Genius Grandson of the Loan Shark King

I am not a mature gentleman.

I explained my plan to both of them to some extent.

"I think we could probably pull out one of the pillars of the New York Times at this point."

Wilson spoke after hearing my explanation, and Flame followed suit.

"This could undermine the steadfast credibility of the New York Times."

"Yes, the court will probably order the source to be revealed. But Miller will hold out until the end. There are people involved who can never speak out."

"What is that······."

I looked at the two people who were frozen stiffly and raised one eyebrow. There was no way they wouldn't know.

"High-ranking officials in the White House are involved. Do you have any inkling of it?"

Both people nodded.

"There are two people involved, Karl Rove, the deputy chief of staff to the president, and Louis Libby, the vice president's chief of staff. It's not circumstantial, it's definite."

Wilson asked, his eyes growing so wide that he couldn't get any bigger.

"Z, do you have any evidence?"

"I don't have any evidence to show, but I can be sure that they are involved."

It was a fact that would eventually be revealed as time passed.

Not many people knew the identity of the CIA covert agent.

Even within the CIA, only a few people knew about it, so even fewer people in the White House had access to information about CIA agents.

Because they were agents who risked their lives and were dispatched to dangerous areas on behalf of the United States, it was customary for information about CIA covert agents to be kept top secret.

The principle was to respect secret agents and keep their personal information confidential so that they would not feel threatened.

But then, suddenly, Flame's true identity was revealed.

"Federal law prohibits the disclosure of the identity of a secret agent. Doing so is a felony. But isn't that strange? Did Wilson know that Mr. Flame was a secret agent?"

Wilson shook his head.

"We were a married couple, but I had no idea."

"But people won't believe it."

Wilson sighed instead of answering, because it was true.

"It all started when Wilson wrote an op-ed for The New York Times."

The pretext for the Iraq war was that Iraq had purchased large quantities of uranium from Africa.

However, the CIA determined that the information was not credible.

"And just a few days later, Robert Novak revealed the identity of CIA covert agent Valerie Plame."

"I was shocked too. That was the first time I fought Flame with a raised voice."

The two people looked at each other and smiled sadly for some reason.

"It doesn't matter whether the two people shared the secret or not. It matters whether people believe it or not. That's why the identity was made public."

The issues between the couple are important, but the public only sees the revealed parts. This was ultimately a question of trust.

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"Are you two Democrats?"

The two nodded. Wilson immediately began to defend himself so fiercely that he almost vomited blood.

"But I am an American citizen before I am a Democrat. I am not saying anything that is not true."

"I know. Hussein has never bought uranium, nor has he ever possessed a large quantity of biological or chemical weapons. I met Hussein and asked him."

"······Are you saying that you met Hussein in person?"

Wilson asked in a bewildered voice. Instead of giving a friendly answer, I shrugged my shoulders.

"I know Wilson's claims are true. But the current climate is too strange to insist that the truth is the truth."

Wilson frowned at my words. Then he glanced at his wife, Flame Valerie.

I looked at him like that and said.

"The story about uranium has been erased from people's attention, and only the story about Mr. Flame is full. Did she tell her husband the confidential information? And who gave Mr. Flame's identity to the reporters? These are the stories that are making the rounds."

"Yes."

"This is what the people who told reporters about Mr. Flame's identity wanted: If you can't deny the message, attack the messenger."

Dick Cheney and the neocons' goal was obvious.

I guess they would rather see the credibility of the White House damaged than the legitimacy of the Iraq war undermined.

The two people looked at each other, exchanged glances, and then nodded.

The first one to speak was Flame.

"All good. I will assume that Charlie's guesses are all true. Let me be honest with you. I am currently banned from all work within the CIA. I am also under investigation for allegedly leaking classified information to my husband."

She didn't hide her situation and was completely open about it.

"While working as a secret agent, I had access to a lot of confidential information and carried out operations."

Even I don't know exactly what Flame did.

Because it's nearly impossible to get inside information from the CIA.

"Was there anything illegal among them?"

I didn't answer anything. It's definitely there.

Because a CIA covert agent couldn't only do legal things.

"I can't say anything. That's how I live. My husband is the same. We honestly want to end things on a reasonable note."

I could empathize with what both of them were thinking.

But will things really go as planned? This matter has already left the hands of the two.

"Well, even if the two of you want to end it on a reasonable note, will that be possible?"

"Huh? What are you talking about now······"

"I intend to continue developing the work even if you two do not join hands with me."

"What on earth do you mean?"

Wilson's face contorted.

I smiled broadly at the sight.

"It's not that I need you, it's that you need me."

Wilson opened his lips to say something, but Moore held up two fingers to stop him.

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"You have two choices."

I said, folding one finger.

"If you push away the hand I extend to you and just sit there, you'll get taken advantage of like an idiot."

He folded the remaining fingers and smiled even more deeply.

"With my help, you will fight to the end. Oh, but I can't guarantee that you will win this either."

Two people looked at me with bewildered expressions.

They say that couples look alike, and their facial expressions are exactly the same. Then, a thought suddenly occurred to me and I added.

"Oh, sorry. There's one more thing. You can just give in to them. That might get you through to some extent. But I don't recommend that. I don't intend to leave you alone."

They said it was a choice, but in reality they had some idea of what they wanted.

Because in their past lives, they fought until the end.

As expected, Flame straightened his expression and asked me.

"You said you would give us a choice, but in the end you said we had no choice but to take your hand."

"Isn't that obvious?"

It would have been a little easier if two people had joined, so I had to include them.

But even if the two of them had pushed my hand away, the result would have been the same. Of course, it would have taken more time.

I met Flame's eyes, who was looking at me in disbelief, and wiped the smile off my face.

"I am not a gentleman."

I spoke honestly without wearing a mask. Perhaps because of the atmosphere that had changed in an instant, I saw the two people blinking.

"I'm not a philanthropist, either. If it doesn't benefit me, I don't care what happens to those two."

Wilson and Flame swallowed dryly at my cold words.

There were many paths, but in the end, there was only one choice for the two people.

* * *

Han Kyung-young smiled brightly as the door opened and George Soros came in.

Han Kyung-young got up from his seat and approached him.

"Welcome, Soros."

"Stop pretending to be friendly."

George Soros growled as he slapped away the hand extended by Han Kyung-young.

"Well, if that's what you want."

Han Kyung-young, who responded nonchalantly, sat down first, and George Soros followed him.

"Would you like some coffee?"

"Okay. Just tell me what's important."

George Soros made no secret of his discomfort.

But the more this happened, the more Han Kyung-young smiled at him.

George Soros was moved by Han Kyung-young's actions.

"What are you trying to do? Are you calling me to make fun of me? You said you won."

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"Is this all? Dow Jones is just the beginning. Soros and the stocks behind him are no longer compatible with us."

"What do you mean? You can't get along with me? Are you saying you want to see it through to the end? You're being overly confident."

Han Kyung-young shook his head.

"It's not about confidence. The question is whether or not you should do it. We reached out first, and you were the one who took that hand. And now you're hitting us in the back of the head like this? That's not moral."

"······."

"You started the fight first. I realized that everything that happened in China was a fabrication by the people behind you."

Han Kyung-young was unstoppable, even when George Soros showed signs of displeasure.

'Disclose everything we know. And pressure him.'

Han Kyung-young opened his mouth again, recalling Kim Moo-hyeok's words.

"No matter how much I thought about it, it was strange. There's no way China would have driven us into this situation without suddenly going crazy."

As Han Kyung-young spoke, he kept looking at George Soros.

"This time I was sure. Oh, someone was behind all this."

"Who is behind me? Your imagination is running wild."

"Is that so?"

Han Kyung-young answered with a smug tone. But his next words were extremely sharp.

"It's impossible for someone like you to do something like this on your own. Do you think someone who has already become a piece of trash would even think of getting involved in something like this?"

George Soros exposed the word "scum".

He took off his mask and shouted.

"James! How dare you mock me!"

Han Kyung-young laughed at George Soros's response.

It was an obvious mockery.

"You're mocking me? I'm talking about reality now."

"Reality? Do you think I'll fall apart just because I lost the Dow Johnson takeover battle?"

George Soros slammed the table hard. George Soros glared at Han Kyung-young.

"Who do you think I am? This is not enough to even give me a speck of blemish."

"Well, the godfather of hedge funds? Or an evil savior? Or someone whose career would have been over without my help?"

George Soros' name value was at its peak when he was shorting the pound.

He, along with his partner Stanley Druckenmiller and his followers, used all available funds to short the pound.

Britain, with its pride hurt, went on the defensive by raising interest rates to 10%.

But Soros's attack failed, and the British government surrendered.

George Soros brought a nation, the British Empire, to its knees.

From then on, many Wall Street fund managers flocked to his investments like moths to a flame.

In 1993, the price of gold around the world soared as fund managers rushed to buy shares in U.S. mining companies amid rumors that they were aggressively buying their stocks.

There was also a time when his single word caused the stock price of Japan's Nikkei to soar.

"That's what makes life interesting. We're the ones who brought you down, and we're the ones who gave you a lifeline."

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George Soros' influence was shattered during the Asian financial crisis.

Since then, Dream High has reaped most of the fruits of George Soros' scheme.

From there, George Soros suffered huge, irreversible losses during the long-term capital crisis and the dot-com bubble burst, and his partner Stanley Druckenmiller left the fund.

It was Dream High that reached out to George Soros, who was on the verge of bankruptcy.

They used George Soros and Wall Street to shake up the yen and force Japan to surrender.

But even though they were exploited, they made huge profits.

Enough to instantly recover the losses suffered during the dot-com bubble.

"Even beasts don't bite those who help them. But you tried to bite us. Then, doesn't that mean you have a master who is more fearsome than us?"

Han Kyung-young raised the corners of his mouth as he locked eyes with George Soros, who was trembling with insult.

"So don't pretend not to know. Do I really have to tell you with my own mouth who the people behind you are? That would be a real disaster."

Secret society Baltice.

They never come to the forefront.

"Soros. We do not want a full-scale war. If we play chicken, it is obvious who will suffer more. Don't you know better than anyone how much we have suffered to see Japan surrender?"

"Do I······. Do I look like someone's lackey?"

Han Kyung-young snickered as he watched George Soros speak with a trembling voice.

"What does it matter now? There is no evidence, but that doesn't matter. It's up to you. And if you don't admit it, then we'll go all the way. Starting tomorrow, all the media owned by News Corporation will spread the name of that organization."

George Soros opened his mouth, glaring at Han Kyung-young.

"Then we'll let Charlie know his name too."

George Soros pressured him in the same way as Han Kyung-young.

It was as expected. Han Kyung-young shrugged his shoulders as if he had known this would happen.

"It's okay. Charlie and the group. Who would be more harmed if they surfaced······."

Han Kyung-young trailed off with a devilish smile.

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