The Genius Grandson Of The Cash King Becomes A Tycoon [EN]: Chapter 81

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The deadline for submitting Seonjae Heavy Industries’ bidding documents is 5 PM.

Only 2 minutes left.

At 4:58 PM, a man walked in, glanced around, and approached the reception desk.

He casually submitted the documents and left.

The cover of the documents read: Youngsan Heavy Industries.

It was one of the domestic Big 3, on par with Seonjae Heavy Industries.

No one had expected them to bid.

Moreover, they had repeatedly voiced their opposition.

That evening, numerous articles were urgently published.

‘Youngsan Heavy Industries Enters Acquisition War.’

Ilson Group, previously considered a shoo-in for the acquisition, withdrew, and Youngsan Heavy Industries stepped in.

Shinhwa Consortium and Youngsan Heavy Industries.

People were curious about who would become the new owner of Seonjae Heavy Industries.

Jeong-hoon called President Jeong Mong-il.

“Thank you, President. It was a difficult request, but you granted it.”

“It’s not a bad deal for me either. I’m more comfortable with you than Ilson, anyway, right? Playing the role of a decoy isn’t difficult.”

A single bid would have resulted in a failed auction.

Jeong-hoon had contacted Jeong Mong-il of Youngsan Heavy Industries to prevent that.

He remembered Jeong Mong-il’s expression when he handed over his business card. He clearly seemed to view him favorably.

“Is that so? It’s unexpected, so I don’t quite understand.”

“If Ilson acquires it, they’ll disrupt the industry with low-price bidding and squeezing subcontractors. Ilson lacks entrepreneurial spirit. I didn’t want to be on bad terms with them, so I initially cooperated, but my father used to curse them whenever he drank.”

“I see. Youngsan still values entrepreneurial spirit.”

“It’s all thanks to Yoon Jeong-hoon.”

‘My help?’

He didn’t understand what he meant for a moment.

Jeong-hoon asked, “What do you mean?”

“I just hope you nurture Seonjae Heavy Industries well and make it the world’s best shipbuilding company. Our Youngsan will be a friendly competitor. Hahaha.”

“Yes, I will strive to become a competitor worthy of Youngsan Heavy Industries. Thank you.”

Jeong-hoon ended the call.

Jeong Mong-il looked at the sky.

He missed his deceased father.

And he felt a pang of regret.

He had forgotten the entrepreneurial spirit that his father had so strongly advocated.

That young man had reawakened it.

The rising star of the business world.

Could he sweep away the *chaebols* [large family-owned conglomerates] contaminated by Cheonjihoe [a fictional secret society]?

The face of his father, Jeong Tae-san, was visible in the burning sunset.

And Yoon Jeong-hoon was superimposed on it.

“Hoo.”

He took a deep breath.

And after exhaling slowly, Jeong Mong-il took a step forward.

He, too, was dreaming of the world’s best shipyard.

***

Song Cheol-ho replayed the moment when he received Yoon Jeong-hoon’s call a few days prior.

“If you don’t participate in the bidding, I will spare Song Yoon-ho.”

“What are you talking about? You coward.”

“What, coward? Those aren’t words you should be using. It was the cowardly Song Cheol-ho who butchered my father, mother, and colleagues who went to negotiate! And you tried to abduct me, a guest, in a despicable way… Should I treat such a despicable person fairly?”

Song Cheol-ho felt a chill at Yoon Jeong-hoon’s cold, detached voice.

It was a tone he had never heard before.

“Are you saying you’ll spare my son if I give up the bidding?”

“……Of course.”

“Hmph, I understand.”

‘He’s giving up so easily. Is Song Yoon-ho that precious to him?’

Jeong-hoon was surprised that Song Cheol-ho surrendered so quickly.

But he knew he couldn’t trust him.

“I can’t trust you, so I’ll contact you when the bidding results are announced. And don’t bother trying to save him.”

“……. If you lay a hand on Yoon-ho, I won’t let you get away with it.”

“You can do as you please later.”

Song Cheol-ho did not submit a bid proposal due to Jeong-hoon’s threat.

He stayed home for several days, waiting for the results to be announced.

He was worried that Youngsan Heavy Industries had intervened, but that was out of his control.

He would be contacted when the bidding results were out.

He anxiously waited for the results in the chairman’s office and turned on the TV.

The announcement of the Seonjae Heavy Industries bidding results was being broadcast.

“The Shinhwa Consortium, which bid 500 billion [Korean won], has been awarded the contract.”

He was furious. He had been robbed of what he thought was rightfully his.

But he had saved his son’s life, so it was acceptable.

He could reorganize and crush them again.

The reason he gave up Song Ji-ho was because he had an alternative.

Song Yoon-ho was his hope.

A talented individual who had been accepted into Seoul National University’s law school.

He was far superior to the children of other *chaebols*.

He possessed the qualifications to become the next head of Cheonjihoe with his outstanding abilities.

But he had become addicted to drugs due to a mistake.

It was a mild addiction, but for some reason, the addiction worsened.

Ji-ho, blinded by greed, continuously injected Yoon-ho with highly addictive drugs.

National Forensic Mental Hospital.

Even though it was a state institution, Cheonjihoe’s influence reached everywhere, so it wouldn’t have been difficult to manipulate things there.

Tragically, it was Yoon Jeong-hoon who informed him of that fact.

He realized that Chief of Staff Han Hyun-dong was also on Song Ji-ho’s side.

He waited anxiously for the call.

He was startled by the ringing of the phone.

The phone was ringing loudly.

It was Yoon Jeong-hoon.

“Thank you for Seonjae Heavy Industries, Chairman.”

“Ahem, cut the nonsense. Send Yoon-ho.”

“I’ll send you the address. You can go pick him up. You’ll be able to see both of your sons there. I don’t know if they’ll both be alive or just one. Anyway, have a good time with your children whom you haven’t seen in a while. I don’t know if it will go well, though!”

The call ended.

‘I don’t know if it will go well, though?’

Song Cheol-ho’s last words lingered in his ears.

His heart was pounding.

He just hoped his son Yoon-ho was alive.

***

Song Yoon-ho, lying on the bed, was still just grinning and laughing.

Next to him stood Song Ji-ho, whose one ankle had been cut off.

He was trembling with fear.

The syringe in his hand contained a lethal dose of drugs.

“Your father told me to kill you and save Yoon-ho. What do you want me to do?”

Song Ji-ho’s hand trembled even more.

He hated him, but he was his brother who shared the same blood.

But he had to live.

“Can I live?”

“Of course!”

“How can I believe you?”

“Because I’m going to watch you bring down Song Cheol-ho.”

“Hmph, I’m going to tear you apart and kill you.”

Song Ji-ho glared at Jeong-hoon with bloodshot eyes.

‘With that body?’

Delusions are freedom.

You’re the perfect captain for a sinking ship.

Jeong-hoon gave him a bitter smile.

Song Ji-ho, who glared at Yoon Jeong-hoon with burning eyes, stuck the needle into Yoon-ho’s body.

Song Yoon-ho’s eyes and mouth widened even more, and he wore a blissful expression.

And soon after, his heart stopped beating.

Several hours later, Song Cheol-ho went to the abandoned rural school that Yoon Jeong-hoon had mentioned.

Hyun Jeong-ok was there. And Chairman Park, and Kwak Dong-sik were also present.

Facing them, he thought of the past.

They were the ones who had begged him with tears to spare their children at his feet.

A chill ran down his spine, and he felt a sense of *déjà vu* [a feeling of having already experienced the present situation].

He turned his head and looked around.

It was definitely that place back then.

Feeling eerie, he rushed inside.

Yoon-ho was lying on a hospital bed, his body cold.

And Ji-ho, with one leg amputated, was also there, overwhelmed by fear.

He approached Yoon-ho, who was lying on the bed, and touched his body.

It was cold, and there was no movement.

Song Cheol-ho opened his mouth but couldn’t say anything.

His heart seemed to have stopped.

-Cough, cough

He painfully clutched at his heart with both hands.

Tears wouldn’t come out, and he couldn’t breathe.

Seeing that sight, tears streamed down the faces of Hyun Jeong-ok, Chairman Park, and Kwak Dong-sik.

They had finally achieved the revenge they had been holding back for so long.

They had returned to him the sorrow of losing his precious child.

Now he would live in hell.

Jeong-hoon watched all this closely.

His heart weakened and wavered, but he held on tight.

Everything was the price of the sins he had accumulated.

In fact, it was far from enough for the price of the sins he had committed.

The evil he had committed so far was much greater and more cruel.

He felt relieved, as if his parents’ revenge was complete.

But he wasn’t truly happy.

That’s what revenge is like.

It must be done, but a bitter aftertaste lingers strongly.

But it was something that couldn’t be avoided.

***

The Shinhwa Consortium, which had taken over Seonjae Heavy Industries, moved busily.

Jeong-hoon decided to reorganize all the companies into a group system centered on a holding company.

He was tired, but he couldn’t rest.

And he had been tossing and turning ever since that day.

He kept imagining the smell of blood on his body.

He needed a break.

He had to see Da-hye.

He went to see her at the library.

As always, Da-hye saw him and waved her hand vigorously with a bright smile.

And she ran and hugged him.

‘Hoo, how can she be so pure and beautiful?’

Jeong-hoon thought as he looked into her infinitely clear eyes.

In Da-hye’s warm embrace, Jeong-hoon felt comfortable and deeply happy for the first time in a long time.

The tension in his whole body was relieved by her bright smile.

He, who hadn’t slept properly since that day, felt an irresistible drowsiness in her arms.

His eyelids kept drooping.

“It’s okay, you can rest for a while. I’ll protect you.”

‘What? Hehe.’

Jeong-hoon, who was lying on the bench with his head on her lap, chuckled.

For her, who was seemingly infinitely weak, to protect him.

And…… he fell into a deep sleep.

Da-hye stroked Jeong-hoon’s cheek as he slept.

She looked down at his face for the first time.

He looked exhausted.

Da-hye knew that the path Jeong-hoon was walking was different from others.

Da-hye wanted to protect him by his side.

Sometimes as the strength he needed,

Sometimes she wished to be his peaceful shelter.

Da-hye gently stroked Jeong-hoon’s head as he slept soundly.

He opened his eyes.

He saw her looking down at him.

As always, she blinked her big eyes.

‘If she blinks like that, I…….’

Jeong-hoon pulled her face down and gently kissed her lips.

The strong smell of blood that he felt on his body disappeared in an instant.

Only the unforgettable fruity scent that he smelled the first day he saw her lingered even more strongly at the tip of his nose.

***

Song Cheol-ho stayed inside his house for a while, refusing to eat or drink.

His own son had killed his own son.

It was a tragedy.

But what was more shocking was that his chief of staff had sided with Ji-ho.

His betrayal, who was his closest aide, was devastating.

He couldn’t accurately judge who was on his side and who was his enemy.

While staying confined in his house, he gathered his strength.

He had to strike his son Song Ji-ho.

Otherwise, he would lose his entire empire to him.

It would become his someday, but not now.

Suddenly, the door burst open.

“I’m Kim Soo-ho, a prosecutor from the Seoul Central District Prosecutors’ Office.”

“What? Tell the deputy chief prosecutor to come.”

“The old man hasn’t come to his senses. Old man, a coup has occurred. Your son has confessed to all the corruption you’ve committed. Especially the murder conspiracy; there’s no way to deny it.”

Song Cheol-ho’s fist trembled.

He looked around, but he couldn’t see anyone who would help him.

He was alone in this place that had once commanded the empire.

The loyal subjects had all disappeared.

Song Ji-ho, with his prosthetic leg, came in limping from outside the door.

“Chairman, I will prepare the best lawyers. Don’t worry too much.”

Song Cheol-ho was unnerved by his son’s vile smile.

“You, you trash, are you selling out your father?”

“You abandoned me first, Father.”

Song Cheol-ho was dragged out, leaving the study empty, everyone having disappeared.

Song Ji-ho sat in his father’s chair.

Although he had lost a lot, he had taken over his empire.

His heart fluttered at the thought of sitting at his desk and ruling the empire.

The phone rang.

“Is it good?”

It was Yoon Jeong-hoon.

“Of course, it’s what I’ve wanted so much.”

“Then keep it safe. Soon your friends will move to take Ilson.”

“Hmph, no one can mess with our Ilson.”

‘You fool.’

He was pathetic.

He had no idea what was going on.

Cheonjihoe was already preparing for the next leader and thinking about how to dismantle Ilson and divide it.

But he was indulging in the joy of taking over a sinking shipwreck.

He wondered if he could even maintain Ilson.

He didn’t care if it was torn to pieces.

But he had to prevent the power from going elsewhere as Ilson was dismantled.

Jeong-hoon made a decision.

He couldn’t take the entire Ilson, but he had to take all the money-making assets.

“It’s the empire your father built with blood. Take good care of it. I’ll come to find it.”

“Hmph, wait, Yoon Jeong-hoon. I’ll crush everything you have. You’ll regret letting me live.”

“You’re nothing but a piece of trash with a big mouth……. Do your best.”

“You……. You bastard!”

The call ended with Song Ji-ho’s scream-like cry.

Jeong-hoon thought that his last words were a bit harsh.

But it was true.

He had to take Ilson.

That was to gain an advantage in the fight against Cheonjihoe.

***

The Shinhwa Consortium, which acquired Seonjae Heavy Industries, changed the company name to Shinhwa Shipbuilding & Marine.

The union’s opposition was resolved by agreeing to a complete employment succession.

It didn’t take much effort to acquire it.

1. 6 trillion won of Chairman Park’s money, who had supported with 2 trillion won, was still in Jeong-hoon’s hands.

Of the 500 billion won acquisition funds, 400 billion won was Chairman Park’s money and 100 billion won was Chairman Bang’s money.

Chairman Park didn’t ask about the remaining money.

He didn’t ask for it back either.

It was enough money to operate with just the interest.

Jeong-hoon said he would use it sufficiently and give it back, and he nodded and agreed.

He thought he should acquire companies.

After finishing his revenge, his grandmother, Chairman Park of Myeongdong, and General Kwak Dong-sik of the Intelligence Agency became people who had lost their purpose.

Their revenge was over, but Jeong-hoon’s revenge was not over yet.

Cheonjihoe was still the largest force in this society, operating in the shadows.

He had to increase his power further.

Jeong-hoon thought of Seonjae General Machinery.

And he thought of the companies he wanted to buy with the money in his hand.

He called Assemblyman Jo Young-jin.

“Assemblyman, it’s Jeong-hoon.”

“Yes, congratulations. You won the Seonjae Heavy Industries acquisition battle.”

“Assemblyman, your help was invaluable.”

“No, I know you did it all with your own strength. And you handled Song Cheol-ho of Ilson properly. I never imagined you would take down the head of Cheonjihoe.”

Jo Young-jin was excited.

‘Why is he so excited? It’s not like he’s completely eliminated Cheonjihoe yet.’

Jeong-hoon was puzzled.

Only Song Cheol-ho had been removed.

The road ahead was still long and arduous.

“Assemblyman, about the acquisition of Seonjae General Machinery you mentioned last time…”

“Ah, we’ll handle that with a private contract right away. It’s not difficult, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Is that all? I don’t think you’re the kind of friend who would end it with that…….”

Because he was a politician, it seemed like he had a hundred schemes in mind.

“If I want it, is it possible, Elder [a respectful term for someone older or more experienced]?”

“Hehehe.”

Jo Young-jin just laughed.

‘Laughter? I think he has something else in mind.’

What could it be? Jeong-hoon was curious.

“Elder, the weather is getting colder, so can we meet at a seaside seafood restaurant?”

“That’s good. I wanted to meet you anyway.”

“Okay, then I’ll see you that day.”

Jeong-hoon smiled to himself as he hung up the phone.

He was going to tell him what he wanted to get.

On the other hand, he was also looking forward to the gift that he would throw in the name of a favor.

The Genius Grandson of the Cash King Becomes a Chaebol.