12. Mu-yeol Island +++
While Gomuyeol was enjoying some morning sex, Sua was bustling around from early dawn. Her goal was to snap up every last scrap of land in the Namdong Industrial Complex. Of course, she wasn't doing it alone—she'd divided her team into squads and sent them scattering in all directions.
To boost her subordinates' morale, she'd handed out a set budget and quota for each, promising that whatever was left over after hitting the targets would be theirs to keep. It was the exact same tactic Gomuyeol had used on her.
"I wonder how much I'll pocket today?"
Honestly, part of her wanted to just storm in like bandits and seize it by force. She had the power and the muscle for it. But that could lead to headaches down the line. Better to spend a little cash and wrap it up clean as a legit purchase—it was easier all around, and from Gomuyeol's perspective, since he'd already dropped hundreds of billions, a tidy finish would only make him rate her higher. Even if it meant her take-home pay got slimmer...
Do Kwang-su owned a pretty sizable plot of land inherited from his father. And it wasn't some backwoods hillside—it was smack in the middle of Incheon's advanced isolation city, the biggest urban sprawl on the peninsula, a whopping 3,000 pyeong.
Considering Incheon's average land price blew past 60-70 million per pyeong like it was nothing, even at the low end that came out to a staggering 180 billion won.
But Do Kwang-su wasn't lounging on a money mountain. That massive plot was worthless.
It used to be a powerhouse factory zone dragging Incheon forward. How the hell had it come to this? Now the whole district had turned into gang turf—no one, not even the owner, could set foot inside.
Naturally, no one was buying, and the land value had flatlined to zero. Holding onto it was a loss. The city government waived taxes on the area as a mercy, but it still pissed him off every time he thought about it.
Then, out of nowhere:
"You want to... buy this land?"
Beauties so stunning even a blind monk would pop his eyes open came swarming his house, offering to buy his utterly useless plot.
"Yes. We'll take the whole thing."
They were dressed conservatively to the extreme—barely any skin showing beyond faces, necks, and hands—but that only made their presence more heart-racing.
"It's useless land anyway, right? We're offering to pay top dollar for something that has no price tag."
"Uh... huuh."
His lips went dry, throat scratchy. Tension and anticipation swelled. If a pack of stunners like this was on the prowl, some big shot had to be calling the shots—maybe they'd pay fair market?
"S-so... how much were you thinking?"
"It's land you can't even use, right? Keeping it will just give you high blood pressure every time it crosses your mind."
"So, how much...?"
"How much do you want?"
"Uh, well... haha."
Do Kwang-su pondered his happy dilemma. How much to ask for? A bit further into the city center, it went for 30-40 million per pyeong. And that was already depressed thanks to the nearby Namdong collapse.
This is the heart of Namdong, so even conscientiously, it can't be that low.
Even 10 million per pyeong felt like a stretch.
Five million? Five mil per pyeong would be...!
That'd still be 15 billion total. Enough to live off forever!
"Tough to price, huh?"
"Yeah... kinda..."
Let's see what they offer first.
Do Kwang-su eyed Im Sua's lips, steeling himself for the max payout.
Im Sua flashed a gorgeous smile and swung hard.
"How about 5,000 won per pyeong?"
"...Whaaat???!"
Five thousand? Not five million—five thousand won?!
Do Kwang-su shot up from his seat. Five grand per pyeong? For 3,000 pyeong, that was 15 million total?!
Not chump change, sure, but for prime Incheon real estate? Pathetic.
"What's wrong? Price not to your liking?"
"O-of course not! Incheon land for 5,000 won a pyeong? That's insane! Just a few blocks toward downtown and it's 30-40 million!"
"And? Is this downtown?"
"No..."
"No transactions in nearly 20 years. No government plans. No redevelopment. Gang-infested hellhole the owner can't even enter. Sure, tax exemption now, but who knows when that changes."
"S-still, 5,000 won is too low..."
"For Namdong dirt? Everyone would nod along—even government audits, press scrutiny. 'Ah, makes sense.' No worries, no suspicions, no harassment. Our money's clean too."
"It's not that..."
Just... just 15 million for it all... Expectations crashed.
Head knew she was right. Who'd pay five mil per for this shit?
But psychology's not logical. Selling 3,000 pyeong of Incheon for 15 mil? Who'd buy that story?
It's negotiation. They came to me—they need it. I hold the cards.
Right. Hold firm. No way at five grand. Dig in, price'll climb.
"...N-no way at that price—"
"Ah, sorry. Hold on."
Blaring ringtone—Sua held up a palm to cut him off, lifted one hip slightly, and fished her phone from her pocket.
And—thunk.
"...!"
Intentional or incidental while grabbing the phone, a hefty pistol tumbled out too, landing on the table.
G-gun...!
Guns weren't rare in Incheon circles. But pulling one out like this? Clear message.
He stared in shock; she stood casually and took the call.
"Yes, Master. Im Sua speaking. Yes. Negotiating right now. Small plots to the subordinates; big ones I'm handling personally... Ah, hurry up? Within three weeks... Ah... Understood, Master."
Call ended. She sighed deeply and relayed to her subordinate.
"Finish all buys in three weeks."
"Three weeks??"
"Yes. Even if incomplete, ops start after."
"R-right... three weeks..."
They huddled, whispering, then sat back down.
"Sorry. Where were we?"
Phone pocketed, she smiled sweetly—and toyed with the gun. Not holstering, just fiddling. Subtly angling the barrel his way.
"Th-th-th-that p-p-price is ab-absolutely n-no..."
"Absolutely no at that price?"
"I-I-I'm not s-s-selling... Rather not sell at all!!"
BANG!
"Eek??!"
Smoke curled from the barrel.
"Oops, sorry. Good thing it's a blank, huh?"
"..."
Do Kwang-su dropped the bravado. These were crazies. He nodded frantically.
"We'll sell. Bring the contract."
In the end, the 3,000-pyeong Namdong plot sold at 5,000 won per pyeong.
"We're doing this all legit—contracts, full payment. No take-backs later. Snitch to cops, you're chopped to bits that day. Got it?"
"Y-yes... Of course..."
"And keep it quiet for a bit."
"Quiet...?"
"Don't blab we bought Namdong land." She rattled the gun; he nodded vigorously.
"Director, transfer complete."
"Yes, transferred. Check."
"I-it's in... 15 million won..."
"You willingly sold us your 3,000-pyeong Namdong plot for 15 million. Right?"
"Y-yes."
Sua: "You willingly sold us your 3,000-pyeong Namdong plot for 15 million. Right?"
Do Kwang-su: "Y-yes."
"And... bring that."
"Yes."
Subordinates stepped out, returned with a woman. On closer look: sex robot. Model MTX-33. Popular budget model.
"Our gift to you."
"G-gift...?"
"For selling at a good price."
"N-no, this is..."
Robot worth almost the land price. Why not just cash? But contract signed. Take the good with the good. And it was a premium beauty model—perfect to vent the excitement from Sua's crew.
"We'll head out then. Don't forget to zip it."
"Y-yes! Of course...!"
Sua left Do Kwang-su's house, subordinates trailing.
"Activate in one hour."
"Yes."
Sua had bulk-ordered that model. With Seo Eun-mi, they'd coded a program and implanted it. On trigger: bot goes berserk, rapes owner to death. Then auto-normalizes, wipes logs. Investigation? Bot-fucked heart attack.
"Still, isn't that a pretty sweet death?"