The Baby Seizes Fortune - Chapter 10

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Episode 10

He had never deposited monthly rent to the landlady, no, he didn’t even have the money to do so, yet a full year’s worth of rent had been deposited under his name, so it was understandable.

“What the…”

Junho immediately made a phone call as if someone came to mind.

“…Oh, no. Yes. Aunt.”

His face looked dazed as if he couldn’t find a proper answer.

“Who on earth would give me…”

“Daddy!”

“…”

“Daddy!!”

“Oh, oh! Chaea!”

“Chaea is hungry.”

I rubbed my hollow stomach and puffed out my cheeks.

“Ah, right. We need to eat. Sorry.”

Junho immediately went to the gas stove and skillfully poured oil into the frying pan.

A warm meal was prepared before long. In front of me was a fried egg that Junho had made, and in the center of the table were plenty of kimchi and seasoned squid that the 1st Floor Landlady had given us.

“Wow, the landlady’s side dishes are the best! Of course, daddy’s fried egg is the best too!”

My mouth watered.

“Right, she makes kimchi so well too. She’s so kind. Daddy, I’ve been living here for 5 years already and she hasn’t raised the rent.”

Although it was a rooftop apartment, this place wasn’t in a bad location within Seoul City and seemed cheap compared to the surrounding market prices.

“I should repay her kindness someday… But who paid the rent…”

Putting radish kimchi on his rice, Junho still looked bewildered.

The snacks the landlady had bought earlier were also placed in a corner of the room.

“Any worries?”

“Ah, she’s worried about her son’s career path. He’s a high school senior now, wondering whether to go to Yeongseong University’s Computer Engineering department or Hanjil University’s Civil Engineering department.”

Come to think of it, it was the time for regular admission announcements and enrollment.

“I don’t know much about college admissions, but Hanjil University is much higher ranked, right? Her son is very interested in computers so he wants to go to Yeongseong University, but the teachers at school are telling him to go to Hanjil University.”

After all, producing Hanjil University graduates and such titles are important.

Hmm, anyway, the landlady has such worries?

I thought while stuffing my cheeks full of rice.

‘If I had to choose between the two, obviously…’

The corners of my mouth turned up slightly.

“As expected, Hanjil…”

“Chaea would go to Yeongseong University.”

“Huh…?”

Junho’s eyes widened.

By current standards, Hanjil University was indeed more popular.

But as far as I knew, after the IMF, an unprecedented private school corruption scandal would break out, causing Hanjil University to falter.

Some provincial university would acquire the failing Hanjil University, sell the land to pay off debts and take the Hanjil University name, but the graduates would inevitably rebel.

On the other hand, Yeongseong University, which was currently far below Hanjil University, would receive investment from major corporations and jump three levels in university rankings with tremendous employment rates, taking the position that Hanjil University once held.

Most importantly, the major that the landlady’s son chose – Computer Engineering.

In a future society where demand for IT personnel would increase, there would be no worry about employment.

Even in the future I came from, where AI had replaced a significant portion of entry-level jobs, demand for seniors with professional expertise in that field hadn’t decreased, so Yeongseong University’s Computer Engineering department would be a wise choice at this time.

Most importantly.

“The landlady’s son should do what he wants to do!”

Choices made under someone’s coercion always leave regrets.

“Even if you fall down, if you’re not afraid and challenge yourself, you won’t regret it later.”

Junho looked at me with complicated eyes for a long time.

This story would apply to the current Junho as well.

“Life is only once and no one can live it for you. Mommy… said that.”

Junho, who had been quietly surprised, soon smiled faintly.

“That’s… probably right?”

Munch munch, I diligently finished the entire bowl of rice.

* * *

“Money.”

Noah, who had been digging in the ground, brought a scroll in his mouth and unrolled it for me.

[Account balance is 98,205,300 won.]

One day when Junho went to work, I rummaged through the drawer, took out an envelope, and put in the claim documents to send to the insurance company.

Documents like Mother’s death certificate and family register had been brought by Junho when the Kang Siblings organized documents about me last time, and I had asked him to copy them at the stationery store in front of the house, saying it was an errand.

I barely managed to put it in the tall red mailbox and waited anxiously, and when there was a ding notification sound saying 100 million won had been deposited, how relieved I was.

‘Thank you, Mother…’

I will never forget Saebyeol’s heart, who poured all her love into me.

Anyway, part of the insurance money that came in was transferred to the landlady for the house payment through Noah.

It wasn’t difficult since the landlady’s account number was written in Junho’s notebook.

Even after making the transfer, this much remained, so this should be enough as seed money for investment.

And if you asked someone who had lived in modern times, if they could go back to this period and invest, where would they invest, probably five out of ten people would answer like this.

‘Hyeonseong Electronics.’

Hyeonseong Electronics, whose stock price fell to 10,000 won per share due to the IMF liquidity crisis, would rise to 40,000 won just one year later.

“Invest 50 million won in Hyeonseong Electronics.”

[Cannot find target.]

“You’re pretending not to know on purpose.”

Are you ignoring me because I have a lisp?

[No. U ´x` U]

The white puppy played dumb.

This guy? Lately, as he’s gradually developing self-awareness, he’s started to find my commands annoying.

“I’ll just delete you.”

I can see the delete button, you know.

When I glanced threateningly at the upper right corner where the delete button was, Noah hurriedly started operating.

[Would you like to purchase 5,000 shares of Hyeonseong Electronics stock from Tomorrow Securities? ૮₍ ◔ ᴥ ◔ ₎ა]

“Deal.”

[Stock purchase completed.]

Now I plan to bury this money for a while, waiting for the miracle of 50 million won becoming 200 million won.

Stretch! As I stretched, I suddenly heard voices coming from outside the window.

‘This voice is…’

The landlady’s son?

I slightly opened the window and peeked outside.

Junho was talking with Minsu, the landlady’s son.

Minsu had followed Junho like an older brother since middle school.

From what I could roughly hear, it seemed to be about Minsu’s career path. Choosing a university is a difficult matter.

“Chaea said this.”

Junho’s gentle voice could be heard.

“She said no one can live your life for you. So you should do what you want to do.”

At this, Minsu’s eyes wavered slightly.

“…Chaea, that little kid?”

“Right. It’s a truth about the world that even a five-year-old knows.”

Perhaps because he was next to Minsu, who looked like a high school student, Junho seemed particularly mature today.

“Success and failure are my responsibility, but if I couldn’t even try because I was scared or because of someone’s coercion, I would definitely regret it later.”

“…”

“Because life is only once.”

The winter sky, full of twinkling stars, was covering the world.

“So I too… want to unfold my folded dreams once more.”

At Junho’s words, the corners of my mouth naturally lifted.

Eventually, Minsu, who had been looking at Junho for a long time, also nodded his head.

“…Hyung, I think I’ll try doing that too.”

* * *

On television, the progress of the national gold collection campaign to overcome the IMF crisis was being broadcast.

I watched it for a while, then changed the channel.

A debate program about the upcoming presidential election was airing.

“Who do you think will become the next president?”

Junho, who was rustling around organizing a stack of papers behind me, asked curiously.

I slightly lifted the corners of my mouth.

Because I knew the results of the upcoming election.

“It’ll probably be a close race, won’t it?”

At my words, Junho gasped and said in surprise.

“Our Chaea, you even know the term ‘close race’?”

Junho’s eyes sparkled as if he was looking at a genius baby.

“Really amazing.”

It’s excessive but not unpleasant. Rather, I like being Junho’s pride.

‘It’s rewarding to raise me, isn’t it? Hehe.’

To briefly explain, of the money left after paying a year’s rent, I invested 50 million won in Hyunsung, and invested the remaining 48 million won in election-themed stocks.

Candidates present the areas they want to develop through their pledges, and when elected, the stock prices of those sectors tend to jump up.

And the stocks I invested in were ones that would jump considerably after that candidate won this election.

‘The president who will be elected this time has a clear stance on expanding and enhancing social infrastructure like roads, ports, and railways, so I bought a lot of construction and infrastructure-related stocks.’

Due to the economic crisis, many assets are undervalued, and among them, I plan to invest mainly in stocks with high profit rates matching their risk levels.

Real estate would be the easiest method, but for example, if you went back to 2012, wouldn’t there be no one who would buy real estate instead of Bitcoin?

Knowing the flow of the future is an indescribable blessing that allows you to ignore ‘risk’ and gain tremendous profits in a capitalist society.

[You have achieved an average return rate of 12% over the past month. ૮₍´˶ᵔ ᴥ ᵔ˶₎ა]

Look at this satisfying return rate just from watching!

“Father, did you organize the audition list?”

I jumped up and approached Junho.

“Yes. Here it is.”

Sitting in front of the printed new audition list, I carefully searched for works that Junho should apply to.

‘As I expected.’

This place really seemed to be the past of reality. All the works on the list were dramas that had actually aired in the past in the world before my possession.

Of course, there were some I was seeing for the first time since they were too old.

Among these, which work had the highest viewership rating?

“But… hmm.”

At my gaze as I turned the pages one by one with small hands, Junho shrugged his shoulders.

“Writer Kim Bong-cheol really wrote the history of hits with his last drama 【Super Hit】. Korean dramas being exported overseas, isn’t that really amazing? So I’m worried because this work will probably have fierce competition…”

“That one won’t work.”

“Uh…what?”

Junho’s innocent face stiffened awkwardly with confusion.

The work he considers the most anticipated becomes Kim Bong-cheol’s greatest flop in his career due to a lackluster story and poor viewership ratings.

“Chaea, Writer Kim Bong-cheol debuted with 【Yellow Dandelion】 in 1990 and has won so many awards at the Baeksang Arts Awards. He’s had five consecutive hit works, so wouldn’t this work surely do well too? Especially, the setting of Writer Kim Bong-cheol’s work this time is global…”

“Anyway, not this time. If you like Writer Kim Bong-cheol, appear in the drama that comes out in 3 years. That one will be such a hit that it rewrites drama history.”

“Uh…what?”

I cut off Junho’s lengthening explanation and flipped through the pages quickly.

“Well, if Chaea says so… I guess that’s how it is…?”

And eventually, I found the name of a familiar work.

‘This is…?’

My pupils shook violently.

Soon, barely composing myself, I looked at Junho.

Pale skin and a pretty face, gentle eyes but handsome. He definitely had the feel of a melodrama protagonist, and yet…

Whoosh-

His appearance overlapped with the impactful characters from the works of the PD who planned that project.

They say each PD has a preferred type of actor, and I thought maybe Junho might fit that criteria.

‘Yes, perhaps…’

“How about this one?”

“Huh? This is…”

Junho slowly read the title of the work.

“…【Typhoon Internal Medicine】?”

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