The Chairman of Pharmaceutical Company is a Poison King - Chapter 114

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Chapter 114: The Immortal Realm is Joyful Today Too

As soon as the first batch of MRC was shipped out, Tae-ju went to the Mirinae Pharmaceutical factory.

Baek Seo-yeon, who had been waiting.

“Chairman.”

“Is the acquisition finished?”

“It’s almost complete. The ownership will be transferred soon.”

“Hmm, but why is the factory so deserted?”

It really was.

For a major pharmaceutical company’s factory, the equipment was stopped as if there had been a power outage.

There were hardly any employees visible either.

“The company was struggling, so the factory hasn’t been running well. Many employees were laid off, and salaries were months behind.”

“Tsk, that’s unfortunate.”

We should have acquired it earlier.

Among the affected employees, there must have been breadwinners supporting entire families.

‘Lee Byeong-u, that bastard is just the same.’

I made sure to remember that.

“Reinstate all the laid-off employees and pay all overdue salaries without exception. Raise their annual salaries to match our employees’ standards too.”

“I’ll handle it immediately.”

“How’s the progress on the Paju factory?”

“Branch Manager Jeong Yeon-hee is personally overseeing and pushing for completion. That place should be ready for production soon too.”

I should visit Paju as well.

I need to go and give them some encouragement at least.

We have sufficient materials.

Soon we’ll be able to pour out treatment medicine.

Until now, we just lacked facilities and labor.

The number of mana rejection sufferers worldwide is about 200 million. If they all receive MRC up to the 5th dose, we need 1 billion units immediately.

Moreover, many children are still being born as mana rejection sufferers.

The ultimate goal is to make mana rejection syndrome a common ailment less serious than a cold.

‘A mana rejection sufferer? It’s okay. You’ll get better with an injection.’

‘You want to leave early because you’re a mana rejection sufferer? With just that excuse? Stop faking illness. No way!’

‘The baby born is a mana rejection sufferer. Yes, there are no other conditions, thank goodness.’

That day isn’t far off.

Now let me handle some personal matters.

Tae-ju went to the New Seoul Large Toy Shopping Mall.

Honestly, I wasn’t satisfied with the toys Song Su-hui purchased.

First of all, the quantity was woefully inadequate.

I gave her a limitless card and told her to buy everything.

Why are they all educational toys like building blocks, or flashy toys, swords, guns, dolls… It would be better to send more snacks that kids actually like.

I clearly said they were 10 years old or older.

Is it because she’s never had children?

‘I shouldn’t leave things like this to others.’

I put the delivery on hold for now.

I need to buy and send them myself.

Still, there was exactly one thing I liked.

But just one thing.

The reason I’m going to the toy shopping mall now is to buy that in bulk.

“How long does the battery last for this product?”

“With mana crystal batteries applied, assuming 10 hours of operation per day, it’s sufficient for over 3 months.”

I like it.

While I’m at it, I’ll send a few more generators too.

I have plenty of elite crystals in the Infinite Space.

“How many of these do you have? Is what’s displayed everything?”

“No. There are more in the warehouse. How many more do you need?”

“All!”

“…Excuse me?”

“Give me all of them. You can deliver them to this logistics warehouse. Right now.”

“Ah, understood.”

The volume is bigger than I thought.

I’m not sure if I can send them all.

A thought I always have whenever I send things to the Immortal Realm.

‘It would be nice to have a few more subspace bags.’

Subspace items.

Actually, when you think about it, they’re very mysterious objects.

I have no idea where or who makes them.

The Infinite Space is an immortal’s magic, so that’s understandable, but aren’t subspace items made on Earth?

‘Awakened creation skills make subspace items?’

The more I think about it, the more suspicious it becomes.

Other magic items are questionable too.

Objects that transcend the era.

They’re practically no different from OOPArts.

‘…They might be items made by soul connectors.’

No, it’s almost certain.

‘Both me and Cheonma…’

There are definitely more soul connectors.

I don’t know how many there are.

‘I’ll meet them eventually.’

As long as they’re not bastards like Cheonma.

A little later, the items sent from the toy shopping mall arrived at the logistics warehouse.

Just as I was about to put them into the Infinite Space!

Buzz buzz buzz.

The delivery signal appeared at perfect timing.

“Okay!”

Perfect timing.

I moved the Cheon-gye flowers in the shared warehouse, and emptied the flowers from the subspace bag and gourd as well.

‘There’s plenty of time.’

After the soul connection event caused by the past Grand Master of Honweonmusangdokryeongong, the shared warehouse grew larger and the duration of the sparkle increased.

Thanks to that, I now have more leisure time for receiving and sending items.

First, I’ll fill the shared warehouse. Then I’ll put items in the two subspace items too.

It was still sparkling.

It’s nice having plenty of time.

By the way, will the Cheonin like these items?

* * *

The mana rejection syndrome treatment, MRC, began being supplied to the Samhan Empire and the entire world. This was the first emergency dose for severe and critical patients.

Rejection sufferers with relatively mild symptoms were pushed to lower priority.

But no one complained.

They felt the pain of shared suffering.

Rachel Pittman, daughter of American Republic President Billy Pittman, was also classified as severe and fortunately could receive the treatment.

Wheeze, wheeze, wheeze.

Rachel wearing an oxygen respirator and breathing heavily.

“Shall we begin?”

“Uh, quickly!”

The White House physician inserted the syringe containing the MRC treatment into the drug injection port connected to the IV line.

Billy Pittman and his wife watched with tense expressions.

What would happen?

The treatment’s effectiveness had already been verified, but they couldn’t help feeling worried.

A moment later.

Breathe, breathe, breathe.

Rachel’s breathing became much more comfortable.

And then.

She slowly opened her eyes.

“Ohhh!”

“Ra, Rachel!”

She even removed the oxygen respirator with her own hands.

“Dad, Mom…”

How long had it been?

Since they had heard their daughter’s voice.

“Rachel, are you okay?”

“Mmm, I feel comfortable. I can breathe well too.”

“Hahahaha! Yes, you’ll get even better now.”

Billy Pittman laughed loudly.

With this, he too realized the drug’s effectiveness.

No matter how close to death someone was, one MRC injection would save them.

It was truly like a dream.

Who was responsible for all this?

Kim Tae-ju of Taehong Bio.

His very existence was a miracle.

‘I envy Emperor Ryu Tae-hyeon of Samhan.’

If Chairman Kim Tae-ju had a flaw, it was that he wasn’t a citizen of the American Republic.

Billy Pittman picked up his smartphone and called the White House Chief of Staff.

“Nelse.”

– Mr. President, how is Miss Rachel?

“She’s much better. She’s passed the crisis.”

– Ah! Congratulations.

“Thank you. By the way, did you look into what I instructed before? About the subspace items.”

– We’re currently in contact with the owners. But they’re asking for a high price.

“Try to obtain them if possible. I’m counting on you.”

– I’ll do my best.

Currently, there was one subspace bag owned by the state.

For military unit support during monster subjugation operations.

They could give that, but would one be enough?

As a major power, they should prepare at least two or more.

And he planned to use that as an excuse to invite Chairman Kim Tae-ju to America.

He wanted to meet him once.

To apologize for the counterfeit drugs and express his gratitude.

Sincerely.

* * *

Heavenly Realm.

The cry of an Immortal Crane could be heard from afar.

“Kyaak, kyaak!”

The Immortal Crane, whose wounds from Gonryun Seonin had healed considerably and whose head had regained its red color.

Taesang Nogoon dismounted from the crane.

His outfit that had now become his signature – black suit with shoes and sunglasses.

With one hand in his pocket and the other holding a clutch bag, he entered the Immortal Realm Multiplex with confident steps.

The first place he went was the cocktail bar run by Ju-seon.

“One martini.”

“…It’s been a while since you came, Nogoon.”

“Well, I’ve been quite busy. I’m not in a position to just play around.”

Twitch.

Ju-seon’s brow furrowed.

Playing around? It sounded like he was making a pointed remark.

“Payment in advance.”

Then Taesang Nogoon casually threw a credit card onto the bar counter.

Thunk!

It slid forward and came to rest in front of Ju-seon.

Swoosh!

“Just charge for three drinks. And bring out some appetizers too, like cheese or ham.”

“…”

This was getting more annoying.

Throwing the credit card?

Even if he was a big spender, still.

‘What a troublesome Nogoon.’

But he was still a customer, so what could he do.

“Here you are. But what brings the usually sedentary Nogoon here?”

“Hehehe, I came to deliver good news, of course.”

“Good news?”

“Everyone should be grateful to me.”

Taesang Nogoon took out a cigarette from his clutch bag and put it in his mouth.

Anticipation began to swell in a corner of his heart.

He had come personally to talk about the increase in Seondo distribution.

How much would the immortals revere him then?

Though not as much as Dok-seon, he could solidify his position as the second-in-command of the Immortal Realm.

“I reached an agreement with Seo Wang-mo of the Palace of Peach Blossoms.”

“What?”

Pop!

Lighting his cigarette with the always pleasant Dupont lighter.

“Whooooo, from now on, we’ve decided to distribute one Seondo per day to each of us immortals.”

The thick white cigarette smoke that Nogoon exhaled spread into the air.

“This is the good news.”

How about that?

Amazing, right?

But Ju-seon’s face contorted mercilessly.

“You crazy old fool! Where do you think this is, lighting up tobacco?”

What?

Taesang Nogoon was bewildered.

Did he just yell at me?

That’s when it happened.

Swoosh!

A flash of sword light gleamed before Taesang Nogoon’s eyes.

“Hiiik?”

The lit end of his cigarette was precisely cut off.

It was the Swordsman.

“Wh-what are you doing? Suddenly pointing a sword at me?”

“What are you doing in a place where children come and go? Nogoon!”

“…Ch-children, you say.”

Then the Immortals who were resting in the break room also rushed over, pointing fingers and cursing.

“Even running a hundred air purifiers wouldn’t be enough, and you’re smoking?”

“Will you take responsibility if the children get lung cancer?”

“Tsk tsk, you still want to smoke after seeing those hideous pictures on cigarette packs?”

“His arrogance has reached its peak.”

“We clothe him and raise him, so he thinks he can do whatever he wants.”

“Confiscate his lighter for 3 days!”

“Will that be enough? We should just break his wrist.”

Taesang Nogoon was flustered.

He had clearly said he would give one Seondo per day…

Why was he being treated like this?

One Seondo per day.

Wasn’t that the demand those unemployed Immortal bastards had protested for?

It was an achievement made through heated arguments with Sangje at the upper realm representative meeting.

But now they were cornering him with this ridiculous excuse about children?

Where were there any children here?

Just then, Dok-seon also came down from upstairs.

“If it isn’t Taesang Nogoon.”

“Oh! Dok-seon! You came. Listen to me. At the representative meeting, we agreed on one Seondo per day…”

“Wait!”

Danggumak sniffed around, smelling the air.

“Who smoked here?”

Then all the Immortals’ fingers pointed at Taesang Nogoon.

“Nogoon did.”

“Nogoon smoked.”

“He was flicking his lighter and smoking shamelessly.”

‘Ugh! Look at this behavior…’

“Is that something an Immortal should do?”

“Manners make the Immortal, you know.”

Glare!

Danggumak’s gaze boring into Taesang Nogoon.

“No, really, why is everyone acting like this? What did I do wrong…”

Suddenly!

Rumble rumble rumble!

“Let’s go outside and play.”

“Right! If we only play games, we’ll become shut-ins.”

“But what’s this smell?”

“Ugh…”

Children poured down through the stairs.

“Gasp!”

Taesang Nogoon was startled.

‘Real children? Ah…! They’re Cheonin.’

Now he understood.

Though it was a bit unfair.

‘Would it kill them to tell me in advance?’

They seemed to have come to play at the multiplex.

They were all wearing similar clothes.

Numbers from another world were embroidered on their backs, and they held balls as big as heads and wore strangely shaped shoes.

“Today I’m going to attack.”

“No! You have to be the goalkeeper.”

“Why am I always the keeper?”

“Because you’re good at catching the ball.”

“Really? Then I’ll be the goalkeeper.”

The Immortals also got excited seeing them.

“Will you let us join too?”

“Yes! Let’s go out quickly.”

“Ice cream bet, deal?”

“No cheating! No flying either.”

“I absolutely won’t use immortal energy.”

“Then deal!”

The Immortals and Cheonin went out together to pick teams and play ball, or rather, soccer.

Danggumak watched them with a pleased smile.

Right then!

Beep beep beep.

A delivery signal from Earth.

‘It’s here.’

Danggumak opened the shared warehouse.

Hurriedly taking out the items, he put Cheon-gye flowers in the shared warehouse.

The items Tae-ju had sent – aerial smartphones, subspace items, and toys for the children to play with…

“Oh! Something like this?”

He emptied everything and filled it with Cheon-gye flowers again.

‘Nothing else to send?’

For now, he would only send flowers instead of Seondo.

Until enough treatment medicine was produced.

Now let’s check.

The items Tae-ju had sent.

He thought they were ordinary toys, but…

‘The Cheonin will love these.’

Danggumak went outside.

The Cheonin and Immortals were in the middle of playing ball in the courtyard in front of the multiplex.

First, he took out one.

Instantly, all eyes focused on Danggumak.

“Huh?”

“That’s…”

“A car?”

“If it’s triangular, isn’t that a Benz?”

“But why is it so small?”

It was a children’s electric car.

A bit bigger than one for toddlers.

Big enough for a small adult to ride.

The speed was quite fast too.

Danggumak climbed onto the electric car.

‘Is it a bit tight?’

It couldn’t be helped.

He had no choice but to shrink his body.

Crack, crackle crack, crack!

As he activated the Bone Shrinking Technique, Danggumak’s body became smaller.

And then he stepped on the accelerator.

Whiiiiiing!

The electric car raced along the road that the Swordsman had built.

“Wow!”

“Waaaaah!”

“Dok-seon, you’re amazing!”

“I want to ride too.”

The Cheonin cheered as they chased after the electric car that Danggumak was riding.

Even the Immortals followed along without any shame.

“Heh heh heh!”

“What a wonderland this is.”

“D-Dok-seon, let us ride just once.”

The Swordsman also smiled warmly.

The Seongyae Road he had built himself – it was worth making.

He had been lonely using it alone all this time.

Now he could run together with others.

‘Should I expand the road more?’

Extend the length too.

I should make it connect all the way to Cheon-gye.

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