## Chapter 85 – 09. Militaries
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As Real Production’s stock melted down, Jang Kyung-soo made a decision.
All or nothing.
He decided to buy more shares, averaging down, from the second day of the crash.
Logically, it was an absurd move, but at the time, it felt like the only option. If he did nothing, all the money he’d put into Real Production would be gone. He had to try something, even if it was a desperate struggle.
Saying he could just sell now was naive. The stock was already plummeting, and if he dumped his shares, it would only accelerate the decline, meaning he wouldn’t be able to sell much before the price dropped even further.
He’d be strangling himself.
But doing nothing would also eventually lead to liquidation.
Fortunately, or perhaps not, by pulling money from other stocks, brokerage accounts, and even crypto accounts, he managed to amass enough capital to exert significant influence on at least one stock.
Jang Kyung-soo poured that money into Real Production. He bought up the flood of shares being dumped with the heart of a beast, and when the price continued to fall, he bought more.
If the market ever reacted, if the price rebounded even slightly, and investors saw it and started to think, “Could the price be recovering?”
Then he could offset the damage as much as possible. If things went really well, he might even make a bigger profit than before!
‘After all, the Korean stock market is a gamble…!’
So he diligently averaged down.
“….”
But the result was devastating.
-97%
A truly ruinous figure.
“Hoo….”
Too drained to be angry, he silently lit a cigar. The new cigar was two grades lower than what he used to smoke.
“I did something crazy.”
What was he thinking back then?
There’s a reason people say you shouldn’t trade stocks when you’re emotionally charged. What on earth was he doing?
“97%…. Haha, hahahaha,”
Including the additional funds he’d poured in to save his initial investment in Real Production, 97% was gone. An unimaginable loss.
If he’d invested 100 won in total, now he had only 2-something won left in his account.
And that was only because someone had swept up the remaining shares at the last minute. Otherwise, his account would still be plummeting deeper into the abyss.
Jang Kyung-soo summoned his right-hand man. Knowing Jang Kyung-soo had been in a foul mood for the past few days, the man was especially cautious.
“This laundering… needs to be done faster. How long will it take?”
“…If we use the fastest methods, the money will be deposited next week. But that way, you’ll only end up with less than 40%.”
“Huh. These damn robbers…!”
Less than 40%?
That meant over 60% would evaporate in intermediary fees.
Enraged, he almost slammed his fist on the desk but stopped himself. Breaking another desk would just cost more money.
He clenched his fist tightly, trembling, then slowly lowered it.
“…Proceed with that for now.”
“How much should we launder?”
“I need to have at least 200 billion won left.”
“In that case… you’ll need to launder… 600 billion…”
“…!”
600 billion.
To lose more than 60% of that huge sum to laundering. Considering the usual method reliably left him with 60%, the minimum loss would be a staggering 20%. 20% of 600 billion is 120 billion.
It was enough to make his teeth grind.
But he had no choice.
He’d already lost all the clean money.
Jang Kyung-soo rubbed his face with his large hands. Each time, reality felt more real.
“Hoo…. Proceed. And put the rest through the usual method in advance.”
“Yes, Boss. But….”
“?”
“If we proceed like that, we won’t have the funds to purchase the new drug.”
“What… did you say?”
“Negotiations are still ongoing… but they seem willing to lower the price to 500 billion. But at this rate….”
“….”
Of all times for the new drug to come up. It seemed like they were finally reaching a dramatic agreement, but it was meaningless if he didn’t have the funds.
But he couldn’t afford to miss out on it. The drug was too good. It was a completely paradigm-shifting new drug, unlike anything that existed before. He couldn’t let it fall into someone else’s hands.
“Have you found out who’s behind them?”
“Not yet. We’re looking into Shanghai, as you instructed.”
Jang Kyung-soo exhaled and stroked his chin.
He organized his thoughts.
And calculated.
What would be the most effective course of action here?
“…What’s their asking price now?”
“It’s dropped a lot. 760 billion.”
“Say we’ll buy it.”
“!”
“But at a place and time of our choosing.”
“!!”
The right-hand man gasped in surprise, then nodded.
“Yes. I’ll prepare it, Boss.”
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Baekseol completed her PMC administrative education.
Now officially qualified to establish a PMC, she immediately began the process.
She made Baekseol the 100% owner and injected initial capital of about 10 billion won, gifted to her.
The gift tax came out to about 2.7 billion won, but she planned to apply for an exemption based on special relationship (master-servant relationship) later to get it all refunded.
After drafting the basic articles of incorporation and submitting them to the registry office, she pre-selected the initial members.
First, she hired all 30 of Soo-ah’s team members and assigned them to the Red Team (women) or Blue Team (men) based on their gender.
Then, after sleeping with each of the bodyguards Min-ji-ah had provided (all pretty women), she put the one she liked the most in charge of the Red Team.
A woman named ‘Levy.’
– Auntie.
Feeling obligated to send a text, she texted Ji-ah.
And then,
– Yes. Master. I’ll bring my pussy to you!
Out of nowhere, she said that and sent a picture of herself holding her pussy open.
It was a similar angle to before.
– Why are you suddenly sending me pussy pics? Do you think I’m a pervert?
– Ack! I, I’m sorry, Master! I’ll delete it right away!!
The pussy pic she’d uploaded disappeared.
– I didn’t tell you to delete it. If you uploaded it, you should just leave it there.
– Ack! I, I’m sorry. W, what should I do.
– What do you mean what should you do? Take another one and send it.
– Y, yes…!
She ended up taking another pussy pic and uploading it.
– I uploaded it. Master.
Beautiful pink flesh.
Suddenly, a fun idea popped into my head, and I took out my erect dick.
Soo-ah, who was working next to me, glanced at it for a moment.
Ignoring her, I took a picture and sent it to Ji-ah.
– Enjoy.
– Eh….
A moment later, I got some nonsense like, ‘I, it’s amazing….’
– I’m sticking this in your pussy right now. Simulate it.
– Y, yes??
– Do it. Now.
– Ah….
I could practically see her panicking.
She started texting about 10 seconds later.
Like she was writing some kind of erotic novel, she went on and on about how Master’s magnificent dick was inside her pussy.
– Ugh, ugh, aah,
Then she even added moans.
– Take a pic of your pussy and send it.
– Ah! Ye, yes….
But the pussy she sent wasn’t wet at all.
After all that talk about feeling good and excited, this liar.
– It’s not wet at all.
– I, I’m sorry!
After doing something, she sent a picture of her wet pussy about 3 minutes later.
I messed with her like that for a while, then got to the point.
– I’m setting up a PMC this time, okay? I’m taking Levy?
– Yes? Who’s Levy?
– One of the bodyguards you sent.
– Ahh. You can have them all!! You can do whatever you want with them!!
– Oh. Really?
That’s good news.
They were all quite skilled, and she’s giving them all to me.
‘I could just leech off Ji-ah and not worry for the rest of my life.’
Her face is delicious, her pussy is delicious, and even the taste of leeching off her…!
I should squeeze her dry whenever I think of it.
– Is there anything else I can help you with?
– It’s okay. It’s my company, I should raise it myself. Keep simulating.
– Ye, yes.
Min-ji-ah started sending me erotic novels again.
I was enjoying it for a while, but then I got bored and turned it off, but the notifications kept coming.
“Master.”
Meanwhile, Soo-ah approached.
“We received a call from Prestige. Jang Kyung-soo said he’ll buy it for 760 billion.”
“Oh. 760 billion?”
It’s far short of 1 trillion, but it’s a godsend compared to the 500 billion I thought was the absolute minimum.
“Yes…. But something feels off. He’s insisting on choosing the location, and it’s not like him to offer that much money so suddenly.”
“Hmm…. Really? You think it’s strange?”
“Yes.”
Strange, huh….
Does he have something else in mind?
Like pretending to buy the drugs and then trying to steal them….
Well, as the head of the Incheon Autonomous Police Agency, he commands 200,000 police officers and has countless subordinates in the shadows. He must be confident.
Besides, he probably can’t imagine that he’s dealing with the Goryeo Group.
“Tell them we agree for now, and tell them to be careful. It should be fine if they bring some troops.”
“Yes, Master.”
