Genius Grandson of the Loan Shark King

It's not as easy as I thought

A provoked George Soros glared at me fiercely.

But I just shrugged and turned away.

There was no reason to talk to him any further.

Because George Soros was already a lackey of my mortal enemy.

He moved to the center of the party, leaving George Soros behind, who was standing still.

A group of three or five people were gathered together, drinking wine and chatting.

At that time, Han Kyung-young said.

"I'll go say hello to the old guys on Wall Street. Just stay quiet and don't cause any trouble."

"I'm not a kid. Don't worry and go."

"Hmm······."

As I nodded as if telling him to go, Han Kyung-young looked at me with a suspicious expression.

Me, Won. Who do you think is a child? He pushed Han Kyung-young away and gestured towards the people.

"I told you, you really won't have any accidents."

"Okay, I'm nearby. I'll be right back."

Han Kyung-young, who had been looking at me suspiciously until the end, moved toward Warren Buffett.

I took a glass of wine from a tray carried by a waiter walking around the hall.

As I swirled my wine glass around and looked around, I saw some familiar faces here and there.

I didn't really feel like saying hello, so I was just sipping my wine, but then I felt someone behind me. When I turned around, I saw a familiar face.

"Charlie."

"Jessica. Long time no see."

"That's right. You contacted me like that when you needed to······."

"We're not on such a close level that we can exchange greetings on a personal level, are we?"

He answered with a smile at Jessica, who was pursed her lips.

Then, Jessica, who had nothing to say, let out a deep sigh instead of answering, came over to me, linked arms, and whispered in my ear.

"Can we talk quietly, just the two of us?"

"A story?"

"It's an important story."

I nodded and followed her lead.

When we reached a quiet corner where there were no people, Jessica uncrossed her arms and said.

"You said our relationship with China isn't good?"

"There is no one who doesn't know."

"Have you forgotten what I do? By the way, did you know that the Korean government asked for our help this time?"

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I already knew that President Yoon Chang-ho had asked for America's help in his diplomatic dispute with China.

As I nodded, Jessica rolled her eyes as if she was embarrassed.

"But······. Washington probably won't intervene in this matter."

"Hmm······."

It was as expected.

As long as Baltic is determined and has China's backing, the U.S. government will not be able to make a move easily.

"And I heard that there was lobbying on Wall Street as well. It's probably the work of people who want Dream High to fall this time."

"The fall of Dream High······."

"You know Dream High is irregular, right? No one likes a protruding awl. It's the same everywhere, but Wall Street is even worse."

I am not unaware of the feeling of an embedded stone wanting to remove the stone that has rolled in.

But is that really the reason?

When I didn't say anything, Jessica continued talking.

"So unless there is a military conflict, the US will not take South Korea's side."

"Of course. Because the U.S. government puts America's interests first."

"You're not feeling well, are you?"

"Let's answer stiffly," Jessica asked cautiously.

"No way. I understand. And this time, I have no intention of accepting America's help."

"As expected, Charlie is Charlie. As expected, he's more calm than I thought."

"But why are you telling me this story?"

"Because we are partners. I don't want Charlie to fall."

Jessica spoke indifferently, looked around to make sure there was no one around, and then whispered.

"Also, a few days ago, the French ambassador to China was suddenly replaced. He is a man named Lloris, who is quite close to Jiang Zemin. As soon as he entered China, he went to see Jiang Zemin first, not Hu Jintao."

Just learning information I didn't know before was a huge gain.

"I think France has joined hands with China. You know that."

"Thanks for the good information. There was a problem with the Chinese information network."

"Really? Aren't the Black Bear Information Team's capabilities better than ours?"

It seems that they have judged the information I have given them so far to be the intelligence gathering capability of the Black Bear Intelligence Team.

However, since I was gathering information based on my memories of my past life, it seemed superior, but it was difficult to overcome the US's intelligence gathering capabilities.

It's one step ahead of others, and finding out what you already know and finding out what you don't know at all are two entirely different things.

"That's an overinterpretation."

"Hmm······. Well, I'll believe Charlie since he says so. Oh, the recent flood of articles on corruption in China are Charlie's work, right? At this time, the yellow media owned by Murdoch keeps putting out articles."

"That's right. I tried shaking it from the outside, but it wasn't as easy as I thought."

"Because it's China. I'll root for Charlie to win."

I smiled quietly as I watched her clench her fists.

"It's time to go back now. I don't think it's good to be away from home too much."

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"Yeah. Oh, Charlie."

As I turned around, Jessica called out to me as I was about to head back to the party venue.

"You said there was going to be a terrorist attack in Britain. You caught the tail."

"That's good."

"Thank you for giving me the opportunity to pay off a huge debt to the UK. Thank you."

"It was a deal. But don't let your guard down."

Jessica smiled faintly, as if telling me not to worry.

As expected, he is a person with great ambition.

As Jessie and I returned to the party venue, we saw Han Kyung-young looking around.

I was looking around near where I was standing earlier.

Han Kyung-young, who discovered me, came running.

"Where have you been? Who is the woman next to you?"

"Hello. I'm Jessica. Are you CEO James of Dream High?"

"Oh, yes. It's James."

Han Kyung-young shook Jessica's hand and asked me in a small voice.

"What? Who are you? Did you seduce me?"

Although it was in Korean, Jessica was someone who could speak Korean to some extent.

Jessica smiled and answered in Korean.

"No, I was talking about work, James."

"Oh, I'm sorry. You speak Korean."

"Just a little bit. See you next time. There are still places to say hello to."

Jessica, smiling brightly, waved and disappeared, and Han Kyung-young poked me in the ribs.

"Who is it? Isn't she pretty?"

"It's not what you think, hyung. He's an employee of the Department of Homeland Security."

"What? Department of Homeland Security?"

Han Kyung-young looked again in the direction where Jessica had disappeared and said.

"You look young?"

"He has good abilities. He is planning to join the newly created Office of the Director of National Intelligence. He will probably be promoted to the position of director."

"Oh, you seem to be quite capable. What did you talk about?"

"Let's talk about the details later."

It was not something I could readily talk about in a crowded place.

I also saw a familiar face walking towards us.

"Charlie."

"Mr. National Security Advisor, it's been a while."

"Yes. It's been a while since we last met face to face. I've heard a lot about you, though."

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"I heard that you have been nominated as Secretary of State. Congratulations."

"thank you."

After finishing her greetings with me, Condoleezza Rice shook hands with Han Kyung-young and turned around to say:

"Please come in. I am waiting for you."

Han Kyung-young and I left the party venue and went into the mansion.

In the reception room on the second floor, President Bush and his entourage were all gathered.

"Oh, Charlie! Come in. Come sit down."

Bush welcomed us warmly and offered us a seat.

"How have you been? I've heard from you here and there, but it's been a while since I've seen you face to face."

"Thank you. Congratulations on your re-election."

President Bush's face was filled with composure. The overwhelming vote in this election seemed to have given him composure.

"The first election was a hard-won victory, but the second was a landslide victory. The Democratic Party also declared a quick defeat."

I nodded slightly and checked the faces of the people sitting there.

But the person who was supposed to be there was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is Vice President Dick Cheney?"

When Dick Cheney's name was mentioned, Bush's normally relaxed smile turned into a slight grimace.

Bush coughed slightly and opened his mouth.

"······The Vice President is not attending today."

"That's unexpected. Aren't you my running mate?"

"That was true. Not anymore."

Not anymore······.

Have you decided to break with the neocons?

I looked at Rice and then back at President Bush.

"Have you decided to break away from the neocons?"

President Bush said nothing, but his expression said it all.

But isn't Condoleezza Rice a neocon too? She's just staying away from Dick Cheney, and hasn't cut all ties with him yet?

It was Bush who brought me, who had been making all kinds of hypotheses in my head, into reality.

"Enough chit-chat. Why did you ask to see me?"

President Bush got straight to the point.

"What do you ask me? I just came to congratulate you."

"Huh······. Don't act coy. Just tell me what you want."

I don't believe you when you say you came without any reason.

I shrugged my shoulders as I watched President Bush like that.

"I'm thinking of attacking the New York Times. But······."

As I paused for a moment, Bush gestured for me to speak.

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"I came here to tell you in advance about something related to the Iraq War."

"Something to do with the Iraq War? What is that?"

"Yes. I intend to attack Judith Miller."

"what?"

A startled Bush uncrossed his legs and pulled himself toward me.

"It's a case that a special prosecutor is currently investigating. I plan to expand on it."

"······How much do you know?"

"I know that Chief of Staff Louis Libby led the effort. I don't know if the President was involved, but at least the Vice President knew."

To put it bluntly, President Bush washed his face with both hands.

It was an incident that later became known as Leak Gate.

It was something that had enormous repercussions in my previous life as well.

This applies not only to the American media world, but also to politics.

"I know you're currently investigating Matt Cooper and Judith Miller. I want you to disclose your sources."

"······This is driving me crazy."

"Judith Miller is portrayed as a journalist under government oppression. But that's all a lie. Miller is the chief of staff, Libby, and······."

I looked at the man sitting in front of me and said.

"A reporter who also maintains a good relationship with Deputy Chief of Staff Karl Rove."

Deputy Chief of Staff Karl Rove stuttered, embarrassed, as if he hadn't expected his name to be mentioned.

"What, what does that mean? What does that have to do with me and Judith Miller?"

"Didn't you pass on a lot of secret information about the Iraq War to Judith Miller? In return for the information, Judith Miller wrote articles about the Iraq War."

"······."

"Isn't it?"

At that moment, Bush raised his hand and stopped me.

"Stop it."

President Bush looked at me with a stern face.

"What do you want? If you're going to threaten me like this, you must be in a lot of trouble."

"I have one wish. Don't stop me from doing what I'm doing. It will hurt the administration, but it will also be a good opportunity to break away from the neocons."

"······We may have drifted apart from the neocons, but we haven't completely given up on them."

I chuckled.

Even if Bush and Dick Cheney are a community of shared destiny, there is no need for them to be on a sinking ship together.

"If this really blows up, Vice President Dick Cheney will lose all his power. That's not a bad thing for the President."

"But I will also be hit."

"How long do you plan to be ridiculed as a puppet president?"

Bush's mask broke at my heavy, fastball.

The media was ridiculing President Bush as a figurehead and Dick Cheney as the real White House owner.

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In that situation, the fact that the vice president, who was the running mate, did not attend the president's reelection party showed President Bush's intention to reduce the power that Dick Cheney had.

I had no intention of missing this little crack.

It would not be a good idea to be on bad terms with the entire White House, so the plan was to just touch on the parts that needed to be cut out.

"What did you just say?"

"Even if you stop me, I will explode. I came here not to ask for permission, but for understanding."

"······No matter what I say, you're saying you're going to let this grow."

"That's right. I don't know how far it will spread. At the very least, Deputy Chief of Staff Karl Rove and Chief of Staff Libby here will have to take off their clothes."

President Bush's gaze turned to Karl Rove.

"Is what Charlie said true? Carl?"

"No. That's a lie. Why would I······."

"Really? Then it doesn't matter if I blow it up. If I'm innocent, there's no problem, right?"

Karl Rove was about to say something, but President Bush raised his hand and stopped him.

"Think carefully before you open your mouth."

"······."

Karl Rove kept his mouth shut at the cool warning.

"Vice President Karl. Go out and wait."

"Mr. President."

"Don't tell anyone about the conversation we had here. If anything comes out, I'll frame you for treason."

Karl Rove was frozen in place.

President Bush, clicking his tongue, spoke to his aides in the room.

"Everyone, go outside and wait. And Rice, you stay with Carl. It'll be confusing."

It was meant to be a consolation, but in reality it meant to keep an eye on Karl Rove.

Rice nodded and took the knife out, and the rest of the people went outside as well.

After everyone left, President Bush looked at me with sharp eyes and asked,

"Okay, let me hear your plan. What are you going to do?"

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