Chapter 83

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 83

Chapter Title: The 835 Million Won Jackpot

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The 184 million won investment had ballooned to 835 million won.

'835 million won!'

His chest swelled with an indescribable sense of grandeur.

835 million won. Not 8.35 million won, not 83.5 million won, but a full 835 million won.

'Time to sell.'

He sold off every last share of KSO stock without a second thought.

He checked the confirmed profits.

He broke into the most satisfied grin imaginable.

'835 million!'

Insanely happy, his lips and shoulders twitched on their own.

She seemed busy.

Ten minutes later, a reply came.

Choi A-young was beyond thrilled—she was moved to tears.

She must have been over the moon about the huge windfall.

His phone rang.

— Hehehet, Jin-seong oppaaa, come out right now. A-youngie's treating you to something delicious!!

— Oppa helped me make a killing, so A-youngie will treat you to something fancy!!

— Hold on a sec. Gotta send Mom some pocket money.

— Thank you so much. Thanks to oppa, I can be a good daughter to Mom now.

Choi A-young beamed from ear to ear.

"Got it. Let's meet."

Normally, he'd turn down meetups for reading time.

But Jin-seong was thrilled with his massive gains and wanted to share the joy with Choi A-young.

"Gotta call my parents too."

— Me too. I'll call my parents and hit you back.

He hung up and called his mom.

— Son! What's up?!

Mom's voice was endlessly bright.

Thanks to her son, she'd paid off her lifelong debts. She'd quit the convenience store gig. Body and mind both light as a feather. Her attitude and tone toward her son couldn't help but be warm and gentle.

"Mom, need anything?"

— Need? Nothing really?

"Anything you want? Come on."

— Why? Gonna buy it for me?

"Yeah. Just say it. I'll get you anything."

— Hohoho. Nothing really. Your words alone, your thoughtfulness alone—I'm grateful.

"Really nothing? A car? Bag? Clothes?"

— Bag? Nah. Nothing. It's fine. Mom's already thankful and grateful you paid off the debts. Doesn't want anything else. If I had to wish for one thing, it'd be for you to stay healthy.

Looks like she wanted a bag after all.

'Gotta get her a bag.'

Something expensive. He'd swing by the department store with Choi A-young later.

"Remember I said I'd send you overseas? Where'd you decide? Passport done?"

— Japan. Far countries feel burdensome; Japan's just right. Yeah, got it with your dad last time.

"Japan? Cool. Sending you 10 million won. Have fun. You two enjoy yourselves."

— Really? Thanks.

Next, he called his dad.

— What's up?

"You at work?"

— Cleaning the factory; it's filthy.

"Aha. Want anything?"

— Nah. Thanks to you, riding the Sorento great.

Dad's voice grew hearty mentioning the 'Sorento'.

Dad was just proud and impressed by his eldest son.

Loved the Sorento gift.

Just thankful and admiring that his eldest had cleared the family debts.

— Ah, one thing.

"Oh? What?"

— Wanna see you get married. Grandkids too.

"Pardon?"

Jin-seong couldn't help but be flustered by the unexpected reply.

— Got a girl?

"Yeah."

Not just one. He was close with three beauties, sleeping with two of them.

Just didn't go into details.

"Anyway, Dad. Made a killing on stocks again. Want anything, just say."

— For real? Congrats. Heh, looks like you've got a talent for stocks. Nothing particular.

"Think about it. Suit, watch, shoes—whatever, I'll buy it."

— Watch? Nah. No. Busy. Gotta drive the forklift. Hanging up.

Looks like he wanted a watch after all.

He committed the shopping list to memory.

He messaged Yoo Seol.

He transferred 500k won to his siblings' accounts.

Then 1 million to Mom and 500k to Dad.

'Heh. Feels good.'

Money feels most rewarding when showered on loved ones.

Choi A-young called.

— Oppa~

Her voice dripped with sweet honey.

— Our Jin-seong oppa~. A-youngie loves you sooo much♡

— Hurry out. Let's do lunch.

— Heehee, today A-youngie's doing full course treat. Anything you wanna eat?

"Nah, I'll treat."

— Nooo. Can't. Today A-youngie has to treat.

She absolutely refused to let Jin-seong pay.

Since she'd made bank thanks to him, it was only right she treat.

"Alright. How about Myeongnyun Jinsa Galbi?"

— What?! All-you-can-eat ribs?! Lame menu choice?

"Lame? What's wrong with ribs? They're so damn good."

— Sigh. Fine. Let's go eat ribs.

He'd been craving Myeongnyun Jinsa Galbi's unlimited feast after ages.

Unlimited refills. Fair price. Solid taste.

The ultimate value rib joint.

'Gotta have draft beer too.'

As he grilled the meat throughout...

'Kinda overwhelming.'

Jin-seong felt great but a bit burdened.

Choi A-young gazed at him with a mix of admiration and affection.

Peeking into Choi A-young's inner thoughts, Jin-seong smiled contentedly.

'Feels nice.'

Receiving heartfelt gratitude from someone.

Being looked at with respect.

Making someone happy because of him.

Smoothing someone's life because of him.

Different from doting on family.

A strange, warm feeling.

"Oh? Right, hired the employee. Thinking of getting an office too."

"Really? Want A-youngie to get the office?"

"Nah, it's fine. I'll handle it. You just focus on fun streams. Make as many banger clips as possible."

Jin-seong planned to pay Hong Jae-gu 2.8 million won monthly salary plus 10% of net profits as incentive.

Final profit split:

[Stream Revenue: Choi A-young 8 : Yoo Jin-seong 2]

[YouTube Revenue: Choi A-young 8 : Yoo Jin-seong 2 (Jin-seong's 2 share gives Hong Jae-gu 10% net profit incentive)]

[Other Income: Choi A-young 8 : Yoo Jin-seong 2]

He wouldn't touch Choi A-young's net at all.

Office and employee fully from his pocket.

Naturally, Hong Jae-gu's incentive from his share, split 9:1.

Hiring was purely his responsibility.

Her role: focus on streaming.

His role: support to maximize her gains.

"Oppa, but do we need incentives too? Salary alone seems plenty."

"Nah, better to give them. People are sly like that— incentives make 'em work like it's their own business."

Salary and incentives are worlds apart.

Salary's just 'expected pay,' no matter how high. Incentives are 'bonus earnings.' Difference in effort? Night and day.

Hong Jae-gu would bury himself in work for those incentives. Salary alone gets 100% effort; incentives push past 120%.

Above all, Jin-seong didn't want to live stingy. Wanted to give generously, thrive together, help each other. Money from Era of Success anytime. Just needed good people.

They finished eating.

"Great meal."

They left the restaurant.

Walking down the street.

He spotted a girl walking down the street—the granddaughter of the old lady who collected recyclables. Her face was full of worry and concern.

Why so sad?

Why so gloomy?

Their eyes met.

Gloomy.

The girl bowed politely then dropped her head limply.

They passed by.

"Hmm."

He stared at the receding girl for a long while.

"Jin-seong oppa? You into minors or something?"

"? What're you talking about?"

Seemed nonsensical.

He turned to Choi A-young and flinched.

Her eyes weren't just sharp—they were icy as frost, glaring straight at him. Irritation and jealousy mixed in.

"No. Not into the kid. Just looked dark-faced, got curious."

"Really?"

He briefly explained about the girl.

Only then did her frosty gaze warm like a spring day.

"Oppa, A-youngie wants to go somewhere."

"Where? Say it."

Choi A-young sidled close, whispering in his ear.

"Wanna go to a motel. Want oppas cock. In my mouth and below."

Blatant seduction.

'Fuck.'

Blood rushed south for Jin-seong.

"Let's go."

They found a motel. Got a day room. Showered. Jin-seong sat in the chair. Naked Choi A-young knelt, taking his cock in her mouth.

'Ha-yeon has low sex drive.'

Park Ha-yeon usually had low libido and was quite shy.

'A-young's got high sex drive.'

Choi A-young had strong urges and was extremely upfront about it.

"Stop sucking and masturbate for me."

"Hah— Yes."

Choi A-young spread her legs wide, fingering her clit.

Click!

He snapped a pic of her masturbating.

"Fuck— so goddamn hot."

"Ha-ang—"

"Look at that pussy juice. Total flood. Flooded."

Slap!

He smacked her thigh. It reddened.

Click!

Shot her dripping pussy.

"Spread your pussy wide with your hands."

Choi A-young used her cute fingers to part her labia left and right.

Her lewd inner folds revealed.

Click!

She always got super wet anyway.

Drip drip.

Excited about being photographed, it seemed.