Chapter 159
Chapter 159
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 159
Chapter Title: Chaebol? Whatever, I'll Give That a Shot Too.
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Chaebol? Whatever, I'll give that a shot too.
>Rustle, rustle.
The soft whisper of the finest silk fabric draping over my body echoed quietly through the vast dressing room of the mansion.
Dozens of luxury watches displayed like museum artifacts in glass cases, hundreds of pairs of shoes waiting only for their master's footsteps.
I stood before the full-length mirror in the center of the room, all of it as my backdrop.
In the mirror stood a single male specimen.
A flashy suit woven with subtle gold-thread paisley patterns that gleamed under the lights.
On my wrist, a rose-gold watch encrusted with diamonds so densely it bordered on vulgar, easily worth the price of a house.
Gazing at my reflection, a deep sense of satisfaction washed over me.
Anyone could see it: the perfect picture of a tacky nouveau riche punk.
The kind of dumbass idiot who hit the lottery somewhere and had no clue how to spend his uncontrollable pile of cash.
Cheon Heyeon.
The perfect look for that blue-blooded aristocrat bitch to despise and look down on most.
Slurp, smack...
And the crowning touch that completed this flawless portrait.
My gaze drifted downward in the mirror.
Kneeling at my feet like an expensive accessory was Celestia's leader, Sia, diligently sucking my cock.
An idol who'd tossed aside her pride as the group's leader and center for the sweet bait of debuting.
'Could anyone perfect this image better than a freshly debuted idol turned cock-warmer for a nouveau riche punk?'
The glittering stage outfit she'd worn just moments ago on stage, sparkling with sequins, only made her actions seem even more lewd and surreal.
Perfect.
Tonight, I was going all in. For real.
As a total piece-of-shit nouveau riche asshole, standing before Cheon Heyeon.
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The night of the VVIP Charity Auction 'Night of Stars'.
I entered the party hall alone, fully kitted out as the perfectly prepared 'piece-of-shit nouveau riche punk'.
My appointed stage.
The Grand Ballroom of Seoul's six-star hotel brimmed with Korea's top elites.
Amid their pretentious hypocrisy and subtly extravagant jewels, my gold paisley suit and diamond-studded watch stood out brazenly.
All eyes locked onto me.
'Who the hell is that rootless punk?'
Gazes mixed with contempt and curiosity, as if demanding answers.
I soaked in every one, striding to the central table like it was my master bedroom and plopping down arrogantly.
Before long, the queen of the party approached me.
Tonight's star, Executive Director Cheon Heyeon of Taesung Pharmaceuticals.
She approached my table wearing a flawless mask of a smile, bowing gracefully.
"Hello. You're Blue Sky CEO Kim Cheolsu, right? It's an honor to finally meet the man I've only heard about."
Her eyes.
Her mouth smiled, but they flashed a warning: 'Physiologically repulsive'.
Like a Joseon-era noblewoman eyeing a butcher slaughtering cattle in the yard. At that look, I smirked inwardly.
"Ah, well... I've got nowhere to spend my money lately. Got bored, y'know?"
I blabbered arrogantly as hell, then grabbed Sia's side and yanked her against me with a squeeze.
At my blatant move, clear disgust flickered in her eyes, but her lips still curved in that business smile.
A perfect poker face.
As expected of a chaebol heiress.
She glanced back and forth between Sia beside me and myself, her smile unwavering as she asked,
"If it's not too much trouble, may I join you?"
That determination to claim the seat beside me, even while despising me.
I could see right through it, and it nearly made me laugh.
I paused before answering.
Then, blatantly ogling her tits visible through her dress, I replied,
"Heh heh heh. Of course, have a seat."
At my stare and crude laugh, her shoulders stiffened ever so slightly.
But she didn't back down, elegantly taking the chair beside me.
As she did, the deep side-slit of her dress parted, revealing her smooth thigh precariously.
I ogled that thigh openly while slowly stroking Sia's slender one beside me.
'This bitch or that one. In the end, under my cock, they're just the same females.'
She'd clearly seen my insulting gaze and actions but pretended not to notice.
With her fake business eyes, she asked again,
"Anything in particular you're eyeing tonight?"
"Dunno..."
I kneaded Sia's thigh harder, replying with the dumbest, most thoughtless expression possible.
"Just came to blow some cash without thinking. Whatever looks good, I'll take it all."
At my idiotic, brainless answer, a faint but sharp contempt ghosted across her business smile. I didn't miss it.
Her eyes screamed, 'This is why rootless nouveau riche are no good.'
People have this misconception.
That chaebols can spend money like water.
It's half-true, half-wrong.
The assets of her Taesung empire ran into tens of trillions of won.
Monstrous compared to mine.
But most of that vast wealth was tied up in circular ownership stocks controlling the group and prime Seoul real estate.
Korea's unique conglomerate management style.
Their power lay in dominating the group via 'stocks'.
Their assets towered like distant Namsan Mountain...
But mountains don't move easily.
Can't just sell them off or cash them in on a whim. Preserved wealth, stuffed and mounted.
Me? Blue Sky's assets: 450 billion won.
Not paper valuation.
Post-nut clarity cash—real bullets I could dump entirely tonight if I wanted. Perfect liquidity.
In capitalist society, how much cash do I gotta flash before this bitch spreads her legs...
Amid those pleasant thoughts,
The lights dimmed, and the auctioneer took the stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the VVIP Charity Auction 'Night of Stars'! Let's unveil the first item!"
Time for the real game.
"Now, the first item up for bid!"
With the auctioneer's booming voice, spotlights flooded the stage.
First lot: an unreleased sculpture by a famous artist.
Starting bid: 500 million won.
After some posturing, Cheon Heyeon elegantly nodded into the bidding.
700 million.
The moment I saw her join, I swirled my wine glass lazily and raised my hand.
"1.5 billion."
The room buzzed at my call.
Three times the start, over twice the previous bid.
Not normal bidding.
Her eyebrow twitched, but she clamped her mouth shut.
And so began that night's insane spending spree.
Next: an 18th-century French royal jewelry necklace.
She bid 1.2 billion.
I immediately shouted,
"2.5 billion."
Another lot: a rare vintage wine set.
The instant she showed interest, I called five times the start, shutting everyone out.
Even chaebols don't burn hundreds of billions in cash at a single auction evening.
No, they can't.
Their money's chained to that massive mountain of stocks and real estate.
But I was different.
Tonight, to shatter this elegant noble bitch's pride, I gleefully became the 'God of Shopping'.
My indiscriminate snatching of everything she eyed continued relentlessly.
By the end, my spend at the auction that night: exactly 32.7 billion won.
The 'God of Impulse Buying' had descended.
Post-auction, I flashed a victor's grin at Cheon Heyeon, whose face had frozen solid.
"Blue Sky's cash mobilization is impressive... Not an exaggeration after all."
Thorns bristled in her voice.
"Eh, born with a knack for making money."
I shrugged, answering as obnoxiously as possible.
She scoffed and struck at the core.
"14.5% monthly growth, not yearly. Hardly worth calling a 'talent', is it?"
I drained my wine in one go, slamming the glass down.
"Eh, modest stuff. Why? Wanna entrust some cash to my firm? For an exec like you, I could run it through my Xerox for ya."
"I thought Blue Sky didn't take outside investments?"
"Well, yeah... but exceptions for bitches who look delicious as fuck."
'Suck my dick, and I'll manage your money.' She'd get the implication.
An icy glare pierced me.
"I hear you have a wife and kids. Wonder what she'd say about you acting like this?"
I cackled out loud.
"What? She'd probably buy me some heavy-duty antibiotics—just in case I don't catch anything."
Her perfect poker face cracked for the first time at my off-the-wall reply.
I didn't miss the opening, driving in the final nail.
"Anyway, fun meeting you tonight. Catch you later. Oh, and."
I stepped close, murmuring right in her face.
"Don't hover around another guy's wife. She's due to give birth soon, so I might get a little sensitive."
"……..."
Her eyes froze solid.
Savoring her expression, I turned and left the party without a backward glance.
In that brief walk through the hotel lobby, I called Choi Yang.
[Yes, sir.]
"Yeah. Start the full media blitz on Taesung. Special bonus every 1% the stock drops. Deal?"
[Yes, sir. Starting now.]
"Oh, and book a suite nearby. Get all of Celestia there in 30 minutes."
[Got it.]
I hung up, then grabbed Sia's ass—hooked on my arm, walking quietly beside me—and squeezed hard, laughing.
"You douched?"
Her shoulders quivered faintly at my low question.
"……Yes."
I nodded in satisfaction.
Chaebol? Whatever, I'll give that a shot too.