#5
the Great Ocean Group.
The group, which developed into a heavy and chemical industry, has developed into a huge business group and is now a representative Korean chaebol company that has been rotten to the core and is about to pass down three generations.
Han Cheon-taek, now chairman of the Daeyang Group. He had two sons.
The eldest son was ambitious and had good abilities. The problem is his second son. He lacked ability but was naturally characterized. He is a typical Buddhist monk who is violent and manipulative, hates tough things and pursues only pleasure.
However, if you were born into a family of rich people, you would definitely not be a 汗黨 or a person who does not sweat. It is the duty of the chaebol family to be freed from the pain of labor and to manage their wealth well.
However, the second child, Han Ji-woon, lacked even that ability.
I was just busy playing and eating, not having a halo around my house on my back. I graduated from a prestigious university in the U.S. on such a subject. How?
If you have money, you can do it. There are ways to transfer to a college, and there are ways to donate money to admission. If you are a bit smart, you can add a teacher to pour in knowledge. There are many other tricks, but there are three more normal ways.
Han Ji-woon went into an expedient, but he got into a prestigious university in the United States anyway.
People who don't know anything about it say, "Wow!" But that's a stupid response. The truth is different. Chairman Han even used expedient methods to give his son the envy of others.
Han Ji-woon thought it was purely his 'ability'.
Meeting your parents well is also an ability.
In the past, people who don't know the subject used to be flabbergasted, but not these days.
Now, more and more people accept favorably parts that do not require their efforts, such as innate wealth and appearance. There is an atmosphere of favor and worship for such power.
It is a desirable phenomenon.
Even when Han Cheon-taek was young, the whole nation did not know where he was and had a vain hope such as 'I can become rich!' There was hope, so he imposed a stricter standard on those who had it.
"Who are you to accumulate such wealth? Is that fair?"
Han Cheon-taek thought it was jealousy. If it's not you, I can go there. I can't go because you're there!
jealousy burning as if one's body were burning.
They are stupid people.
It was different these days. Around Han Ji-woon's generation, people have now given up hope. They just adapted. It's a desirable change. Yes, we should accept it. Human beings are classified from birth.
It's become a desirable look.
Han was satisfied with the changing society and devoted himself to business. However, Han Ji-woon, the second son who inherited his blood, was the one who always hindered him from wanting to focus on business.
This fool got into an accident when he yelled. Hit people, hit women, drank and fought, took drugs, gambled. All kinds of thugs were played. All the problems were covered by a halo of the house.
He's my son, so I can't help it.
He was willing to be his shield even though he kicked his tongue. Anyway, the successor has the eldest son. So, Han Ji-woon's act was also treated with aegyo.
It wasn't aegyo at all for the people who got caught up in it.
Then the second one died. He was on drugs somewhere in Gangnam. He was killed. I couldn't even recognize his face how badly he had been beaten. A plump face. Broken teeth. Heavy blood.
He beat his son's secretary for breaking his bones when he first heard the news. It's a crime he didn't know until his owner became like that. Dereliction of duty!
The next target is the guy who manages the place where his son stayed last. It's him.
"Mr. Chairman."
Park Ki-young, the leader of the high-profile drug gang, knelt down and tightened his head. Han Cheon-taek, who had no expression on his face, was verbally trampling Park on the head.
Nevertheless, Park Ki-young clenched her teeth and held on.
If you don't hold out, you'll die.
"Hey."
"Yes."
He answered desperately, holding on with his forehead. Chairman Han Cheon-taek covered up the case. The son's cause of death was moderately decided as an "accidental death" and a death certificate was manipulated by the hospital. It was because he hoped that his son's last would not get dirty because it was associated with the "drug" party.
I also consulted with the families of the bandits I was with. They were willing to cooperate because they knew their honor. It took a lot of money and power. It was overflowing at that time, so it didn't matter at all.
"What kind of guy is he?"
Han gave strength to his feet.
Squeeze- Squeeze-
They were all old and old, but Park resisted with strength in her neck. That's how she can keep talking.
"Yo, these days, I'm a crazy guy who's been carrying gang members. It's called 'Pikachu', and people supporting people with an electric shocker or something, he's a crazy guy."
"Electric shocker?"
Chairman Han's foot has lost strength. You believe in that and carry around the gang?
Han took the upper seat and sat down. Originally, Park smashed his subordinates and sat there looking down to enjoy power. In Japan, too, with its colorful decorations and walls hanging on the wall. Han seemed shallow, but Park had a lot of tastes.
Park Ki-young racked his brains to focus the chairman's anger on Pikachu.
"He's been going around Seoul for a few years. I used to hunt criminals, but at some point, I touched the organizations one by one, and there are already more than 10 gang members who have disappeared in his hands."
"Do you go around alone?"
"Yes, yes. I walk alone and beat them all up with my ghostly skills. I always turn off the electricity before I break in. I wear a hoodie and a mask."
Park patted his forehead and confessed what he knew. Han was deep in thought while patting his chin.
What a madman who imitates Batman.
a man hungry for violence and blood.
"If you catch a gangster? Do you take money?"
"Yes, I do."
Huh. Are you robbing a gang because you're in need of money? You're just a strong thief. What about Batman? Chairman Han scowled a contemptuous face.
"But I don't think that's what he uses. Rumor has it that after gangster money is stolen, it's like a nursery school or a scholarship foundation, but suddenly an anonymous donor sends me money.···"
"Is that so?"
Chairman Han's assessment has changed. "Hmmm,··· Is it a belief type?" "Does he think he is Hong Gil-dong?" But that's not important.
Chairman Han thought about how to deal with him.
"Did you leave him alone? Are you guys pushovers?"
"There was a thought that the victim was an idiot, and if the organization disappeared, wouldn't the interest increase? Hehe, there were more people who liked it."
Trash. Yeah, I'm more scared of you guys holding hands with each other.
"Are you saying there was no incentive (誘因) to kill?"
Chairman Han gritted his teeth with a lively eye.
"I bet a bounty on his neck."
"What?"
"Trash, don't let me say it twice. I'll bet a bounty. You understand?"
Park Ki-young knelt on his knees and shook his head.
"Yes, yes. A bounty. Yes."
"It's 500 million."
"500 million won?"
"Yeah. If you bring a body, 1 billion. If you bring it alive, 1.5 billion."
"15 billion, 1.5 billion, and!"
There is a custom in Korea where 1 billion won to 1.5 billion won seems to be little because of the severe increases. But cool-headedly, when you count the numbers, it is a staggering number. Korea's median income for 21 years was 31.74 million won.
One billion won can be raised only by spending about 32 million won and saving about 32 years. 1.5 billion is about 47 years.
Park Ki-young, who runs an organization in Gangnam, also makes quite a lot of money, but he can't throw that much money all at once. Is it that expensive to kill a person? The reality is that if you ask life downstream in the back alley to kill, it usually costs only 3 million won. 1.5 billion won?
Park Ki-young's eyes were stained with greed.
Han, who offered the price, laughed at his greed with a wry smile, but it doesn't matter if he brought him.
"Make a name for yourself. I'll give you money if you colonel him in front of me."
"Yes, yes. I'll keep that in mind, Mr. Chairman."
"The deadline is only three months. If you don't find it, you. You're dead first, okay?"
Han chuckled in a lively voice.
"Yes, yes!"
Park bows his head and bounces on the floor. Han got up from his seat smirking. He took a look around the room with his bodyguards and left the room. Park exhaled a sigh.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa"
You've barely gone, that damn old man.
Park Ki-young sat down grumbling. This is where Chairman Han sat just before. He naturally returned to his seat and took out a cigarette and asked.
"Brother, brother. Are you okay?"
Due to Han's bodyguards, who were pushed by him in an instant, the gang members failed to properly resist and were crushed. The gang members could not withstand the force of the heavily armed bodyguards who had mastered regular martial arts and were at the boundary between legal and illegal.
Park Ki-young's men, who were flirting, ran to him pretending to be worried.
Park Ki-young calmed down with a puff of cigarette smoke.
"Are you going to be all right, baby?"
He bruised for nothing and scanned his men with his axed eyes. Everyone cringed their necks when their eyes met.
"What did you say? Chairman Han?"
"What do you mean? Find the one who killed your child."
"You want me to find the one who killed you?"
"Yeah. If you don't, you're going to kill me. What should I do?"
Park Ki-young's nervous response made his men flinch again. Park Ki-young, reminiscent of a ferocious bear, was beaten by a larger beast and stood in full swing.
"Chairman Han made a reward. If you kill him and bring him back, it will be 1 billion won. If you bring him back alive, it will be 1.5 billion won."
"1.5 billion!"
The eyes of gang members flashed on greed. So did Park Ki-young.
"But if you die, it's terrible, so give it to other organizations. If you catch Pikachu, you can get a reward. The deadline is three months."
The men bowed their heads with restraint and shouted loudly.
"Yes, brother!"
"And, if my kids catch him, tell him that all the bounties will be on him. No, I'll give him an extra 200 million won. Got it?"
"Yes!"
From that day on, the "Kiyoung-Ipa" gang members, who run businesses and drug distribution in Gangnam, turned on their eyes and went around looking for Lee Ji-hoon. He's a crazy guy who hunts criminals. As long as he's in this industry, he's sure he'll meet him someday, and they grind his teeth.
Gangs in other neighborhoods also had their eyes lit while waiting for Lee Ji-hoon to come.
To them, Lee Ji-hoon was a golden goblin.
***
In fact, Lee Ji-hoon did not know such a fact.
He was in the neighborhood right next to his apartment in Seocho. It was a huge apartment complex, too. When he entered Kim Min-joon's house, his friend there.
He looked.
The sight of an adult man in his late 20s in a made suit dancing to strange animated music.