Chapter 190
“Is it scattered that far?”
“We all have to share it, or someone’s bound to get hurt. This thing’ll probably get announced as some find from Africa or wherever and sold off later. That’s our investment. That’s how you play it safe. The European gem hunters or meteorite chasers will package it up nice and sell it high to governments and billionaires worldwide. We just collect our dividends.”
“So that’s how it works. We’re not claiming we found it and jacking up the price ourselves.”
“You think this country, its bureaucrats, or the big corps would sit still if we said we found it? They’d pull every trick to steal it. The public’s the same. They’d scream that no individual or company can hoard it—hand it over to the state with ‘fair compensation.’ It’s not like we invented or developed it; we just picked it up off the ground. They’d riot that it belongs to the nation and its people.”
Han Yaseong nodded along as Choi Sung-chul spoke, fully grasping the point. Enemies lurked everywhere. No one would just say, Hey, you found it? Take it all. Especially not when it was worth tens of billions. The government, megacorps, officials, the public, even the landowner where it was found—they’d all swarm, yelling it was theirs or for the greater good, sparking total chaos.
It’d mean revealing exactly where it came from, turning everything into a tangled mess. Better to hand it all off to Choi Sung-chul. Sure, he was Choi Yujin’s dad, but still.
“I’ll leave it all to you, Director. I trust Yujin-sunbae.”
“Aigoo, you fool. Don’t trust me that much.”
Choi Yujin made a helpless face and turned to her father. “See? She trusts me blindly. Don’t let her down, or I’ll make it up to her while we’re dating. Do it fair and square. Otherwise, I’d have to do anything for her just to ease my guilt.”
“Fine, I get it. You think I’d scam my daughter’s junior? She seems to genuinely admire and follow you, so I’ll handle it fairly—no issues. Don’t worry.”
Choi Sung-chul wasn’t displeased with Han Yaseong, who trusted and trailed after his daughter so loyally. He’d treat her right. If he knew she was eating his daughter’s pussy, he’d come at her with a knife—but luckily, he was clueless. Han Yaseong realized she had to keep that secret forever. He might actually kill her if he found out.
This man would see her daughter’s boyfriend as a rival. Unless it was some stud even he’d bow to, he’d oppose it fiercely—maybe even get physical. Like in dramas, hiring thugs to force a breakup. Unless she was on the level of college basketball ace Seo Taeha, dating Choi Yujin was impossible. For Han Yaseong now, it was out of the question. She finally understood why Yujin-sunbae had said no official dating from the start. With a dad like this, of course.
Choi Yujin tapped Han Yaseong’s foot with hers and winked. A signal that things had gone better than expected. Han Yaseong felt it too and tapped back at Yujin’s shoe in agreement.
With dinner and talk wrapped up, they left the restaurant. Choi Sung-chul checked his watch. “I’ve got an appointment at Y Clinic. What about you?”
“Gonna hang with Yaseong a bit. She trusted me with something this huge—can’t just send her off.”
“Fine, have fun, but head home eventually. No boyfriends for a while.”
“I’m over it anyway. Hee-kyung’ll just embarrass me again, so no dating this year.”
“Good. Being single has its perks. Alright, I’m off. Be careful bringing that thing—and bring the rest next time.”
“Got it. I’ll deliver everything soon.”
After parting with Choi Sung-chul, the two strolled out of the hotel. Yujin let out a relieved sigh and smiled. “Phew, that went even better than I thought.”
“Yeah. Without you, they might’ve taken it all if I’d shown up with it.”
“It’s a dog-eat-dog world. Even if you find something, powerless companies lose it to megacorps and the government. That’s why they grease politicians with funds and bribes. But we’re going through overseas investors, so no messy bribes. We’ll toss some scraps to the right ministries and officials, though.”
“Even for dividends?”
“Eat alone, and you’ll choke. That’s Korea. Share a little with those around you, or they’ll rob you blind. The press’ll blast it later—if we hog it all, tons of people will hate us. Even megacorps watch the government and public eye. So build your power. Become a 100-trillion investor, and no one touches you. One call from you, and top bureaucrats or assemblymen kowtow; idols rush over to shake their asses for you. That’s what you want, right?”
“Yeah, gotta do it. Bureaucrats groveling? Meh. But idols offering their asses? That sounds good.”
“God, you love women so much. What grudge do you hold? Ever get brutally dumped?”
“Middle school. Kept my distance after, but now I wanna try a ton.”
Han Yaseong nudged Yujin’s shoulder, throwing a subtle flirt her way. “Wanna do it once.”
“Now?”
Yujin looked startled but not unhappy.
“We went at it all yesterday...”
“Things went so well—treat me once. I wanna lick sunbae’s ass.”
“Aigoo, really...”
Yujin tilted her head back, gazing at the blue sky. Her own pussy was throbbing a bit anyway. The massive windfall, her dad’s approval, Yaseong’s puppy-like trust—it all thrilled her. That’s why Dad hadn’t objected and promised a fair split. He’d seen Yaseong follow his daughter devotedly, like a pet. No clue what they really did. No wariness at all—he’d left them alone, assuming Yujin wasn’t getting her pussy devoured. It was almost funny, so Yujin decided to indulge Han Yaseong for a bit.
“Back to the hotel. We’ll do it there.”
“Huh? Won’t we get caught? If someone sees and tells your dad...”
“Who’d suspect?”
Yujin eyed Han Yaseong. She glanced at her own reflection and agreed. “Yeah, true. No one’d believe we’re that deep.”
Scandals only fly if the pair matches. A national top actress and a third-rate comedian? Never. Campus queen Choi Yujin and average freshman Han Yaseong? Same deal. Even heading to a hotel room together, no one would suspect—or believe it if they did. Naked, going at it? Unthinkable.
Choi Yujin and Han Yaseong turned back toward the hotel.
“I’ve got a suite here. When I’m out late or too lazy to go home, I crash there. Dad even okays it—no risky taxis after drinking.”
They reentered, took the elevator up. CCTV meant no PDA; they played senior-junior casually, got off at the 25th floor, and walked the hall.
“My suite’s special. Remodeled last year. You’ll be shocked.”
At the end of the hall, Yujin swiped her card key. Han Yaseong stepped in and gaped, mouth wide.
“Whoa...”
It screamed upper class—massive, luxurious. She’d seen hotel rooms on TV dramas, thought she knew what to expect, but Yujin’s suite was another level. Nearly 2,500 square feet, like an indoor gym, with furniture fit for nobility. The real shocker: a private pool off the balcony, with panoramic views for swimming. If this were a house, it’d cost tens of billions.
“Insane. You’re loaded, sunbae.”
“Didn’t know? Room’s 8 million won a night.”
“That pricey?”
“Presidential or Royal? Over 10 million. Plus tax and service fees. Royal suites start at 15 million a night.”