The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 37

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Episode 37. Seize the Day (1)

“It’s plummeting straight down!”

In the wake of the moon’s sharp collapse, Bitcoin and Ethereum are entering a full-scale freefall—no, a catastrophic crash.

Ethereum alone has lost a million won in converted won from my selling price.

My profits are skyrocketing.

The compound returns from a 30x leveraged futures position. Every passing day, my gains soar to the heavens.
Every passing day, my gains soar to the heavens.

“Haha.”

Joy bubbles up from deep in my chest.
It bursts out as laughter I can barely contain.

I can’t catch every fleeting spike and dip, no matter how quick.

But the big picture and the cycle are etched clearly in my mind.

Right now is a short-term downturn!

“Bitcoin will hold through mid-next month.”

After that window closes, Bitcoin enters a prolonged sideways consolidation.

There’s no reason to tie up capital until year-end.

“There’s easy money everywhere.”

My eyes sharpen with focus.

A new target swims into view.

2022 was a correction year for U.S. equities.

A brutal crash following a long bull run.

A winnowing that shook out the weak-kneed retail traders.

Those ants who couldn’t survive this trial never got a second chance at prosperity.

Then came the late-year surge—the U.S. market bubble rebounding hard.

I remember every pattern that played out then.

For someone like me—who chased every investment opportunity before the return—this is a golden age that will never come again.

“What should I feast on to make people talk?”

As U.S. equities corrected, bonds convulsed and commodities swung wildly.

In that chaos, one commodity gyrated more violently than any other…….

“Oil and natural gas!”

Crude oil and natural gas, soaring from the Russia-Ukraine conflict.
Currently catching their breath before the next move.

“It’s nearly at a double top.”

That particular oil chart—the pattern and the crash timing—it was unmistakable.

The macro and microeconomics report I’d submitted back when I was in business school came rushing back.

One of the knowledge threads I’d properly absorbed by graduation.

Click-click-click.

I searched the crude oil futures market.

“Futures are tasty, but the real feast is…… options.”

Options market—matching coin futures, or rather, true speculation.

“Short crude futures and simultaneously buy put options…….”

To maximize returns, extreme conviction is required.

Most traders hedge in futures-options markets to avoid a total wipeout, but not me.

When you know the outcome, bull and bear markets are the shortest path to El Dorado!

“I need an offshore account.”

Foreign futures and options trading is possible even from within Korea.
Adults only need basic education and risk-tier classification to qualify.

Transfer tax for individuals runs about eleven percent.

Unlike other income, no comprehensive income tax is required.

The higher the risk, the gentler the tax treatment.

It’s more than the zero-tax crypto market, but for the future I need a legal pathway.

“Jo-In-Jang can crack a tax haven or two. Mix it with other shell corporations and…….”

My opponent is a group commanding tens of trillions in capital.

Intertwined simultaneously with the political and business elite, the mainstream upper echelon of Korea.

To bring Ha Ryun to his knees, I need regulars, mercenaries, assassins, logistics operatives—the full arsenal.

My mind is already drafting the next schedule, piece by piece.

I’m also designing a route to convert crypto gains from the shadows into the light.

“Offshore entities, private equity funds…….”

The professional experience I accumulated before the return is proving invaluable.

Pop, pop-pop.

As twilight falls outside the window, brilliant lights sparkle like stars.

Gangnam glitters, drawing my eye.

Far off, the towering headquarters of Ha Ryun Group stands out.

One of the critical reasons I chose this exact location at Signiel for my move.

“Grandfather, wait for me. Your grandson is…… coming soon.”

* * *

“Did I…… call him for nothing.”

Saturday, five in the morning.
An Hyun-ju stood outside her apartment with her Golf Bag, waiting for Ha Tae-ung.

Now that the time had come, her heart felt unsettled.

Field practice is essential for any competitive golfer.
Real course experience, different from a range or a simulator.

But An Hyun-ju, marked by the Shinyang Financial Group scandal, found few playing partners willing to accept her.

Even before the scandal broke, jealous rivals had abounded.

An Hyun-ju possessed both striking beauty and genuine skill.

Other female players keeping their distance was almost natural.

Then the Shinyang Financial Group affair erupted.

Seeking to avoid any association with the massive sponsor, her fellow competitors discreetly withdrew.

Even players who once boasted of their friendship with her turned their backs.

She couldn’t play a round alone.

Nor could she afford to.
She’d only recently turned pro, and her finances had only just shifted from zero to slightly positive.

A single round meant at least 500,000 won in greens fees, caddy fees, and cart rental.

For her, that was real money.
She couldn’t manage it every time she stepped onto a course.

And when she did venture out, the whispers from galleries and caddies were unavoidable.

After the scandal, she’d barely set foot on a course at all.

So when a fellow female golfer finally offered her a round, it felt almost like redemption.

There was one condition.
A mixed-doubles couples round.

An Hyun-ju, eager to play, had chosen Ha Tae-ung as her partner.

He’d said golf was new to him, but he’d shown remarkable skill.
Fortunately, Ha Tae-ung had agreed to join her.

The notice was short, and she’d asked shamelessly, but he’d accepted without hesitation.

In truth, she had no other male friends to ask.

“Can you really drive yourself?”

An Hyun-ju had sought out her driver’s license with the intention of taking lessons herself.

But circumstance had forced her into an awkward situation, and sexual harassment had made her quit the driving school.

So Ha Tae-ung would pick her up directly and drive them to the meeting point.

And there she waited.

Vrrroooom.

A large SUV pulled up to the front of her apartment building.

A BMW X7—a model An Hyun-ju knew well.

Nearly every pro golfer coveted that brand.

The generous trunk space, sturdy build, powerful engine, and smooth ride made it the dream vehicle.

It was An Hyun-ju’s dream car too.

The driver navigated the narrow alley with the ease of a veteran, weaving around parked cars.

Screeeech.

The car came to a stop directly in front of her.

“……??”

An Hyun-ju stared at the darkly tinted vehicle with puzzlement.

Beep-beep-beep.

The trunk popped open.
Then.

Click.

The locks disengaged, and the driver’s side door swung open.
And from inside emerged…….

“……!!”

An Hyun-ju’s jaw dropped.
Ha Tae-ung stepped out of the dream car.

“How long have you been waiting?”
“Huh? Oh, no, not long.”

An Hyun-ju stammered, flustered.
Ha Tae-ung had only gotten his license days ago.

A four-day crash course license.
Yet here he stood with driving skills that seemed impossible, having just materialized before her.

“Here you go.”

Ha Tae-ung took her golf bag and placed it gently in the open trunk.

“…….”

An Hyun-ju stood frozen, bewildered by the reality unfolding before her.

“Whose…… is this car? Your father’s?”
“No. It’s mine.”
“It’s yours? But you’re a…… a fourth-generation chaebol heir…….”

In her shock, An Hyun-ju blurted out something she shouldn’t have.

“Why? Can’t a fourth-generation heir drive a foreign car?”

Ha Tae-ung smiled smoothly, his tone gentle enough to embarrass her.

“That’s not what I meant…….”

He closed the trunk and opened the passenger door, gesturing her inside.

Courtesy was second nature to Ha Tae-ung.

An Hyun-ju, as if possessed, followed his gesture and settled into the passenger seat.

‘Spacious.’

The BMW X7—An Hyun-ju’s first time inside one.

“Fasten your seatbelt.”

Ha Tae-ung was already in the driver’s seat, making his final preparations.

“Have some coffee.”

Two steaming cups were already waiting in the cup holders.

It was early May; the midday sun would warm things up, but the dawn air was still chilly.

An Hyun-ju felt a strange comfort in Ha Tae-ung’s unexpected, impeccable courtesy.

It was the first time in a long while she’d felt such consideration.

“Are you close with the people we’re playing with today?”

Vrrroooom.

Ha Tae-ung asked as they pulled away from the curb.

An Hyun-ju’s lips tightened slightly at the question.

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