I Will Raise This Family to Greatness - Chapter 258

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Chapter 258
After grinding through a murderous schedule, I arrived at the gymnasium where George Foreman awaited—well past 10 PM.
In truth, over the past three weeks, George Foreman’s training had been remarkably unremarkable.
“Sung-guk, let’s start with 300 jump rope repetitions.”
“Yes, George.”
After warming up with 300 jump rope repetitions, basic conditioning drills followed.
Only then could I finally slip on the boxing gloves.
“George… when exactly are you going to teach me technique?”
[George, you’re taking plenty of money from Jeon Tae-guk—you should at least teach me one boxing technique!]
“Sung-guk, do you not know who Mike Tyson is?”
George Foreman stared at me with an exasperated expression.
“Mike Tyson has devastating fists and devastating teeth.”
“What do you mean? Even a light graze from those hands could break bones somewhere in your body.”
“George, so when exactly are you going to teach me striking technique? There’s a saying that the best defense is offense.”
“Sung-guk… what have you been hearing me say all this time?”
I looked up at George Foreman with exhaustion etched across my face.
“George… if, as you say, even a light graze from Mike Tyson’s fists could break my bones, shouldn’t I knock Mike Tyson down before that happens?”
“Hahahaha!”
George Foreman laughed until tears streamed down his face, with me standing right in front of him.
“George… please, stop laughing and teach me proper striking technique. Even a cornered rat gets one last bite!”
“Sung-guk, did you really think there was any probability you could beat Mike Tyson with just one month of training?”
[Honestly, I thought there was about a 0.0001% chance I’d win, George. I’m Jeon Sung-guk, after all.]
George Foreman stared through me intently, then his expression grew serious.
“Sung-guk, you really do think there’s a possibility!”
“No one steps into the ring without believing they can win.”
“Sung-guk, after training you for the past three weeks… I’ll be honest with you.”
Whenever someone said “I’ll be honest,” nothing good ever followed.
“Honestly, your athletic ability is average. Not exceptionally good, not exceptionally bad. And despite your height, your lean frame looks impressive but isn’t ideally suited for boxing. Do you know how thick Mike Tyson’s neck was?”
“Does that matter?”
“Mike Tyson’s neck was 20 inches in his prime! Why does the neck matter? In boxing, you maintain a low stance and constantly probe for your opponent’s weaknesses. A thick neck means you can support your body with greater stability!”
“George, we have less than a week until the match. What am I supposed to do in the ring?”
George Foreman exhaled deeply.
“Sung-guk… what you need to do in that ring is simple: run from Mike Tyson at all costs!”
“What? George, people won’t watch a match like that!”
“I know! You’ll throw a punch or two into thin air here and there. Sung-guk… what I’ve focused intensively on training you for is chin strength.”
“Chin strength?”
“You can’t avoid getting hit by Mike Tyson. The key is taking as few hits as possible and staying intact even when you do get hit.”
Suddenly, fear washed over me.
“George, is there a chance I could… die in the ring?”
“There’s safety equipment, and we’ll stop things if it gets dangerous, so don’t worry. But people watching Mike Tyson’s matches always have high expectations.”
“What are you expecting?”
“For Mike Tyson to knock out his opponent in one punch.”
“George, at least spare me from getting knocked out.”
I steeled myself and fitted the mouthguard between my teeth.
* * *
– The century’s greatest showdown: FaceNote CEO Jeon Sung-guk versus Mike Tyson. Exclusive live broadcast on YouTube.
After reading the article, Sergey Brin smiled faintly.
‘Just how far does Sung-guk intend to go?’
In Sergey’s eyes, Sung-guk’s every move was refreshingly unexpected, and it never failed to captivate him.
Yet there was one person in this house who did not welcome news of Sung-guk.
Chad Chun, still living in Sergey Brin’s home, stormed in with fury written across his face.
“Sergey! Did you see the news?”
“This one?”
Sergey held out the article about Jeon Sung-guk and Mike Tyson.
“Sergey, you saw it and you’re not even angry?”
“What are you talking about, Chad?”
“Sung-guk deliberately took my entire 5% stake!”
“Not this again.”
Sergey Brin shook his head.
Ever since the hate crimes targeting Asian entrepreneurs, Chad Chun had harbored a jealousy bordering on conspiracy theory toward Sung-guk.
“Sergey, listen to me again. That bastard planned everything. He took my stake… approached Google… and now he’s trying to swallow the entire company. YouTube’s about to turn profitable anyway, right? And now he’s getting exclusive broadcast rights to the Mike Tyson match? It’s going to be massive! Sergey, doesn’t it bother you at all?”
“…”
Sergey Brin held his tongue.
He couldn’t very well agree with Chad Chun’s angry tirade.
Yet Sergey Brin did, to some extent, agree with what Chad was saying.
Regardless of Sergey’s feelings, Chad Chun continued to pour out his grievances.
“Sergey, honestly, we’re at a turning point where the times are changing, right? YouTube would have skyrocketed and turned profitable eventually even if we’d just left it alone! But that bastard Sung-guk somehow sensed it, approached us, and stripped away all our stakes and everything!”
Chad Chun paced back and forth across the living room, seething with rage.
“I’m going to reclaim my YouTube stake no matter what.”
“How, Chad?”
Sergey was genuinely curious.
Realistically, Chad had transferred all his YouTube shares, and Sergey himself was bound by a conditional contract.
A contract was a contract. Once the conditions were met, it couldn’t be avoided.
“Chad, a contract is a contract.”
“Exactly! So we just make sure the conditions of that contract don’t get fulfilled.”
“What do you mean?”
Sergey’s brow furrowed.
“We tank YouTube again. Jeon Sung-guk will naturally be removed as CEO, and the shares will go back to Google anyway.”
“Even so, your stake won’t come back to you. Sung-guk already held 15% of the shares at the time of the contract.”
“Sergey, if I tank YouTube and return it to Google’s fold, put me in Sung-guk’s position instead. If I’m the one who tanked it, can’t I also be the one to make it skyrocket again? What do you say?”
Chad Chun spoke with absolute confidence.
Sergey scratched the bridge of his nose with his index finger.
“I’ll think about it. But… how exactly would you crash YouTube? I need to understand the method before I can even consider it.”
“I don’t have a concrete plan yet, but what if we flooded YouTube with adult content?”
“What?”
“Sergey, the United States is far more conservative than people realize. The laws in this area are strict… If we suddenly unleash adult content and YouTube becomes known as a malicious platform where teenagers are easily exposed to such material, YouTube’s collapse would be instantaneous.”
Chad Chun spoke with absolute confidence.
“Sergey, can you give me a few days? Make your decision before my match with Mike Tyson. That way I can get to work properly and really make this the event of the century.”
“Since my match with Mike Tyson is next week, I’ll give you an answer by the end of this week.”
“Sergey, this is about turning the abnormal into the normal. So don’t hesitate.”
“Understood.”
* * *
“Boss, your physique has improved tremendously!”
Mi-mi handed me a coffee, offering generous praise.
“I’ve spent the last three weeks building my durability.”
“Durability?”
“I need to survive getting hit by Mike Tyson.”
“W-well, that’s true.”
Mi-mi couldn’t help but laugh.
“Mi-mi, let’s be honest here. What do you think my chances are of beating Mike Tyson?”
“Actually, the staff has been betting on it.”
“Really?”
“To be frank, aside from Mark and me, nobody’s put money on you winning, boss.”
“What? Then why did you and Mark bet on me?”
“Well…”
[Surely not out of pity? That can’t be it! They’re pitying me!]
As indignation began to well up inside me, Mi-mi smiled brightly.
“Boss, Mark and I believe in your cunning.”
“My cunning?”
“No matter how invincible Mike Tyson is, your cunning is equally invincible. Will two people in the ring really just collide with their bodies, with no strategy or tactics?”
[Sigh… strategy, tactics… I have none of that… What do I do?]
Anxiety suddenly gripped me.
“Boss, Mark and I believe you’ll find a way to beat Mike Tyson no matter what.”
“Mi-mi, since you mention it, do you happen to know any North Korean special forces techniques? Like pressure points that could drop someone with a single strike…?”
Mi-mi’s eyes began to waver.
“Boss, do you really… have nothing?”
“Mi-mi, this is all part of my strategy.”
“What strategy?”
“If everyone thinks I’m going to lose, when I win, people will feel that much more satisfaction.”
Mi-mi laughed and patted my back.
“I knew you’d have a plan, Restaurant Owner. I’m looking forward to the match.”
[As Mike Tyson said, everyone has a plan… until they get punched in the face….]
Just then, the office door opened and I saw Sergey Brin entering.
Sergey Brin looked at me and smiled faintly, raising his hand in greeting.
* * *
The sunlight was warm, and the garden was perfect for sitting and talking.
Sergey Brin wore sunglasses that didn’t suit him and stared intently at me.
“Sung-guk, the match is coming up soon, isn’t it?”
“Yes, really just under a week left now.”
“Your physique seems to have improved quite a bit since we last met. The training must be working.”
“Still, I don’t think I can beat Mike Tyson.”
Sergey Brin smiled faintly.
“Sergey, you must find it amusing that I’m being so reckless, right?”
“It’s not amusing—it’s admirable. Honestly, even if it were for YouTube, I don’t think I could go that far. A match against Mike Tyson….”
Sergey Brin shook his head.
“Sergey, just know that I’m sacrificing this much for YouTube. But… what brings you by so suddenly today?”
“Sung-guk, I wanted to show my support… and there’s something I need to discuss with you.”
“Something to discuss?”
“It’s about YouTube.”
I looked at Sergey. But I couldn’t read his eyes behind those sunglasses at all.
[Sergey deliberately wore those sunglasses. To hide his true intentions! This cunning Russian fox!]
But I am a fox from South Korea!
One who has survived through ever-changing weather year-round!
[Now, let me slowly uncover what he’s really thinking.]
“Sergey, is this something serious?”
“Sung-guk, is YouTube prepared for adult content exposure?”
“Hmm… why are you asking that all of a sudden?”
“Most video sites collapse overnight when low-quality adult content floods them. I’m curious about how much self-regulation YouTube has and whether we can defend against it.”
“We’re already sufficiently defending against adult content access, Sergey.”
“Even if YouTube’s subscriber count grows further, you can still handle it?”
“We’re working on that right now. It’s a function that automatically deletes sensitive content.”
“Hmm… when do you think that will be ready?”
“Sergey, I know it’s a work in progress, but you also know that these things don’t happen overnight.”
“Hmm….”
Sergey finally removed his sunglasses. And looked at me.
“Sung-guk… we’ve received a tip that there’s a force trying to flood YouTube with adult content to crash it. And it’s supposed to happen before your match with Mike Tyson.”
“Sergey, who’s the informant?”
“I’m not sure.”
Sergey put his sunglasses back on. Concealing his true thoughts.

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