Genius Grandson of the Loan Shark King

It's a weapon that will fill in what you lack.

Most of the work that needs to be done in America is done.

The United States is a country that does not hesitate to use force against other countries, but it is a little different at home.

They have been fighting a battle based on money and politics, completely excluding force.

The same was true for the fight that was about to begin.

Bush wanted to weaken the neocons, and that's what I wanted too.

Of course, at first he came just to warn me, but now that I see that our interests are aligned, it's different.

I was able to end it by asking Bush not to interfere with what I was doing.

I checked the report submitted by Director Ma and asked Han Kyung-young.

"Who did you hire to represent Wilson and Flame?"

"I hired the law firm of Cravath Swain & Moore. I asked them to assemble a defense team of the best lawyers."

Cravath Swain & Moore was not a large law firm with a large number of attorneys.

However, it was a prestigious law firm that ranked first or second among numerous American law firms.

"That's good, but isn't Cravas' main business focused on M&A?"

"Oh, right. We're based in London and New York, so we handle most of those cases, but we've also won several cases against the government."

I nodded to Han Kyung-young's words.

It didn't matter which law firm I hired as long as it was good enough.

American law firms do whatever makes money, so they'll do it well. Just like many law firms on Wall Street.

"If my brother chose it, there must be a reason."

"It will be enough to stop the neocons' movements. Even if they don't win, it will be worth buying time and rubbing it. Maybe they will win."

They said this, but there was no solid evidence to win the case.

No matter how much I moved the Black Bear, I couldn't find any video or recording files.

It might have been possible to obtain it through illegal means, but the risks were too great.

I couldn't do something that could be a weakness, so I put that number on hold for the time being.

"Yeah. I'll have to buy some time and get him into the mud."

Then, a knock was heard. It was finally time to go meet another sword that would check the neocons.

"I should get moving now. There's someone waiting for me in Washington."

As I stood up, Han Kyung-young waved his hand without even looking at me.

"Have a good day."

I chuckled, patted Han Kyung-young on the shoulder, and left the room.

* * *

Washington's nights were brighter than its days.

The nights in Washington, with senators, representatives, and countless lobbyists moving around, became brighter as time went on.

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"It's been a while, Obama."

There I met Democrat Barack Obama.

"Long time no see, Charlie."

I took Barack Obama's extended hand. As we shook hands, Obama spoke first.

"I heard you went to President Bush's reelection party."

"Yes, no one has donated more money to President Bush than we have."

"I heard you had a private meeting too."

"There's nothing you don't know."

"There are countless eyes and ears in Washington."

The re-election party was a public event.

Since it was a place where so many people gathered, it was natural that there were no secrets.

"Will someone hear about our meeting today?"

"No one is keeping me in check, so no one will pay attention to my actions."

Barack Obama answered my question succinctly.

I smiled slightly as I understood the meaning behind Obama's words.

He was suggesting that he was an unobtrusive politician, while also hinting that this would not get out.

Barack Obama was still just an ordinary senator.

Although he rose to stardom as a politician by gaining popularity through a single speech at the convention, his political career was lacking.

There is still time to discuss the next candidate, but the weight is so weak that most people say that the next Democratic candidate is Hillary Clinton.

That's where Barack Obama is now.

"Please sit down first."

This was one of the safe houses in Washington that Han Kyung-young had prepared.

It was the perfect place to meet Obama secretly, since no one knew who the real owner was.

Of course, it will be of no use today.

After shaking hands, we sat down across from each other. As soon as I sat down, I looked at Barack Obama's face.

"The Democrats lost, but their faces don't look so bad."

"It was a defeat that everyone expected. But I didn't expect it to be so overwhelming."

"Fortunately, didn't you do a good job in the Senate, House of Representatives, and gubernatorial elections that were held at the same time?"

Although the Republican Party won a landslide victory in the presidential election, it failed to do so in the concurrent U.S. House of Representatives and gubernatorial elections.

In the elections for 34 Senate seats, the Republicans won 19 seats and the Democrats won 15 seats.

In the House of Representatives, Republicans also took 232 seats while Democrats took 202, and in the gubernatorial elections, Republicans took 28 seats while Democrats took 22 seats.

The public had voted for President Bush in the presidential election, but they did not seem to want a Republican runaway.

Because it seems like they have given the Democratic Party enough means to restrain it.

"But still, what I lost was what I lost."

"What is the atmosphere like within the Democratic Party?"

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"I think I at least saved some face."

The Republican Party, which won, and the Democrat Party, which lost, were rationalizing the results of this election in their own way.

"Would you like a beer?"

Obama nodded.

I glanced at Director Ma, and he brought me a bottle of beer in an ice bucket.

I took out two of them, opened the lids, and handed one to Obama.

"They say this is the best-selling beer in America."

"I used to drink a lot of beer when I was younger. Now I drink more whiskey than beer······."

"Isn't it okay to reminisce about old memories like this sometimes? To regain your original intentions."

I thought back to the soju I drank with my friends in college.

Obama's expression became hazy as he recalled the beer he often drank during his college days.

I drink more high-quality alcohol like whiskey and wine now, but sometimes I miss the alcohol I used to drink back then.

"Beginner's mind. That's a good thing."

When I held out the bottle, Obama also faced his own bottle.

Even though the beer was overflowing from our hands, we just looked at each other and laughed.

After a sip of beer, we started a serious conversation.

"Obama. Have you made many comrades to dream with?"

I advised him on what it takes to become president.

The position of the President of the United States is a sweet honey of power with numerous vested interests at stake.

The path to get there is never a smooth one, and it can never be walked alone.

"It wasn't easy."

"Yes, there is a huge wall called Hillary. But there are still four years. Barack Obama, you will be the next president."

A strange smile appeared on Obama's face at my firm words.

"I felt it last time, but Charlie seems to trust me more than I trust myself."

"I have a good eye for people."

I responded with a smile too.

We chatted like that and emptied a bottle of beer.

I took two more bottles out of the ice bucket and offered one to Obama.

This time, he didn't just give me beer, he gave me something else too.

He took out the documents from the briefcase that Director Ma had brought and divided them into three parts and placed them on the table.

Obama accepted the beer and looked back and forth between the stack of papers and me. A look of puzzlement appeared on his face.

"What is this?"

"What do you think you lack right now? What do you need to become president?"

"Umm······."

Obama groaned and pondered. There was silence for a long time.

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It was natural to react like that since it was faster to find something that wasn't lacking.

I broke the silence by smiling and speaking.

"This is a weapon that will fill in what you lack."

I pushed the first bundle of papers toward Obama.

"This is a file containing the corruption of Democratic Party members."

Obama's eyes flickered wildly. He looked back and forth between the papers and me.

He was a smart guy, so he quickly figured out why I was handing him these documents.

This means that we should use this weakness to win over the congressmen who will support us.

I immediately pushed the second document forward.

"This time, here's a list of people who will be helpful to you. If you recruit them in advance, they'll definitely be helpful."

The documents listed the people who would assist him at his side.

And then he pushed the last document forward.

"And this is the key. This document will fill in what you are most lacking."

Although Obama gained national recognition with one speech, he was still little more than a child in Washington.

Obama lifted the third bundle of papers. No, a weapon. And slowly began to read through them.

I waited with a beer while he read the papers.

Obama's mouth opened when there were four empty beer bottles in front of him.

"Is this all true?"

I nodded instead of answering.

Obama drank the flat beer in front of him in one gulp, perhaps because his throat was burning.

I pushed a new bottle of beer to Obama.

"How about the weapon I gave you?"

"······If this is true, then what is the meaning of the blood shed by the American soldiers?"

"Well, I don't think that's something I should be talking about."

The documents in Obama's hands contained the dirty truth about the Iraq war.

Obama covered his face with both hands. Soon a small voice leaked out from beyond his palms.

"Oh God, please don't forgive us······."

It was a sad prayer, and at the same time a heartbreaking apology to the countless soldiers who fell in the Iraq war.

Some disparaged him as an idealist, while others praised him as a leader who would lead America.

But this was Obama's true nature.

A person who loves America more than anyone else and cares for people more than anyone else.

"You can't use that weapon right now, because there's no evidence. But I think you can find evidence quickly."

I presented to him the facts I had known in my past life.

It's just a conspiracy theory because there's no evidence yet, but I know it's true.

And Obama knows it too, because he was the one who discovered the truth.

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Obama still hasn't taken his hands off his face.

Perhaps it is because he has a strong desire to hide his expression.

"The truth is weak and easily lost. So let's start with what we can do. Starting with the leak of confidential information that the special prosecutor is currently investigating."

They had to start by rolling Obama into the mud while he was still young.

Because the pure white and noble crane was an object of reverence.

"First, insist on holding a hearing on the Flame case. Then, meet Mrs. Flame and convince her directly."

I could have stepped forward, but I wanted him to make the move himself.

"Let's use that hearing to make Obama's name known in Washington. Let everyone know, 'This is the kind of politician I am. This is the kind of person I am.'"

This work was absolutely necessary in order to walk the path to the presidency, no matter how dirty it was.

"And then when you become president, you put everything back in place."

What I'm giving him now is a pretext.

What he lacked most was not fame or money, but a firm will.

I don't know why Barack Obama in his past life dreamed of becoming president.

What may have led him to that place?

But this life is different. In this life, I will create his will.

"The road to becoming president will be very dirty and difficult. But it must be taken."

I added one last word.

"I will use all my strength to pave the way for you, so go."

I'm done talking.

From now on, the choice was entirely Obama's.

After a long silence, Obama lowered his hand from his face.

His revealed eyes were shining brightly.

"I know about the Flame couple incident. What I have to do is help them."

Now he won't hesitate.

"you're right."

"I think this will help you too."

"What are you hiding? It's for my own good too."

Obama met my eyes. His eyes were filled with determination.

"Now I know what I must do. And I know why I must become president."

I smiled and nodded at his spirited words.

"You need to convince Flame to leave the CIA yourself. And give her a reason to move."

"Yes, I should. I should do it myself."

We drank beer and talked until late at night.

Obama's first steps toward the presidency began here.

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