A Woman's Enemy Is a Woman

Lately, the community had been buzzing.

.

.

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One topic had seized everyone's attention.

A fight had broken out among the stock YouTubers.

At this point it had to be deliberate, right? lol

It was the kind of thing that could happen.

Market outlooks split even among the experts. How much more among amateur YouTubers? Plenty of them spouted pure nonsense on a regular basis.

Holy shit she's gorgeous? lmaooooooo

The perspective was different from the start. She wasn't just any YouTuber—she was a female YouTuber. That carried a lot of weight. The stock world was, after all, a heavily male-dominated space.

She'd even been on the news. Those massive tits were unforgettable.

She had a quiet little fandom of her own. When those two YouTubers started fighting, the fire spread straight into the communities. Who was in the wrong. Who had justice on their side. To investors, none of that mattered.

Yeah. Those are the kinds of bastards they are.

Their only real interest was the stock price. You could drop every curse in the book and still get forgiven the second you recommended one good stock. That was the world of equities. Angie understood that psychology perfectly. That was why she had boldly chosen the court of public opinion.

And it was working. Her own fans were flooding Sora's YouTube with hate comments. Click, clack!

Angie herself was right there with them. She had figured a few mental attacks like this would make the girl collapse.

This bitch is surprisingly stubborn.

Sora kept leaving rebuttal comments, every single one perfectly spaced, not a single typo out of place. It was infuriating. The complete opposite of Angie herself. The unpolished look, the smart head—none of it sat right with her.

Textbook goody-two-shoes type. And proud as hell.

She absolutely had to crush her underfoot. People like that fell even harder when they finally broke.

Ping!

A KakaoTalk message arrived for Angie, who had been hunting for any weakness she could exploit against that iron pride.

Jealous of what, you simp bastard. What now?

He was one of the hardcore fans. She never said it outright to the regular viewers, but she had made it clear to a select few of the diehards. They were climbing the walls wanting to help her. No reason not to use voluntary slaves.

Interesting news. She had already been thinking she needed to land one decisive blow.

Osung Heavy Industries?

Sora's new video was about shipbuilding stocks. Not a sector Angie knew well.

A lot of the hardcores were actually decent at stocks. That was why they rained superchats so freely.

What Soochan oppa says is usually right.

Of course Angie knew even the oppas she thought were good still got it wrong sometimes. There was no such thing as 100 percent in stocks. She wasn't that much of a beginner.

She had enough judgment for that much. Big conglomerate stocks, bought when they were beaten down, mostly came back as winners.

Ohhh!

One of those names. Any stock with "Osung" attached to it. Definitely more trustworthy than the rest.

Even that Osung affiliate looked shaky as hell. It really seemed to have come right up to the edge of collapse.

"Whoa, shipbuilders have been rough lately."

"It's fine! It's Osung!"

You bought stocks in fear. And she had an ironclad reason she would never lose money.

There's no way Osung goes under, right?

If anything the recent price had fallen too far. The rebound could be just as explosive. And if it moonshot?

That hateful bitch's face and her mental state would both get crumpled together.

That was the play. She couldn't think of anything that would hit a proud little goody-two-shoes harder.

This fucking bitch for real.

Sora was aware of it too. Everything that had been happening lately was far past coincidence. She had been deliberately looking the other way. Now it had reached a critical mass she could no longer ignore.

You want to go, is that it? You fucking bitch.

And it was a fight worth having. She had never once half-assed her research when analyzing a stock. The certainty that she was not wrong. In a market where you couldn't see an inch ahead, you needed even more confidence.

Gulp.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't nervous. Before every upload she reviewed the material several times. What if it went the other way? What if the move was massive? She would have no defense against the hate.

Yeah. This is something I have to go through eventually.

That pressure. She had wanted to feel it once. An expert had to take responsibility for their words. Becoming an expert was Sora's dream. Just shouting on YouTube was no longer enough.

…Still, just in case.

There was something she wanted to check.

Thwack!

Golf. The classic sport of high society.

These days even the MZ generation is going crazy for it.

Young, right? Total MZ energy? Some dancer might have said that. But this was completely different. Golf ran on an entirely different wavelength from ordinary sports.

"Ohhh! Nice shot, Chairman!"

"Your swing's on fire today."

"If you keep this up you might even birdie!"

The way to play it well…

A golf course in Yeoju, Gyeonggi Province. I had come out to play a round with Chairman Kang Mu-yeol.

At best this is looking like a par.

It was a perfect sport for building rapport among older men. An invitation meant he had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that intention. Thwack! In other words, it all depended on how I handled myself.

After the Chairman, Director Jeong Young-jin took his swing.

"Aigoo~! Overshot it."

"Aren't you going a little easy on him?"

"Come on~! Would I ever? I play every weekend because I actually want to get better!"

The ball sailed far from the hole. Anyone could see it had been a bad shot.

You can't do it like that.

Golf was an entertainment sport. It wasn't League of Legends where you racked up solo kills in lane and called yourself good. Next was my turn. I took the club. Aimed carefully at the hole and swung.

Thwack!

Anyone could see it had been a clean hit. Every eye followed the ball soaring high into the sky.

"Ah!"

"You should've aimed a little more to the side! Chan-wook doesn't know how to play golf."

"Was there wind? Looked like a good line."

"Wind my ass!"

Where it landed. Not far from the hole at all. Close enough that if it had rolled just a bit more it would have been right under your nose.

And yet still a tough lie.

Down a sloping hill. From there, wasting one or two extra swings wouldn't look strange at all.

Tok!

Roll…

Par. Chairman Kang Mu-yeol's victory, the ball dropping into the hole on the fourth swing, brought the hole to a close.

If I'd wanted to, an eagle was possible.

I could have put it in on two swings. My real skill was more than enough. I had used it for a different purpose. I had deliberately dropped the ball in a bad spot.

"Chan-wook needs to take a lot more golf lessons."

"Right?"

"He's got the feel for it, though! He's got the feel!"

"Young blood, so the power's there~ He just can't control it yet."

"Haha…"

Golf wasn't a sport where it mattered whether you were Challenger or Master. Being good at golf meant…

How close you come to losing without actually winning.

You had to make that performance look natural. The real key was how much fun you gave the people you were playing with.

Thwack!

The primitive ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠joy of winning a game. No one hated a tense, non-boring contest.

That's why it's an easy sport to do it in.

That was why golf was called an entertainment sport. I was carrying out that purpose faithfully.

Ping!

Connections. Once the first button was fastened properly, the rest was only a matter of time. Centered on Chairman Kang Mu-yeol, I was expanding my influence inside Korea.

"Chairman."

"If you're about to ask me for the secret of golf, I'm in trouble~!"

"It's not that… There's something I'd like to ask of you for a moment."

"Hm?"

It looked like I would need to put him to a little use.