Chapter 100
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 100
Chapter Title: The Beginning of Conflict: Jin-seong's Anger
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Finally, the house Kim Jin-seong had been eagerly awaiting was completed.
Just a few days ago, the bustling construction site had been alive with activity, but now it was spotlessly cleaned up. On the vast plot of land stood a grand and luxurious mansion.
Facing the completed house, Jin-seong smiled contentedly as he looked around with satisfaction.
The exterior was in a modern, simple black tone—clean yet upscale. Thanks to Semone Mo House's meticulous styling, the interior was perfectly tailored to his tastes.
The site manager, exchanging final farewells, greeted Jin-seong with a warm smile.
"Thanks to you, the client, this has been truly rewarding work for us. We've gained valuable experience because of it."
Jin-seong bowed lightly in gratitude.
"You've all worked so hard, sir. It's resulted in something I'm completely satisfied with. Please take care of your health, and if there's ever another opportunity, I'll be in touch."
The manager left the site with a pleased smile.
Jin-seong began preparing to settle in comfortably from that day forward.
A few days later, the personnel needed for Jin-seong's new home started arriving.
First, a small building for the security guards was erected in front of the large main gate at the entrance.
This building was entirely made of large glass panels, allowing clear identification of incoming vehicles and visitors.
There were five guards in total, working in shifts around the clock to manage Jin-seong's comings and goings and strictly control outsiders.
Even the way the gate opened and closed conveyed a strong sense of security and stability.
When their shifts ended or they needed a break, they headed to the annex.
The annex was built at an appropriate distance from the main house, designed as a comfortable space for the staff to rest and eat.
Next came a live-in housekeeper in her mid-50s to handle meals, along with two commuting cleaners.
The house was so large that multiple people were needed for cleaning.
They commuted from the annex, each faithfully performing their roles.
The main house was strictly reserved as Jin-seong's private space, ensuring complete protection of his privacy.
Staff were trained not to access the main house outside designated times and duties.
With everything in place, Jin-seong sat comfortably on the spacious living room sofa and surveyed his surroundings.
He felt a deep sense of pride at having his dreamed-of space perfectly realized.
From now on, he planned to enjoy a leisurely daily life here on his own terms.
Park Deok-su sat in the village hall, holding a meeting with the elders.
His face showed strong confidence mixed with a hint of excitement.
"Come on, elders! What's the big deal about asking for a little village development fund? He builds this huge house and doesn't even come say hello to the village—does that make any sense?"
At Park Deok-su's words, the local elders exchanged glances and hesitated.
Seventy-eight-year-old Grandpa Kim Chun-bae spoke up cautiously.
"Deok-su, even so, that guy paved the road for us, right? It's good for the village folks. We already filed complaints during construction, and they said there were no issues..."
Park Deok-su continued frustratingly.
"Ah, is paving a road such a huge deal? With a house like that, it's obvious how much money he has. A little development fund is nothing to him."
The grandpa replied again.
"Still, can we really just demand someone else's money like that? If he's that rich, he might be extra sensitive about it. I worry we'll just stir up trouble for no reason."
Park Deok-su furrowed his brow and said,
"Elders, is this just for my benefit? If the village gets some money, we can fix up this hall, cover transportation to the hospital for you all—how great would that be? When else will we get a chance like this?"
Then, one of the elders nodded in agreement with Park Deok-su.
It was seventy-five-year-old Grandma Park Young-ja.
"Deok-su's got a point. If a rich guy moves in, he should at least show his face, listen to us, and help out a bit."
Emboldened by her support, Park Deok-su pressed on.
"Exactly! I'm doing this thinking of everyone in the village. We're not asking for a handout—just a reasonable development fund, and it'll benefit us all."
With Park Deok-su's aggressive persuasion and support from allies, the mood shifted.
In the end, even Grandpa Kim Chun-bae reluctantly nodded.
"Alright, since Deok-su's thought this through, let's meet him once and talk it over."
As the meeting ended, Park Deok-su nodded in satisfaction.
His mind was already filled with plans: how to bring it up when Jin-seong showed up, how much to demand—everything neatly stacked up.
Jin-seong spent his first night in the new house.
The apartment in Daegu was on monthly rent anyway; he'd already cleared it out and removed the furniture, so there was no reason to go back.
Today, in high spirits, he was heading to his parents' home to introduce them to the new house.
He picked up his parents, whom he hadn't seen in a while, and headed back to the new place. His younger sister and her husband followed in their own car.
His parents noted that the road to the destination was excellent, but it turned distinctly rural once entering the village.
"Jin-seong, isn't it too quiet here? Won't you get bored?"
Jin-seong smiled at their concern.
"I don't go out much anyway. Quiet nights, fresh air—it's great."
They were driving along the village entrance road leading to Jin-seong's house.
Suddenly, a cultivator tractor was parked squarely in the middle of the road.
"Huh? What's that?"
Jin-seong was puzzled; it definitely hadn't been there when he left the village earlier.
'Maybe someone parked it temporarily?'
He figured the owner might have stepped away for a quick errand nearby.
By now, his sister and brother-in-law's car had stopped behind, hazards flashing as they waited.
Jin-seong called back to his parents.
"Looks like a neighbor parked it and went somewhere. Let's wait a bit."
Not wanting to ruin a good day with anger, he decided to wait about 10 minutes.
Jin-seong stepped out with his hazards on and shared a smoke with his brother-in-law, Wan-cheol.
"Bro, there's nothing here but fields and paddies."
Jin-seong replied casually.
"Quiet and nice, right? Clean air's a bonus."
"True, bro."
They chatted about recent events for about 10 minutes, but no sign of the owner.
'If it were a car, there'd be a phone number, but tractors don't have that.'
No contact info, just endless waiting—it was frustrating.
Anger started boiling up.
After 30 minutes, unable to bear it, Jin-seong finally called the police.
Jin-seong, a mix of disappointment and anger churning inside, took his parents and sister’s family to a nearby beef restaurant.
In the car, his parents looked worried.
"Jin-seong, if they're like this from the start, living in the village might be uncomfortable. Blocking the road with a tractor is a bit much, isn't it?"
Jin-seong forced down his anger and smiled.
"It's fine, Mom. Let's enjoy the meal today, and I'll invite you all again another time."
The family kept the conversation light to match his mood, but Jin-seong's rage wouldn't subside easily.
Meanwhile, the local police station, having received the report, dispatched officers to investigate the abandoned cultivator.
Just then, village resident Park Deok-su approached slowly.
"Officers, what's going on?"
The police recognized him and said,
"Whose cultivator is this? You can't block the road like this."
Park Deok-su replied nonchalantly.
"Oh, I parked it here quick for an urgent errand..."
"Leaving it like this is a nuisance. Be more careful next time."
He nodded at the warning, feigning remorse, but sneered inwardly.
Parking the cultivator was a clear warning—a way to remind the outsider who hadn't bothered greeting the village properly of their presence.
After the meal, Jin-seong sent his family home and returned alone to the new house.
On the way in, he saw police clearing the cultivator and pulled over briefly.
The officer recognized his car and approached.
"You're the one who reported it, right? The owner just showed up—it's handled."
Jin-seong nodded curtly.
"Got it. Thanks for your work."
Back home, Jin-seong felt uneasy despite arriving.
He'd wanted good relations from the start, but this reaction from the villagers left him baffled and upset.
Did they really have to do this right in front of his house?
Sitting on the living room sofa, lost in thought, he sighed and muttered to himself.
"This doesn't seem like something I can just let slide quietly."
In that moment, Jin-seong hardened his resolve.
He'd started with good intentions—paving the road for the village, planning to live quietly—but if they acted like this, he couldn't just sit back.