The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 133

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Episode 133. Free Will (8)

“Manager Kim.”
“Yes, Chairman!”
“Transfer everything from my account, handling all the Gift Tax.”
“Understood!”

Myeongseong Real Estate Consultation Office.

Manager Kim, who worked for the real estate investment firm that Han Deok-im ran, answered with vigor.

‘Wow, even the Gift Tax?’

Yoo Il-hwa’s hands trembled at the content of Han Deok-im’s instruction.

Real estate values had dropped by thirty billion won recently.

With a single deep bow, she suddenly had a grandmother, and in the next instant, her future opened wide.

From a tenant renting at Signiel to the owner—and not just any owner, but the proprietor of a super penthouse.

It wasn’t that she envied this client Ha Tae-ung.

Confronted by circumstances that defied imagination, she held her breath and concentrated on her work.

“Transfer ownership by tomorrow.”
“Yes!”

They would process it as a gift, not as a sale transaction.

The Gift Tax was no small matter.

“Pay Yoo Il-hwa’s commission. Both sides.”
“Yes!”
“Thank… thank you so much.”
“Don’t mention it. Thanks to you, I’ve gained a grandson both clever and capable.”

How large would the Gift Tax sum be?

Han Deok-im didn’t concern herself with it at all, boldly transferring hundreds of billions of won—her magnanimity was extraordinary.

“Chairman…”

Yoo Il-hwa called to Han Deok-im carefully.

“What is it? Something on your mind?”

Han Deok-im smiled widely.

A contemporary who had frequented the same bathhouse for no short span of years.

“Are you truly sure about this?”
“About what?”
“Well, it’s a property you cherished and lived in yourself…”
“That place is inconvenient to live in. The ventilation is poor, and sunlight doesn’t reach it. I lived there out of curiosity, but it wasn’t to my liking.”
“Really?”
“Tae-ung is healthy. And I doubt he’ll live there long either.”
“But you’re giving it away for free?”
“Free? What do you mean?”
“You’re giving the property to your client Ha Tae-ung…”
“It’s not free.”
“…?”
“He’s going to triple it for me.”

Han Deok-im spoke and smiled with a cryptic expression.

‘He’s a blessing sent by my sister.’

She had taken time and spoken briefly with Tae-ung in the penthouse.

In the master bedroom, my sister’s grandson Tae-ung had made an earnest appeal.

—Liquidate all your real estate while the market is favorable…

In exchange!

‘Gold and silver… so he’s saying they’ll triple or more in three years?’

If anyone else had heard this, they would have called her mad.

In current terms, gold and silver were bottoming out.

‘AI, electric vehicles, solar panels—gold and silver are essential minerals. Shortages will become severe in the future, he said?’

Upon hearing the explanation, Han Deok-im had struck her knee in that very moment.

The hundreds of billions of won penthouse she had gifted suddenly felt not wasteful at all.

An odd juncture that novice real estate traders and ordinary people couldn’t quite grasp.

This current was a timing when people, playing hot potato with gleeful abandon, found rational judgment difficult.

Yet in the unprecedented madness she now witnessed, Han Deok-im sensed the coming collapse.

She was a living witness to the history of the real estate market’s invincibility myth.
She herself had written part of that history.

But this time felt different.

Extraordinarily, the entire nation had become obsessed with real estate.

And in such circumstances, the government and real estate professionals had kicked away the ladder that ordinary people used to climb.

A bomb that had been compressing its force would detonate with even greater pressure.

Han Deok-im had carried deep anguish over this unprecedented abnormal current.

She had planned to liquidate her real estate holdings, but the path forward seemed shrouded in cloud.

Then, today, that path opened.

Meeting her adopted grandson Ha Tae-ung, the blockage in her chest suddenly cleared.

“Yoo Il-hwa.”
“Yes…”
“Coordinate with Manager Kim here and liquidate all my buildings and real estate holdings.”
“I beg your pardon?!”

Yoo Il-hwa was genuinely startled.

“Leave the provincial properties as they are, but focus on disposing of properties scattered throughout Seoul and especially in the Gangnam Area. Sell what you can.”

An opportunity!

Yoo Il-hwa wanted to spring from her seat and cry out in jubilation right then.

Typically, large properties like buildings involved law firms in the transaction process.

Han Deok-im’s statement—entrusting such assets to her—was extraordinary.

If she could successfully close contracts on those properties, her position in the industry would become unshakeable; she couldn’t even imagine it.

And the astronomical commissions that would follow…

…were far too large for one person to pocket alone.
Yet even so, Han Deok-im had given Yoo Il-hwa this opportunity.

“It’s compensation for introducing me to my grandson.”
“Thank you! Thank you so much!!!”

Yoo Il-hwa rose from her seat and bowed deeply, her torso at a ninety-degree angle.

The Noble Person that the shamanism practitioner had spoken of—it was Ha Tae-ung, the client.

“If you happen to have any real estate yourself, liquidate it sooner rather than later. The feeling I have… isn’t good.”

The counsel of Han Deok-im, a major player among South Korea’s real estate magnates.

Her gaze fell upon the Seoul city map posted on the consultation office wall.

The South Korean real estate market, burning not merely with flame but with a blazing inferno.

If things continued this way, destruction’s end would surely come.

A monster spawned by unchecked greed.
The world that monster had created was…

Precisely…

Hell!

* * *

“What exactly are you?”
“Me?”
“A goblin? Or maybe an alien?”
“Don’t watch too much drama.”

I answered Kang Jun-woo’s childish question with a smile instead.

“This isn’t funny. Really, tell me. How does someone end up with a property worth hundreds of billions after a single deep bow? Whoa… I saw it with my own eyes, but I still can’t believe it.”

I didn’t expect the situation to turn out this way either.

I acted unconsciously, thinking of my late grandmother.

If I hadn’t received the ten-billion-won inheritance, I wouldn’t be who I am now.

I was more grateful to Han Deok-im than words could express—she knew my real grandmother.

I had simply offered that deep bow while thinking of my grandmother…

And the result came back as…

A free thirty-billion-won property.

“Did you recommend coin investment to that grandmother Han Deok-im as well?”

I brought Kang Jun-woo to my place.
The protagonist had already finished preparing for the college entrance exam.

Missing one day of study wouldn’t significantly alter the life trajectory of someone like him.

“No.”
“Then what? I’m curious.”
“Investment advisory consultation fee—ten billion won.”
“…What? Between friends?”
“Han Deok-im put three hundred billion, no—over four hundred billion into it with a single bow.”
“Wow. So the saying’s true—the rich get richer.”
“Aren’t you Ilseong Hotel blood? Since when do you get to say that?”
“Sheesh…”

Kang Jun-woo’s jaw dropped.

At school and other places, Kang Jun-woo was known as the only son of the Ilseong Hotel chairman.

But that doesn’t work with me.

Click-crack, shhht.

I cracked open a canned beer.

“Me too.”
“Nope.”
“Why?”
“You’re a minor.”
“Hey, Ha Tae-ung!”
“Have water. I don’t want to get scolded by your mom for giving you alcohol.”
“…That’s cowardly.”
“Just wait a few months. I’ll treat you on New Year’s Day.”

Cold canned beer in hand, I moved to the window.

“That’s the one, right.”

Kang Jun-woo came to stand beside me.
His gaze followed mine to that place.

“Yeah.”

A casual acknowledgment.

Since Kang Jun-woo is also part of a chaebol family, his instincts are sharp.

“Can you handle it? Even for you…”
“I’m worth a trillion won in assets.”
“Your grandfather is worth tens of trillions.”
“So?”
“So? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.”

Kang Jun-woo burst out laughing.
But his laughter contained more than just mirth.

I took a sip of beer and looked at him.

“Jun-woo.”
“Hm? What?”

Though he’s laughing and playing it off casually, something—something deep—settles in his eyes.

So I asked.

“Don’t you have one?”
“Me? …I…”

Instead of answering, Kang Jun-woo stared out at the night city spreading beyond the window.

His gaze shifted and fixed upon that place—precisely…

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