I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 363
Click.
Go Youngman, having placed a black stone, tilted his head.
He’d placed it because it seemed right—but once it was down, he realized it wasn’t.
“...Haah. Damn. It’d be nice if you could tell at a glance, but it’s always only after going in that you find out.”
He clicked his tongue and picked up a white stone to respond.
A clean, fatal blow that cut off the black stone’s lifeline.
“Click, click, click. I may not know much else, but I swore I’d never be the kind of bastard who can’t eat when food’s handed to him.”
For the black side, just moments ago had been a golden chance to turn the tide.
But due to a misjudgment, it had been squandered in vain—there was nothing left but to sigh.
— Chairman, there’s a report for you. It’s regarding the Young Master.
“...?”
Go Youngman, absorbed in the game of Go, pushed the board aside without taking his eyes off it.
“Come in.”
The large doors opened, and the chief secretary stepped inside.
He bowed ninety degrees at the entrance once, then walked quickly up to Go Youngman.
He was slightly startled to see the board set aside while a game was in progress.
Go Youngman had never done this before—not once since he’d started playing Go.
Usually, he’d always be looking at the board, even during reports. More often than not, he wouldn’t even spare a glance away.
But now?
He’d already pushed the board aside before the secretary even entered.
As if this was something far more important...!
‘The Young Master... has already come to be favored this much...!!’
Granted, even from the perspective of someone who’d known about Go Muyeol for quite a while, what he was accomplishing now was undeniably impressive.
Though he had the group’s support, he’d started with a mere 100 billion won in cash, and had gradually expanded—now he’d nearly swallowed all of Incheon.
Even if the Chairman had helped at a critical moment, that didn’t diminish the results.
‘At this rate... a shift in the internal group structure may not be far off...!’
In the span of mere seconds, the chief secretary projected a vision spanning over a decade—but in truth, Go Youngman had simply been in a losing position on the board and used the interruption as an excuse to stop.
“So. What’s the matter?”
“Ah, first—Young Master reports that the Goddess Gala wrapped up successfully.”
“Hm.”
The chief handed over a file and added an explanation.
“Nearly every major figure in Incheon attended, especially from the political world.”
“So that brat Jia showed up too.”
“Yes. Lately, the Young Master and Miss Minji-ah have been in frequent contact. Corporate exchanges between their companies are active and fairly regular.”
The material from the secretary didn’t just include information on the gala. Various other intelligence was also compiled.
In particular, the section on the relationship between the collateral branch member Minji-ah and Go Muyeol spanned multiple pages.
“What sort of ‘exchange’?”
“Daejin Construction plans to oversee the full reconstruction of Namdong Industrial Complex, as well as the relocation of multiple public institutions into the district.”
“Isn’t rebuilding Namdong that bastard’s top priority?”
“Yes, it’s what the Young Master is most focused on.”
“Hmm... I see. Jia and Muyeol, huh.”
Go Youngman glanced at that section briefly before moving on.
The secretary continued accordingly.
“Currently, the core of the Young Master’s Incheon initiative seems to be the Association for Urging Restoration of Incheon Public Safety.”
“Incheon... what?”
“The Association for Urging Restoration of Incheon Public Safety.”
“What kind of bullshit name is that—so tacky and long.”
“...That’s just the public-facing name. The real one is—”
“....”
Go Youngman glanced at the actual naming written in small print beneath ‘Association for Urging Restoration of Incheon Public Safety’, cleared his throat with a grunt, and pretended not to have seen it.
“Mayor Jung Min-ah, who declared war on crime and announced a large-scale crackdown, District Head Kim Eun-ji, who’s preparing to form a new political party, and a host of female representatives of public agencies and female politicians who make up a supermajority of the city council—all are expected to join the association. Miss Minji-ah is also slated to be appointed as a special advisor.”
“Heh heh...”
Go Youngman chuckled dryly.
His grandson getting his act together and working hard was a good thing—but his motives felt both endearing and pathetic. He felt conflicted.
“So when he said he wanted Incheon, was he actually saying he wanted Incheon’s women??”
“....”
“He’s busy chasing skirts wherever he goes.”
“...Still, despite that, he’s rapidly achieving his goals. As I mentioned, if the association starts accepting members as planned, practically all power in Incheon will begin revolving within it.”
“I bet the Permanent Special Investigation Agency chief will come from that circle too.”
“Yes. Legislative, judicial, and executive powers alike—not to mention practical enforcement and financial policies—are all likely to be decided internally.”
“Come to think of it, didn’t Hayoung offer him the position of Credit Director?”
“Yes. She originally offered the Young Master the Incheon branch head position at Koryo Credit, but he turned it down.”
Go Youngman gave a subtle nod as he flipped the page.
“Still hates getting free rides, huh.”
“He seems to place immense value on achieving things with his own hands.”
“Good. If he’s a grandson of the Koryo Group, he should have that mindset. Keep observing him. If anyone from HQ tries to interfere, block it appropriately.”
“Yes, Chairman.”
“I should meet with the President soon.”
Even if Incheon was an autonomous city-state in all but name, at this level, the South Korean government might step in.
At this point, it was practically becoming an independent dictatorship—it’d be absurd for any government to just stand by.
“Get the media operations going too. After all, Incheon’s the only city on the Korean Peninsula where continentals can live, isn’t it?”
“I’ll get the wedge-driving campaign started.”
“A pure, untainted, homogeneous Korean Peninsula, untouched by the blood of barbarians. That’s what we need to build.”
“Yes, sir.”
The report continued from there.
Since it concerned Go Youngman’s grandson, there seemed to be no end in sight.
And the last item?
“...They’re all getting along well, aren’t they.”
It was about Go Muyeol’s relationships with the direct line.
“Vice President Go Min-young and Miss Go Minji have been involved with him since last year, and more recently, he’s also been interacting with Vice President Go Hayoung and Miss Go Hayan. Starting this Sunday through next, he has scheduled a trip with Miss Go Seonyul that includes the art museum and a stay in Jeju Island.”
“....”
They called it “involvement” and “interaction,” but both the reporting secretary and Go Youngman knew exactly what kind of involvement that meant.
After all, the family had been built that way from the beginning—it was simply expected.
What was truly absurd, though, was the fact that Go Muyeol was doing all of it practically at the same time.
And that’s while he kept daily contact with his various secretaries and the women politicians of Incheon.
Was that even humanly possible?
“Does the bastard have two bodies or something?”
“...He appears to be in very... robust condition.”
“And it doesn’t even seem like he has any lingering drug side effects. At this point, I’m not just proud—I’m suspicious.”
Go Youngman tapped the desk with his fingers, then leaned back with a sigh.
“Well. It’s good for family to be close. What about Seona?”
“She hasn’t made a move yet.”
“...I’ve got five sons and daughters, and three of them are irregulars. That’s more than half that’ve glitched.”
“Still, Vice President Go Seona hasn’t strayed—she’s just staying on the sidelines.”
“That’s true. If she had, it would’ve shown already. And she wouldn’t have raised her daughter like that either.”
Go Youngman recalled something from the past.
The despicable ones who had abandoned the family and fled, shirking responsibility.
Publicly, it had been reported as an accident—but those who needed to know, knew.
They were alive somewhere, living under new names.
“Two dead children is enough.”
“There won’t be any problems, sir.”
“Yeah... anything else unusual?”
“Regarding the Young Master... ah—”
The secretary suddenly remembered.
“Militaris has refused the internal audit.”
“What?”
“More precisely, they’ve requested the schedule be delayed... but Vice President Go Min-young has been strongly opposing it. It’ll be hard to push through this half of the year.”
“...That has something to do with Muyeol? Isn’t he just listed as a director on paper? A non-executive with no actual power?”
“There are suspicious dealings between Militaris and the Young Master’s Muyeol Chemicals. The audit was set to focus on that, but Vice President Min-young’s intervention...”
“Hmph...”
Go Youngman pondered.
Since it involved Go Min-young and Go Muyeol, it was probably nothing serious.
At worst, it was something like giving him a bit of spending money. Or perhaps Min-young trying to win favor with her nephew—like when she gifted him that artificial island.
But if that were the case, why not just do it out in the open? 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂
It wasn’t a government audit. It was internal. Who in their right mind would object to funneling money into Muyeol’s company?
“There’s... something there.”
“The Young Master is producing RK-77—also known as ‘Shinabro’—through Muyeol Chemicals and supplying it to Aristo, a subsidiary of Elegant. Aristo is using Shinabro to manufacture various accessories, and through Elegant’s distribution, it’s become the most popular item in less than a month.”
“You’re saying he’s supplying something similar to Militaris? To the point that it needs to be hidden even from the group?”
“...That’s a possibility we cannot rule out.”
Given the context, it was highly suspicious.
“Write up a detailed report.”
“Yes, Chairman.”
