Chapter 16
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Translator: Wjin
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: Chewy and Crispy!
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Jang Deokcheol picked up the coffee cup in front of him and brought it to his lips.
Slurp—
'Buying a school? Just how much should I offer?'
In truth, Jang Deokcheol had looked into prices here and there before coming, but he hadn't been able to pin down a solid figure.
All he knew was Kangyul's instruction: anything under 10 billion was pocket change, so spend freely.
'10 billion is enough to buy a decent company.'
"How about 5 billion?"
Jang Deokcheol threw out a bold 5 billion to start.
"Hmm."
Mun Seyun let out a meaningful hum.
For a straightforward school sale, it was a fair amount. But factoring in the land he'd bought with loans, it fell a bit short.
'Even if I pay off the loans with 5 billion and sell the land, I'd still take a massive loss.'
Mun Seyun suppressed his bubbling anger once more and sighed.
"Whew, let me be frank. I've got a piece of land I bought using the school as collateral. If you're willing to buy that too, I'll let it all go for 7 billion."
"...Land?"
Jang Deokcheol tilted his head at the sudden mention of land.
"Could I see the location and the deed first?"
Kangyul's basic stance was that more land was always better. He'd even told Jang Deokcheol to snap up any good plots in the capital area. This piqued his interest.
"Sure, here you go."
'Hmm. The paperwork looks clean.'
The land was a 12,000-pyeong plot in Gimpo.
It did overlap a bit with some hills, but only by a few pyeong.
On paper, it was solid—something worth holding onto.
"Looks like prime land. Why sell?"
"...Ahem. What reason does an old man need? Just tying up loose ends to settle down and farm, that's all."
There was something suspiciously evasive about Mun Seyun's demeanor.
Jang Deokcheol snapped photos of all the documents and messaged them to Kangyul.
[Vice President Jang Deokcheol: President, the foundation chairman wants to bundle the land with the school. Sending pics of the plot.]
'The president will decide.'
Beep—
Replies came flooding in almost immediately.
[President: If that land checks out, pay 10 billion—no, up to 15 billion. Buy the land too!]
'Hmm, just looks like barren waste. Does it really have that much value?'
Jang Deokcheol pocketed his phone and eyed Mun Seyun.
Mun Seyun wore an anxious expression.
"Chairman Mun, including the land, what's your number?"
"...At least 7 billion, right? Ahem."
"Got it. We'll call a lawyer to review the contract and close right away."
"R-Really?"
Jang Deokcheol nodded indifferently.
School was letting out soon. He needed to hustle to pick up the young masters.
At that moment, Kangyul was in the indoor gym for PE class.
True to a private elementary school, they even had a pro golfer teaching them the game.
"Alright, kids, let's have each of you take a swing."
Kangyul glanced at his phone from the back, checking messages.
He hadn't noticed at first glance, but zooming in on the map confirmed it.
'Gimpo Han River New City.'
Centered on Gurae-dong, it was set to become Gimpo's busiest district. Massive buildings, apartments sprouting like mushrooms—Kangyul knew it well from living there a few years in his past life.
'A golden egg like this walking right to me? No way I'm passing.'
Kangyul pocketed his phone and lined up with the twins.
Thwack!
Each swing sent the ball soaring, and Jiyul's eyes went wide.
"Jiyul-ah, that exciting?"
"Yeah! I wanna try!"
The golf pro heard and beckoned Jiyul forward.
Shy but eager, Jiyul gripped the club and swung awkwardly.
"Hiyah!"
Thwack!
The ball connected and rolled forward.
"Way to go, Jiyul! You're the best!"
Kangyul cheered enthusiastically from behind.
Emboldened despite his blush, Jiyul swung harder.
'Good kid. Big bro made bank again today. I'll build you a golf course someday! Haha.'
Kangyul was on cloud nine.
As school ended and dismissal time hit, the contract wrapped up roughly.
Jang Deokcheol arrived looking haggard after half a day of it.
"All good?"
"Yes."
"Good work."
Kangyul climbed into the car with the twins.
"...Hwijeong Elementary Foundation rights are finalized under Midas Corporation. Original staff inherited."
"Nice job."
Kangyul grinned while checking the deed Jang Deokcheol handed over.
'Yup. Exactly that plot.'
A new city announcement was coming soon. Buildings would shoot up like beansprouts.
"Young Master."
Jang Deokcheol glanced at Kangyul scanning the deed and spoke cautiously.
"Yeah? What?"
"...We should hire company lawyers and accountants. Called one today, but going forward..."
Kangyul nodded along.
He got the picture.
Jang Deokcheol had big-corp experience, but as a driver. Handling mega-deals solo spelled trouble.
"Makes sense. Hire as needed. More secretaries too. Oh, and while recruiting, grab someone from entertainment."
"Entertainment?"
"Yeah. Need talent for shoots."
"Understood."
With the studio secured, Kangyul figured it was time to start filming.
Mukbang was fine solo, but other content needed guests.
'Let's try What's Up Man or Workman-style.'
Kangyul brainstormed channels he'd subscribed to and loved before.
"Hyung-ah."
"Yeah?"
Jiyul called from the back seat.
"You working like Daddy already?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like Daddy works?"
Jiyul tilted his head. He no longer saw Kangyul and Jang Deokcheol's chats as mere playtime.
'...Kids these days.'
"Uh, just practicing ahead. Right, Vice—er, Driver Jang?"
"Ah, yes! Practice. Haha."
"Hehe, got it."
Kangyul felt the twins' gazes.
Jiyul's eyes sparkled innocently, but Deokyul stared sharply.
'What's his deal? Did Deokyul figure it out before Jiyul?'
Deokyul's face hardened, clearly displeased.
"Hyung-ah."
"...Yeah?"
"Gotta poop."
"......"
Classic Deokyul.
The moment Kangyul secured Hwijeong Elementary's operations, he created a special class.
[Junior Entrepreneur Special Class]
It sounded legit enough and let him slack off perfectly.
Only member: Kangyul.
"Whew, shoulda done this sooner."
With a class in name only, he pretended to go to school, dropped the twins, and hopped back in the car.
"Studio next? ASMR mukbang today—get 'em prepped."
"Yes, sir."
'Simple chicken mukbang today?'
On the way, Kangyul bought chicken from five major chains, from Peerate Orae to BBQ.
Today's mukbang fuel.
'Wonder what the studio's like.'
The studio was a massive warehouse building.
'Midas Studio' blazed on the facade.
Mountains around made it quiet, air fresh.
"Big and nice. Great spot."
Better than pics. Originally a small film studio, Kangyul had expanded massively.
Cheap land nearby, so he bought adjacent plots too.
Cleared wide roads, easy access.
"Room to grow later."
Kangyul stepped out and entered.
As Jang Deokcheol followed, filming crew and secretary Im Honggyu greeted.
"Vice President, all set."
"Good?"
Jang Deokcheol eyed Kangyul, unsure how to introduce.
Kangyul beamed and stepped up.
"Hi! I'm Kangyul. Nice to meet you."
"Vice President, who's the kid? Mukbang talent?"
Filming Team Leader Park Gyusu pointed. Jang Deokcheol checked Kangyul's eyes and nodded.
"Yes. President's reviewing today's footage closely, so give it your all."
"Hmm. Got it! Let's do great, kid."
"You too."
Kangyul sat at the table before the cameras.
Studio matched his content plan perfectly.
'Lots of cams.'
Park Gyusu plated chickens by type from Jang Deokcheol's haul.
Presentation alone screamed premium.
"Okay, Kangyul. Taste each brand honestly. Got it?"
"Yes!"
Park Gyusu eyed him doubtfully but mics and cams were set—rolling.
"Here we go! Ready! Shoot!"
Red light on, Kangyul flashed a cute grin.
"Hi everyone! It's Kangyul! Today, we're diving into the chicken you all love!"
"Hi... every...? What's that mean?"
Park Gyusu whispered to staff, who shrugged.
Too late to stop—Kangyul was pros.
"First up, BBQ Golden Olive Chicken."
Kangyul whispered, grabbing a drumstick his face size.
Crunch!
He tore a big bite and chewed.
Tender fat jiggled, cuteness doubled.
Munch munch—
"Wow! The meat's so chewy and crispy! So yummy!"
'Gah! Too cute!'
Even the crew stared, mesmerized by Kangyul's eating.