Chapter 56
Chapter 56
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 56
Chapter Title: Just Give Me 12 Million Yen
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Knock knock.
"...."
The knock echoed, but no voice came from beyond the door. When I deliberately let the silence stretch, Mesui finally waved the white flag and spoke up.
"..It's me, Sanghyeon-kun."
Was it a blow to her pride as the academy director to come all the way to a mere student's dorm room?
"Come in."
That said, her expression looked a bit strange. Her lips were pressed tightly together, as if she was determined not to succumb to any temptation, but hot breaths puffed from her nostrils, her face was flushed, and her gaze darted all over the place.
Now that I'd confirmed through Reina—the sow assistant—just how far I could go, if I set my mind to it, I could reduce Mesui to the same state in an instant.
Moreover, she was already broken-in goods from over a decade of training. Like a well-worn shoe that slips right on, once turned into a total masochist, she'd be easy for me to cook up nice and tender.
But that would be a waste of time.
I had to rescue Harumi, soothe Harumi, take her to Ren, get Ren to accept her, share happy lovemaking, squeeze in dates with the two of them, console Saki who lately seemed inexplicably down... and even save the one who hadn't appeared yet. I had no time to train some mid-thirties auntie.
Reina only got what was coming because she kept provoking me and testing my patience.
"Ahem. So, what is it?"
Mesui, fidgeting restlessly with her hands clasped protectively over her lower belly, sat naturally on the edge of the bed and spoke.
"Oh, right. It's about not knowing how to normalize the Kanemochiru company. I'm good at fighting... and handling women, but I'm not skilled in political infighting or contract tampering."
Mesui nodded as if she completely understood.
"As expected."
In an instant, her eyes sharpened completely, and she pulled some documents from the handbag she'd brought.
Flipping through the papers, I saw numbers highlighted in green marker.
Total issued shares: 110 million shares.
Current market cap: 24.7 billion yen.
24.7 billion yen—that's roughly 240 billion won.
Sure, it was jaw-dropping money, but for a mid-tier Tokyo company, wasn't it a bit small? Was it originally a lightweight outfit?
As I tilted my head, Mesui answered as if she'd anticipated it.
"The CEO couple was announced as suddenly missing. Their deaths and coma states haven't been revealed yet, but even so, it's natural for the stock to plummet. Kenji probably aimed for that to scoop up shares.."
Yeah, if the executives vanish overnight, instability spikes and prices tank.
I leaned in closer to scrutinize the paper.
"Kenji's stake is 38%. And friendly shares aligned with him add 12%. That makes exactly 50%. Legally, no sole control, but practically, he holds half, so most agendas pass. Plus, 100% attendance is unrealistic—if he and his allies show up alone, it's basically monopoly on voting. So, how do we beat Kenji in this situation?"
Mesui watched me for a moment.
Testing if I'd grasp the core.
I stared at the numbers before asking,
"A battle for that extra 1%...."
"Exactly."
The corner of Mesui's mouth twitched up slightly.
"Purely simple logic. Elementary school math. It's just who secures more shares than Kenji."
This really wasn't my style of fight.
"Whew...."
I leaned back in my chair and circled the 20% on the paper.
"What's this?"
"Harumi's mother's shares."
Ah!
Comatose, sure, but still alive. Of course she holds shares.
Hang on.
If that's the case—
"Incompetent person...."
As soon as I caught on, Mesui snapped her fingers like she'd known I would.
"Right. She can't exercise them directly in her coma, but legally, if declared incompetent, a guardian can vote. Unlikely, but if you, Sanghyeon-kun, become that guardian, you'd snag 20% right off the bat."
My mind cleared in a flash.
"And if we buy up all the minor shareholders' shares on top?"
"If possible, that's 39% combined with her mother's. But... easy? Even ignoring not all minors selling, the amount is enormous."
Mesui tapped the desk like a calculator. For an ordinary academy boy, it'd be intimidating. But I ignored it entirely, staying laser-focused.
She seemed deeply intrigued by my demeanor.
Let's see.
Kenji faction: 50%.
My clean grab: 39%.
What's left?
I glanced subtly at Mesui.
"The remaining 11%—who holds it?"
"Yes."
"Kanemochiru relatives, investment firms, cross-held stakes, etc. Bystanders, basically."
Bystanders, huh....
Tick-tock—
The clock's second hand ticked.
If things went perfectly—mother's 20%, minors 19%, bystanders 11%—I'd hit 50% too.
Seemingly 50:50 deadlock, but not really.
The instant I alone secure 50%, Kenji's friendly shares would betray him and flock to me.
Why pledge loyalty to the madman who blew in and stirred a bloodbath?
That 12% friendly bloc is tied purely by profit. No question. Human greed is eternal truth.
They choose profit over blood.
Just get 1% to flip.
Then I'm majority.
51%.
The sudden monster.
I sign, Kenji's dragged from his chair, I take the podium.
"Best case: I secure 50% upfront, snag 1% from Kenji faction friendlies—boom, 51%."
"A nuclear bomb completed."
I nodded.
Friendly total: 20% + 19% + 11% + ? = >51%.
The brutally simple equation gleamed like a fuse about to blow.
Mesui, wanting a closer look at my focus, pulled her chair nearer and sat beside me. Her face showed curiosity about how far my strategy went.
Gone was the initial stiff expression—now it was pure educator's zeal to gauge her student's potential.
I met her eyes.
"First step: legally claim guardianship of Harumi's mother?"
That intrigued look vanished. She shook her head like I'd said something absurd.
"No? Sanghyeon-kun, what are you saying? Before that—money. How do you fight without ammo? Even with her 20%, how fill the rest 19%? It all boils down to cash."
I shrugged.
"True. But it's doable. Money? Just make it."
Mesui's forehead creased deeper.
That'd add wrinkles.
"No... Even you, a total outsider, claiming guardianship on frozen 20% is insane—but say we manage. How buy the remaining 19% minors? That's nearly..."
She calculated briefly.
"...4.7 billion yen. Realistically, not all retail fish dump everything at once—so grabbing half, say 10%, is huge already. Then the rest 9% plus extras from bystanders? Rushing negotiations means massive premiums..!"
Thinking I was spouting naive nonsense, she explained with spittle flying. She'd expected a realistic plan, not blind optimism—got a bit heated.
"...Bottom line: you'd need at least 6 billion yen on hand short-term! Not 600 million—6 billion!"
I smiled leisurely.
"Yep. Possible. Raising 6 billion."
"..6 billion yen? Wait—this isn't won. You know? Not Korean 6 billion won, Japanese 6 billion yen—600 billion in your home currency?"
Still not getting it, she repeated emphatically.
"Haha. I know. So, invest in me a bit."
I'm a possessor with this world's future knowledge.
I know an investment surging over 40,000% soon... Just need seed money.
Let's figure.
Unknown x 40,000%... 15 million yen seed suffices?
I have about 3 million yen now. Accumulated from baking classes, academy, gym, martial arts dojo part-times, steadily invested.
Need 12 million more.
Borrow from Mesui.
I grinned and casually requested the absurd personal loan.
"Just give me 12 million yen."
A demand to fork over 120 million won without question.
"...Ha?"
Mesui shot up from her seat like she couldn't take any more.
Sheesh. Lived a sheltered life, this auntie.
Time to trust me for once.
