God of Money

After leaving the hospital, Choi Gichul headed towards a place in Sungbook Dong. It was the same place where Lee Sunghyun visited Woosung recently. Someone guided Choi Gichul to the living room where Woosung was sitting on a sofa.

Woosung ordered, “Sit.”

When Choi Gichul sat down quietly, Woosung asked, “So you have something to tell me?”

Chun Gisu arranged this meeting. Choi Gichul asked, “If I give you Choi Taemin’s weakness, what can you give me in return?”

“Oh, so you want to trade with me?”

Choi Gichul nodded. He took out his phone and showed Woosung a photo. It was a picture of Choi Gunwon in the hospital.

“How about this?”

“It can’t be proven. There is no solid proof.”

“I will get you the proof. In return, protect me and my wealth.”

Woosung laughed, “Haha, but there is one problem. I’m not interested in your offer.”

Choi Gichul paled. He begged Chun Gisu for this meeting, yet Woosung seemed unwilling to help him. Woosung suddenly pressed a button on the table.

“If I give you Choi Taemin’s weakness, what can you give me in return?”

It was Choi Gichul’s own voice from a recording device. Woosung asked, “If I take this recording to Choi Taemin, what do you think will happen?”

Choi Gichul stood up and screamed, “You bastard!”

Suddenly, a large hand grabbed Choi Gichul’s shoulder from behind. It was one of Woosung’s bodyguards. Choi Gichul was thrown back onto the sofa.

Woosung said to him, “Be careful. He is a very scary man. He used to be in the special forces.”

Choi Gichul swallowed. He was sweating. He glanced around the room nervously.

Choi Gichul stammered, “W, what do you think you’re doing? Do you not know who I am?”

“I know very well, but do you know who I am?”

“President Kang Woosung. Every Korean knows who you are.”

“Not that.”

Woosung wanted to say it, but this wasn’t the time.

Choi Gichul replied, “The richest man in the world.”

Woosung grinned. “And?”

Choi Gichul finally realized that Woosung was making fun of him.

Choi Gichul frowned and replied, “This isn’t the time for jokes.”

“That’s your problem. You know how it is. When you reach a certain status, everything becomes boring. You need to seek fun wherever you can.”

“…”

“Of course, I’m not saying I reject your deal completely. I will think about it. Now leave and wait for me.”

***

Daeyang Electronics 103.10.

Daeyang’s stock price plummeted further. Unsurprisingly, KND’s stock continued to soar.

Then, breaking news flashed on the television.

“JP Jeremy announces an investment of billions of dollars in Daeyang Electronics.”

“[Breaking News] JP takes over 20% of Daeyang Electronics.”

“Over 10 billion dollars invested.”

Suddenly, Daeyang stock started to go up quickly.

Choi Taemin finally smiled. “We are finally out of the woods.”

“Yes, sir, but it’s only a temporary solution. If we don’t launch a successful cellphone and improve our semiconductor department, we will return to our earlier situation quickly.”

“Our next cellphone line will be a success, which will help our semiconductor department.”

Suk Jinmyung frowned and replied, “But the problem is whether or not we can survive till then. In addition, 70% of Daeyang Electronics now belongs to foreign companies. We are basically a foreign company at this point. What if one or two of them give up on us?”

Choi Taemin glared at him. “It sounds like you want me to fail.”

“It’s not like that. It’s my job to get prepared for the worst scenario.

“Your most important job is to relieve my stress, and you are doing a very poor job nowadays.”

Suk Jinmyung breathed deeply. He needed to calm down.

He replied, “I apologize.”

“If you’re sorry then do a better job. I need to not be stressed out so I can do a better job to save Daeyang. Now leave me and find me someone. It better be someone good.”

Choi Gichul was waiting for him when Suk Jinmyung returned to his office. He had his legs up on the desk.

He said to Suk Jinmyung, “I see that you got lectured by my brother again.”

“What are you doing here?”

“You must have a lot of worries nowadays. It must be hard working for that bastard.”

“…”

“I thought perhaps I should help you from becoming his biggest victim.”

Suk Jinmyung’s face paled. Choi Gichul threw an envelope at him.

“Have a look.”

Suk Jinmyung’s hands trembled as he read the report. It was a plan in case Daeyang was implicated for an illegal account splitting. The key to this plan was Suk Jinmyung.

“The plan is for you to be the whistle blower, and I can be your savior.” Choi Gichul stood up and continued, “Get me Choi Taemin’s secret funds in Switzerland and Virgin Island. I will make big profits from them. He will never know.”

“Then what will happen to me?”

“You will become rich.”

“How will you survive Choi Taemin’s anger?”

Choi Gichul lowered his voice. “I have a way. You know President Kang, right?”

Suk Jinmyung nodded.

Choi Gichul continued, “He promised to protect me.”

Choi Gichul grinned. Suk Jinmyung lowered his eyes and thought.

‘Just how many people did Kang Woosung ask?’

When Suk Jinmyung remained silent, Choi Gichul asked, “You’re in, right?”

“What if I say no?”

Choi Gichul handed him another envelope. As Suk Jinmyung read the documents, his eyes widened once again, but this time in shock. It contained all the illegal things he did for Daeyang over the years.

Choi Gichul explained, “My father always said we need to have a good record of everything just in case. He gave this to me before he became ‘ill.'”

Suk Jinmyung slowly replied, “I understand.”

Choi Gichul grinned brightly. “Good. You can expect to be rewarded a huge amount of cash for your cooperation. Let’s work together.”

Choi Gichul left. Suk Jinmyung sat down. It was over. He knew what he had to do. Suk Jinmyung opened his cabinet drawer.

***

1BTC 6310 dollars.

November 2017.

Jang Gwangchul checked the bitcoin price on his phone and asked Woosung, “Tell me the truth. How many bitcoins do you actually have?”

“Probably the most in the world.”

“…what?”

“You asked me to tell you the truth.”

“S, so how many would that be? A million?”

Woosung shook his head.

Jang Gwangchul asked again, “T, then 5 million?”

Woosung shook his head again.

“Y, you mean 10 million?”

“Haha, it’s not important. It’s time to attend Korea’s first civilian satellite launch.”