Alex followed Woosungâs order and the profit they made was incredible.
Alex called Woosung in excitement, âBoss, itâs done. Do you know how much we made this time?â
Woosung replied evenly, âAbout 15 billion dollars?â
âHahaha, 18.5 billion dollars actually.â
âWow, really? 3 billion dollars more?â
âLiam helped me this time. He is good. It must be his experience at the hedge fund. I was going to sell a little earlier, but he encouraged me to wait a little longer and thatâs how we made an extra 3 billion dollars.â
âSo Liam did great.â
âYup. He deserves a bonus.â
âAlright. I will think about it.â
âGood. Now, should I put the money into stocks and real estates again?â
âAmazon and Apple. Real estates in New York, please. Keep 50% of it in cash.â
âSo we will have total cash of 14 billion dollars.â
âI have something I need to buy and it will be expensive.â
âIt will cost 14 billion dollars?â
âHaha, possibly more.â
***
The news of Fukushima shocked Korea.
âTravel to Japan banned for now.â
âAny imports from Japan to be closely examined.â
Slowly, the news about Daeyang disappeared and replaced by the tragedy in Japan.
The government announced its focus on the safety of Korean nuclear plants.
Woosung murmured in frustration, âItâs so obvious that they want to bury the Daeyang situation.â
Jang Gwangchul replied, âThe public gets tired of the same news anyway. By the way, is the Japan situation what you dreamt about?â
âSomething like it. I saw explosions, people in despair, and so on.â
âAnd that is why you sent the Red Angels?â
Many TV channels covered a live stream of Red Angelâs saving people. On the uniforms of these rescue agents were KND logos. The photos of the rescues reached the world and had a great marketing effect.
Woosung nodded and replied, âYes, and thatâs why I had them ready for it. I hope they all return safely.â
âSo how much did you actually make?â
Woosung answered honestly, âOver 10 billion dollars.â
Jang Gwangchul gaped in shock.
â10, 10 billion? Did you say 10 billion?â
âHaha, why are you so shocked? This isnât the first time we made this much money.â
Jang Gwangchul jumped. âSo much money! Just how rich are you planning to be?â
Woosung grinned and joked, âMaybe trillion?â
âT⦠trillion?â
âHaha, at this rate, donât you think itâs possible?â
âBill Gates is worth 100 billion dollars, so you think you will have 10 times more than him?â
âYup. So you just focus on taking over Daeyang and donât worry about the money.â Woosung took a deep breath and continued, âShift in focus to Japan is a good chance for us. I donât think we can take down Daeyang completely right now. We just have to do as much damage as possible.â
Jang Gwangchul nodded firmly.
***
11 pm.
Woosung visited his Bitmain office. It was time to entice Choi Gichul into getting involved in this business. Woosung collected enough bitcoins to control the cryptocurrency market and Daeyang was failing. Woosung was ready.
When he entered the office, Jung Jinsup was alone, working late into the night. Woosung grinned. This reminded of the hard time he had while working at Bitmain in his previous life. He used to go home past midnight.
Woosung wanted Jung Jinsup to experience the same agony. No personal life. Only work for a meager wage.
He approached Jung Jinsup and asked, âSir, you are still working?â
Jung Jinsup turned around. His skin was rough and his lips were cracking. His eyes were half closed from fatigue.
âI will, but I have a lot of work left to do. We have so many users now.â
âBut itâs past 11 pm now. You are working too hard.â
âItâs my job.â
âFinish it tomorrow. Letâs go for a drink. I have something to tell you.â
âD⦠drink?â Jung Jinsupâs eyes widened.
âYes. I was able to talk to my mentor recently and I want to tell you something.â
âR, really?â
âYes. My mentor knows your hard work as well. Oh and you are friends with Daeyangâs Choi Gichul, right? Do you still talk to him?ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âI do but⦠not often because of my situation.â
âWhy donât you call him right now? The three of us can go for a drink. I have something I want to tell Choi Gichul about Daeyang too.â
âIt might be better for you to callâ¦â
âHaha, as you know, things between Choi Gichul and I are a bit strained due to the recent development. If you arrange this, I will owe you.â
Jung Jinsup nodded reluctantly. âAlright. I will try calling him.â
âThen letâs go.â
âUm⦠I want to go, but⦠Could you let your friend know itâs you who is asking me to go? I still have a lot of work left to do and if they are not done, I might get in troubleâ¦â
âHaha, alright. I will take care of it.â
Woosung grinned.
***
Woosung took Jung Jinsup to a bar called Venetian. It was a Greek-themed place where the waitresses wore sexy togas.
Jung Jinsup exclaimed, âThis is awesome!â
âI havenât been a good friend to you lately. I will do better.â
âHaha, itâs okay. You are busy. Oh, and Choi Gichul just texted me and he said heâll come. He might be a little late though.â
âHaha, good. Why donât we start without him then?â
Jung Jinsup drank heavily. He became red quickly and groped women constantly. Woosung watched in distaste while barely drinking himself. The only reason for arranging this meeting was to meet Choi Gichul.
2 am.
Finally, Choi Gichul walked in.
Woosung stood up and greeted him, âHaha, long time no see.â
Choi Gichul frowned. âYes, President Kang.â
Behind Choi Gichul, Choi Taemin followed.
âHaha, nice to see you again President Kang. Gichul said there is a good party so I followed him.â
Woosung took his hand and laughed. âGreat! There was something I wanted to tell you too.â