The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 110

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Episode 110. Obtaining Results (2)

“Director Yang.”

The DMC Vice President’s Office occupied the entirety of a space exceeding 1,600 square feet.

Inside, monochromatic office furniture emphasizing black-and-white contrast was arranged with meticulous precision.

Display cases filled with luxury ornaments revealed the subtle refinement and wealth of the office’s owner.

Click. Whirr, whirr, whirr.

Vice President Jang Jong-hun, putter in hand and in the middle of putting practice, called out to Yang Do-cheol quietly.

“Yes, sir!”

Yang Do-cheol, who had been gripping Gu Mi-ryeo like she was a rat to catch mere minutes before, answered with military precision in his voice.

Though Jang Jong-hun was considerably younger than Yang Do-cheol, he was the superior the latter served.

Before the man who had drawn Yang Do-cheol up from a small planning company to this position, he bowed his head low.

“Our investment returns lately have been rather dismal.”

He was alluding to DMC’s stock price plummeting due to the COVID-19 pandemic.

Korean film and television investments were also gasping for breath, ceding ground to Netflix’s capital.

Movie theaters themselves were barely clinging to life.

Two consecutive years of net losses had been recorded.

Serious pressure was mounting from the DM Group headquarters.

Without his wife—a member of the royal family—Jang Jong-hun himself would have found it difficult to retain his vice president’s post.

“I apologize!”

As if it were his own oversight, Yang Do-cheol bowed his head sharply.

“That’s not your division anyway. Everyone else is just incompetent…… Tsk.”

Jang Jong-hun began to continue, then caught himself, his tongue clicking against his teeth.

That department was occupied by numerous executives appointed by Vice Chairman Go Mi-hyun.

Poor performance didn’t mean they could be dismissed carelessly.

Even Chairman Go Jae-yong, the elder brother, couldn’t ignore the gaze of Go Mi-hyun, who held considerable group shares.
And yet, for the sake of his daughter and son-in-law, Chairman Go Jae-yong had even split up DMC to hand over to them.

Jang Jong-hun, who was now eyeing the position of CEO itself.

Above all else, he needed results to secure his footing.

“Anything good in the pipeline?”
“Sir?”
“We need to put forward global talent like other planning companies do, don’t we?”

DMC didn’t have any famous idol groups worthy of the global market.

Whenever they carefully nurtured a group and things seemed to be going well, they’d get tangled up in school violence scandals, drug cases, or drunk driving incidents.

Each time such a scandal was handled, Jang Jong-hun’s position narrowed accordingly.

In times like these, what was needed was one big move.

“I will do my utmost!”

Yang Do-cheol bent his waist at a ninety-degree angle.

Jang Jong-hun didn’t like conversations that went on too long.

In any case, most business decisions ultimately rested in Jang Jong-hun’s hands.

All he needed to do was avoid stepping on toes and support from the sidelines.

“Setting that aside…… what happened with her?”
“Sir?”
“The woman. Seo Da-hee!”
“…….”

Yang Do-cheol’s pupils dilated momentarily in panic, trembling visibly.

Jang Jong-hun, who had engaged in covert encounters with several actresses and singers from his company.

Yang Do-cheol had been responsible for orchestrating the arrangements for his private life.

“She’s more stubborn than expected. If you could just give me a little more time…….”
“The contract renewal is guaranteed, yes?”
“Yes, sir! Don’t worry about that!”

He’d answered, but Yang Do-cheol’s voice was uncertain.

“All right. I trust you, Director Yang. If you can’t handle one measly woman…… Kekeke.”

There was something ominous in Jang Jong-hun’s remark, as if he’d picked up on something.

“I will repay that trust with certainty!”

Yang Do-cheol, anxious, bowed his head deeply once more.

‘Damn, this is a mess.’

Despite his reassuring words, Yang Do-cheol’s mind was in turmoil.
And.

‘Ha Tae-ung? What the hell is that sponsored bastard doing?’

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‘This damn punk!!’

One of Cheonghwa High School’s three most beautiful girls, Jang Ji-yu, spoke in a soft voice.

When she smiled widely at Ha Tae-ung, sparks flew in the eyes of Lee Jung-ho, who had been watching.

Jang Ji-yu, whom he had harbored an unrequited love for all this time, had just smiled at the Outcast.

Lee Jung-ho had never heard Jang Ji-yu’s intimate tone before.

“The rumors don’t do you justice—you really are handsome.”

Jang Ji-yu reacted directly to Ha Tae-ung, showing clear interest.

She had every reason to do so.

She held the title of one of Cheonghwa’s three most beautiful girls and served as vice president of the Management Research Club.

More importantly, she was the eldest daughter of the Shindo Group.

She was the daughter of Ju Hee-yeon, who had worked as both a singer and actress.

Ju Hee-yeon herself had once been the woman of every man’s dreams in Korea.

Jang Ji-yu, resembling her mother, was equipped with stunning looks and presence.

With nothing more than a glance and the tone of her voice, she had already conveyed her interest to Ha Tae-ung.

“Sit. Friend.”

“Sure.”

Ha Tae-ung sat without hesitation.

“…….”

All the executives and members who had gathered held their breath, watching intently.

The Management Research Club—the most influential circle within Cheonghwa High School, unknown to the outside world.

It was a gathering of chaebol heirs on an entirely different level from the student council.

The hundred top-tier group heirs assembled here would grow into pillars of Korea’s business world immediately upon graduation.

Ha Tae-ung, the Heir Apparent of the Ha Ryun Group, had unexpectedly assumed the position of vice president in such a gathering.

“Everyone, greet him. This is my friend Ha Tae-ung, our new vice president.”

Kang Jun-woo, wearing a smile contrary to his usual demeanor, introduced Ha Tae-ung.

Ha Tae-ung, having been introduced, swept his gaze across all the executives and members.

His eyes were composed.

Nervousness? Excitement? His gaze held none of those emotions.

Students whose eyes met his turned their heads away, avoiding the contact.

Though rumors spoke of him as an Heir Apparent cast out by his family, his bearing suggested nothing of the sort.

The Ha Ryun Group—a top-ten conglomerate.
Ha Tae-ung, grandson of the current chairman.

In this circle, only two families were comparable to Ha Ryun.

Moreover, both circle president Kang Jun-woo and Jang Ji-yu had acknowledged Ha Tae-ung before the other members.

“None of you have a problem with Ha Tae-ung becoming vice president, right?”

Kang Jun-woo issued a unilateral proclamation.
In any case, he possessed the right to appoint the vice president.

Moreover, Ha Tae-ung was a member of the Ha Ryun family.

Though the mark of “cast-out Heir Apparent” was attached to him, no one could predict how his future might change.

Even if the chairman’s death and will existed, the law guaranteed his rights to his statutory share.

So who could prevent the Ha Ryun Heir Apparent from choosing his own path forward?

“I object.”

Then, quietly, a voice of dissent emerged.

All eyes turned toward the one who had voiced the opinion.

“Lee, Lee Jung-jun?”
“……??”

Lee Jung-jun—the external grandson of the Han-gook Group chairman and direct grandson of the Doail Daily News chairman.

Though his position was ambiguous, no one here dared ignore him.

Especially the psychopathic tendencies of his mother Ju Mi-ju, who served as School Parent Association president, were the subject of widespread rumor.

“What’s your reason?”

Kang Jun-woo’s face hardened in an instant.

He hadn’t anticipated a situation like this.

Ha Tae-ung’s appointment as vice president had sufficient justification.

And that strange sense of kinship he felt upon first meeting Ha Tae-ung.

That’s why he’d made him a friend without reservation.

But to dare object?

“Ha Tae-ung is an Outcast.”

Lee Jung-jun showed no signs of backing down.
He chewed on his stubborn lip, glasses still in place.

“Dismissed.”
“Why dismiss it!”
“Tae-ung is part of the Ha Ryun family.”
“He was cast out by his family! So how…….”

Venom crystallized in Lee Jung-jun’s two eyes.

‘Who the hell does this bastard think he is!’

Lee Jung-jun had believed that the position of next chairman would naturally fall to him.

His cousins were no match for him—they carried Han-gook Group blood.

The rest of the circle members were just from mediocre families.

Then suddenly a competitor had appeared out of nowhere.

If Ha Tae-ung were a direct-line member of the Ha Ryun Group, he could accept it.

But Ha Tae-ung was not.

“Tae-ung. So it is.”

Kang Jun-woo turned to look at Ha Tae-ung, wearing a mysterious smile.

A lion proves himself in moments like this.

To convince not just Lee Jung-jun but the other doubtful students as well, Ha Tae-ung’s actions had to follow.

Understanding the meaning, Ha Tae-ung fixed his gaze on Lee Jung-jun.
And then.

Snort.

‘Is this bastard laughing at me right now? What a damn son of a bitch!!’

Lee Jung-jun had yet to shake off the humiliating memory.

The moment he’d been utterly defeated by Ha Tae-ung in front of all students in the Grand Auditorium came rushing back.

And now Ha Tae-ung was even eyeing the Management Research Club.

“Lee Jung-jun.”

Ha Tae-ung called out to Lee Jung-jun in a low voice.

“What! Ha Tae-ung!”

Lee Jung-jun’s voice, sharp with aggression, cut through the air of the conference room.
In that instant.

“What are you?”
“Wh, what did you say??”

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