I Will Raise This Family to Greatness - Chapter 211

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Chapter 211
San Francisco Airport bustled with travelers.
Secretary Park Sung-hee, having swiftly retrieved the luggage, walked ahead and explained the situation.
“A vehicle is waiting for you at the Samjeon San Francisco Branch.”
“But Secretary Park, where will you be staying from now on?”
At Jeon Tae-guk’s question, Secretary Park Sung-hee answered as though it were obvious.
“I heard there’s a spare room at your residence.”
“What? That means you’ll be living with me?”
“Wouldn’t it be more efficient to live together so I can attend to you thoroughly from morning to evening? I heard that’s what your previous Secretary Yang did.”
“That’s different—Secretary Yang has been with me since childhood. You’re not in the same position!”
“Please consider me someone you’ll be living with for a long time.”
Secretary Park Sung-hee didn’t yield an inch to Jeon Tae-guk.
[My eye for talent really is sharp.]
Where Secretary Yang embodied absolute obedience, Park Sung-hee possessed the ability to manage Jeon Tae-guk appropriately.
I smiled contentedly and passed through the gate.
At that moment, someone blocked my path.
He was a tall man with a rugged appearance.
“You’re Jeon Sung-guk, the CEO of FaceNote, correct?”
“Who are you?”
“Donald Trumpet sent me.”
Donald Trumpet moved faster than I’d anticipated.
“What’s this about?”
“Donald would like to meet with you right away.”
[Still impatient as ever….]
“I can’t make commitments without prior arrangement. And frankly, I have no way to verify you were actually sent by Donald Trumpet. I’m exhausted, so I’ll be on my way.”
I brushed past the man.
The man’s bewilderment was evident.
Jeon Tae-guk and Secretary Park Sung-hee, who had been observing from behind, hurried after me and asked.
“Sung-guk, who was that?”
“Someone Donald Trumpet sent.”
“Donald Trumpet? You mean the ‘You’re Fired!’ guy, right?”
Secretary Park Sung-hee asked excitedly.
“Yes, that’s what he claimed. But I couldn’t verify it.”
“Sung-guk, should I call the office and have them look into it?”
“It’s fine.”
[I won’t meet with him unless Donald shows up in person.]
I was leisurely making my way out of the airport when my phone began to ring.
Who could it be?
An unfamiliar number appeared on the screen.
[Could it be Donald?]
I answered the phone slowly.
As expected, Donald Trumpet’s voice came through the receiver.
– Sung-guk, you sent my secretary back?
“Are you sure he’s your secretary?”
– So you don’t trust me. You know, there’s something about you that resonates with me.
Just then, a tall blonde man towering over 190 centimeters appeared before me.
It was Donald Trumpet himself.
“Sung-guk, remember—you’re the first person I’ve ever personally come to greet.”
[What a show-off.]
“And… are you perhaps busy?”
“As you can see, I just arrived after flying for over ten hours from Korea to San Francisco.”
“Hmm… I sometimes cross several countries in a single day.”
Donald Trumpet was a textbook narcissist who never let anyone have the last word.
He was remarkably similar to me.
“Sung-guk, have you ever been to Las Vegas?”
[Of course, in my previous life I went there countless times.]
“Donald, I’m a minor.”
“I know that. But there’s no law saying minors can’t go to Las Vegas. My private jet is ready—come with me to Las Vegas.”
“Right now?”
“You probably have extra clothes in your luggage… and if you don’t, you can just buy some.”
At moments like this, I was genuinely grateful to be still in my teens.
I had the stamina to leave again despite the over ten-hour flight.
Normally I would have declined, but I was dying to know Donald Trumpet’s intentions.
[I can never resist curiosity!]
Contrary to my true feelings, I answered with composure.
“Sure, why not, Donald.”
At that moment, Jeon Tae-guk and Park Sung-hee pressed close behind us.
Donald Trumpet’s gaze turned toward the two people behind me.
“Who are those people?”
“They’re my friends.”
“Tell your friends to go home first.”
I wanted to introduce Jeon Tae-guk, the heir to Samjeon Group, to Donald Trumpet.
In ten years, when Donald Trumpet visits Korea to inspect Samjeon Electronics’ semiconductor factory, Jeon Tae-guk will be the one showing him around.
“Donald, this is Jeon Tae-guk, the heir to Samjeon Group.”
“Samjeon!”
Donald Trumpet knew Samjeon well.
Every TV in his hotel was Samjeon.
“You really do move in different circles, Sung-guk. Nice to meet you, Samjeon’s heir.”
“Oh, yes. Nice to meet you, Donald. I’m a huge fan of 【The Intern】!”
Jeon Tae-guk answered Donald with a bewildered expression.
“Thanks. I wish you could come along, but unfortunately the private jet doesn’t have many seats available.”
Donald Trumpet was a man with clear intentions.
Today, his intention was none other than me!
* * *
[Riding in Donald Trumpet’s private jet… who would have thought.]
The influence of FaceNote was far greater than when I was chairman of a well-established conglomerate.
The moment Donald Trumpet boarded the private jet, he ordered a cola.
“Sung-guk, would you like a cola too?”
“Sure.”
The cola Donald ordered arrived.
Donald gulped down the cola and continued speaking.
“I don’t understand why people drink alcohol. It ruins your body and destroys your memory.”
“But cola isn’t exactly healthy for you either, is it?”
“However, drinking cola doesn’t cause you to make mistakes at work or say unnecessary things.”
[Donald, you say plenty of strange things even with a perfectly clear mind.]
I nodded subtly.
There was nothing to gain by offending a narcissist from our first meeting.
This was the decisive difference between Donald and me.
[If I’m a narcissist who knows when and where to draw the line, then Donald is a reckless narcissist. Donald Trumpet, I am not like you.]
I sipped my cola and subtly probed Donald Trumpet about today’s purpose.
“Donald, you made a point to stop in San Francisco just to meet me?”
“Of course. But not entirely on purpose, you see. The timing just happened to work out.”
This was a narcissist’s way of explaining that he had deliberately forced the timing to align.
“May I ask why you’re taking me all the way to Las Vegas?”
“Of course not. I’m going to show you Las Vegas in all its glory until tomorrow evening. Then my private jet will take you back to San Francisco, and that’s when I’ll tell you my real purpose.”
“Hmm… that’s intriguing.”
Donald Trumpet’s proposal was roughly what I’d anticipated.
But I didn’t let it show.
“Sung-guk, enjoy Las Vegas for a day! Anyone who doesn’t enjoy themselves in Las Vegas is a fool, aren’t they?”
“That’s right, Donald.”
I sipped my cola while gazing at the clouds in the sky from inside the private jet heading toward Las Vegas.
[Anyone who doesn’t enjoy themselves in Las Vegas is a fool? That’s talking about you, Donald Trumpet.]
* * *
The moment we stepped off the private jet, we headed straight for the Trumpet Hotel.
Throughout the United States, there were hotels and resorts bearing the name of Trumpet, a real estate developer.
Donald Trumpet, who made his name with the Hudson River development that transformed New York’s skyline, became even more famous by appearing on broadcasts with his distinctive character.
Donald Trumpet handed me a key.
“It’s a suite room. That’s where you’ll be staying for today. After you freshen up, our secretary will come pick you up in an hour. Enjoy Las Vegas in style today.”
“Aren’t you coming with me?”
“I have too much work to do. Let’s see each other tomorrow.”
After all, the one who couldn’t truly enjoy Las Vegas was Donald Trumpet himself.
Donald Trumpet and I parted ways in the lobby.
Just then, my phone rang.
It was Jeon Tae-guk.
“Hello?”
– Sung-guk!
I could hear his voice through the phone, yet why did it feel so close?
In that moment, Jeon Tae-guk and Secretary Park Sung-hee appeared before my eyes.
“What happened to you two?”
“You flew to Las Vegas, so we hopped on the next flight here too. First class is always comfortable, you know.”
“Why did you follow me?”
I was utterly bewildered.
“I was just too curious!”
Jeon Tae-guk answered.
“Curious about what?”
“Why Donald Trumpet is looking for you. What’s that about?”
“You could’ve just asked me over the phone.”
“But I know you’re not the type to tell me.”
[Hmm… Jeon Tae-guk isn’t entirely oblivious, is he?]
“He said he’d explain his purpose tomorrow evening when we part ways.”
“Donald Trumpet really is a unique person. Sung-guk, give me your room key.”
“Why would I do that?”
“You rushed here without booking a hotel, right? Since the suite rooms are already taken, you must be staying in one. Let’s share. I get claustrophobic in anything smaller than a suite room.”
What?
What kind of nonsense was this?
Secretary Park Sung-hee hurried after him and whispered.
“Young Master Sung-guk, the young master’s credit cards were all frozen the moment he purchased his Las Vegas ticket. It appears he was spending money like water here.”
“So Tae-guk is broke right now?”
“I have a corporate card I can use, but the limit isn’t very high. And the young master doesn’t know I have it.”
“Understood. I’ll pretend I don’t know either.”
[So I’m looking at a penniless Jeon Tae-guk?]
Las Vegas was shaping up to be interesting in yet another way.
* * *
Exactly one hour later, Donald Trumpet’s secretary arrived.
He was the man who had greeted me at the airport initially.
“Hello, we’ve met before, haven’t we? Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Jamie Olson.”
“Nice to meet you, Jamie. I apologize for being rude at the airport.”
“Not at all. Someone as famous as you naturally needs to be cautious.”
Jamie Olson was a person with an easygoing demeanor that matched his approachable appearance.
“Let me outline today’s schedule for you. Once you leave the hotel, a prepared limousine will take you on a tour around Las Vegas, followed by dinner at a renowned steakhouse. After that, you’ll enjoy some casual casino gaming and attend a concert by Celine Dion, who performed the theme song for Titanic, before returning to the hotel.”
This was genuinely the schedule of an ordinary tourist enjoying Las Vegas.
I couldn’t discern Donald Trumpet’s exact intentions, but I decided to follow the itinerary for now.
“However… I have two liabilities with me.”
“Liabilities?”
“I’ll cover all additional expenses, so please don’t worry.”
“I’ll ask Donald Trumpet about that.”
“No. Those two people are lives I must take responsibility for.”
I sighed deeply and turned around.
Jeon Tae-guk had changed into a suit at some point, his hair swept back perfectly, and a Rolex gleamed on his wrist. Today’s concept was clearly the wealthy Oriental businessman.
And Secretary Park Sung-hee had adopted the backpacker concept, complete with a digital camera hanging around her neck.
Jamie smiled broadly.
“You have some interesting companions.”
[They’re entertaining, sure, but also a headache.]
“Anyway, thank you for taking care of us today.”
“Then, shall we move by limousine?”
I turned around.
“Jeon Tae-guk, Secretary. We’ll be traveling by limousine.”
Jeon Tae-guk approached me while flashing his Rolex, then asked quietly.
“Sung-guk, can you lend me some money? I don’t carry cash, and well… I think Father blocked my cards.”
I pulled out the ten dollars in my wallet and handed it to Jeon Tae-guk.
“Brother, that’s my entire fortune.”
“What? You have plenty of money but only this much cash?”
“You have more money than me, but you don’t have cash either.”
“Ah… that’s true! Anyway, I’ll use it well. Let me show you the miracle of ten dollars today!”
[I’ve never seen anyone who talks like that actually make money, Jeon Tae-guk.]

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