Chapter 109

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 109

Chapter Title: Tteokbokki Shop Plans

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"I want to open a street food restaurant."

Can you make good tteokbokki?

You want to start a street food joint?

Suddenly? Out of nowhere?

Lee Hyun-woo couldn't hide his bewilderment. He could only stare at Jin-seong in utter confusion.

"Ah? Sorry for jumping straight to the point without any explanation. Here's the story. There's this grandma who picks up recyclables..."

Jin-seong explained in detail about the grandma and Seo Ye-jin.

Starting from how the grandma picked up trash to raise her granddaughter.

All the way to how, once she recovered, she'd have to go back to collecting recyclables to make ends meet.

He also added that she'd worked at a restaurant for many years.

"I could give her some pocket money, or cover surgery costs if she gets sick again, but giving her living expenses doesn't feel right."

"Yeah, that's true."

"I think solving the root problem is key. Poverty stems from not having a proper job with decent income, so if I create a good job for her, it'll solve the poverty issue."

"Ah..."

Jin-seong wanted to create a job for the grandma. He hoped she'd raise her granddaughter in a good environment.

He wanted her to work as little as possible and live peacefully and comfortably.

He was fine with taking a loss in the process of helping her.

"I've got the money, but no talent for making delicious tteokbokki. That's why I want your help, Hyun-woo. Oh, and it won't be for free, of course. I'll pay you fairly."

"President Yoo..."

Lee Hyun-woo's eyes shook violently as his words trailed off.

"I'll help as much as I can. No need for payment. You're doing something great—what do you mean payment?"

"Thank you."

Lee Hyun-woo saw the goodwill and kindness in Jin-seong, and it touched his heart.

His good nature urged him to help Jin-seong unconditionally.

'President Yoo...'

Lee Hyun-woo looked at Jin-seong with newfound admiration.

He was younger than himself. A younger company president.

Yet.

But.

Even though he was younger.

He had more money, was smarter, and had a warmer personality.

There was so much to learn from him. He was an amazing person.

Lee Hyun-woo's heart warmed.

A soft smile crept across his face.

Having glimpsed Lee Hyun-woo's inner thoughts, Jin-seong smiled gently.

'Thanks.'

Hyun-woo was a good guy. Someone he wanted to stick with long-term. He'd have to treat Hyun-woo even better from now on.

"Great meal as always... I mean, good work today. You'll definitely hit a million subscribers, Hyun-woo."

He believed it without a doubt.

At the studio.

The filming topic was braised chicken.

He'd slyly scored some braised chicken. Lee Hyun-woo's version was insanely delicious.

"Good work, PD Bae."

Jin-seong greeted Bae Min-seong and left the studio.

Bae Min-seong and Lee Hyun-woo watched his back with broad smiles on their faces.

Jin-seong visited the grandma's house.

"Oh my, come on in!"

The grandma welcomed him warmly. Her complexion was at least three times brighter than when she was collecting recyclables.

Jin-seong gave an awkward smile. He scratched his cheek with his index finger. Looked like he'd scored big points with the grandma.

"How's your health?"

"Much better, thanks to you."

"Glad to hear it. Here, take this."

"What's all this? You didn't have to bring so much..."

Her words said otherwise—she was thrilled.

He'd brought a box of soy milk, beef, side dishes, fruits, and more.

"This is a bribe. I brought it to ask a favor."

"Huh? A bribe? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠A favor? What favor? I don't have money!"

"I'm planning to open a street food restaurant soon. I need someone to manage it, and I'd love your help."

The grandma's small eyes widened in surprise. Jin-seong's request was completely unexpected.

"Of course, it's not for free. Pay above minimum wage, and the workload won't be too heavy."

"......"

The grandma didn't respond. She couldn't.

"G-grandma?"

Jin-seong panicked. The grandma had suddenly started crying silently.

"Thank you. Truly, thank you. Really... really... I don't know how to repay this kindness."

Saving ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her life was gratitude enough.

Helping her granddaughter out of danger was a huge favor.

She'd received immense kindness.

And now.

A job offer too.

"I'll work hard. Thank you."

"Yes. Work hard. Raise your granddaughter well, send her to college, and enjoy lots of delicious food."

After a long chat, he stood up.

As he left through the gate, a very warm, contented smile spread across his face.

'Grandma's job problem solved.'

Now, just Park Man-bok and his parents' issues left.

'I've got to take care of those around me.'

He couldn't help the whole world.

Couldn't make everyone rich.

But.

At the very least.

He had the ability to look after those close to him.

He had the means and the will.

As he stepped out the gate.

"Mister?"

"Old man?"

Girls in school uniforms.

He ran into Seo Ye-jin and Kim Ji-ah.

"What brings you here?"

"Had something to ask Grandma."

"...?"

Seo Ye-jin looked at him suspiciously.

Instead of answering, he smiled softly.

Gently patted her head.

"Study hard."

He slipped some pocket money into her hand.

'I hope Grandma... and Ye-jin... are happy. Peaceful. Safe.'

He wished it. Prayed for it. A pure prayer, pure goodwill.

He got busy.

To open a street food shop, he needed to lease a commercial space.

He visited several real estate offices to find a good spot.

"This one's good. Decent interior, good location, cheap rent. School nearby too."

Not a new building, so rent wasn't exorbitant, but not old enough to be rundown.

Small scale, perfect for the grandma to manage without overworking. Minimized risk if it failed.

'If the tteokbokki shop flops, switch to kimbap. If that fails, dried anchovy noodles. Perfect.'

Dumplings could work too.

Jin-seong planned assuming failure more than success.

Accounting for failure and mitigating risks boosts success chances.

Even in failure, losses minimized.

'Nothing's absolute.'

Absolute success didn't exist in the world.

His phone rang. Choi A-young calling.

- Oppa!!

Her voice was excited.

- You're crazy! Totally crazy!!

- Jackpot! Real mega jackpot!!

- Wow! Wow!! Insane!! Totally insane!!

Jin-seong tilted his head.

"What? Stock went up?"

- Yes!! It shot up!! Big time!!

"Really? How much?"

Puzzled, he opened the NH Securities app.

- 4.5 times!

"What?"

- Over 4.5 times!!

4.5 times? That much?

Jin-seong jumped in shock.

- Oppa! ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠We're rich!!

- Hehe, A-youngie's rich!!

A-young cheered, losing all reason.

Jin-seong quickly checked the balance.

Chills ran down his spine. A thrill surged through him. He'd become a billionaire. In cash.

One investment netted 9.7875 billion won. Total assets: 12.4875 billion won.

'Insane.'

He shot up from his chair.

'Yes!'

He raised his arms high.

'Yes! Hooray!'

Pure Cosmetics forever! Era of Success forever!! God forever!!!

'Thank you. Truly thankful. I'll live righteously. Steadily.'

Indescribable happiness.

Such Jin-seong.

"...?"

Hong Jae-gu stared in surprise.

"Boss?"

"What's up?"

The employees looked puzzled.

"Ah..."

Jin-seong noticed the stares and gave an awkward smile.

'Gonna lose it.'

Definitely embarrassed.

Definitely shy.

But the joy and happiness overflowed; he couldn't stop smiling.

"How about company dinner tonight?"

"Dinner? But we have work..."

"Sounds good, but lots to do..."

"Can't we just grab something quick?"

The employees were troubled.

Not because they wanted to go home and relax, but because they worried about unfinished tasks.

They were all ready to volunteer for overtime.

With their integrity and diligence, they worked hard hoping their assigned YouTubers succeeded.

Plus, the structure rewarded big incentives for successful creators, so they had extra motivation.

'No choice.'

Dinner seemed impossible.

'Takeout it is.'

When you make bank, you share it.

He wanted to treat them to something nice.

If dinner was out, takeout worked fine.

He got sashimi, sushi, and Japanese dishes packed from a top sushi spot.

Steak and Western fare from a fancy restaurant.

'Braised short ribs too.'

Braised ribs from a Korean banquet house.

"Oppa, when do you plan to sell?"

"Hmm..."

Jin-seong fell deep in thought.

Pure Cosmetics Co., Ltd. was making significant strides in the Chinese market.

Articles about the company boosted brand awareness, positively impacting domestic sales.

The chairman's interview about upcoming India and Southeast Asia expansions skyrocketed market expectations.

"Cash out tomorrow. Seems overheated short-term. Price is ridiculously high."

Watch the market at open and sell accordingly.

No clue if it'd rise or fall more, but Jin-seong was satisfied.

"Did you masturbate?"

"No? You told me not to, so I held back."

"Good girl. Squat and masturbate for me."

"Hah... Yes..."

Jin-seong filmed Choi A-young masturbating on his phone.

"Untie me and creampie okay?"

"Ahng... Yes... If oppa wants... anytime..."

"Work first? Or me?"

"You, oppa first. Only you for me. I love you."

"Stick out your tongue."

Choi A-young stuck out her tongue long.

Jin-seong tapped it with his cock.

Drip. Drip.

Saliva dripped from her tongue.

Drip. Drip.

Pussy juices soaked the floor.

"Tell me when you want to get pregnant. I'll knock you up anytime."

"Hah... Yes... Master..."

"Good. Keep masturbating and lick my cock with your tongue."

A-young's breathing grew ragged. Licking his cock caused a flood from her pussy.

'A-young's kink is...'

A-young didn't just like master-puppy play. Her true inclination was submission.