I Will Raise This Family to Greatness - Chapter 213

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Chapter 213
Donald Trumpet’s brow furrowed.
“The successor to Samjeon Group?”
“Donald, shall we be honest with each other?”
I took a long sip of coffee.
The corners of Donald Trumpet’s mouth lifted slightly.
It was the expression of someone who had found a worthy opponent.
Donald had been drinking cola since morning, and now he leaned back in his chair, fixing me with a gaze meant to intimidate.
[Donald, on the surface I look like I’m in my teens, right? But inside, I’ve got about a hundred cunning foxes running around.]
“Sung-guk, so what do you want to be honest about?”
“Wasn’t the viewership for the last episode of The Intern hitting rock bottom?”
“Hmm….”
The Intern was the decisive program that made Donald Trumpet president.
It packaged him much like how Korean dramas portrayed the mythology of the salaryman’s rise, providing the American people with a fantasy of Donald Trumpet as a figure of tremendous charisma and decisiveness.
“Aren’t you looking for an opportunity to bounce back right now?”
“Well… that’s something anyone who watched The Intern would know. No, any American would know that. Sung-guk, shallow analysis like that won’t work on me.”
It was clear that Donald Trumpet was being cornered.
Types with that kind of arrogance tended to belittle their opponent when backed into a corner.
“Donald, aren’t you the one who’s already done that shallow analysis you’re talking about?”
“Ugh—.”
Donald Trumpet made an unpleasant sound.
His face showed signs of flushing slightly.
[Revealing his true feelings so easily….]
I calmly took a sip of water.
“Sung-guk, so what is it you want to say to me?”
“Have the successor to Samjeon Electronics compete on The Intern instead of me. And….”
“And?”
“In exchange, I’ll provide FaceNote as one of the mid-stage competition venues.”
Donald Trumpet leaned forward with an interested expression.
“Now that’s interesting.”
“Because the era is coming when real estate agents will also sell properties through FaceNote.”
As Donald Trumpet nodded, Jamie Olson approached.
“Yes, sir.”
“Give Sung-guk the script for The Intern that we’re shooting at the airport today, and have him make the changes.”
Then Donald Trumpet looked at me.
“Will you rewrite The Intern’s script for us today, Sung-guk?”
“Of course.”
I readily accepted the script.
* * *
As I opened the door to the Suite Room and stepped inside, Secretary Park Sung-hee, who had just woken up, greeted me.
“Sung-guk, just coming back from a meal?”
“Yes, Secretary, you should grab some food to settle your stomach too. The rice noodles are refreshing.”
“I could use something to settle my stomach anyway. I’d better hurry.”
Jeon Tae-guk, who had been sprawled across the sofa until now, cracked his eyes open slightly.
“Rice noodles?”
Then he pushed himself up with effort.
“Hyung, before that, there’s something I need to ask you for.”
“Ask me for?”
“You know, that 300 dollars from yesterday.”
“Oh, right. That money that vanished in an instant. What’s the favor? Once we get back to San Francisco, my card will be unfrozen. I’ll get you whatever you want.”
“Hmm… I don’t need money.”
[Jeon Tae-guk, I have plenty of money too.]
Jeon Tae-guk fumbled to put his clothes on, looking at me with hazy eyes.
His face was innocent and naive, completely unaware of what fate awaited him.
“Then what?”
“Hyung, you like that show called The Intern, right?”
“I’m a devoted fan of that show. Every time he says ‘You’re Fired!’ I feel so satisfied. But why are you asking?”
“What would you think if hyung could appear on that show?”
“Me?”
“Yes.”
I asked as casually as possible, as if it were just a joke.
“That sounds good. I’d go on and crush all those idiots and come in first place. But it’s only 250 thousand dollars a year, right? How am I supposed to work for that kind of money?”
Only 250 thousand dollars.
In Korean currency, that was about 300 million won.
It was money Jeon Tae-guk could easily spend in a day or a month if he wanted to.
“Isn’t the real meaning in winning first place on a competitive show like that, rather than the money itself?”
“Well, I’ve got a company waiting for me to inherit anyway. What’s the point of winning first place on some show?”
“Hyung, it’s my favor. That’s what I’m asking.”
“What?”
Still not fully sober, Jeon Tae-guk stared at me with bleary eyes.
“For hyung to appear on The Intern this season. It’s my favor in return for lending me those 300 dollars.”
* * *
I examined the script that Donald Trumpet had handed me.
It was exactly as I’d predicted.
A hidden camera following me as I left Las Vegas after sightseeing.
As I arrive at the airport, Donald Trumpet is standing on the path leading to my private jet.
Donald Trumpet approaches me, extends his hand for a handshake, and asks me some simple questions about my trip. Of course, I’ll answer.
Then, as he reaches out his hand one last time and approaches me, he makes the offer to appear on The Intern.
If I accept, I return to my home on the private jet, and if I refuse, my luggage gets thrown off the jet immediately.
[Hmm… Nothing deviates from my expectations.]
I decided to change the final episode’s script for 【The Intern】.
It was Jeon Tae-guk’s entrance.
Jeon Tae-guk, Secretary Park Sung-hee, and I arrived at the airport to board Donald Trumpet’s private jet.
I naturally refused Donald Trumpet. Unable to contain his temper as usual, Donald Trumpet threw his luggage on the ground and pointed at me accusingly.
At that moment, another private jet arrived from across the tarmac.
It was a jet sent by Samjeon Group.
Jeon Tae-guk and I threw punches at Donald Trumpet for his outrageous behavior, then boarded the adjacent jet. Only then did Donald Trumpet grasp the situation and rushed toward us, offering Jeon Tae-guk—not me—a role in 【The Intern】.
After deliberation, Jeon Tae-guk accepted, but said he had a condition.
– I simply want to compete. I have no interest in the $250,000 salary you’re offering. Is that acceptable, Donald Trumpet?
– Of course. I’m honored that the heir to Samjeon Group is participating in this competition.
Jeon Tae-guk, who had been looking down at the script I was drafting, wore a puzzled expression.
“Sung-guk, this dialogue is genuinely cool. Would you send a private jet?”
I handed the script to Secretary Park Sung-hee.
“Secretary, please get a definitive answer within an hour. It’ll be Samjeon advertising anyway, so there’s no reason they’d refuse. Plus, it’s good for covering up any scandals involving my brother appearing on a show like this.”
“Sung-guk! I was almost forgetting about that.”
“Brother, scandals shouldn’t be forgotten.”
Secretary Park Sung-hee accepted the script I offered.
“I’ll go to the hotel business center right away to confirm. But if this isn’t possible, do you have an alternative plan?”
“If Samjeon can’t send it, Donald will figure it out himself, I suppose.”
* * *
Secretary Yang printed out the script that came from America and rushed it to Chairman Jeon Jae-hyung.
Chairman Jeon Jae-hyung was just about to leave for the Dongtan factory.
“Chairman, there’s been contact from America. It seems you need to review and approve this.”
“What is it?”
“Tae-guk….”
Instead of answering, Secretary Yang handed over the script from America.
Chairman Jeon Jae-hyung’s brow furrowed like crumpled paper.
“I’ll look at it on the way there.”
“Yes, Chairman.”
Secretary Yang quickly climbed into the front seat.
* * *
Throughout the drive to Dongtan, Chairman Jeon Jae-hyung’s expression remained inscrutable.
“Tae-guk is appearing in 【The Intern】? The one Donald Trumpet is doing?”
“Yes, it appears so.”
“Sung-guk must be behind this.”
“Yes, Chairman.”
Chairman Jeon Jae-hyung looked at Secretary Yang with a serious expression.
“Secretary Yang, what’s the planning department’s assessment?”
“It would have tremendous promotional value for Samjeon. Especially if we could make Donald Trumpet’s final dialogue more favorable to us. I believe we’ll need to make a special request to Sung-guk about this.”
“So Jeon Sung-guk holds the key?”
“That appears to be the situation.”
Chairman Jeon Jae-hyung turned to the next page and asked again.
“If Jeon Tae-guk gets eliminated early, would there be any damage?”
“Sung-guk’s commentary is in the latter half.”
Chairman Jeon Jae-hyung checked the very end.
– Of course, if my older brother Tae-guk gets eliminated early, it might become a laughing matter at first.
But if he says he came out because he wanted to compete, he understands his own limits well, and from now on he’ll focus on his training as the successor to the Samjeon Group, people will certainly look at my older brother Tae-guk differently.
The leaked nude photos. Early elimination from 【Inter】. We can frame all of it as a rite of passage that he had to go through as the successor to South Korea’s Samjeon Group.
The moment Chairman Jeon Jae-hyung read Sung-guk’s commentary, he gave instructions to Secretary Yang.
“Have Samjeon send a private jet, and put San Francisco Samjeon employees and the Protocol Team on that jet. And tell Donald Trumpet to include more favorable mentions of Samjeon in his remarks.”
“Yes, Chairman.”
Secretary Yang, sitting in the passenger seat, immediately made a phone call.
At that moment, Chairman Jeon Jae-hyung suddenly murmured.
“It feels like Jeon Sung-guk is controlling and shaking Samjeon….”
Secretary Yang, who was on the call, turned around.
“Chairman, what did you say?”
“It’s nothing.”
But even Chairman Jeon Jae-hyung couldn’t say that Jeon Sung-guk’s moves had been bad so far.
After all, they were moves that benefited both Samjeon and Jeon Tae-guk.
* * *
Trumpet Hotel Suite Room.
Everyone was waiting for Jeon Sung-guk’s phone to ring on the table.
Then, finally, the phone began to ring loudly. Secretary Yang appeared on the caller ID.
Sung-guk quickly answered the phone.
“Yes, Secretary Yang! It’s Sung-guk.”
– Sung-guk, I’m late because I was coordinating with other parties first.
“What’s the result?”
– Of course it’s a yes! We’ll move the employees and Protocol Team from San Francisco on schedule.
“Thank you so much!”
I shouted loudly.
Secretary Yang’s calming voice came through the phone.
– Sung-guk, that’s not all.
“Please go ahead, Secretary Yang.”
– We have conditions on our end too. You need to coordinate what parts Samjeon can sponsor. And Donald Trumpet needs to add remarks that highlight Samjeon more than he currently does. This absolutely must be added.
“I understand. Don’t worry. I’ll confirm everything.”
The moment I hung up, Jeon Tae-guk high-fived Secretary Park Sung-hee.
“Sung-guk, I’m getting my face known on American broadcasts now, right? Should I get my nose done while I’m at it?”
“Hyung, we’re filming right now. It’s too late. Just focus on your diet.”
I revised Donald Trumpet’s remarks that Secretary Yang had pointed out.
– Of course.
A world-renowned entrepreneur
and the heir to Samjeon Group—I’m honored simply to have you participate in this competition.
I immediately sent a fax to Trump.
Trump called back right away.
– Sung-guk, is this a condition?
“Yes, sir. It’s a condition that Samjeon sponsor all the appliances featured in every meeting—the notebooks, TVs, and other electronics.”
– Sponsorship, naturally. I’ve always believed in doing things right. Then, let me change this line…. Sung-guk, may I make you another proposal?
“What is it?”
– Of course you’ll appear in the episode where FaceNote comes up, but how about joining this program as an idea man?
“I’ll think about it.”
– Time is short, and remember—it waits for no one.
“Of course!”
I hung up and gave Jeon Tae-guk the okay sign.
Jeon Tae-guk bounced excitedly toward the bathroom.
“Once I’m on American television… won’t the women be lining up?”
[Tsk, tsk. After all that, and he still hasn’t learned his lesson.]
Soon, the sound of running water echoed from the bathroom.
Secretary Park Sung-hee asked me casually.
“Sung-guk, I know FaceNote keeps you busy and you have so much on your plate… but why are you helping Samjeon Group when you have no connection to them? Honestly, your friendship with the young master alone doesn’t explain it.”
“Why? Do I need a bigger reason than friendship?”
I shrugged my shoulders.
[Secretary Park, you’ll never understand, no matter how hard you try. Why I support Jeon Tae-guk so thoroughly. This is how both he and Samjeon Group slowly seep into my world. And when he finally wakes up, he’ll find himself unable to do anything without me. That’s what I’m waiting for.]

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