I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 209

‘Aside from the scale being a bit underwhelming, this is flawless.’

And I wasn’t saying that just because I was the one who did it.

Even from an objective standpoint, what I had accomplished was fucking insane.

"I need to emphasize that my starting point was just a trillion won in cash. And the stock investment win—since it’s only happened once so far, people might write it off as a fluke. No matter what, that impression is inevitable, so don’t overplay it. I’ll prove it again later."

"Understood, Master."

"But we need to imply it. Subtly link our movements to the rise in Real Production’s stock price. Something like—‘The special investigation completely wrecked Incheon’s entertainment industry, causing entertainment stocks to crash, and the money that pulled out of that sector happened to flow into Real Production, which was on an upward trend at the time.’"

That wasn’t even a lie.

Analysts had actually reached that conclusion.

Just planting that little what if? into people’s minds would be more than enough.

"And that same special investigation is what allowed ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) Koryo Entertainment to rise as a major agency with over a thousand entertainers, right? Tie that in as well. I need to create the impression that all of this was calculated."

I continued coaching my secretaries.

I wasn’t exactly an expert. If anything, they might handle this even better than I could, so I made sure to hear their opinions too.

The goal of this New Year’s briefing was simple:

To leave a damn good impression on my grandfather and aunts.

Sure, the event would be packed with distant relatives, executives, directors, and all sorts of other figures.

But should I tailor my presentation to satisfy them?

Nope.

The world they lived in was completely different from mine.

The only people who really mattered were my grandfather and my aunts.

They were the ones holding the real power in the group.

Winning their approval and permanently engraving the name Go Muyeol into their heads was what truly mattered.

‘Not as junkie Go Muyeol, but as ambitious Go Muyeol.’

That was the reason I made a habit of checking in with them regularly.

"Take a break. We’ll reconvene in an hour."

"Understood."

"Alright... We’ve got the performance report nailed down. Now we just need the plan for next year."

So, what would Go Muyeol do in 2077?

The simple answer—

I’d either push forward with the projects I was already running or bring them to completion.

First, I’d finalize the establishment of the special correctional corporation and immediately begin constructing the prison in Muyeol Land.

Even if I had to pour in extra manpower and resources, I’d aim to complete the core facilities within six months.

After a two-month setup period, we’d start accepting inmates around August.

The business objective of the special correctional corporation?

Something vague, like contributing to the normalization of Incheon’s public safety.

Beyond that, there were plenty of other things to include in the presentation.

I had my hands in too many projects.

"But the most important one... is still Namdong Industrial Complex."

Honestly, I could just present this and call it a day.

That’s how critical it was.

But because of that, it also required the longest time frame and the most preparation.

So, in reality, there weren’t that many concrete milestones I could present.

For now, I’d focus on completing the restoration of the core district, finalizing the integrated headquarters' design and approvals, and ensuring that construction on the headquarters would begin by December at the latest.

‘Looking at it like this, it really is slow as fuck...’

Still, the good thing was that thanks to technological advancements, actual construction could be completed quickly.

In fact, the design and approval process might take longer than the building itself.

If I could somehow speed through that phase, the headquarters wouldn’t just start construction in December—it could be completed by then.

‘The key factor is the district chief’s by-election in April.’

Everything related to the Namdong Industrial Complex hinged on that.

If I could either buy out the district chief or install my own person in the seat, approvals and permits would be issued instantly, and construction would move at lightning speed.

But as of now, the current district chief was already on the verge of political death after I beat the shit out of him, and the acting chief—who belonged to the Progressive Reform Party—was plugging his ears and refusing to listen.

So for now, I was only able to push things forward through Kim Eun-ji and the Public Safety Recovery Committee.

‘In April, I need to get my own district chief elected and replace every single key position under them. That’s the only way I can make things happen this year.’

For now, I’d officially announce December as the projected construction start date, while internally, I’d move as fast as possible.

If I publicly declared something ambitious like, "We will complete the integrated headquarters' construction and officially kickstart Namdong’s redevelopment within the year!" and then failed to deliver, it’d only backfire.

It was smarter to set a conventional timeline for the official announcement and quietly fast-track things behind the scenes.

‘And next...’

Should I introduce RK-99?

It was a fucking nuclear-level cheat code.

If I couldn’t guarantee control over it, I should never reveal it prematurely.

But after dealing with Go Minyeong and Go Minji, my concerns had eased quite a bit.

Still, I couldn’t completely let my guard down.

If I managed to knock down one more aunt and one more older sister, then I’d start preparing for its public release.

Until then, I’d unveil intermediate products like RK-66 and RK-55 to establish Muyeol Chemicals' presence first.

‘So this presentation’s main highlights will be Namdong Industrial Complex, Muyeol Finance, and Muyeol Chemicals.’

I jotted down my thoughts, blending them into a spoken explanation for my secretaries.

They listened intently, nodding along.

"Make it happen."

"Understood."

****

December 31st.

The day of reckoning had finally arrived.

Wait, isn’t the real day of reckoning January 1st?

Yeah, but you had to be there in advance.

Would it be proper to show up on the day when all the elders were gathering? That’d just be rude.

I started prepping hard from the morning, making sure everything was set for my departure to Pyongyang. Then, I did one final check.

Performance report.

New year’s goals.

New year’s resolutions.

All of it, perfect.

"Hmm. Good. This’ll do."

By the time I was done, it was already noon.

We all gathered at the dining hall, ate just enough to not go hungry, and then left immediately.

— Hey.

On the way, I sent Go Minji a message.

— I’m looking forward to it.

— Don’t disappoint me.

— Got it?

— ㅗ

Cute.

She’d lost her bite.

If it were yesterday, that single middle finger emoji would’ve been spammed in multiples.

Was she nervous?

— By the way, are you on your way?

— I just left.

— I’m already in Pyongyang,

— You slow-ass motherfucker.

— For the lowest-ranking piece of shit in the family,

— You sure are late as hell.

— Why the hell are we ranking each other within the family?

— And I told you already,

— I’m your dad.

— We should get a third party to settle this once and for all.

— You crazy bastard.

— Go ahead, do it.

— The moment you bring that up,

— That woman is gonna beat your ass into the dirt.

— Who?

— Me?

— Minyeong?

— She’d hit me?

— Wow.

— You’re calling her by name now?

— Fucking ridiculous.

— You’ve gotten so full of yourself.

— But seriously,

— What if Minyeong tells you

— To call me "Dad"?

— What do you mean "what if"?

— I’d kill you

— And run.

— Bullshit.

— ㅗ

— Like a low-tier slut who can’t even go a few days without dick has any room to talk.

— Same old repertoire.

— Don’t you ever get tired of this?

— You really got nothing to say except "slut pussy"?

— Small dick bastard.

— Come on now, you know my dick ain’t small.

— Pfft, it’s tiny as fuck.

— Doesn’t even feel like anything’s inside when you’re fucking.

— Damn, the gaslighting is insane.

— If you’re so pissed,

— Come prove it then.

— Bet it’s so small I won’t even feel a thing.

This bitch.

Not too long ago, when we were having phone sex, she was whining about how it was too big, and now she was talking like this?

Fucking brat.

It was so Go Minji.

I kept chatting with her for a bit, then made sure to check in with the rest of the family.

Surprisingly, most of them were already there.

‘Damn... I really am the last one to arrive.’

A bit of a shock.

I thought I had left early enough!

Well, at least with an AV, I’d get there in no time.

****

The weather was great today.

From the sky, the sprawling Pyongyang skyline stretched endlessly, ultra-high-rise buildings rising like a futuristic dream.

Even the buildings at the horizon’s edge were crystal clear.

The whole view was breathtaking.

And that wasn’t all.

We were approaching Taeyang Palace, and the number of AVs around was insane.

It felt like every AV in the entire Korean Peninsula was gathering here.

"There’s a ridiculous number of cars too."

If the sky was packed, then obviously the roads were no different.

The highways leading to Taeyang Palace looked like an ant colony—endless streams of vehicles packed the roads, and droves of people were pouring out of them, all heading toward the palace.

‘Thank fuck I’m a Go.’

There was no way I was pushing through that crowd.

Instead, I breezed in comfortably using the private AV pad.

And inside, I immediately spotted a familiar face.

"Oh? Minjia?"

"!"

A weary-looking Minjia was making her way through the hall with her entourage.

It had been a while.

I wondered how she’d been.

"Ah—D-Do...Doryeonnim...!"

She spotted me and quickly walked over, not quite running but hurrying her steps.

The clicking of her heels got closer, and as soon as she reached me, she bowed at a full ninety-degree angle.

And just like that, the entire group she was leading followed suit, all bowing in unison.

It felt like some kind of mafia greeting.

‘Why the hell does she have so many people with her?’

Most of us only brought executives along, but Minjia’s group looked to be at least thirty to forty people strong.

‘Well, I guess that makes sense. She’s from one of the real branch families.’

Recently, she had completely taken over Daejin Group—the company that went against me and got their entire family wiped out.

Compared to that, my Koryo Entertainment was nothing.