Exorcism Specialist Company: Ghost Soul Trading - Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

The next day.
At precisely 10 a.m., I made my way to the address on the business card and found myself standing before an imposing building that appeared to be at least twenty stories tall.
And emblazoned across its summit in unmistakable letters was the name “Guihon”.
“Wow.”
I couldn’t help but exhale in awe.
My grandfather owned a company of this magnitude.
Even now, I could scarcely believe it.
I adjusted the fit of my formal suit and stepped directly into the building.
Tap, tap, tap, tap—
As I entered with a box tucked against my waist, the receptionist at the front desk rose from her seat.
“Welcome. How may I assist you?”
At her question, I hesitated before responding.
“I have an interview scheduled for 10 a.m. today.”
“May I have your name?”
“Kim Tae-woo.”
“Ah, yes. Please proceed to the Vice Chairman’s Office. Take the elevator up to the 20th floor.”
Upon hearing the receptionist’s directions, I offered an awkward bow and made my way toward the elevator.

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The Vice Chairman’s Office was appointed with lavish solid wood furnishings, and behind the executive desk stood an expansive floor-to-ceiling window.
The panoramic view of Gangnam stretching below exuded an air of refined elegance.
As I stepped into the office, my gaze fell upon the nameplate resting on the desk.

[Vice Chairman Kim Hong-seok]

It became clear that the person named Shin A, who had given Tae-woo the box and business card, was the representative of this company.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Kim Hong-seok, Vice Chairman and interim representative of Guihon Trading, which was founded by Tae-woo’s grandfather.”
“Ah. Yes. Yes.”
Tae-woo glanced around the office once more with curiosity.
“Surprised, aren’t you? Your father probably never told you about this company. He always struggled with the fact that the blood of Yeong-an, which he passed down to you, seemed to torment his grandson.”
The “father” he spoke of referred to Tae-woo’s grandfather, his stepfather.
Unfamiliar with this terminology, Tae-woo needed time to adjust each time they conversed.
“That may be true, but… my grandfather runs a trading company? That’s quite surprising.”
“Haha. I understand why you’d feel that way, but ultimately, he chose trading as something you could do. Strictly speaking, he was leveraging his strengths.”
“Pardon?”
Tae-woo, not understanding his words, looked at him and asked.
He smiled and pointed to the box Tae-woo was holding.
“The Guichal Sword and Guichal Record you’re holding now were what your father used when he founded this company. From now on, whenever you come to work here, you must always bring that box with you.”
“What? I have to bring this to work? But this is a sword… a sword?”
“Yes. Just as business cards are important to salespeople and experimental equipment is important to research staff, such weapons are important to employees of the Guihon Trading Training Team.”
“Wait. I understand I’m joining the Training Team at this company, but what exactly does the Training Team do? Is it an in-house training team? Or some kind of cleaning service?”
Tae-woo asked with a frustrated expression.
“I’d recommend you learn that firsthand.”
The representative answered with a smile and added,
“And that Guichal Record is the foundational material upon which this company was established. Please make sure to study it thoroughly.”
“What. I mean. Really.”
Tae-woo frowned and looked down at the box.
What kind of company makes you bring a sword to work like it’s a fantasy novel?
“Oh, I almost forgot. The inheritance your father left for you isn’t just that box.”
The representative stood up and approached Tae-woo.
He then placed the remote control he’d been holding into Tae-woo’s hand.
It felt as though new information was flooding in without giving him time to think.
“Your father left you a house, a vehicle, and a 34% stake in the company as your inheritance. From now on, you can live here.”
The remote control was for opening the garage and the front gate of the house.
On the back of the remote was an address in the Seoul Suburbs.
“A house and car left by my grandfather? And a company stake too?”
“Yes. Your father wanted you to inherit this company. However, since you have no understanding of the company at all, he wanted you to join and work here, learn the practical operations, and then become the company’s representative. In other words, you’re to undergo a sort of successor training program. Until then, I’ve agreed to temporarily manage this company.”
“…A company with annual sales of 750 billion won? What if I refuse to join?”
“Then you would have to return all the inheritance left to you.”
When Tae-woo asked again, Kim Hong-seok replied.
The various doubts swirling in his mind were suddenly washed away.
Even with some deductions here and there, the simple calculation meant hundreds of billions of won in profits each year.
What condition could possibly make him refuse that?

Kim Hong-seok flashed a knowing smile.
“Since you’ll need to move your belongings today, you’re welcome to leave now. There should be people waiting downstairs to help you.”
“Pardon? People waiting to help me?”
“Yes. Once you’ve settled in, report to the Training Team on the 4th Floor by 9 a.m. tomorrow.”
“Ah… yes.”
It was an endless stream of unbelievable revelations.
As I stood frozen in bewilderment, Kim Hong-seok offered another benevolent smile and gestured for me to leave.
“Ah, yes, yes. Then… I’ll…”
I hastily bowed and took the elevator down to the first floor.
There, men in black suits immediately greeted me.
“Young master. This way, please.”
They called me “young master” and guided me to a limousine in the parking garage.
I climbed in, utterly bewildered.

Moments later, we arrived at an enormous two-story mansion.
The grounds featured diverse trees, a swimming pool, and a garage spacious enough to accommodate five vehicles.
Gardeners and housekeepers worked throughout the property.
It was a “chaebol residence”—the kind I’d only seen in dramas.

“This is your room, young master.”
A housekeeper led me to a room on the second floor.
When I opened the door, an enormous, luxurious space revealed itself.
It was furnished with top-tier liquid-cooled computers and the latest IT equipment.
“Wow… wow.”
My eyes widened as I gazed at the devices.
Hundreds of millions of won worth of imported goods were displayed everywhere.
‘Grandfather knew my major. He knew what I loved.’
The distant relationship with my grandfather surfaced in my mind, and I felt an unexpected pang of guilt.
“All of this… is mine?”
I asked the housekeeper in astonishment.
“Yes. The founding chairman left all of this for you. The transfer documents have been processed cleanly, so please use everything freely.”
“Unbelievable.”
This reality was impossible to accept.
I ran my fingers across the displayed equipment, my tongue hanging out in amazement.
Things I’d only ever seen in IT exhibition videos on YouTube were now spread before me—and they were mine.
It was utterly unreal.
“Please rest comfortably.”
She clasped her hands respectfully and left the room.
I smiled contentedly as I touched the machines.

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And then the next day.
Though I’d been told I could drive any car in the garage, the sense of ownership still felt unfamiliar, so I decided to simply take the bus to Guihon Trading for my commute.
Just then, a man in a business suit pulled up in a luxury sedan and opened the door for me.
“Good morning, sir. I’m Lee Seung-hun, your personal driver. I’ll take you to the company.”
Before I could protest, I found myself in the back seat of a luxury sedan for the very first time, heading to work.
The moment I arrived, everyone greeted me.
It was as if they all knew who I was.
‘What’s this? Why does everyone seem to know me?’
With that thought, I assumed greeting everyone you met was simply company culture, and I stepped into the elevator.
When I pressed the button for the 4th Floor, the doors closed and an announcement played.

[You have selected the 4th Floor. Verifying identity.]

It was a sound I’d never heard from an elevator before.
As I looked at the elevator’s CCTV in confusion, a red light flashed brightly once.

[Training Team Chief Kim Tae-woo. Identity verified. Proceeding to the 4th Floor.]

Only then did the elevator begin to rise.
It appeared the 4th Floor had its own separate security system.
“What on earth?”
I stared at the elevator’s LED display with a bewildered expression.

[You have arrived at the 4th Floor.]

The doors slid open as I reached the 4th Floor.
Before me stretched a sprawling office space, its landscape dotted with chest-high partitions, computer terminals, and filing cabinets.
Employees who had arrived early were already engrossed in their work.
Some were on phone calls, others were packing bags in preparation for field assignments, and still others were engaged in serious conversations with colleagues.
On the surface, it looked no different from any other company.
“Huh—”
Then I witnessed something extraordinary.
An employee heading out for a field assignment was placing a revolver and a short sword into his bag.
Even more striking, another man was walking across the corridor with two Japanese swords strapped across his back in an X formation.
Yet all of them were dressed in business suits.
“Bit… shocking, isn’t it?”
As I stood there with a dazed expression, a short-haired woman approached me.
“You’re Kim Tae-woo, right? This way.”
She spoke naturally as if she already knew me well, then gestured for me to follow.
Looking at the employee ID hanging around her neck, I could see the name “Deputy Manager Yoon Ye-rim.”
“This is your desk.”
She pointed to a desk positioned in one corner of the office.
Already waiting there was a small nameplate reading “Chief Kim Tae-woo,” along with a computer and a sword rack.
“What is this?”
I asked, pointing at the sword rack.
“It’s a sword rack.”
“I know that, but why is it in an office?”
“I heard your primary weapon is a hwarang sword. Isn’t it?”
“A… hwarang sword? Primary weapon…? What are you talking about?”
As I tilted my head in confusion, the woman pointed to the wooden box hanging at my waist.
“Yes. The Guichal Sword. An item left behind by our founding chairman.”
“Ah. Yes, of course.”
Only then did I understand why it was there.
Though understanding and accepting it were two different things.
What kind of place was this where employees heading out on assignments carried weapons?
And why would there be a sword rack at my desk?
“If you wait here for a moment, our department head will call for you. Feel free to organize your workspace.”
The woman smiled and said this before heading off somewhere.
I stood blankly in front of my desk before finally sitting down.
I removed the hwarang sword and placed it on the rack, then set the Hyeolsu Danto on top of the main unit.
“Hey! Chief Kim!”
A gruff voice called out from somewhere.
“Tae-woo! The department head is calling for you.”
Deputy Manager Yoon Ye-rim pointed to one side as she spoke.
I stood up hastily and looked over to see a man waving at me from in front of a private office in the corner.
He stood over 180 centimeters tall with broad, muscular shoulders.
Whether it was the scars or his harsh features, he looked like a yakuza thug.
“Kim, come to my office.”
He called out heartily and stepped inside.
Tae-woo glanced around nervously before following him in.

Guihon Trading: A Demon-Exorcising Specialist Company Chapter 2

Author
Chau Renz
Publisher
Daon Creative
Planning / Editing / Production
Yoon Tae-ri
Cover
Lee Chi

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