The Chairman of Pharmaceutical Company is a Poison King - Chapter 134

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Chapter 134: I’m Going to Cross the Pacific

After resting at the hotel for a day, the next day.

Tae-ju came to the largest department store in Kansas City.

He had requested cooperation in advance because he wanted to shop alone.

They agreed to close only in the morning, leaving it empty just for Tae-ju.

For shopping, he left one subspace bag behind without sending it to the Immortal Realm.

I should only pick things I can’t buy in the Samhan Empire.

Upon arriving at the department store.

“Welcome, Chairman Kim! Thank you for visiting Kansas Mace Department Store.”

“Please take good care of me.”

The department store president came out personally.

Just the fact that Tae-ju visited Mace Department Store would have tremendous advertising effects.

“Um, w-would it be okay to take a photo together…?”

“Of course.”

His face was already known as much as it could be.

There was no need to hide.

The full-scale shopping began.

Tae-ju’s shopping style hadn’t changed even in America.

“I’ll buy everything from here to over there.”

“…Th-these are all wristwatches though.”

“Can’t I buy them right away?”

“It’s because they’re expensive.”

“That doesn’t matter.”

Swoosh!

Pay and sweep them up.

“Oh! A subspace bag. I’ve seen it a few times, but it’s amazing every time I see it.”

At the luxury goods store.

“This one, and this one, please wrap them up.”

Anything he saw for the first time was a must-buy.

Swoosh!

Even at the electronics corner.

“Give me 30 blender mixers please.”

Blenders that can grind fruit – perfect for grinding Seondo.

“Is this an ice maker? It’s quite big.”

“That’s right. But I wonder if this will fit in the subspace bag too…”

Swoosh!

If it doesn’t fit, I can just put it in the infinite space.

“Oh! It fits. The subspace bag you have seems quite expensive, Chairman.”

“…It is difficult to obtain.”

Soon a medium-sized power plant would be running in the Immortal Realm.

There shouldn’t be any problem with power supply even if he sent more home appliances.

He bought this and that randomly.

He spent some time especially in the food section.

As expected of the American Republic.

Blood vessel-destroying foods scattered everywhere.

Well, they’re all incredibly high in calories, but there’s no reason the Immortals would get lifestyle diseases from eating these.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…

After roughly finishing shopping, he came back to the first floor of the department store.

But?

Pause.

Tae-ju stopped in his tracks.

An exhibition room set up on the first floor of the department store caught his eye.

‘That’s…’

A car of cute size.

A two-door coupe, a red convertible open-top sports car was on display, showing off its glamorous appearance.

The hotel president quietly approached from the side.

“Chairman, are you interested?”

“Of course.”

“It’s a new electric car from Terracel. It can drive 2,000km on a single charge.”

He wanted to send it to the Immortal Realm.

Of course, a dignified large sedan would suit the Immortals better than a flashy sports car, but…

‘That coupe is small, so it might fit inside the shared warehouse.’

Should I try putting it in?

“Um, I’ll buy this.”

“It’s fine if you buy it, but how will you take it…”

Tae-ju approached the sports car alone.

And.

Swoosh.

Straight to the infinite space.

“Gasp!”

“Good heavens?”

“…That went in?”

The Mace Department Store employees and president were shocked.

Even if it’s a subspace bag, putting a car inside?

‘Let me try sending just one.’

Imagining Danggumak riding a red sports car on the Immortal Realm roads made his heart feel grand.

It would be even better if there was someone to put in the passenger seat.

Anyway, while he was frantically shopping as if he would buy the entire Mace Department Store.

Bzzzz.

An international call came to his smartphone.

‘Hmm?’

A call from Baek Seo-yeon.

It’s daytime here, but it must be night there.

Is there something urgent to report?

“Ms. Seo-yeon, yes yes, I’m not busy. What’s the matter… What?”

Tae-ju’s eyes widened slightly.

“A ship hotel?”

To think it was still there.

“Is restoration possible? Ah…! You think it might be possible.”

Of course, to repair the ship, they would need to operate a shipyard.

That could be done with the Emperor’s help.

But there was a condition that needed to be met first.

The ship was incredibly large.

A few pieces of Heukam Iron wouldn’t even come close to being enough.

‘It seems like it’s about time for a delivery signal to come…’

Suddenly!

Bzzzzzz.

‘There it is.’

Indeed?

“Ms. Seo-yeon, don’t hang up and please wait just a moment.”

I had told Danggumak through video during the last delivery that I needed black iron ore.

It was definitely conveyed, but there’s no way he’d send supplies in this delivery…

What Tae-ju wanted was Danggumak’s message.

Something like “supplies are sufficient, I’ll send them in the next delivery.”

It was fine even if the black iron ore didn’t come right away.

As long as he sent just a message, I’d start working immediately.

So I opened the infinite space and checked the shared warehouse.

‘…Wow!’

As expected of Dok-seon.

He who became an Immortal, not content with being the absolute ruler of Gangho.

How proud I am that we share the same soul.

How many are all these?

Black iron ore ingots stacked neatly in one section of the shared warehouse.

Even at a glance, there were thousands.

This wasn’t the time for that.

After moving the items, Tae-ju filled it with the things he had just purchased from Mace Department Store.

Naturally, including the open-top coupe and convertible sports car.

And then he called Baek Seo-yeon again.

“Start by acquiring the ship hotel. Also recruit repair technicians, and I’ll speak separately with Secretary Suho about the shipyard.”

It seemed exports would happen faster than expected.

Let’s finish the White House banquet and return to Samhan.

* * *

The next day.

Tae-ju came to the White House banquet hall.

A gathering where dignitaries from all sectors of the American Republic were invited.

“President Billy Pittman and MRC developer and Taehong Bio representative, Chairman Kim Tae-ju are entering.”

Tae-ju’s introduction was longer than the President’s.

Everyone in the banquet hall rose from their seats.

Clap clap clap clap!

Endless applause continued.

The banquet that soon began.

People flocked around Tae-ju.

“Chairman, I’m Michael Ones from Newcelt Pharmaceuticals. Our company’s main business is contract manufacturing (CMO). If you have time, please visit us…”

“I’m Senator Kyle Hadler. Please make time for us sometime. If you’re planning to build a new factory, in our region…”

“Oh! Finally getting to see your face. I’m Troy McCarthy from Infinity Clan. As you can see, I’m an Awakened Guard with Master rank. Your reputation has reached even here, Chairman.”

Greeting, exchanging business cards, shaking hands.

It was chaotic.

In the midst of it all, President Billy Pittman came personally to rescue Tae-ju.

“Being too popular can be troublesome too. Moderation is best. Even I, the President, have to wait in line.”

“Hah, I wish this would end quickly.”

“What’s the problem? We have plenty of time, so enjoy it slowly. Since you’re here anyway, do some sightseeing for a few days. Oh! I have a ranch I own in Dallas…”

“No, I’m going to Samhan tomorrow after the banquet ends.”

“Hmm? Oh, Rachel will be disappointed.”

“Rachel?”

“My daughter. She owes her life to Chairman Kim.”

“Ah!”

Tae-ju had heard about it too.

The fact that Billy Pittman’s daughter Rachel was a mana rejecter.

“Is she okay now?”

“She’s completed her third injection. Currently there are no problems with daily life. She needs one or two more shots to be completely cured though.”

“That’s fortunate. Please give her my regards. Tell her to stay strong…”

That’s when it happened.

A middle-aged man approaching Tae-ju.

“Mr. Kim Tae-ju? Finally meeting you. Nice to meet you. I’m David Morgan.”

“Who are you?”

Am I supposed to know who you are just from your name?

Billy Pittman spoke for him.

“David Morgan, he has quite a few nicknames. The demon king of American financiers, the ugly hyena who would extort even children’s cookie money for profit, the loan shark from hell. Well, he’s also one of the major shareholders of Whiteblack.”

“Ah.”

So that’s who it was.

Billy Pittman glared at David Morgan with sharp eyes.

“David, I know you got thoroughly beaten. But I didn’t expect you to come here. Aren’t you ashamed? It’s not like you came to beg.”

“Oh! Billy, I just came to talk. You have plenty of time. I felt like this might be my only chance to meet Chairman Kim.”

“Me too. I have to part with Chairman Kim Tae-ju after the banquet ends.”

“…That early?”

Tae-ju answered for him.

“That’s right. I’m taking a flight tomorrow.”

“…Hmm, you really have no intention of acquiring Whiteblack? I’m ready to negotiate.”

“I believe I explained sufficiently at the press conference.”

“Haha, let’s be honest. Isn’t acquiring Whiteblack the most rational way for Taehong Bio to enter America?”

“Is that so? There are many other methods.”

“How? So your promise to supply fatigue recovery drinks quickly was ultimately a lie.”

What are you saying?

“I thought I spoke quite firmly, but it seems it wasn’t properly conveyed. I’m not buying Whiteblack.”

“Hmph! Don’t think about driving down the price to buy it cheap. And you’d better not even dream of building a new factory.”

Look at this bastard?

Should I take him aside for a private meeting?

‘I’ll let it slide once.’

This is America, not Samhan.

It’s not like we’ll see each other again anyway.

Instead.

“Mr. President, I have a request.”

“Anything!”

“I have something I’d like to announce, could you arrange a platform for me?”

“Is it important?”

“Yes, the world will be turned upside down. I was originally planning to do it after returning to Samhan, but here seems fine too.”

“Oh! What an honor. I’ll prepare it right away.”

Leaving behind David Morgan who still didn’t understand, Tae-ju stood on the podium prepared in the banquet hall.

“Hello, I’m Kim Tae-ju from Taehong Bio.”

The banquet hall fell quiet as Tae-ju began to speak.

“Do you remember what I said at the press conference when I entered the country? That I would quickly supply Saengibulkkun and Saesalssugsseug, so now I want to explain the method for that.”

People gathered closer to the podium.

“Before that, let me say once more. Acquiring and merging with Whiteblack is not in my plans. If anyone holds Whiteblack stock, please cut your losses quickly.”

David Morgan glared sharply at Tae-ju.

“I will continue to push forward with building a new factory. Of course, it will take a long time. Until the factory is built, I plan to directly export the medicines. However, not through airplanes…”

Pausing for a moment.

“But with ultra-large ships that can carry over 20,000 containers.”

Then people looked puzzled.

The banquet hall became noisy with murmuring.

What on earth was he talking about? Ships meant the sea, right? Perhaps flying ships like in science fiction? Everything seemed absurd.

But then.

“Yes, we’ll cross the Pacific Ocean with a super-large container ship.”

In an instant!

Silence fell over the banquet hall.

It was shocking.

Cross the ocean?

The Pacific Ocean teeming with elite marine magical beasts?

President Billy Pittman, his advisors and staff, and the reporters and ambassadors from various countries invited to the White House—there wasn’t a single person who wasn’t surprised.

“This is the beginning of restoring sea routes. The first step is exporting Saengibulkkun and Saesalssugsseug.”

A bombshell had dropped.

The reporters held up their smartphones and shouted loudly.

“We’ve got a scoop! Clear the front page!”

“The headline is ‘Restoring Sea Routes’!”

“How about ‘Container Ship Crosses the Pacific’?”

“This isn’t nonsense, is it?”

“Damn, how would I know the method? Chairman Kim Tae-ju of Taehong Bio said it himself.”

David Morgan’s face contorted unpleasantly.

* * *

The Immortal Realm.

Hwangcheon-gye, which had relied solely on the labor of sinners, achieved a great turnaround with black iron.

The quantity was enormous too.

The mountains rising high in Hwangcheon-gye were almost entirely black iron ore.

They were still mining tremendous amounts.

If it weren’t for sending it to Earth, it would have been a troublesome burden, but now it was treasure itself—melting the ore and making it into ten-geun ingots would give a whopping 10 coins.

Yama was certain to emerge as the richest in the upper realm.

Of course, he wouldn’t keep it all to himself.

He had to distribute allowances to the Saja, Chasa, and Pangwan.

Thus, overnight, the status of the people of Hwangcheon-gye changed.

The multiplex was filled with Chasa, Pangwan, and Saja from Hwangcheon-gye.

Kang Rim was at Ju-seon’s Cocktail Bar.

“Mix me a cold beer and soju. Bring out some chicken too.”

“Seasoned? Fried? Or grilled?”

“The classic—one whole fried chicken.”

“Okay.”

The Pangwan were busy choosing sunglasses at the shopping mall.

“Does this suit me? I need to look like a proper Pangwan.”

“Ooh, that’s stylish.”

“Hehe, I should buy this one.”

“Look at the price tag. It’s incredibly expensive.”

“Just swipe it, pay in installments.”

Yama was also at the women’s clothing store.

“How about this? Would it suit her?”

“It’s a bit flashy, but it doesn’t match Haemak Seonnyeo’s style.”

“What about this?”

“It looks like a princess dress.”

“Haemak is a princess, isn’t she? It’s perfect.”

“Then shall we gift this hat and shoes together?”

“Should we?”

Everyone was spending coins lavishly.

Danggumak was frantically busy restocking empty display shelves.

His vast and enormous infinite warehouse was packed full of Earth goods that Tae-ju kept sending.

Business was good, but Danggumak had a displeased expression.

Were these people in their right minds?

So.

“Attention!”

Danggumak’s voice echoed through the shopping mall.

Then he looked at Yama.

“Great King! What are you doing right now?”

“Huh? Why…”

“Didn’t I place an order?”

“Y-yes, you did.”

“100,000 black iron ingots within four days, 600 tons by weight.”

“…”

Cold sweat ran down Yama’s spine.

It was true that he had received the order, but…

“But what is this? Spending money lavishly at the multiplex every day, and with the delivery date so close, can you even meet the quantity?”

“Well, th-that’s not…”

“Don’t even think about setting foot in the multiplex until you achieve the order quantity!”

“Phew.”

Yama sighed.

What good was earning money?

When there was no time to spend it.

And they were short on manpower too.

‘I might really need to borrow the power of the Immortals.’

The sinners did all the dangerous work.

But there needed to be personnel to supervise them and manage the production process.

Compared to the Immortals who just played around, the Saja, Chasa, and Pangwan were always busy.

How many souls crossed over to Hwangcheon-gye each day?

Then the Immortals slowly approached Yama’s side.

Exchanging conversation with each other.

“Ahem, I worked at a blacksmith when I was in the mortal realm. Melting ore and smelting is nothing to me.”

“You too? So did I. The memories are coming back.”

“Playing around gets boring too. I wish someone would give us work.”

“If you pay just 30 black iron ingots as daily wages, I’ll become a loyal slave.”

“Cheap, so cheap. Isn’t 30 ingots practically free for employing Immortals?”

Yama sighed deeply.

‘Phew.’

Could he really trust them?

The unpredictable Immortals?

He had no choice.

“20 supervisory managers for black iron ore transport and ingot smelting! First come, first served applications.”

The Immortals came running with their eyebrows and beards fluttering.

“Me!”

“Me too!”

“I’ll apply.”

“Form a line!”

“Keep order.”

“Hey! Don’t push!”

Chaos erupted.

They raised their hands high, each wanting to go first.

But Yama had no intention of paying them high wages.

Especially when he hadn’t even verified whether they could do the job properly.

“The daily wage is 10 black iron ingots.”

How could the Immortals just stay quiet about this?

“…That’s it?”

“What!”

“You thief.”

“Are you telling us to work for passion pay?”

“What a terrible boss.”

“Is there no labor department here?”

“At this rate, we can’t even expect weekly holiday pay.”

But Yama didn’t change his expression one bit and coldly turned his back.

“If you don’t like it, then don’t do it.”

Then an Immortal placed his hand on Yama’s shoulder.

“10 black iron ingots have the same value as one Seondo. That’s sufficient. I’ll work hard.”

“Now that I think about it, it’s a reasonable wage.”

“We should be grateful just to be given work.”

Yama still found the Immortals unreliable.

After all, they were the ones who shamelessly stole Seondo.

“Gourds are prohibited from being brought in. Bags and such are also not allowed.”

“Hey now, do you think we’re thieves?”

“We won’t cheat, so don’t worry.”

“We’ll work completely naked if we have to.”

Right.

Let’s trust them.

Let’s try believing in them.

Despite how they look, they are Immortals.

Not just anyone can achieve ascension to immortality.

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