If I Don’t Earn 1 Trillion Won, My Regression Ends - Chapter 44

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Episode 44

 

Chapter 5. The New World Was There (Part 1)

 

Northern California, USA.

 

Somewhere west of Silicon Valley.

 

Los Altos Hills was a hilly area located at the foot of the Santa Cruz Mountains, unlike the central area which was mostly flat.

 

The mansion was located at the edge of the hills.

 

To the west, dense Sequoia Forest concealed the mansion like a fortress, and to the east, the empire of Silicon Valley’s IT companies could be seen at a glance.

 

Just from the location, one could tell the mansion owner’s meticulous temperament.

 

Jin Gubeon entered the mansion after completing identity verification.

 

Recently, the impact of the Chairman’s artificial intelligence topic during his guest lecture at Stanford University was significant.

 

Thanks to that, security vigilance had heightened accordingly.

 

“Chairman. This is Team Leader Jin. I’m coming in.”

 

The Chairman was always either in the research lab or the greenhouse.

 

Today it was the greenhouse.

 

California’s characteristic intense sunlight poured down through the glass ceiling.

 

Though it was an unusual hobby for an engineering genius who was close to machines, Park Min-su devoted all his care to the plants here.

 

What he especially cherished was the vivarium located in the center of the greenhouse.

 

It was a plant garden inside a long glass tank.

 

No one knew its origin, but it seemed the Chairman had brought it from Korea and never left it behind, carrying it wherever he went.

 

Chairman Park Min-su called it [Dream Bottle].

 

“Director Jae Hamyeon delivered the card from Korea.”

 

“Really? That’s faster than I thought.”

 

“As you said, he was able to meet in Pangyo.”

 

“I knew he’d covet Pangyo. He doesn’t seem to know how to throw curveballs at all. Only knows the basics. So naive.”

 

It was a cryptic remark.

 

Jin Gubeon was used to it. When the Chairman was lost in thought, he would mutter incomprehensible soliloquies.

 

“Did he only receive the card? What about the land? Didn’t he ask for it?”

 

“I didn’t receive any particular message about that…”

 

“He must have found a supporter. Did he move with his parents or uncle relatives again this time? That’s not his personality though.”

 

“He was accompanied by one celebrity. Bae Seo-nyeok, the person I reported about before.”

 

“Ah! Right~ Yes. I said he might go into the celebrity route. We even helped with the CF. Yes, that’s not bad either. I couldn’t see well because of the glasses then, but she was definitely a pretty girl. If managed well, she’ll become prettier than then. Celebrities are fine too. It would be better if he got the Dream Bottle, but did he receive excellence? It won’t be easy though.”

 

Park Min-su muttered while looking into the vivarium.

 

Public opinion about Quera’s Park Min-su is divided into two.

 

A genius of the ages.

 

Or an unprecedented fraud.

 

The voices calling him a fraud grew louder after the last lecture, but those working under Chairman Park Min-su believed without doubt that he was a pioneer of this era.

 

Even though he usually seemed careless like that, Park Min-su had never made a mistake.

 

He was always cold-headed, and the means he used had even cruel aspects.

 

Jin Gubeon had clearly witnessed how Park Min-su destroyed Jeon An-min, who was his childhood friend and co-founder.

 

Wasn’t he cold enough even to his homeland?

 

Emotions like patriotism were also a luxury for this man.

 

He was someone who could become as cruel as needed, so he was definitely not the type to be lost in absurd delusions like public rumors suggested.

 

‘I don’t know why such a person pays so much attention to a mere nine-year-old child though…’

 

Taking away an entire team from the Strategic Planning Department said it all.

 

The Second Support Team, where Jin Gubeon served as team leader, mainly handled watching people designated by the Chairman, and currently more than half the team’s focus was concentrated on Seosing-a and her family.

 

Jin Gubeon recalled the expression Chairman Park Min-su made every time he submitted reports.

 

His interested and delighted expression looked exactly like someone reading an interesting novel.

 

Jin Gubeon sometimes thought.

 

Reading these report files might be the busy Chairman’s only hobby.

 

If it weren’t for how particularly good his mood seemed whenever his cherished nephew got involved with Seosing-a, Jin Gubeon might have suspected the Chairman had some strange preferences.

 

“How does Team Leader Jin view this person Bae Seo-nyeok? His character, I mean. He’s not someone who backstabs others like Jeon An-min, right?”

 

“Not bad. His background is clean too. He seems to have ulterior motives, but it’s because of Director Haemun’s new work. He’s chosen Seosing-a for the female lead role in the new work, but the director has perfectionist tendencies so it seems he plans to develop her slowly. If Seosing-a decides on the celebrity route, there doesn’t seem to be a more appropriate path than that, so I didn’t interfere. Should I intervene?”

 

“No. Leave it alone. One must obtain their profession through their own strength. Just give a slight push when needed, as always.”

 

“Yes. Then how should we handle the Pangyo plot?”

 

“Right. Why didn’t he ask for it? He should need it.”

 

“Young Master Rampa did request that we give it to Seosing-a…”

 

“Then we should give it.”

 

“Yes. I’ll process it that way-”

 

“No!”

 

Wait. Park Min-su raised his hand to stop and pondered.

 

“Maybe because I wrote to come collect the payment, she thinks she can only get it by coming directly? I didn’t particularly mean it that way… Then that won’t do. We should keep it. Let’s give it when she comes. Don’t give it.”

 

“Understood-”

 

“No! What if she thinks I’m someone who doesn’t know gratitude? I’m not a bastard like Jeon An-min.”

 

“…”

 

“I’ve decided. Put it under Rampa’s name for now.”

 

Park Min-su nodded, satisfied with his own decision.

 

“If it’s urgent, she’ll find her way there. Rampa would be more comfortable than me.”

 

“Are you planning to keep the young master in Korea like this? Chairman, the complaints coming from Pierce are not few.”

 

Jin Gubeon was troubled.

 

Though he was Second Support Team, he belonged to the Strategic Planning Department broadly. One of the main duties of the Strategic Planning Department was close assistance to the owner family.

 

Currently, Quera’s governance structure was a solo system that depended entirely on Park Min-su alone, and there were only two blood relatives close to the Chairman in the world.

 

Since the Chairman had publicly declared he had no intention of marrying, the prospect of more people was distant.

 

Therefore, Strategic Planning staff had no choice but to pay attention to Rampa Lim, the one and only nephew, and moreover, Rampa Lim was an athlete that Quera was sponsoring with hundreds of millions.

 

“Alfred Pierce? What right does that bastard have?”

 

“Legally, he’s the father. His rights are more than sufficient.”

 

“Forget it. Let’s let Rampa do as he wants. That’s all I can do as an uncle.”

 

In his past life, Park Min-su was so indifferent and insensitive to his nephew that he couldn’t even remember how the kid died.

 

Back then, he had long severed ties with his only sister, so he didn’t even attend the funeral… He was truly a failing uncle.

 

At the old memories, Park Min-su clicked his tongue and waved his hand.

 

“Seosing-a is by his side. She’s even living in that house. With such a kind and pretty girl taking care of him nearby, his injuries will heal quickly too. Tell him if there’s a better sanatorium.”

 

“Chairman… if I may be so bold, calling a nine-year-old child a ‘girl’ is inappropriate.”

 

Jin Gubeon had been dying to point this out for a while.

 

“Ah, okay.”

 

“Why are you so good to Seosing-a?”

 

The Chairman was in a decent mood today, making him relatively easy to talk to.

 

Jin Gubeon didn’t miss this rare opportunity and asked.

 

“She’s still a young child, and you don’t even have any acquaintance with her, Chairman. Of course, she’s not without noteworthy points. She’s strangely knowledgeable about stocks, and looking at just that aspect, you could call her a genius. Still-”

 

“Team Leader Jin. Have you heard of Chicken Soup for the Soul?”

 

“Pardon? Soup… you mean?”

 

“No. In my case, it’s oatmeal porridge.”

 

It’s a book title, but it’s spread widely and used like an idiom in the Western world.

 

Like the chicken soup mother used to make when you were sick, a small gesture that warmly comforts the hungry soul of someone ill and weary.

 

Park Min-su smiled faintly and hummed like talking to himself.

 

“The goodwill of one bowl of porridge equals a thousand nyang debt~.”

 

♧

 

Current situation: I’m terrified and have fallen ill…

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