Chapter 143
Chapter 143
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 143
Chapter Title: Han Yura Maker
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Han Yura Maker.
The heavy door of the president's office slammed shut.
Only then did Han Yura let out a short breath.
Without hesitation, she headed straight for the elevator.
She descended to the parking lot.
Parked in front of her was a sleek foreign luxury car, black as a panther.
It was the car Kim Cheolsu had gifted her.
Along with her new title of vice president, it had become her new set of wheels.
She slid into the driver's seat and turned the ignition.
The low rumble of the engine vibrated pleasantly through her chest.
She sank deep into the leather seat and closed her eyes for a moment.
Tattooed vulgarly on the inside of her thigh was her mark of ownership.
It wasn't humiliation.
It was proof that she belonged to him.
And at the same time, proof that she was the number two in this vast empire.
Han Yura opened her eyes and stared straight ahead.
There were no shadows of her past in her gaze anymore.
Only a cold ambition for success burned there.
She pressed down on the accelerator.
The luxury car glided smoothly out of the parking lot.
Her first stop was Star Maker Entertainment.
Han Yura entered the conference room.
Inside, three idol trainees were waiting for her.
They were the ones who had seduced the nerd trio, shareholders of Blue Sky Games.
And the top contributors who had emptied their wallets and forced them to sell their shares.
Han Yura tossed three luxury shopping bags onto the table like they were nothing.
"Good work."
The trainees' eyes sparkled with greed. Han Yura asked coldly,
"So, what have those goody-two-shoes been up to lately?"
"We heard they're drinking every day. Beating their chests in regret over spending money on us... They're so pissed about selling their shares for peanuts that they can't even sleep."
"I see."
Han Yura didn't hide her satisfaction.
She paused for a moment before delivering the next piece of news.
"Oh, and this is from the president. You're a debut group now. Producers, composers, choreographers—he said money's no object, assign the best."
"Thank you! Vice President! Thank you so much!"
The trainees hugged each other, tears streaming down their faces in joy.
Han Yura watched impassively before dousing them like ice water.
"When was the last time you had sex?"
The air in the room froze. The trainees glanced at each other nervously.
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When Han Yura asked again, they reluctantly answered.
"Me... two days ago."
"A week for me."
"Yesterday... for me."
"Really? Then... clear your schedules about two weeks from now. Come to the Paju headquarters."
"......Why?"
Han Yura gave a faint smile at the trainee's fearful question.
"Why do you think?"
"......"
"Oh, and get waxed properly. No one-night stands at clubs or sex with boyfriends. The president likes sluts, but he doesn't care for pussies with traces of other men. Come clean. You get what I mean?"
"......Yes."
"Anyway, good work. And congrats on debuting."
With that, Han Yura left the conference room and walked down the hallway.
Click-clack.
Her high heels echoed through the corridor.
Her gaze drifted to the practice room beside the hall, its full-length glass windows.
Inside, other sweat-soaked trainees were taking a break from choreography practice.
Fresh-faced girls, barely twenty.
They spotted Han Yura passing by and stopped talking.
Had they overheard the conversation?
Raw 'desire' bloomed openly on their faces.
Jealousy toward success, and a dangerous resolve to do anything for it.
Han Yura glanced at them briefly with emotionless eyes before looking away.
Then she left Star Maker Entertainment.
She had just planted another seed.
....
..
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Han Yura's black sedan pulled up in front of the Blue Sky Games headquarters in Pangyo.
She stepped out and looked up at the building she had bought with her own money.
Or more precisely, her 'master's' money.
This place was the perfect fish farm she had designed.
She was fattening up the game fish by pouring in 10 billion won of fresh water.
At the same time, she was baiting the fishermen (the nerd trio) who needed to raise them with other lures (women), making them sell their own boats (shares).
Han Yura entered the conference room.
The nerd trio looked even more haggard than a few days ago, waiting for her.
Their eyes were filled with hostility.
Open antagonism and wariness.
And beneath it, a hint of undeniable fear.
Han Yura ignored their stares and set her bag down at the head of the table.
Instead of sitting, she stood and looked down at them. A heavy silence fell.
Han Yura let out a small sigh, as if their childish power play was ridiculous.
Then, in a voice cold as ice, she broke the silence.
"You called this meeting, so why are you just glaring at me? I'm a busy woman."
"Hoo... We don't want a 'partner'."
Han Yura's eyebrow twitched faintly.
She sighed in disbelief.
"Haah, I don't want to partner up either. Happy?"
'Partner? Pfft... Ants dreaming of being workers?' She sneered inwardly and waited for their next words.
"We want to buy back the shares we sold to you, Vice President."
"What? Fine. If the price is right, sure."
The CEO's face lit up at her intrigued response.
"The three of us will give you 10% more than what we got from selling the shares to you."
"Hmm, took out a bank loan? Or private loans? Those are scary sums."
"That's not for you to worry about, Vice President. 10%—deal?"
Han Yura stared at him silently for a moment at his confident tone.
Then, quietly but loud enough for all to hear, she said,
"......Are you idiots?"
"......What?"
The CEO's face flushed red with anger.
Instead of answering, Yura gestured around the room with her eyes.
"Your staff? Barely... these three here. A company rotting away in a Guro office. Now with over 50 employees, moved to a prime spot like this... and you offer a measly 10%?"
"The office is leased. Not an asset."
The nerd CEO shot back smugly, thinking he'd made a sharp point.
Han Yura let out a scoffing laugh.
A merciless smile of disdain.
"Yeah, we're leasing you this big building for a sweet 100,000 won a month."
"......"
"But kids, a private company's value isn't set by what's on paper, right?"
Han Yura continued like a teacher lecturing pathetic students.
"Developers coding all night in a decaying Guro hole versus over 50 staff working in a sleek Pangyo office. To outside investors, which looks more valuable? Which would they want to fund?"
The nerd trio's faces turned ashen.
She leaned back in her chair now, continuing leisurely.
"What, regretting it now? Want a formal notice? The contract's clear: game completion and publishing rights in exchange for 10 billion investment. Right?"
"......"
"I really don't get why you're acting up. We're basically angel investors. Hired staff for you. Moved your office. Guaranteed dev freedom. What's the problem?"
Her smile was gentle, but her eyes weren't laughing at all.
She genuinely couldn't understand them.
Walking toward self-destruction on the red carpet she'd laid out for them.
Those foolish, insect-like fools.
Then the CEO, trying to salvage his last shred of pride, spoke in a trembling voice.
"Games... aren't just a way to make money."
"Ha?!"
Han Yura burst out laughing in utter disbelief.
It was less a laugh and more a sound of contempt.
Short and sharp, it shattered the man's final pride.
'Not a way to make money?'
These naive bastards.
She had sold her soul and body to make money.
And here they were preaching ideals over some game.
After laughing for a while, Han Yura wiped a tear from her eye and said,
"So you sold your sacred game—your shares—to blow money between women's legs?"
".........."
The last color drained from the nerd trio's faces.
They hung their heads, speechless.
Han Yura slowly circled the table as she continued.
Her voice was now more cold instruction than anger.
"Did I put liquidation preference in your contract? Poison pill where we take multiples of our investment first if the company tanks?"
"......"
"Anti-dilution clause? Magic where my stake auto-increases if you take cheaper funding later?"
"......"
"What about drag-along rights? If I want to sell the company, you have to sell your shares too, regardless?"
She lightly lifted the CEO's chin with her finger, forcing eye contact.
"I didn't do any of that. Know why?"
"......"
"Our president showed goodwill just because your company name matches ours. Don't take it for granted. This is a warning."
Han Yura released his chin.
Now the air in the room was completely under her control.
"Did I beg you to sell me shares? No?"
She leaned against the desk as she went on.
"Wanted a nice car, sold 5%. Bought girls bags, another 1%. You sold bit by bit. You came to us needing cash first."
The nerd trio bowed their heads even lower at her words.
She decided to crush their last illusions.
"You know your company's value is basically zero without our investment?"
"......"
"From our side, it's charity. Got it?"
Her final words were a merciless death sentence.
The nerd trio could no longer argue or resist.
They simply accepted the brutal consequences of their foolishness.
Han Yura picked up her bag from the table.
She spoke indifferently, as if she'd lost all interest.
"Whatever, from my view this is pointless bullshit, but our president likes you guys..."
She shrugged.
"We'll keep investing so you can stay afloat. Oh, and if you want to sell more shares, anytime."
Finally, she added the decisive blow.
"You're not the type for bank loans... Private lenders, right? Interest on that's no joke, huh?"
At that moment, terror drained the color from the nerd trio's faces.
Han Yura confirmed their expressions and turned away satisfied.
There was no more business here.
Even as she left the conference room, the three men sat frozen in place.
Han Yura got into her car after exiting the Blue Sky Games building.
She leaned on the steering wheel for a moment, replaying what had just happened.
Blue Sky Games was practice.
Lots of mistakes, impulsive moves.
This experience would surely help with the next acquisition and growth.
Han Yura had never intended to let it falter from the start.
She'd fix it somehow and get proper results.
That was her way.
With steely eyes, Han Yura started the car.
Then she headed to the gaming forum where she had an appointment.
She entered one of the seminar rooms.
Waiting there were a gaming specialist reporter and a famous nutuber she'd contacted in advance.
Han Yura sat before them and elegantly crossed her legs.
A business smile played on her lips.
"Sorry I'm late. Shall we get started?"
She was now launching another war, under the name of 'entertaining'.