The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 125

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Chapter 125. Obtaining Results (17)

“We couldn’t confirm the overseas coin accounts. However, approximately 100 billion won in Tether was deposited into the domestic coin account.”
“100 billion? You’re certain?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Wow! Our nephew’s got real talent, doesn’t he?”

Ha Dong-geon let out an exclamation at his right-hand secretary’s report.

Ha Tae-ung’s assets, which his wife had alerted him to beforehand, came to 10 billion won.

In just over a month, that had ballooned to 100 billion.

“It appears he conducted Futures Trading investments with Leverage on Binance.”
“Is he shorting right now?”
“Pardon?”
“He’s got the heart of a beast. How much did he bet on the short?”
“I’m not certain what the Leverage Ratio is, but it appears to be at least 10 times or higher.”
“10 times or higher?”

Ha Dong-geon’s eyes, which had glowed with admiration, turned cold.

10 billion and 100 billion.
It wasn’t merely a numerical difference — the scale itself was incomparable.

Friday evening, he met with Joo Mi-ju.

A relationship from their reckless youth, when they’d shared a bed.
Since then, they’d maintained an acquaintance-level connection.

Upper-class youths who ran in the same circles didn’t obsess over each other.

When attraction struck in a moment, they’d spend a night together and move on.

As long as neither was drummed out of the financial world, they remained a network of mutual value.

At their meeting, Joo Mi-ju dropped a bombshell.

“Jo…”

His nephew Ha Tae-ung had become a billionaire.
The rumor was spreading, she said — she hadn’t witnessed it herself, but it was the talk of the town.

He’d dismissed it as nonsense at first.
But something felt off.

It had that sickening, unsettling ring of truth to it — not a lie, but something real and filthy.

“Damn it.”
“Pardon?”
“Life’s a mess, I’m telling you. A billionaire from 1 billion in just one month? How is that even possible?”
“…”
“It doesn’t make sense, right? Even Buffett couldn’t pull that off. But our brilliant little nephew… he became a billionaire? Off toy-level coins?”

Ha Dong-geon rejected the situation based on his personal conviction.

And his conclusion was clear.
Impossible.

If it were true, though…

“If it’s real, then… I’d have to take it. The envy’s burning through me like I’m about to turn to ash.”

A bitter smile played across Ha Dong-geon’s lips.

“So my nephew had it all planned out. Jo & Chang and everything else…”

The puzzle was slowly coming together now.

He’d thought the nephew would just spend his billions on flashy living.

But it wasn’t like that at all.

The nephew he’d overlooked was building real power.
The power of money.

“Keep a close watch. Don’t miss a single detail.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Get out.”

Ha Dong-geon’s mood had soured since early Monday morning.

Click, sizzle.

He lit a cigarette and brought it to his lips.
The entire building was a non-smoking zone, but Ha Dong-geon didn’t care.

“Even if you make a billion, nephew, you can’t pull this off in South Korea. Think you can convert all that to cash?”

His investment talent was unexpected and luck had favored him, but only that far.

Even if Jo & Chang stepped in, liquidating that much wouldn’t be simple.

His nephew was still a high school student.

“How should I keep watch over my young nephew’s assets? Hehehehe.”

Ha Dong-geon schemed with malicious glee.

“Dong-hwi. You’re hastening your own fate.”

Ha Dong-geon thought of his younger brother, Ha Dong-hwi.
Perfect leverage to coerce Ha Tae-ung.

“The world’s not kind. He needs to learn that money isn’t everything.”

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Ding.

Late night in London.
Isabella set down her wine glass after finishing work, well past midnight.

A message notification appeared on the Telegram channel connected to her client.

-Deposit complete.

“Deposit?”

Isabella was startled.
The audacious Korean boy — or rather, young man — who’d contracted her, an heiress of the Hales Earl’s house, as his broker.

The contract fee was 1,000 Bitcoin.

The deposit completion message had just arrived.

Click, click.

Isabella opened the coin account she’d provided to the client.

“Is this real?”

Bitcoin was in freefall at historic lows, but the current value was around 12 million pounds.

The client’s proposal had been sincere.

-Projected to rise at least five-fold within three years, so I recommend you don’t liquidate.

“What? Really?”

Isabella was taken aback.
A five-fold return in three years would be extraordinary.

Hales Boutique also managed investments for ultra-high-net-worth clients.

Ostensibly a law firm, but really they’d do anything to multiply the wealth of the rich.

Five-fold returns in that arena?

“Who exactly is this person…”

A student currently enrolled in Sixth Form in England.

Yet this student had paid over 12 million pounds in contract fees to Hales Boutique and hired her as his broker.

There was no backing out now.

From the moment the deposit cleared, the contract obligations became binding.

The drowsiness that had been creeping in vanished.

Isabella examined the next message in the DM.

“Investment implementation plan… what?”

A future investment plan for the funds to be invested through the Tax Haven account she’d provided.

“Requesting partnership with Jo & Chang to invest in the aforementioned firm.”

Isabella knew Jo & Chang.

A group of legal practitioners in South Korea who safeguarded the assets of wealthy elites, much like Hales Boutique.

“H.R SF? What is this…?”

* * *

“What a fine day indeed.”

Middle-aged slang had slipped out of his mouth.

The feeling of a morning that came with diverse life experience.

The weekend had burned white-hot.

Liquidating the Futures Trading account had been harder than expected.

The sums involved were too large to clear with a single click.

After repeated buying and selling, he’d liquidated all the profits generated through Leverage.

He’d paid Isabella the contract fee with the remaining coins.

“3 trillion won… haha.”

A hollow laugh escaped him.

The magic that turned 1 billion into 3 trillion.
It had taken just over a month.

His grandmother’s 10 billion won inheritance had swelled into over 3 trillion won in profit and returned to him.

No one else in the world could generate returns like his.

Even if options contracts with hundred-fold multipliers hit, you couldn’t achieve this kind of profit.

The yield completed by thirty-times Leverage on Bitcoin and Ethereum after taking a bite of the moon’s flesh!

The world looked beautiful.

His mindset had shifted like that of someone worth 100 billion won.

He could now regard passing cars and people with graciousness and ease.

A composure only the truly wealthy could afford.

It was surprisingly quiet and peaceful.

“Next is oil…”

Oil had been plummeting since last week while he’d been wrapping up the coins.

Crude oil had touched a double top of 123 dollars and was now dropping toward 100.

“I’ll enter a short position during the second wave of decline in an uptrend.”

He consulted past data but tapped even the small bridge carefully.

He revived past memories and meticulously cross-checked the patterns.

So far, everything aligned perfectly.

Converting Tether to dollars and wiring the funds to the Tax Haven investment corporation.
And the same in South Korea.

Every day, he converted 1 billion won to Korean currency and deposited it into his personal investment account.

Pocket money for small indulgences for myself.

“Oil shorts until August 23rd. And then natural gas!”

Natural gas was the real jackpot.

After this upheaval, gas that would languish for years, barely breathing.

The investment plans aligned smoothly.

He’d wrapped up the coin positions.

Through year-end, Bitcoin and Ethereum would continue their bottom-building.

“That said… I need a parking spot.”

He couldn’t use the school parking lot no matter how much he argued.

He looked around, considering options.

A modest seven-story building located right next to the school.

A commercial building completed a few years back came into view.
Remarkably, it gleamed with a golden sheen.

“Perfect, isn’t it?”

Just the thing for a little subtle flexing.

“What’s perfect?”

A voice beside him.
And a sweet fragrance brushing against his nose…

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