I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 384
The fact that I went from 7% to 1% was honestly kind of a shock—but even that 1% alone is worth an obscene amount.
As of last year, the total GDP of Asia was estimated at roughly 80 quintillion won, and Prestige is the core holding company of the Koryo Group, which more or less dominates Asia.
Not to say the Koryo Group directly controls all of Asia’s economy, but even if we ballpark it at a direct influence of 30 to 40%, that’s still 24 to 32 quintillion won—and 1% of Prestige means I now have a say in economic activity worth 2.4 to 3.2 quadrillion won annually.
And that’s just direct influence. Its indirect reach spans the entire Asian economy.
Realistically, that probably comes out to 6–7 quadrillion won of effective weight.
Of course, that doesn’t mean it all turns into cash. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
Since Prestige is 100% family-owned, dividend payouts aren’t just meaningless in accounting terms—they’re a straight-up loss. No matter how powerful Koryo Group is, there’s no real way to reduce tax obligations to zero unless under exceptional circumstances. That means you’re gonna get taxed no matter what.
For reference, the current top marginal income tax rate is 55%.
Which means the moment you take dividends, over half of it just evaporates.
So—we don’t do dividends.
If someone needs money, instead of dividends, they just use their shares as collateral and take out a loan.
That way, they don’t pay income tax. Loans don’t count as income.
And here’s the kicker: that loan will still come from a bank under Koryo Financial Holdings.
So it’s technically a loan, but functionally, it’s pulling internal group capital with zero income tax.
And that’s just one of many ways money gets funneled out.
Nobody in this family plays it “by the book” when it comes to withdrawing cash.
Anyway, the point is—1% might look small, but it’s colossal in value.
Sure, missing out on 7% stings. But I’ll live.
Because honestly, even with 1%, I’ve still got Go Min-young, Go Hayoung, Go Minji, and Go Seonyul’s pussies.
Add up their shares and that’s 8% total.
Which means, realistically, I own 9% of Prestige through pussy.
If I can get Go Seona and Go Hayan too, that becomes 13%.
‘...’
Anyway, yeah.
My actual share is 13%.
“It’ll take a good while just to digest that much,” Grandpa said.
“Thank you, Grandpa.”
“You know what money is?” he asked.
“Money... is money?”
Tsk tsk, he clicked his tongue.
“Money is a body.”
“...!”
“Just like your arm or your leg—it’s a part of you. If you can’t use it, you’re as good as dead. And to use it right, you’ve got to study it. Train. Same way a baby stumbles around before it learns to walk, money needs trial and error before you can stand on your own two feet.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Grandpa launched into a whole lecture.
Dropping life wisdom, basic principles, family secrets—the whole works. It went on and on.
Honestly, it was a little boring. But every word of it was meat and bone to me. Especially after receiving Prestige shares—I could listen to him all day.
“But there’s one thing I really can’t understand,” he said at one point.
He seemed to have cooled down by then. His expression had settled, and even his dialect was fading. His tone now sat somewhere between standard speech and his regional tongue—a weird middle zone, but this was when Grandpa was at his most reasonable.
My tension eased a bit.
“How the hell did you make that thing?” he asked.
“Ah...”
“No matter how I think about it, I just don’t get it.”
“Well—”
“How’d you even do it? It wasn’t something you discovered—it was invented. What path led you there? I still don’t get it.”
Can’t blame him.
If he did understand, that’d be the weird part.
“Honestly... I don’t really get it either.”
“...What?”
“I don’t understand it myself.”
“What do you mean?”
“It was basically a fluke. You know I’ve worked a lot in chemistry. I just... mixed some stuff together, ran experiments...”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“You said the materials were like lead, sulfur, copper, right? What kind of accident makes you mix that? You weren’t trying to eat it, were you?”
“...”
“...”
“...”
“...”
Ah.
What do I even say to that?
“I... I was going to try eating it.”
“You were gonna eat it?”
“Y-yes...”
“...”
Grandpa gave an incredulous snort.
“Junkies really... their brains aren’t right. I can’t even understand what I was thinking back then.”
“Unbelievable... But if you say so, I’ll take your word for it.”
“....”
He seemed to accept it—then tilted his head again.
“You sure you didn’t just steal someone else’s work? I seriously can’t believe you did it.”
“I swear, I made it myself.”
“Ssshh...”
He kept tilting his head like he just couldn’t buy it.
Honestly, I get it.
Even Go Min-young, who’s totally smitten with me, didn’t believe it at first. For all I know, she still might think I jacked someone else’s research.
“If you had eaten that shit, you’d be dead, dumbass.”
“Yeah, probably.”
Tsk tsk.
“That’s why I always told you to stay away from drugs. Not just drugs—anything that messes with your head. That includes pussy. For a man, pussy’s a drug. You understand?”
I mean... that’s...
“I’ll... try to keep that in mind.”
“That didn’t sound sincere at all.”
“....”
Well, I mean...
Sex is kind of the point of my life.
“You’re building a prison for women, founding some weird-ass association, even starting a damn party—all for women. Just how many bitches are you planning to collect, huh? Tsk tsk tsk.”
“....”
Come on, Grandpa.
You had your fun when you were younger, too.
Hence all those illegitimate lines.
“Well, whatever. So, what are you gonna do now?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you made that thing. What are you going to do with it? You just going to sell raw samples to Min-young?”
“I don’t have the expertise to figure out the applications myself yet... I was planning to watch how Aunt Min-young uses it first. I’m thinking of visiting Dalian next week.”
“Well, yeah, Min-young’s probably the one who’ll use it the most. Fine. You’re still young. Go take a look around and learn a thing or two.”
“Yes. But don’t you want to use it too, Grandpa?”
“Me? I’m a Go player now. What the hell do I need it for?”
“....”
That answer caught me completely off guard.
“You’re the Chairman of the whole group...”
“I’m old. Gotta take a break at some point. What, you think I’m gonna keep working till I drop? I’ve already handed most things over to the Vice Chairs.”
“....”
“Ungrateful bastards. Anyone else would’ve started clawing for control, fighting over who gets to be Chairman. But not these guys. They’re just scheming how to do less work while still collecting fat checks. How long do they expect this old man to keep grinding?”
“You’re still young, Grandpa. You look like you’re in your 30s. You could easily keep going for another 70 years.”
“Don’t you dare say such horrific things!! I’m going to become this country’s national Go champion!”
“....”
“In my heart, I want to throw it all away and focus on Go. But I’ve got too many irons in the fire to walk away now.”
He really...
Never changes.
“Muyeol, you too. You need to start getting experience and working the real stuff. You can’t be playing around forever.”
“I’m not playing, sir. But I’ll do my best.”
“Good. And this time, you’re coming to Victory Day, right?”
“Oh, absolutely, Grandpa. I’m not the same guy I was last year.”
Even thinking about it makes me break into a cold sweat.
The previous owner of my body skipped Koryo Group’s biggest holiday because he was screwing around with prostitutes...
What the hell was he thinking...
“Well, that’s good to hear. This time, we’ve got some guests flying in from overseas.”
“Foreigners? From Europe?”
“No. America.”
“?”
The chief secretary handed over a new file.
I took it without thinking—and inside was a list of women. Profiles. Even photos.
Western women, all of them glamorous.
“You’ve got a marriage prospect.”
“...Excuse me??”
“You’re off drugs, working properly, and sure, you’re a bit too into women, but that’s not a deal-breaker. I guess someone decided it’s about time we look into some alliances.”
“Wait... marriage? We’re seriously talking marriage?”
“What’s the problem? It’s not like you’re being sold off as a son-in-law.”
I mean... there is a problem, no?
This feels like something that’s going to stir up a lot of heat from the Go aunts.
“I’m not saying we’ll accept anything right away. They’re just coming as guests. We’ll meet them and see. Looks like there’s all kinds. Only about three are really worth looking at.”
Currently, America’s divided into three factions.
Not quite as bad as Europe, but still a volatile mess.
‘Three important ones... and three Americas...’
It probably means one woman from each of the three major American power blocs.
Still—why now? Why all three at once?
Even for Victory Day, this seems like a coordinated effort.
Maybe there’s something going on over there.
Some urgent reason to draw Koryo Group in...
‘...Could it be war?’
“Grandpa.”
“Yeah? Got a question?”
“Are they... are they virgins?”
“...What?”
“Ah, wait—I didn’t mean to say it like that!”
