The Youngest Son of Sunyang

As soon as he got into the car, Oh Se-hyun opened the notebook.

"That damn scumbag. It's a real shame, isn't it? Shedding tears and all. He's got some nerve."

Tears had left stains all over the notebook.

Thinking about how the money he had scraped together so relentlessly was disappearing like this, he must have felt unjust and frustrated, shedding tears in place of blood.

"How much is it all?"

"I'd say it's roughly 80 billion."

"Then let's grab half of it, at least 150 billion."

"I'm thinking at least 200 billion. 80 billion should be the money he collected since last year... He's probably been embezzling all his life, don't you think?"

Big thieves, small thieves.

The only difference is in size; the world is full of thieves.

"We have to find it all..."

I encouraged Oh Sehyun, who seemed unsure.

"We must find it. We can find it. We just need to make that scumbag realize that he needs to turn the rest of his life into money."

Squeezing out money from someone by exploiting their weaknesses is something I've seen more than a few times.

Jin Yeong-gi did it, and Jin Young-joon did it too. Of course, they both learned these tactics from Chairman Jin Yang-cheol.

"First, let's secure the stocks."

"Darn it, thinking that a trash like him will enjoy his retirement with the money from selling stocks makes my blood boil."

"It won't happen. We'll ensure that all the proceeds from the stocks go back to the company."

"Is that even possible?" Oh Se-hyun widened his eyes and asked, "Does that mean we'll make him a pauper?"

"That's why you should meet good grandparents, not parents. Thanks to having a grandfather who plays with the law as he pleases, I can talk big like this. Hehe."

Life is quite amusing. It's a world where you can do as you please.

For the haves, the world is a playground, and for the have-nots, it's hell—this saying suddenly rings true.

"Now, let's greet each other. This here is Oh Se-hyun, the CEO of Miracle Investment. And this good-looking guy is my youngest grandson. Any newcomers here?"

They met the people who would be in charge of Dae-ah Construction at a beautiful Korean restaurant with a spacious annex. Since they had already discussed how to introduce me, I could greet them comfortably.

"This kid has a good eye for money. That's why he's learning about investments under CEO Oh. Later on, he'll manage your money, and he'll multiply it several times."

"Oh, he's a prodigy who goes to Seoul National University's law school."

These were truly exceptional subordinates. They knew exactly what kinds of words the superiors liked.

"Yeah. You guys read the newspapers too, huh? Hehe."

"You're such a talented prodigy, good at everything."

After enduring a storm of praise, I could finally pick up my spoon and eat.

"CEO Oh, is everything going smoothly?"

"Yes. The purchase of shares owned by the Kang Mu-sung family just requires stamping the contract. We've agreed to split the payment for the shares."

"Split it?"

"Yes. We decided to pay for the shares in installments, each time recovering the embezzled money from Kang Chairman. We don't know when he might change his mind."

"But why hasn't the contract been stamped yet?"

"We still have some negotiations to do with the main banks. It's unlikely, but if negotiations with the banks fail, Dae-ah Construction will give up."

People murmured when they heard the word "give up," but the grandfather thumped his knee.

"Of course. We're providing everything. How else can we do business? We'll even reduce the debt and get interest exemptions. Isn't that how we'll revive a collapsing company?"

Our grandfather always gets it in one shot, understanding the big picture.

"Now, Dae-ah Construction's acquisition is not a variable; it's confirmed. That's why I called you here. Oh Representative, explain it."

Oh Se-hyun took out a bound file and distributed it to the people who would be part of Dae-ah Construction's management.

"This will be the first project for the new Dae-ah Construction."

The file he distributed was none other than the DMC project.

"Listen carefully and prepare thoroughly. It will be a major project. And Do-Jun, come see me."

I followed my grandfather as we left the guest room.

The area around the guest room was adorned with a small garden, and my grandfather and I strolled through it slowly.

"That Kang Chairman, will he willingly return the embezzled assets?"

"He voluntarily confessed to 80 billion. Right now, the audit team and Yeouido accountants are meticulously examining the past ten years with the help of prosecutors and Dae-ah Construction employees. More is likely to surface."

"Do you think he'll give the money when he hands over the shares? It must be a substantial amount."

"In any case, the embezzlement is out in the open. I plan to attribute the share payment to the company as a condition to avoid a prison sentence."

"Hehe. Kang Chairman, he'll get what's coming to him."

"I simply can't forgive him."

"What could have made our Do-Jun so angry?" My grandfather said with a smile.

"If he had at least paid the delayed salaries to the employees, they could have managed to survive. Over two thousand employees have been waiting for more than three months without a single paycheck. Nowadays, bank loans are blocked, so many of them have resorted to loan sharks just to cover their living expenses. Kang Mu-sung, the chairman, should experience the despair they're feeling."

My grandfather stopped his slow stride. "Ah, I see. You couldn't possibly understand the minds of salary earners."

Well, I used to be a salary earner too. I knew what it was like when your paycheck barely lasts a month, and your family plunges into a pit of debt if it's delayed by just a month.

But words I didn't expect came out of my mouth. "I can't forget the grim expressions of the employees when I first went to Dae-ah Construction."

My grandfather looked at me in silence for a while before patting my back. "Right. Don't forget that feeling. No matter what happens, you must ensure that your employees have food to eat. There's nothing more heartbreaking than seeing someone go hungry."

Had my grandfather hidden this side of him? Wasn't he known for being ruthless, considering laborers who died on the industrial sites as mere expenses?

I couldn't have imagined that such words would come from him.