I Will Raise This Family to Greatness - Chapter 347

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Chapter 347
Should I call this a blessing?
Ironically, the effect of Jeon Nostradamus was gradually fading due to the tarot shop incident.
– The human side of CEO Jeon Sung-guk, who can predict major earthquakes in Japan but can’t see even one step ahead in his own life. After all, even the Buddha can’t cut his own hair!
– TV entertainment programs flooding CEO Jeon Sung-guk with love calls!
Instead of the endless calls to the office asking me to reveal my future, entertainment program production teams began flooding me with casting requests.
Jeon Tae-guk answered a call and came running over excitedly.
“Sung-guk! We got a casting request from MBJ’s Kang Ho-sung for a program called 【Finding Your Soulmate】! I used to watch that show and it was so entertaining. Apparently they’re bringing it back now. It’s a reboot, they call it. You absolutely have to go on that show. I really enjoyed watching it!”
Jeon Tae-guk was even more excited than I was.
“When I watched it, I even hired dancers and learned choreography so I could perform during the initiation dance segment if I went on. Want to see?”
“William, that’s enough.”
“Right, I’ll show you my dance moves next time. But you’re definitely going on this show, right?”
“William, I’m… currently serving in the military. I’m not a civilian—I’m a soldier. I can’t participate in activities like that.”
“Oh… Sung-guk, should I talk to Father about it?”
“William, no matter how powerful Samjeon is, military matters are off-limits. And even if it were possible, if I exposed myself on something like that and became unpopular with the public, it would be difficult to do business in Korea.”
“Ah… right. Then, Sung-guk, would it be okay if I went instead?”
“So your parting with Lim Jin-seo is certain, then.”
“No, it’s just… I want to be on TV… and I’ve already been practicing the dance for the initiation segment…”
[Don’t worry, Jeon Tae-guk. You’ll have plenty of opportunities to appear on TV through congressional hearings in the future. Too bad we won’t get to see the dance, though.]
Jeon Tae-guk turned to leave reluctantly, then suddenly looked back.
“Oh, Sung-guk. What are you doing this weekend?”
“I have work.”
[I won’t be able to date anyway… might as well work. That’s all that’s left for you, Jeon Tae-guk.]
“Then come somewhere with me.”
“Where?”
“I have a gathering with some friends.”
I had a feeling I knew what that gathering was.
“What kind of gathering?”
“Cheolsamhoe.”
Cheolsamhoe.
It was a shortened name for a gathering of thoughtless third-generation chaebol heirs.
Even now, I thought the name was incredibly childish.
Of course, I had been a member of that group in my previous life.
“Cheolsamhoe? That name sounds suspicious.”
I pretended not to know.
“Right? Anyway, they’re making a fuss about me bringing you there. I haven’t been able to go for a while because I’ve been busy, so let’s go together. They’re friends worth knowing if you want to do business in Korea.”
“Okay.”
I gave a noncommittal answer.
Friends worth knowing if you want to do business in Korea—that’s true.
But not for me.
FaceNote and YouTube. And Instagrim and TikTok are global groups. There was no reason to get entangled with kids merely running businesses in Korea.
But I did want to see the pathetic antics of the thoughtless third-generation chaebol heirs of Cheolsamhoe after all this time.
* * *
“Sung-guk!”
Adam came rushing over with an urgent voice.
What was going on?
“Adam, what’s wrong?”
“This coming weekend. Misseight is holding a fan signing event.”
Adam blinked his eyes rapidly.
“Adam, are you asking me to get you a ticket to the Misseight fan signing?”
“Well… lately with TikTok, I’ve been working overtime every day, so I haven’t been able to enjoy my Misseight fandom. And somehow my work efficiency has been dropping. Work efficiency can’t drop, right, Sung-guk?”
Adam was getting quite good at persuading me.
“Adam, I’ll ask Park Jin-soo. By May, we should be able to see the TikTok program running smoothly overall, right?”
Adam’s eyes widened at my words.
“Sung-guk… that’s. Too soon. Our programmers are really pouring their souls into this. Even so, May is impossible.”
“Hmm… Adam, do you need more staff?”
“That would be nice.”
“One brilliant programmer is better than ten ordinary ones, right?”
“Of course….”
Adam trailed off.
“Sung-guk. Don’t tell me?”
“Sam called me yesterday.”
“Sam did message me saying he wanted to come to Korea anyway.”
“He broke up with Susan.”
Adam’s face darkened.
“Sam must be struggling.”
“Breakups are always hard. Sam said being in the same space as Susan was too difficult for him, and he asked me when he’d be able to date again.”
I could feel Sam’s desperation, but I couldn’t know about Sam’s love life when I didn’t even understand my own.
“So I suggested to him that coming to Korea and working together with Adam, my soul mate, might be good.”
Adam’s eyes began to sparkle.
“Really, Sung-guk?”
“If Sam comes, things will probably run faster and better. The FaceNote US headquarters and YouTube are already running smoothly. If Sam comes, he could also oversee YouTube’s Asia division operations simultaneously.”
And most importantly, I could finally kick Adam and Sam out of my house.
“If Sam comes, our place is a bit cramped, so I’ll find separate accommodations for the two of you.”
“Sung-guk! What are you saying?”
What was this reaction?
“I really love living with Sung-guk. Sam will definitely feel the same way.”
[I hate it! I want to finally enjoy a perfect single life!]
I calmed my heart and answered appropriately.
“Adam, let’s talk about that when Sam arrives.”
“Sung-guk, when is Sam arriving?”
“Hmm… I talked it over with Mark, and he said once the handover is complete, Sam can leave right away. He asked me to let him know once the date is set.”
“Now I can finally share my Misseight fandom with Sam.”
I shook my head slowly.
“Adam, wouldn’t it be better to actually date someone instead of obsessing over celebrities?”
“Sung-guk. I trust most of what you say unconditionally, but I’m going to refuse any advice about romance.”
Ugh.
[This is all because of that tarot master!!!]
* * *
Saturday morning, Jeon Tae-guk woke me up with a commotion.
“Sung-guk, wake up!”
I glanced at the clock.
I’d definitely worked late yesterday and fallen asleep past 3 a.m., and now it was 8 in the morning.
And Jeon Tae-guk absolutely never woke up at 8 a.m. on weekends.
“Hyung, what’s going on?”
“I made a reservation at Samjeon Department Store for 9 a.m.”
“The department store doesn’t open at that time.”
“Of course it doesn’t. But since I’m going, they’ll open it for me. The Cheolsamhoe guys are going to show up dressed to the nines today since it’s been so long since we’ve all gotten together.”
[Sigh… these really are irresponsible twenty-something tycoons.]
Jeon Tae-guk shook me.
“Sung-guk, you and I can’t lose to them.”
“Hyung, I look good enough that I can wear anything.”
“Absolutely not. You’re a special guest that I’m bringing along.”
A special guest?
That meant this was the occasion to determine whether I could join Cheolsamhoe or not.
“Hyung! You never mentioned that. A special guest!”
“Sung-guk, how would you know what a special guest means to our Cheolsamhoe?”
[Oh, I slipped up….]
“Well… since the word ‘special’ is attached to it, it must mean something more than just a regular guest, right?”
“Exactly.”
Jeon Tae-guk looked unconvinced, but he nodded anyway.
“Sung-guk, I didn’t tell you because I thought you’d refuse if you knew what kind of occasion this was. I’m trying to secure a spot for you in our Cheolsamhoe. But even though I’m the successor to Samjeon, anyone who wants to join our group has to pass a test.”
“Hyung, I’m not interested in Cheolsamhoe.”
“Sung-guk, if you’re going to do business in Korea, it’s good to know all these people.”
Park Sung-hee, the successor to Posk, South Korea’s steel tycoon.
Han Tae-jin, from Hansung Automotive, the car conglomerate.
Choi Gwang-mo, who started making school uniforms and then rose to prominence in telecommunications.
Shin Dae-sung, who went from selling gum to becoming a distribution magnate.
And Jeon Tae-guk from Samjeon.
In short, they were irresponsible third-generation heirs from South Korea’s top conglomerates.
“Hyung, I promised I’d go check it out. The third-generation chaebol heirs of South Korea.”
“You’ll change your mind once you meet them. They’re better than you’d think.”
[I know those kids well enough, Jeon Tae-guk. I know better than anyone that people don’t change.]
“Sung-guk, you should make new friends here in Korea and experience dating too!”
I shot up from my seat.
[Fine, let me check out this childish gathering once.]
* * *
Luxury from head to toe.
And not the kind of luxury anyone could buy—Jeon Tae-guk was decked out in pieces reserved exclusively for VVIPs.
“Sung-guk, nobody else will be wearing a watch like this.”
[A dog from the village school thinking he’s become a decent person under me. Still so immature.]
Jeon Tae-guk smiled while admiring the watch, of which only one existed in Korea.
As I aged in my previous life, I developed taste and came to prefer what suited me over price tags, but in my immature twenties, I was obsessed with things that were obviously expensive, uniquely one-of-a-kind in South Korea—that sort of thing.
“Sung-guk, just pick the most expensive one.”
“Hyung, I like this one.”
“What, you look good in anything anyway. I’m jealous, really jealous.”
I shrugged my shoulders.
And we headed toward a very special place.
* * *
Jeon Tae-guk’s car arrived at Pyeongchang-dong, lined with detached houses.
[It’s been a while….]
The Cheolsamhoe didn’t meet at a hotel or an urban hideout like Itaewon or Cheongdam-dong.
They’d converted an empty detached house in Pyeongchang-dong into their headquarters.
The reason was simple.
They wanted to enjoy themselves without anyone knowing, in complete secrecy, without drawing attention.
As the parking garage shutter rose, supercars from South Korea came into view, lined up one after another.
The Lamborghini Jeon Tae-guk drove today was also the only one of its kind to enter South Korea.
The parking garage entrance closed, and we went inside.
After climbing a few steps, a flat garden came into view.
It was a place they gathered maybe once every few months, but it was always well-maintained.
“Sung-guk, there are five maintenance staff here. That’s job creation too, right? We in Cheolsamhoe consider this kind of thing as corporate social responsibility for the wealthy.”
Jeon Tae-guk shrugged his shoulders.
The daily expenses of the Cheolsamhoe members eating and drinking today would undoubtedly exceed the monthly salaries of the five maintenance staff.
[Still pathetic… born with a diamond spoon in their mouths, and they call this job creation?]
I sighed inwardly.
“Hey, Tae-guk!”
Park Sung-hee from Porsche, who had just opened the front door with a drink already in hand, greeted us warmly.
Perhaps because Park Sung-hee was descended from a steel conglomerate, she had the most generous demeanor among the third-generation chaebol heirs gathered today.
As Jeon Tae-guk entered, Choi Gwang-mo and Shin Dae-sung, who had already arrived, greeted him warmly.
“So this is the famous CEO Jeon Sung-guk?”
Choi Gwang-mo extended his hand eagerly.
[Choi Gwang-mo, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? How are things with your wife? Are you still unmarried…?]
Later, Choi Gwang-mo would write an exquisitely heartfelt love letter from prison declaring his love for his mistress while filing for divorce from his wife—bringing every conceivable shame upon South Korea’s conglomerates.
“Hello, I’m Jeon Sung-guk.”
“You’re really handsome. How tall are you?”
At that moment, Shin Dae-sung asked smoothly in Japanese.
[Probably to make sure no one thinks he’s not Japanese.]
I responded with equal fluency in Japanese.
“About 184 centimeters.”
“Your Japanese is excellent too.”
“I’ve always had a strong interest in languages.”
[You’re in a different league from someone like you, Shin Dae-sung, who only speaks Japanese properly.]
“Sung-guk speaks several languages. This guy was Harvard’s youngest admission.”
Jeon Tae-guk spoke with pride about me.
It was a show of respect for the guest he’d brought.
[Jeon Tae-guk, take it easy. These people have already investigated exactly how brilliant and accomplished I am.]
“Jeon Sung-guk is already famous, after all. Handsome, a genius… and on top of that, he even has precognitive abilities.”
Park Sung-hee lightened the atmosphere a bit.
“Well, since you’re here, what should we start with for the main course?”
“But Han Tae-jin still hasn’t arrived?”
Jeon Tae-guk scanned the surroundings.
Han Tae-jin of Hanseong Automobiles.
Samjeon’s rival who alternated with them for the top one or two positions in the business world, and Jeon Tae-guk’s rival.
And a shameless attention-seeker who could only be satisfied by making a grand entrance at the very end.
[Han Tae-jin, nothing’s changed about you from my past life to now…]
That was when it happened.
The door opened and Han Tae-jin stepped in with a slightly arrogant smile.
“Everyone’s here.”
At that moment, sparks flew between Jeon Tae-guk and Han Tae-jin.
On the wrists of both Han Tae-jin and Jeon Tae-guk gleamed identical watches—the only two of their kind that had ever entered South Korea.
I picked up my cognac and took a sip.
[This is turning out to be quite intriguing today…]

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