In the old days, they would have reacted as soon as the words were spoken, but even now, after a long time, they are not listening to his orders.

The People’s Government?

Song Cheol-ho smiled bitterly.

“Should I show these guys who the owner is so they can come to their senses?”

Song Cheol-ho’s deeply wrinkled hand strongly grabbed the sofa handle.

“It will change soon, Chairman.”

“Cough, damn it, people and bullshit, Hyun-dong, go and tell them properly. How miserable it is for those who have been abandoned by their owners to starve to death!”

“Yes, Chairman. I understand. And tonight… I have prepared Daewongak [a high-end traditional Korean restaurant].”

“Really?… Haa, well done. You have a good sense.”

Song Cheol-ho let out a long sigh.

He closed his eyes and opened his mouth.

A monologue-like, conviction-filled voice flowed out.

“Hyun-dong, it’s not easy to keep this position. It’s a position that you have to protect even if you abandon your children. I’m not trying to live well and eat well.

Order must not collapse. We must maintain order.

It will be difficult for you to understand. But you will understand when you sit in this position. We have to protect that… I should take a long break at Daewongak today.”

“Yes, Chairman.”

Han Hyun-dong quietly watched Song Cheol-ho, who was leaning against the sofa with his eyes closed.

Soon, he carefully left the room.

***

Indeed, the power of Cheonjihoe was great.

The chief editors of the media companies, who received 10kg of gold toads and luxury liquor, expressed their opinions again a few days later, taking a stand on the Sunjae Heavy Industries bidding.

Choi In-soo, the president of Korea Asset Management Corporation, had no choice but to raise both arms [surrender].

“President Yoon, it looks like they will dismiss me.”

“It can’t be helped. Accept their demands.”

In the end, non-price factors were greatly added.

Operating experience in related industries, consideration of the national economy, etc. were added.

All evaluation items were disclosed to eliminate unfairness.

But Jung-hoon already knows.

Who is scoring is important.

Non-price factors are like interviews.

If the interviewer likes you, they can give you 10 points, and if they don’t, they can give you 1 point, and there is no problem.

It was very disadvantageous for Jung-hoon.

No matter how much money he spent, it might not work out.

It was when he was worrying at the window of Legend Company.

He got a call from Kang Sang-cheol.

“Young Master, I’ve figured it all out.”

Kang Sang-cheol, who had many contacts with Financial Supervisory Service employees, worked hard.

Like riding Cyworld waves [referencing a popular early social media platform in South Korea], he met the candidates who would be involved in evaluating the bidding documents for Sunjae Heavy Industries through connections and connections.

And he used his skills to win them over with alcohol, gambling, and women.

Ultimately, he bet 2 billion won [approximately $1.5 million USD] per person.

But carrots alone were not enough.

Jung-hoon looked at Cheon Jin-hyuk.

His eyes, nodding, were already full of confidence.

Unlike Kang Sang-cheol, who threw carrots, he prepared a perfect whip.

He uncovered everything: illegal use of corporate cards, affairs, sexual harassment, real estate speculation, children’s admission irregularities, and even his wife’s affair.

He showed only a small part of it.

They pledged cooperation, no, loyalty.

Jung-hoon looked at his watch.

The bidding closes in 10 minutes. He called the president of the Korea Development Bank.

“It’s me.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

He heard the voice of Lee Myung-joon, the president of the Korea Development Bank, who was very nervous.

“How many bidders are there?”

“Only your company so far, Young Master.”

Jung-hoon looked at his watch.

Less than 3 minutes were left until 5 o’clock, the bidding deadline.

He wondered if Song Cheol-ho could bet even if it meant sacrificing his son’s life.