We were not the only ones participating in this matter.
Although the motives were different, Lee Se-eun shared the same goal as us.
Since there was no reason not to work together, I contacted Lee Se-eun, and she visited us that night.
Other preparations were actually not very difficult.
A hotel can be booked if one has money.
In the case of the casino, it would be a matter of staying at the hotel and somehow finding the passage leading to the junket room.
The problem was the alibi.
“We're being held back by the invitation.”
It seemed they had no intention of giving one.
To be precise, I received a message saying that the number of participants for the auction was already full.
The explanation from Blue Wrench Junkyard was that even if a Headhunter's reputation was high, there was no way if the capacity was already reached.
“It's not that I don't understand. There are only a few days left until the auction, and they must have already finished the setup according to the number of people.”
Jung Oh-hoon nodded at Han Sang-ah's words.
“It means that if they want to put the three of us in now, they have to exclude three people who were already sent invitations.”
Then Blue Wrench Junkyard would be criticized.
Besides, I had a contract with Daebak Junkyard, not Blue Wrench.
No matter how famous I was, I was a stranger contracted with a competitor.
There was no loyalty to put us in the auction house even by asking for understanding from those who were already sent invitations.
“In the case of Se-eun noona, it seems she secured an invitation.”
“That's right.”
Originally, Lee Se-eun was under contract with Blue Wrench Junkyard, so it was natural for an invitation to go to her.
The problem was us.
“I think saying we just went for fun on Se-eun noona's way will be too insufficient.”
If it were really just going for fun, and if nothing happened at the hotel in question, there would naturally be no problem even if we accompanied her on her way.
But we were planning to cause something serious once we got there.
After that, a line of bullshit like ‘we just came to play but this happened, how strange!’ would be far from enough to escape suspicion.
“If it's grandfather—”
At Han Sang-ah's words, everyone's gaze turned to her.
Han Sang-ah's grandfather, Han Sang-Cheol, is the chairman of Geumyang Group.
But what does that matter.
“It's a hunter equipment auction.”
Han Sang-Cheol is a businessman, not a hunter.
Only hunters participate in hunter equipment auctions.
Because it is illegal for an ordinary person to possess hunter equipment.
“No, I mean we can just give up on receiving invitations and create a different alibi.”
Hearing Han Sang-ah's opinion, we fell silent for a moment.
It certainly didn't seem impossible.
If Geumyang Group Chairman Han Sang-Cheol created some suitable pretext to host a gathering at the Playchip Hotel and we were invited there, it could serve as a proper excuse.
“Even if Chairman Han Sang-Cheol testifies that he was with us when the incident occurred.”
It was perfect.
If there was a problem, there was only one.
“Will your grandfather grant our request?”
At my words, Han Sang-ah gave a brief evaluation.
“Money is the only thing in grandfather's head.”
Should I think of that as a compliment or an insult.
Anyway, it meant that if we prepared an appropriate price for Han Sang-Cheol, he could help as much as we wanted.
“Besides, it's grandfather's anniversary soon. There is a reason to host a gathering at the Playchip Hotel.”
“What, is it something like a birthday?”
At my words, Han Sang-ah shook her head.
“Grandfather doesn't celebrate birthdays. His theory is, what value is there in something everyone has achieved that warrants throwing a party?”
Huh, if you put it that way, it's true, but...
“Then what anniversary is it?”
“It's the anniversary of Geumyang Group reaching the world's number one market capitalization.”
That was certainly not something just anyone could do.
“Then the entire Geumyang Group family must not celebrate their own birthdays.”
It would be awkward, after all.
At my words, Han Sang-ah nodded.
“Except for me.”
“I guess you celebrate yours?”
At my words, Han Sang-ah nodded.
“When I was young, I asked grandfather to throw a birthday party for me. He asked what his not celebrating his birthday had to do with me.”
Jung Oh-hoon, who was listening to the story, let out an "hmm" sound.
“What was the reaction?”
“He laughed a lot. I'm not sure why, but after that day, I suddenly started receiving successor lessons too.”
It seemed Han Sang-ah's attitude had caught Han Sang-Cheol's fancy.
Well, let's leave the family circumstances at that.
Jung Oh-hoon offered an opinion.
“It sounds like a good method. It's easier to maintain secrecy than the auction house, and if things go well, Han Sang-ah's grandfather can even manipulate our alibi.”
Yes, the problem was that we had to go and persuade him.
“First, please arrange a meeting.”
“I'll do that.”
Anyway, since it seemed we needed help, I thought I should prepare sufficiently for a good negotiation...
“He says to come now.”
“Good grief.”
This grandfather's drive was truly staggering.
I checked the time and then looked at Han Sang-ah.
“Would it be better to visit the headquarters at this hour?”
At my words, Han Sang-ah shook her head.
“You can just visit the residence. Since he said he'd send a car anyway, wait.”
As I waited quietly as told, a private car sent by Han Sang-Cheol arrived.
“I will escort you.”
“Yes, please do.”
After greeting and getting in the car, I was able to arrive at the Geumyang Group owner's mansion before long.
Han Sang-Cheol's mansion was located in Seongbuk-dong.
No matter what anyone said, it was one of Korea's traditional wealthy neighborhoods.
I was guided to the drawing room.
A well-tended garden was visible through the floor-to-ceiling glass, and a sofa was situated near a hearth in the center of the drawing room.
“Hunter Yoo Chan-seok.”
And Han Sang-Cheol, wearing quite comfortable-looking pajamas, was sitting on that sofa with a glass of whiskey in one hand.
Jamon and cheese, which looked like snacks, were visible on the side table.
“It's been a while, Chairman.”
At my words, Han Sang-Cheol nodded, then emptied the whiskey in his glass and pointed to the seat next to him with his hand.
“Let's sit and talk.”
I sat down obediently at Han Sang-Cheol's words.
It was extremely plush.
“First, a drink before we babble about the main point.”
Han Sang-Cheol said so and poured a glass of liquor into a crystal glass and handed it to me.
“Thank you.”
Having received the glass, I downed it and then set the glass down on the table.
Han Sang-Cheol scanned me from top to bottom and then spoke.
“You've become a big shot. Aren't you almost at the level of a walking small-to-medium enterprise now?”
“The money I handle is about that much, and as for reputation, I think it's actually about the level of a decent large corporation.”
At my words, Han Sang-Cheol laughed lowly and muttered.
“What a cocky bastard.”
“By the way, I didn't know you'd be at the residence. I thought someone like the Geumyang Group Chairman would have a lot of work even at night and be at the headquarters.”
At my words, Han Sang-Cheol replied coldly.
“I hate overtime. It's the last resort chosen by incompetent ones who have no means of self-appeal. I leave work at 6:30 every day.”
Well, it wasn't my business what you thought of overtime.
Han Sang-Cheol continued, leaning his waist forward slightly.
“In Geumyang Group, all those who leave work later than me must write down a reason for overtime, and if it's not an appropriate reason, they submit a letter of apology.”
Once again, with a trickling sound, the amber liquid filled Han Sang-Cheol's glass.
“Needing more time to handle work means that an individual's capability is not suited for that position. In that case, there is no reason to keep them in that seat, is there?”
He was putting it indirectly, but it meant that those who did too much overtime were actually fired in Geumyang Group.
Naturally, not doing overtime didn't mean one wouldn't be fired unconditionally either.
One had to not do overtime, and yet produce results.
What a difficult gentleman.
“Let's set aside this old man's nonsense for now, so why did you come to visit?”
“I think I need to stay at the Playchip Hotel in Hongcheon. I need a plausible reason.”
At my words, Han Sang-Cheol clicked his tongue.
“My anniversary is not far off. I think I have a rough idea of what you want to say.”
Han Sang-Cheol stroked his chin and took a sip of the liquor.
“It's none of my business why you guys have to crawl into the Playchip Hotel. But what you can do for me in exchange for that, that is my business.”
“I agree.”
The moment I was about to say something, Han Sang-Cheol raised his hand slightly.
“President Jo Wonhoon.”
I was momentarily dazed by the word that suddenly popped out and looked at Han Sang-Cheol.
Why was the President's name suddenly popping up here?
There seemed to be no reason at all for that name to come out.
Thinking for a moment, I opened my mouth.
“Is he getting in the way of making money?”
At my words, Han Sang-Cheol burst into laughter and then struck the sofa armrest hard.
Then he stopped laughing abruptly.
“He simply doesn't listen. He's not a bastard who can be reined in. Rather, he would try to rein me in if anything.”
This was interesting.
Hearing that story, the fountain of creativity was gushing in my head too?
So our Geumyang Group Chairman needed a necklace to put on President Jo Wonhoon's neck, or a knife to cut President Jo Wonhoon's neck.
Let's see.
What would be good to say first.
“Recently... well, some time has passed to call it recent. Anyway, are you aware of the situation that occurred in the foreign residential area?”
“Of course. I heard you had a role in it. Why that all of a sudden.”
I said in an implicit tone.
“I suspect it was the government that led that situation.”
At that moment, Han Sang-Cheol's eyes shone.
It wasn't the twinkling eyes of a dog or a cat, but a flash like the eyes of a lion with a delicious rabbit in front of it.
“Look here, Hunter Yoo Chan-seok. Suspicion is not enough. You know that, right?”
“That's why you have to cooperate at the Playchip Hotel.”
Blue Wrench was trying to traffic black ore to China.
And the source of the black ore was the Descendants of Dangun or the Korean government.
“If we produce results this time, we might be able to uncover the connection between the recent situation in the foreign residential area and the Korean government. Well, it's been a little while to call it recent.”
“What do you mean by 'might be able to,' man.”
I frowned slightly at Han Sang-Cheol's retort.
“There's only one thing in life that's one hundred percent certain. That everyone dies.”
No matter how much you pester me, I have no intention of saying it's one hundred percent certain.
I might look into it and a connection point with the Descendants of Dangun might pop out, or they might have successfully hidden it so well that we can't find a link.
But you're asking for a definitive answer here?
A definitive answer is directly linked to responsibility, and I have no intention of taking responsibility for that too.
“Isn't the issue the value of the possibility.”
The probability of obtaining evidence that there is a connection between the government and the collective mutation in the foreign residential area.
And the gain that can be obtained when that evidence is secured.
I stared at Han Sang-Cheol.
“It's a simple calculation if you try to calculate it simply, right? Since multiplying the gain by the probability gives the expected value.”
If you think that expected value is at a satisfactory level, you just have to accept the deal.
“What if I say I don't want to?”
“I'll try to persuade you somehow, and if I think I can't make it work, I'll have to find another way.”
It's difficult to give a definitive answer.
I'm not an omnipotent god either.
Han Sang-Cheol let out a groan and adjusted his sitting posture.
“Playchip Hotel has no ties with Geumyang Group.”
Geumyang Group has its own hotel brands.
“Do you know what it means to hold a ceremony for achieving the number one market capitalization for Geumyang Group at a hotel owned by another company?”
“Isn't it not that there are no ties with the Playchip Hotel? Since you were one of the contractors.”
I knew too.
Honestly, this was me being stubborn.
But it wasn't a stubbornness without a reason.
The conclusion would be divided depending on how much of a thorn in the eye Han Sang-Cheol considered President Jo Wonhoon to be.
What will you do, Chairman Han Sang-Cheol.
After rubbing his eyes for a moment like that, Han Sang-Cheol opened his mouth.
“We'll hold the Geumyang Group anniversary event for reaching number one in market capitalization at the Playchip Hotel.”
“Thank you.”
I was about to get up and leave, but Han Sang-Cheol stopped me, then expressed his opinion on what had to be done at the Playchip Hotel, and I was impressed after hearing Han Sang-Cheol's story.
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