Chapter 72: 08. LUMINA
"Ms. Min Ji-ah is personally handling that matter."
"Ji-ah?"
Chairman Go Yeong-man's face soured. The string of events over the past few days—Ko Mu-yeol killing Jeon Seong-hyeon, Jeon Seong-hyeon's brother murdering the Chief Prosecutor, and then Min Ji-ah starting to clean up their family—struck him as little more than a farce.
Ko Mu-yeol killing Jeon Seong-hyeon? No issue there. The direct line could always take out a side branch. Hell, the guy had even lusted after Ko Mu-yeol's female slave, right? He had it coming. That wasn't a problem at all.
The trouble started after that. They could've just waited quietly for punishment, assuming they'd pay for their crimes. But no, the brother goes and brazenly kills the Chief Prosecutor right out in the open, like some act of defiance. A side branch daring to bare its fangs at the direct line? The audacity.
"How the hell does that bitch Ji-ah manage things? If they were her husband's family, she should've nipped it in the bud beforehand. Useless woman. Tsk tsk tsk."
"…."
"Tell her to handle it properly."
"Yes, yes, Chairman."
The chairman crumpled the documents detailing Min Ji-ah's response and tossed them aside carelessly. The secretary quickly caught them, smoothed them out, and tucked them back into the briefcase. To the chairman, Min Ji-ah was nothing, but to the secretary, she was still the sky.
"So. What the hell's that punk up to these days? I doubt a guy like him's hiding out scared."
"Young Master Ko Mu-yeol is carrying on as usual, sir. Ah, about that stock investment we mentioned before—he's had tremendous success."
"Tremendous success?"
It was the part he'd chewed them out over when he first heard. What did a kid obsessed with drugs and women since his teens know about stocks? And betting Goryeo Entertainment's entire fortune on it? It rubbed him the wrong way, but he'd been watching indulgently since the boy had at least kicked the drugs.
And now it was a tremendous success?
"Yes, sir."
The secretary handed over new documents.
"Young Master sold off all 9.3 million shares of Real Production stock he acquired, netting about 2.8 trillion won in profits. That's a 3,733% return on investment."
The chairman's eyes bulged like in a cartoon.
"What? T-Trillion? 2.8 trillion???"
"Yes, Chairman."
Trillions weren't chump change even to him, but the return rate was the real kicker. Turning 75 billion into 2.8 trillion? In just over a month?
"No way... must be luck, right?"
"…."
He'd shot to his feet but slowly sank back into his chair.
"He's also doing short sales lately. Same stock, and it's already at 800 billion won."
"2.8 trillion in sales plus 800 billion in shorts... and the market's eating it up?"
"Real Production closed at 310,000 won yesterday—higher than when Young Master dumped the 9.3 million shares."
"What kinda company is this that's so damn resilient?"
"They just launched a new game."
"A game company... shouldn't be that big."
"Entertainment stocks have been tanking daily, so the money fleeing them latched onto Real Production, which was surging. The amounts line up almost exactly."
The secretary passed over fresh data.
"Hmm... and wasn't our grandson the one who tanked those entertainment stocks in the first place?"
"Yes, exactly. Young Master orchestrated the special prosecutor from behind the scenes, exposed the agencies' sex scandals and such, and that's what kicked off the crash."
"So, this punk bought Real Production cheap ahead of time, timed the surge perfectly, used the special prosecutor to crush the agencies, and the fleeing cash poured into the already-pumping Real Production, sending it even higher?"
"And then Young Master sold."
"Bubble anyway—price'll crash soon. So he shorts it too... In other words, start to finish, it was all his plan?"
"From what we can see, yes."
"Heh."
Of course, it was a bit of a stretch. Especially the part about buying Real Production early and crushing agencies to funnel massive cash its way—that could be interpreted differently. Too much luck involved.
But one thing was clear: Ko Mu-yeol had scored a staggering 3,733% return. And if Real Production's bubble burst as expected, those ongoing shorts would yield huge profits too. Could push the total return past 5,000%. At the billions-to-trillions scale.
And that was just the start. Thanks to this mess, Ko Mu-yeol was cherry-picking celebrities dumped on the market. He'd already locked in 137 contracts, with more whispers in the background. If this kept up, he'd swallow Incheon's entire female entertainment scene whole.
"Did our grandson... have talent in this area?"
"Seems he thinks so too, sir. He's in the process of establishing a corporation."
"What's that now?"
"Here—it's being prepped under the name Mu-yeol Finance."
"Mu-yeol Gold-something???"
The chairman dragged out the end of his words.
"What the heck! Who names a company like that?!"
"…."
"A company's name is its face!! This ain't some hole-in-the-wall shop where you slap your own bullshit on it."
"…."
Fuming at the ridiculous naming, the chairman thwacked the documents and let out a deep sigh.
"...Whatever, let him do his thing. Shorts, you said?"
"Yes. Still going strong."
"Time it right and break Real Production apart."
"Yes, Chairman."
"Good. And that Go thing—handled okay?"
"Ah! Yes. After talks with the Go Association president, we've set a press conference and pro entry exam for November 2nd."
"November 2nd? Hm. Good work."
Once the secretary left, Go Yeong-man pulled out his Go board with a satisfied look. He gently stroked the board, still flecked with unwashed bloodstains.
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Jeon Seong-hyeon stuff? Aunt told me to stay out, so I'll tune it out for now. Just get occasional updates from Min Ji-ah, then call her in later and dock her for negligence or whatever.
Not that the docking would be anything major. If I summon her and she's just okay, I take the report and send her off. But if she's got that overwhelming beauty like Aunt Go Min-young and the others, I eat her up.
She'll probably be hot anyway, right? Sure, side branches get treated like slaves internally, but to outsiders, even Goryeo Group's collaterals are absurdly rich power players. Take that dickless loser Jeon Seong-hyeon—he had Incheon's Chief Prosecutor calling up In-ae without a fight, bending to his will.
No way someone with thicker blood than him skimps on looks maintenance.
"Master, the shorts are underway. Already 800 billion, about 2.5 million shares sold short, but Real Production's still riding the uptrend."
"Fucking resilient as hell."
I've dumped 3.6 trillion solo already, and even doing it myself, the number doesn't feel real. Is the market seriously absorbing this volume? How many idiots are still holding Real Production bags? Even with entertainment stocks crashing...
"Keep it going for now."
"Yes, Master. Oh, about the corporation—before financial regulators review, we need to register finance experts and auditors."
"Handle it however."
"Yes, sir."
I called In-ae while getting ready for work. She picked up after three rings.
- Yes~ Master. I was just about to report—the bad blood's tentatively almost finalized—
"You expanding that asshole?"
- ...Pardon?
"Getting that anus properly loosened? Asshole. Anal."
I'd clearly told her to stretch it out since I'd use it this week.
- ….
In-ae went silent over the line. This bitch better not have slacked.
Whatever, not my problem. Her loss. I'll force it anyway. It's punishment too.
"It's Friday morning now, and tomorrow's the regular pussy house meeting. I'll do you then, so prep accordingly."
- M-Master, wait—
I hung up on her frantic voice.
"First time seeing her this desperate. Kinda fun?"
"…Master, should I prepare too?"
"You?"
"I'm your first pussy house, after all…."
I eyed Sua for a moment. No harm in it, but anal was more curiosity and punishment for me….
"Well... yeah, prep it."
"Yes, Master!"
She perked up, thrilled by my answer. Weird to be happy about ass duty, but she seemed to take it as validation or something.
"…My lord, shall I prepare as well?"
Baekseol chimed in from the side, having overheard. Seo Eun-mi, thankfully(?), didn't. Looked like she hated the idea. Made me wanna order her more.
Grab her later on spy charges and turn it into anal training.
"Yeah. Prep yours too."
"Yes, my lord."