After meeting Han Sang-Cheol, we finished several days of preparations and arrived at the Playchip Hotel located in Hongcheon.
From the perspective of the Playchip Hotel, they must have been completely out of their minds right now.
They were already busy enough because of the auction hosted by Blue Wrench, and on top of that, Geumyang Group announced they would host their company's greatest anniversary at the Playchip Hotel.
However, even if they were frantic, they must have felt good.
Because it brought in money.
As soon as the car arrived at the hotel, all sorts of people, including reporters, rushed toward us.
I felt like the protagonist of The Walking Dead.
Amidst the crowd of people rushing in like zombies, I was looking at a large banner hanging beyond the window.
A banner for the auction hosted by Blue Wrench and a banner for the anniversary of Geumyang Group reaching the world's number one market capitalization were swaying in the blowing wind.
“Interest in the auction side seems high as well.”
“The rumors must have spread among the hunters by now.”
Han Sang-ah replied to my words while checking her face here and there with a hand mirror, then touched up her makeup slightly.
Jung Oh-hoon, who was watching that scene, said a word.
“You actually care about your appearance sometimes?”
Moreover, seeing her touch up her makeup while looking in the mirror, she looked quite skilled.
“It is a necessary situation. If the granddaughter of Geumyang Group participates in an anniversary event with her hair tied with a yellow rubber band in a tracksuit, it will cause a scandal. Actually, I don't know why that becomes a scandal, though.”
Tracksuit and a yellow rubber band.
Han Sang-ah did wander around like that when she was training.
Calling her a hunter was a nice way to put it, but seeing Han Sang-ah like that, she looked like an unemployed person wandering the neighborhood rather than a hunter.
But now she wore makeup, an elegant mini-dress, various accessories, and a pair of sparkling shoes.
If the price Han Sang-ah told me was true, she was currently wearing a house with a net area of 330 square meters on her body.
“But you did not wear earrings.”
“I am scared of piercing holes in my ears.”
She was scared of the strangest things.
Aren't being cut and torn part of a hunter's daily life?
Piercing ears is nothing painful compared to flesh being sliced or bones being broken.
Well, being scary and being painful were separate issues.
Meanwhile, Jung Oh-hoon, who was rustling around checking something, looked back and forth between me and Han Sang-ah.
“It seemed like there is not much for us to do in the event itself anyway.”
Reading the event schedule written in the pamphlet, what we had to do was too simple.
We just had to sit in our seats, smile, and clap.
In fact, even if we participated in a Geumyang Group internal event, there was no way there would be something like a task for us to do.
“Only the reporters will be excited.”
Jung Oh-hoon giggled at my words.
“If there is a good person, please introduce me~”
They were not reporters but complete matchmakers.
Well, our participation in a Geumyang Group internal event was already very interesting prey for reporters.
Of course, I had no intention of falling for it.
From the beginning, I planned to remain consistent with ignoring them no matter what stories the reporters told today.
I did not want to lose time to useless things.
There was much to do, and we only had four days.
“Please look over here!”
“What is the reason Headhunter participated in the Geumyang Group anniversary event this time?”
“Hunter Yoo Chan-seok, Hunter Han Sang-ah!”
Jung Oh-hoon wore a slightly sad expression.
“How is it that among all those people, there is not a single person showing interest in me.”
To such a Jung Oh-hoon, Han Sang-ah said a word as she walked by.
“Do you need attention? Take off your pants here.”
Hearing Han Sang-ah's words, I inadvertently let out a laugh.
If he took off his pants here and showed himself for about five minutes, he would certainly attract attention.
The reporters, who were running wild to get even a single answer from us, were settled in an instant when Geumyang Group's security team stepped forward, and there was a reason for that.
“He really shot him.”
Because despite the security team's restraint, one of the security guards fired a taser gun toward a reporter who was trying to squeeze through by force.
Seeing a person instantly stiffen and fall flat on the floor, no one had the courage to continue rushing in.
Jung Oh-hoon scratched his head after briefly looking at the reporter being carried away.
“I wonder if he will get sued for that.”
“It is meaningless even if he does. Because it is Geumyang Group.”
The situation was neatly settled with one electric shock, and we entered the hotel following the carpet spread on the floor.
The place where the anniversary event was hosted was the Diamond Hall on the second floor of the Playchip Hotel.
“Ah, you have arrived.”
As we arrived, Han Sang-Cheol, who was talking with people, approached us.
And he reached out his hand to me.
“It has been a while, Chairman.”
At my words, Han Sang-Cheol smiled slightly and nodded his head.
“Thank you for coming like this. You went through a lot of trouble while coming.”
Han Hoon and Han Soo-hee were also standing next to Han Sang-Cheol.
I greeted the two of them with a smile as well.
“Welcome. I was very worried whether you would come because it is an internal event, but thank you for taking the step.”
Han Soo-hee's tone was so soft that it was hard to compare it to when we met before.
However, I knew well that it was not because her image of me had improved.
One cannot spit on someone's face at an official event, after all.
“It is an honor to have you with us on Geumyang Group's special day.”
Han Hoon was the same.
But the moment their gazes turned toward Han Sang-ah, they were quite cold.
It seemed they were still keeping her in check.
“Ah, salami.”
Of course, Han Sang-ah did not care about such gazes at all and was picking out what she liked among the food prepared on one side and putting it on her plate.
Han Sang-ah seemed to have no particular thoughts, but Han Hoon and Han Soo-hee were still wary of her.
They were exactly like puppies barking at the moon reflected in the water.
Anyway, we ate quietly while listening to Strauss II's waltzes echoing in the banquet hall.
“It is delicious.”
Perhaps because it was a meal prepared for Geumyang Group's anniversary, the food was quite delicious.
Participation in the ceremony itself was merely a means to create an alibi from our perspective.
Spending time quietly, we listened to the story of how small Geumyang Group started and how grandly it changed, clapped, and took photos.
The event lasted about four hours and then concluded.
“From now on is the important part.”
We arrived at the guest room where we would be staying.
“But, is it okay for us to use the same room?”
Jung Oh-hoon asked Han Sang-ah.
The three of us share one guest room.
Even two rooms would’ve been a bit of a poor treatment.
However, Han Sang-ah wore an expression as if she did not understand.
“If I fight you, I win. I cannot beat Yoo Chan-seok anyway. If Yoo Chan-seok intends to rape me, can I stop him just because I sleep in a different room?”
Uh... I mean, that was true. That statement was a fact.
Han Sang-ah ordered a cup of coffee through room service, then sat on the sofa and pointed to the equipment prepared in the living room.
They were the devices prepared for the plan.
“Besides, if I am in a different room, I have to keep going back and forth because of this equipment, which is cumbersome.”
That opinion was also equally true.
Jung Oh-hoon nodded and leaned against the wall.
“Chairman Han Sang-Cheol enters the operation this evening, right?”
“Yeah. Honestly, I was very surprised.”
It was the plan Han Sang-Cheol proposed after we talked at his mansion.
I thought just arranging a meeting would be enough, but apparently Han Sang-ah's grandfather was a more unique character than I thought.
“Truly, he is quite the character.”
Han Sang-Cheol was scheduled to enter the junket room in question tonight.
“I wonder if there is anyone who can stop the Chairman of Geumyang Group when he says he wants to enter a junket room.”
We are hunters, and because gambling in casinos is prohibited, we cannot enter the junket rooms of Playchip Hotel no matter how much money we have.
But Han Sang-Cheol is different.
He has the money, and there is no reason he cannot enter.
He takes a GPS tracking chip used by hunters, enters the junket room in question, gambles a bit, and then subtly expresses his desire to make a black market deal.
When the opponent shows the prepared item, Han Sang-Cheol subtly attaches the tracking chip and then withdraws his intent to purchase.
Naturally, that trafficked item will return to the place where the smuggled goods are piled up through the secret passage.
Once the location for storing the trafficked items is specified, we just have to raid it.
“I don't know if he can pull it off well.”
If Chairman Han Sang-Cheol succeeds, we can specify the location of the trafficked items very quickly.
But if he fails, the alibi we prepared will also be suspected.
We came at the invitation of Chairman Han Sang-Cheol, but since Han Sang-Cheol was caught while pulling a trick, it was natural that the eyes of suspicion would reach us.
“If there are useful bastards among the trafficked items, I want to take some.”
“Just don't be too greedy.”
If there were useful items, we could sufficiently take one or two as additional rewards.
However, it would be necessary to modify them slightly before use so the original form cannot be recognized.
First, what we had to care about right now was Chairman Han Sang-Cheol's success.
* * *
Chairman Han Sang-Cheol brushed his hair back, dressed up, and leaned on his cane.
“Gambling, huh.”
He knew the gambling rules.
But the gambling Han Sang-Cheol had done was at most betting on a meal while playing League of Legends with friends.
In fact, he thought the very idea of winning money or breaking even while gambling was a problem.
It was similar to paying money to play games at a PC cafe and then going to the owner and asking for the money back.
Gambling is a game played after paying money.
He thought one should not think about getting a refund later.
“It will probably be something like baccarat anyway.”
There are two ways to get to the casino of the Playchip Hotel.
One is just entering through the main gate, and the other is taking the elevator prepared for VIPs and moving directly to the location where the junket rooms are situated.
“Chairman Han Sang-Cheol.”
Naturally, Han Sang-Cheol chose the second way.
In front of the elevator, the president who managed the junket room Han Sang-Cheol would head to was already waiting.
“I will escort you. However, before that...”
“Before that?”
Han Sang-Cheol slightly knitted his brows and tapped the floor lightly once with his cane.
-Thump! The sound echoed along the floor.
“We must perform a body search. There are security issues, and there could be cheating inside even if it is a junket room.”
Han Sang-Cheol then smoothed his face and replied softly.
“Is that so? If it is absolutely necessary, it must be done. If you think this Han Sang-Cheol would cheat because he is stingy about blowing only about 5 billion won.”
The seed money Han Sang-Cheol prepared for entering the junket room was 5 billion won.
“I have never received this kind of treatment even when I meet the President.”
Having finished speaking, Han Sang-Cheol spread both hands.
“Now, search me. I am being treated in such a ridiculous way over a small change I can earn while taking a nap.”
Han Sang-Cheol said to the junket room president with his arms spread.
“You are truly something. You seem to be a bastard who has absolutely nothing to fear in the world.”
Having heard that far, the president was visibly flustered.
A thunderous scolding fell from Han Sang-Cheol's mouth while he was watching that sight.
“What are you doing, man! Are you planning to keep an old man standing here in this state?!”
The rumors about Han Sang-Cheol were famous.
The success of Geumyang Group was built on countless companies that died under his touch.
He was an old monster of the business world who hovered between the realms of illegal and legal and devoured his opponents like a ghost.
If it was about drying up someone's funds to ruin and devour them, Han Sang-Cheol, standing before the junket room president right now, was the world's number one expert.
Han Sang-Cheol was quietly looking at the junket room president without saying much else.
And that was scary.
In a capitalist society, money is power.
The Han Sang-Cheol standing before his eyes right now was a monster that could never be defeated.
Even if Han Sang-Cheol just blew a single breath, he, standing before him, would be blown away without a trace.
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