Chapter 11
Translator - Zofu
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The next morning.
As the weekend morning broke, my sleeping mind awoke. I opened my eyes and saw Park Ah-young sleeping beside me.
Beneath the blanket, her ample breasts were visible. Was it from all the biting and sucking last night? They were covered in marks I'd left everywhere.
I moved my hand and groped her breasts. I thought I should fill my other empty hand with another woman's breasts next time.
I took my hand off her breasts and went in for a shower. After a quick shower, I got dressed and boarded my subordinate's vehicle waiting at the mansion entrance.
Geum Tae-yang, arriving at Cheongseong's towering corporate building, noticed the unusual atmosphere. Once again, he didn't see the usual gathering of members coming out to greet him.
This meant his orders were being effectively carried out.
Riding the elevator up to the chairman's office, he contemplated the day's main tasks. And before long, he reached the top floor. As the doors opened, Park Wan-yong stood before him in a suit.
"You're here, Chairman."
Park Wan-yong greeted him with his sly-looking face. Acknowledging his greeting briefly, I entered the chairman's office.
The chairman's office had a luxurious yet subdued atmosphere. Various documents were neatly arranged on the desk, and the cityscape was visible at a glance through the window.
"What about the orders I gave?"
Park Wan-yong answered with a confident voice.
"The drug operations have mostly been wrapped up. We've also acquired an entertainment company that was struggling financially."
"What about Paprika TV?"
"That side is also in the final stages."
Geum Tae-yang nodded in satisfaction at Park Wan-yong's response.
"Good work. There must be some dissatisfied people below, right?"
Park Wan-yong hesitated briefly before answering.
"It appears some executives have expressed dissatisfaction regarding the drug issue."
I accepted the documents from Park Wan-yong with a cold gaze.
Anticipating backlash was part of the plan. The question was how deep their dissatisfaction ran.
Mulling over his words, I examined the information on the dissatisfied executives spread across the documents.
Halting the drug trade was a decision made with future large-scale crackdowns in mind. We stopped the drug trade for the organization's stability, and that naturally led to complaints.
The reason he stopped the drug trade wasn't to solve immediate problems, but a strategic decision for the organization's long-term survival.
"You explained to these guys why we stopped the drug trade, right?"
"Yes. But most of them are treating it as baseless speculation. They've gathered intel through their personal channels and confirmed there's no sign of any such thing..."
I leaned back in my chair for a moment, contemplating.
Crushing them with force isn't always the answer. For now, they're bowing to my incomprehensible power, but that's all. Even a worm will squirm if stepped on. Keep crushing them with force, and you'll face rebellion.
I spoke, fixing Park Wan-yong with a cold stare.
"We can't ignore their complaints, can we?"
"Then what should we do?"
"First, we need to gather the dissatisfied executives in one place. We need to explain the situation and make them understand."
"And if they refuse to cooperate... what then?"
"Well, then violence—not words—will be waiting."
At my words, Park Wan-yong's face stiffened.
Park Wan-yong left to gather the executives. After confirming he'd left, I picked up my smartphone and sent a text to Choi Il-soo.
I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes.
Korea is known on the surface as a drug-free country. That statement isn't entirely false. Compared to other countries, the drug market is relatively small.
But that's old news. It started gradually increasing from the 2010s, and by the 2020s, massive amounts of drugs flooded the market.
Most of it is smuggled in by Chinese crime syndicates working with domestic organizations. Drugs from Chinese triads are secretly distributed, primarily targeting the entertainment industry and chaebol families.
I recalled the news that over ten thousand criminals were arrested for drug-related crimes by 2022.
From what I recall, there were still no organizations manufacturing drugs domestically at this point. There might be some I don't know about, but most drug smuggling into Korea comes from the southeast, controlled by Chinese organizations.
But this situation will change within a few years. Many domestic crime organizations will begin manufacturing drugs locally. And as time passes, drugs will spread easily through social media and the dark web, and Korea will quickly become diseased by drugs.
I fell deep into thought. Should I continue drug trafficking as I did before the regression, or should I stop it? Nothing made money as easily and quickly as drugs. It wasn't for nothing that global crime syndicates made astronomical money from drugs.
I'd seen the estimated profits of a global crime organization like the Mafia Camorra. They rake in an astronomical $4.9 billion dollars—58 trillion won—in just one year. The problem is that even that's an underestimation.
But with my knowledge of Bitcoin and future stocks, I no longer needed to be obsessed with money.
"What should I do..."
I muttered, lost in thought.
More money is always better, but I knew what would happen to Korea in the future. When fentanyl, popular in America, crawls its way into Korea, everything will really go to shit. With its cheap price, it turns teenagers and vulnerable classes into addicts in an instant, spreading across the entire country.
The drug criminals who should be caught under government leadership never get caught, and the country goes to complete shit because they only focus on weird things. I had a hand in that back then, but now that future doesn't sit well with me.
When I returned to the past, I didn't have big plans. I just planned to use my future knowledge and acquired abilities to make money and fuck women, but lately, my mindset has been gradually changing. Even when banging beauties, fresh women are better than those doped-up bitches. Banging fresh women just tastes better.
And the most serious thing in the future was a Korean-Chinese half-breed becoming president and completely handing the country over to China. That chink half-breed's connection to the Chinese Triads was well-known among other organizations.
"That chink bastard openly pushed organizations connected to the Triads."
Just thinking about it now makes my blood boil. I built a massive crime organization dealing with the Italian Mafia Camorra, but it wasn't easy. Before the regression, I wouldn't have cared what happened, but now the starting point is different.
"Ah... I just want to fuck."
With this headache, I just wanted to have mindless sex.
For now, I decided my first goal would be to unify all domestic crime organizations into one. Better than letting the future be ruined by drugs. It seemed more reassuring to just unify and control all the organizations nationwide myself.
The most important thing was how to quietly take over the country.
"If only I had some kind of magical superpower,"
I said with a deep sigh.
And not long after, a text came from Choi Il-soo. I'd given Choi Il-soo the mission to secretly investigate the organization executives. The text I'd sent earlier was also to check on the progress. And Choi Il-soo gave a response that met my expectations.
"Ha... Look at these guys?"
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Geum Tae-yang opened the meeting room door and looked around at the executives inside. In the tense atmosphere, he decided to exert his authority as the organization's leader.
"Everyone, sit down."
Geum Tae-yang's voice was firm.
"Today, we've gathered to resolve an important issue."
The executives sat around the table in silence. Geum Tae-yang sat in the chair positioned at the center of the room and spoke, examining each of their faces.
"I understand that halting the drug trade may be a burden for you. However, this is a strategy for long-term survival. When the crackdowns begin, we could face an even greater crisis."
A heavy silence filled the meeting room. Geum Tae-yang's words clearly created tension among the executives.
He continued.
"We must cooperate to overcome this difficulty. It's fine to voice complaints, but we have one goal. We must find a path together for the organization's survival and prosperity."
Following his words, some executives bowed their heads and accepted his decision. However, some still harbored dissatisfaction. Geum Tae-yang decided to handle their complaints calmly, not emotionally.
"If there are issues that need immediate resolution, report them to me. Let's find solutions together. If we don't act as one organization, the organization's future will be bleak."
He spoke, meeting the eyes of each dissatisfied executive one by one.
"I'm curious about the source of your information, Chairman."
One executive with a scar on his face spoke.
"His name was Baek Juho, wasn't it."
He was one of the guys in the material Choi Il-soo had sent before coming to the meeting room.
"I cannot reveal the source of the information. But this is reliable information. And I'm planning new business ventures."
"What kind of businesses?"
"Internet streaming, entertainment business, distribution, and the delivery market."
"But it's impossible to undertake so many businesses at once with our organization's financial capacity. And considering the safety of those ventures, it would be more profitable to expand the drug business even further."
"Baek Juho, you're not wrong. But we will not touch drugs. This isn't a request—it's an order from the boss of this organization."
"......"
"And I'm not saying we'll do all the businesses I mentioned immediately. I plan to take our time and do them one by one. Director Park Wan-yong will explain the details later."
He didn't open his mouth further. His expression still seemed dissatisfied with what I'd said.
"Are there any other directors who wish to speak?"
I spoke, looking at the executives sitting at the meeting room table. They appeared to have nothing more to say.
"Then let's end today's meeting here."