I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family
Chapter 250: 18+

The current investment amount, as you've mentioned, is about 3.7 trillion won. Additionally, around 4 trillion won is pending contract execution, and negotiations for another 2 trillion won of investments are underway.

Even just being around, I seem to attract reports and updates from all over, serving as a kind of educational experience just by listening.

It allows me to naturally teach what I am doing, what businesses I'm involved in, and what I'm planning.

Seo Aram listened intently with sparkling eyes to the reports I received.

"Is it faster or slower than expected... Are these investments you're talking about already on the market?" "Yes, most are structured that way, and among the companies you mentioned, contracts have been signed with a total of 13 that have not yet been established. However, the reports indicate there was a lot of suspicion during the proposal process, wondering how they knew to start a company."

How did I know? I knew because I saw the future.

"So, what did you do?" "We just sold the name of the Koryo Group." "Hmm."

Skeptical yet convinced by the mention of the Koryo Group, they nodded and signed.

Anyone thinking of starting a company would surely show it, and a group like the Koryo Group would be expected to catch such things.

"Keep an eye on the investments, and keep proposing to those who rejected. Keep proposing, even if they refuse, until they accept." "Understood."

I cannot tolerate them refusing my money. If they plan to do business in Incheon and reject my investment? Then obviously, they can't do business.

"Regarding the television station you mentioned earlier, it seems that purchasing one is difficult due to the laws, and you would need to establish a new one." "First, it was the prison, now I have to build a TV station too?"

Soo-ah passed over some documents with a troubled look.

"Um... There's a category tied by the 'Chaebol Special Law', including one called the 'Law to Prevent Monopolies for the Protection of Freedom of the Press.' You cannot own a broadcasting station that has already grown to a significant size. Similarly, after establishing and growing one to a meaningful size, you would have to sell it to a non-chaebol entity." "Why." "Because you're a chaebol." "What the..."

Disbelieving, I snatched the documents Soo-ah was holding. It really explicitly marked 'chaebol' status.

Is this how they discriminate in a democratic country? ❀ ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) Aren't all people supposed to be equal?

"What exactly are the criteria for a chaebol? What legal criteria are they looking at for chaebols?" "Regardless of the criteria, wouldn't you qualify sufficiently?" "... "

Speechless, I glanced at Soo-ah and rifled through the documents.

"What kind of law is this? Shinmirae Daily is fine?" "It's specific to broadcasting stations." "Huh. They really made a stupid law." "It's a law that's been in place for 40 years... It's been quite controversial in legal circles."

I folded the documents and handed them back to Soo-ah.

"Is there no other way?" "Perhaps you could start a new station and, after growing it sufficiently, sell it to Snow White." "Is that legally okay?" "As long as you're not a chaebol, there are no restrictions on your status." "Hmm."

Snow White is wholly owned by Snow White. While she may be a knight in service to me, her legal status is that of a free person, not a chaebol, thus without ownership restrictions.

'Maybe this is actually advantageous?'

Knighthood as a method of ownership is something only someone from the Go family could employ. The knight is a creation of the Militaris, and the only entity they absolutely must serve is our owner family.

In this way, the Koryo Group could circumvent the Chaebol Special Law to own anything, whether broadcasting stations or otherwise, while other chaebols who try to use other people face complex risk management issues.

"Then let's proceed in that direction." "Understood."

The reports continued until we arrived at the Namdong Industrial Complex. While listening to the secretaries' reports and issuing commands, I also took time to explain things to Aram.

Although it's the secretaries' job, conveying my thoughts directly with clear and precise wording is the fastest and most efficient method.

Luckily, Seo Aram picked it up quickly.

"We've arrived, sir."

Returning to the Namdong Industrial Complex after a long time, there were significant changes. The number of police had greatly increased with the deployment of police forces from the Namdong District Police Department, and the number of AVs and heavy machinery had also noticeably increased.

Besides my own reconstruction projects, decent temporary structures had been erected in other areas. Judging by the embedded marks and fluttering flags, it seemed that offices had been set up by the police, prosecution, city council, and standing committees to handle related affairs.

"This is the famous Namdong Industrial Complex. The plan is to bulldoze everything and rebuild from scratch. And for your information, I own 100% of it. Not a single pyeong left out." "Wow... This is that famous hell..."

Seo Aram gazed out the window in awe. Fires were still burning in places, and some gangs were resisting, but from the sky, everything was clearly visible.

"I'm going to turn this place into the most expensive land in Incheon." "Hell into the most expensive land...! Just like my life..."

Moved, Seo Aram murmured as the AV landed and the doors opened, her face set with determination. A peculiar fellow, hard to read.

As we stepped out, dozens of people came to greet us. Naturally, the people from my reconstruction project were there, along with Namdong District Police Chief Do Yoon-jung, Special Participant Kwang Seok-jin from headquarters, and the highest-ranking officials from various party offices belonging to the Incheon City Council, the prosecution, and the standing committees.

They all bowed nearly 90 degrees to me, like gangsters.

"Why are you all out here? It's cold."

After casually acknowledging the representatives and exchanging handshakes and pleasantries, I went over to Do Yoon-jung. Other than myself, she was the most powerful person here, commanding tens of thousands of police officers.

"It's been a while, sir." "That it has."

Reflexively, I felt a surge as I approached her. Unforgettable indeed. And it was especially potent today since I hadn't had my morning sex because I was taking care of Seo Aram.

Maybe I should have gotten a blowjob before coming.

"Chief, are there many spoils?" "Ah? Oh... yes! We're sorting everything by type as it comes in. Most of the good stuff has already been taken. It might be better if you see for yourself, shall I guide you?"

Do Yoon-jung looked at me with a suggestive glance. Kwang Seok-jin appeared uncomfortable.

'From her reaction, it seems like no significant items have turned up.'

It seems like Do Yoon-jung would have made a fuss if there was something extraordinary like a burning rose, but it appears there isn't.

Still, it's only been about half a month, so there's no need to feel disappointed.

"I would appreciate it if you could show me. Ah, and it's good to see you, Special Commissioner Kwang Seok-jin. It's been a while. Let's go together."

I extended my hand to the man standing idly by. He reluctantly shook my hand with an uncomfortable expression.

"...It's Kwang Seok-jin. Sir." "How are things going with the collaboration with the Namdong District folks?" "...It's going well."

We made small talk as we headed to the police-led reconstruction command center. Given the destination, police were literally everywhere along the way.

It seemed like thousands were in sight, and I wondered if this level of deployment was really sustainable for maintaining security in Namdong District. Is it even allowed to deploy so many?

"You've deployed quite a lot of forces." "Of course. The Namdong Industrial Complex needs to stabilize quickly and function properly so we can ensure the public interest and safety of our Namdong District residents." "I agree."

Do Yoon-jung constantly flattered me by my side, ringing like a bell, ready to give away her guts and gizzards. I heard that she's quite taciturn and unexpressive by nature, and only acts this obsequious in front of me.

Even such a person turns into a born sycophant in my presence.

'The protagonist himself.'

The spoils and items farmed by the police were stacked in a container building a little distance from the reconstruction command center.

They weren't just thrown together; they were reasonably well displayed.

'...As expected, nothing exceptional.'

I took a quick look and then left.

"Please send these items directly to the business site. I'll pay for them as we go."

While mostly junk, if managed and cleaned properly, some items could look presentable. Since there's also a museum, creating a new item category for display might be a good idea.

Artifacts, cultural relics, and various mysterious, valuable, and meaningful items would be exhibited. Wouldn't spoils cleared from the former biggest dumpsite in South Korea, the Namdong Industrial Complex, have some value to display?

After briefly inspecting the items,

I had a lot to collaborate on with the police, so we held a three-way meeting for a couple of hours. Namdong District Police Chief Do Yoon-jung and Kwang Seok-jin from the Incheon Autonomous Police Headquarters.

From the perspective of acquiring Namdong District, there's endless discussion to be had with these two.

Kwang Seok-jin occasionally threw a wrench in the works from the headquarters' perspective, asking if things were too tilted in my favor, but overall, the conversation was smooth.

It was when I stepped outside to smoke a cigarette. Kwang Seok-jin also came out and hesitated, watching me.

"Do you smoke?" "...Yes." "My cigarettes are quite good. Have one."

He hesitated as he looked at the cigarette I offered. My secretaries stepped aside to give him room.

He took the cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

"This one costs about 1 million won each." "Cough!" "If you want, I can arrange to provide you a pack every day. Our Special Commissioner Kwang Seok-jin, you're working so hard in such a harsh place, you should at least smoke something decent." "Cough, hack,"

Apparently, the price of 1 million won per cigarette shocked him. Of course, it was a bluff. There's no way a cigarette could cost 1 million won—it's just a metaphorical expression.

He kept coughing, his eyes slightly bloodshot.

"Uh, ahem..."

He seemed about to say something but then just took another drag of the cigarette. After a long silence, he suddenly asked.

"May I ask you something?" "Yes." "Why do you keep calling me Kwang Seok-jin? It's not a name that's easy to confuse." "Ah. That."

I took a drag of my cigarette.

"Just curious." "Excuse me?" "I was wondering when you would realize."

I crushed the cigarette under my foot and looked at Kwang Seok-jin.

"When will you realize that when I call you Kwang Seok-jin, you become Kwang Seok-jin?"

Kwang Seok-jin looked at me as if I were insane.