Chapter 99
Chapter 99
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 99
Chapter Title: Liver and Gallbladder
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Gallbladder and bile.
A few errands done, I was heading back to the office.
On the road to Paju, a satisfied smile had crept onto my face without me even realizing it as I gripped the steering wheel.
The early winter scenery flashing by outside the window felt exceptionally refreshing.
The afternoon sunlight filtering through the bare branches wrapped around the car window, warm as if mirroring my mood.
Today's schedule at Shilla Biotec had gone off without a hitch—perfectly.
Dr. Kim Seolgi had melted completely at my one "boyfriend mode" play, and the operation to oust President Choi Sin-su was proceeding smoothly.
On days when everything goes according to plan, it feels like the whole world is on my side.
Ding-
Just then, a message popped up on my smartphone in the passenger seat.
Stopped at a signal, I checked the screen. Sender: "Dr. Kim Seolgi."
[President, the weather's so nice today. Have a great day. ^^]
"Puhahaha!"
I couldn't hold back the burst of laughter.
Would sluts like Yura or Chaewon have reacted this innocently?
The woman who was usually so cold and rational was now texting me like an excited schoolgirl after just one hot night...
It was kinda cute, in a sneaky way.
In that state, one word from me and she'd probably hand over not just her 8% stake, but her liver and gallbladder too.
President Choi Sin-su didn't even need mentioning.
Thinking back to Soojin's report from last night made me laugh again.
That old stubborn bastard, whose failed idol label didn't do him justice, had completely fallen for the charms of a young, beautiful "cousin older sister."
Clinging to meet her personally over the weekend...
"Making money is fucking easy..."
The light changed, and I hit the accelerator again.
The Shilla Biotec deal was rolling along exactly as planned.
With the first legend cruising, it was time to kick off the second.
Twenty minutes later, I parked in the company lot and took the elevator up.
Passing the hallway, I opened the door to the president's office. The familiar sight unfolded.
Han Yura sat at the wide desk, peering at her laptop screen as she reviewed financial documents.
Her signature furrowed brow when focused looked sharp yet somehow fragile.
The afternoon sun streamed through the window, softly illuminating her profile.
"Hey, Yura."
At my call, she slowly lifted her head.
Her eyes behind her glasses turned toward me.
"How's that game company thing going? Any answer yet?"
I couldn't handle everything alone.
We needed "results" to show externally, and all sorts of issues to resolve.
The game company seemed like something Yura could manage easily, so I'd handed it off...
But Yura's expression wasn't good.
She looked like a headache had cropped up, lips pressed tight.
"Hey, how long has it been since I gave you this? Still messing around?"
"........."
"Don't just glare. What's the problem?"
"Share ratio. These fuckers must've sold their consciences—who knows where—for 10 billion investment, they're stubbornly refusing more than 10%."
...Crazy bastards?
I pictured the three from the game company.
They seemed like pure developer types.
Tall and skinny, eyes sparkling at the mention of games—innocent guys like that.
And now they were turning into negotiation pros over 10 billion?
"They didn't seem like greedy money-grubbers."
Yura slammed her pen down in irritation.
The dry sound echoed in the quiet office.
"Yeah, well, seems they got advice from somewhere. At first they were all 'thank you for investing,' now suddenly it's 'creator's rights' and 'IP protection' bullshit."
"Hm, not a tough problem. Why stress?"
Yura's eyebrow shot up.
Her gaze chilled as she looked at me.
"You say it like it's fucking easy. If it's so simple, you do it."
I leaned back in my chair, chuckling leisurely.
"Dumb bitch, if I was gonna do everything myself, why'd I keep you around? I told you last time—your tight pussy's not reason enough."
A murderous glare fixed on me.
Yura gripped her pen, staring daggers, but I coolly ignored it and continued.
"Snap out of it, slut. You can't just sit here pondering 'what to do?' If I get sick of you, what then? Live off the money so far? Nah."
Yura let out a deep sigh.
She was pissed, but knew I was right.
"Hoo... fuck... So what?"
"No holding back. Are we in a position to care?"
Then Yura's face changed abruptly.
Like an unpleasant memory surfaced, she scowled and shot me a look.
"What? The psycho who broke mentally after that Helios coin scam caused a suicide is talking easy?"
Ah, bringing that up again...
I paused, then slowly opened my mouth.
The birdsong from outside amplified the heavy silence.
"Hey, I've been thinking."
"About what?"
"Even a bastard like me thrashes around to survive somehow. A guy suicides over losing a few million in tuition? That's on him, right?"
Yura shut her mouth, speechless.
My words were too cold; she seemed thrown.
"You and me, we're success-obsessed freaks. Besides 'money,' what do we have?"
I glanced out the window, then back at Yura.
"Even congressmen shamelessly deny shit like 'when did I?' with straight faces. Us poor bastards gotta claw like hell, no?"
"Haa, fuck... So. Offer my pussy and stir shit up?"
Yura asked in a irritated tone.
Resigned expression, but still full of complaints.
"Nope, your pussy's mine. Off-limits."
I shook my head firmly.
"StarMaker Enter has a slut. Use her."
Yura's eyes flashed. She got it instantly.
"Ah, the one Soojin mentioned?"
"Nah, she's tied up with President Choi. The blonde with big tits."
I pointed at Yura's chest.
Recalling the gold-haired woman from StarMaker.
Tall, great figure—definitely the type to draw men's eyes.
"...But will it work?"
Yura asked skeptically.
"Hey, nothing turns blood brothers into enemies faster than mixing in a woman."
I replied confidently.
I'd seen it in the army, at school.
Army was especially ridiculous.
Guys patting backs over shared hometown, then becoming mortal enemies over one girl met on leave.
Thinking back, pure comedy.
Guys sharing smokes, snacks from PX—suddenly "You knew, didn't you?" "You fucker!" grabbing collars in the barracks.
Both dumped by her, avoided each other till discharge.
Same in school.
High school best duo split over liking the same girl.
Sharing lunches, bathroom trips... later just badmouthing.
Tight friendship?
With guys, that shit shatters instantly before prime pussy....
Ah, but...
"Wait, if they totally break, no game gets made. Pointless."
I gathered my thoughts and spoke again.
"Who's the leader? Or weakest to women. Win that one solidly to our side."
Yura nodded, understanding.
"...Anyway, seduce one, make him ours. Then?"
"He convinces the other two. Internally: 'Hey, this deal's good, right?' Looks like we conceded, but goes our way."
I trailed off meaningfully.
Keep the team, but seize internal power balance.
"Idiot? Reality check—you cool with that? Game hits big, we get 10% crumbs on 10 billion? We charity?"
Yura pointed out sharply. Clear irritation in her voice.
"Even if it blows up, we take tiny cut, they 90% and live large. Makes sense?"
I faltered.
She was right.
Focused on "story," missed core profit structure.
"No, that's not—"
"No buts. Wake up. We invest 10 billion, craft success story—who profits? Those devs. We get scraps?"
Yura slammed her pen again, continuing.
"Better start something else. Or buy a obedient game company."
I'd been lost in "investment genius" title, missing business basics.
"Mm, fuck... Yeah, shitty situation."
I scratched my head, admitting. Yura was 100% right.
"Exactly!! So? Drop it? I say drop."
Yura crossed arms, eyeing me. Face said decision made.
Hmm...
For now, per Yura, I was dumbass Kim Cheolsu without Post-Nut Clarity.
For sound judgment...
"Hey, Yura."
"..............."
Knowing exactly what I meant, Yura rolled her eyes and headed to the "business" room first instead of answering.
Her swaying hips looked especially provocative somehow.
"...Auto-door?"
"Cut the shit and hurry up."
I followed Yura to the business room.
Right now, I needed clear judgment, and Post-Nut Clarity was key.
The Bluesky Games issue was more complex than thought.
Not solvable by "story" alone—a real business call.