The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 6

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Episode 6. High School Again??

“Team Lead.”
“What?”
“What’s this?”
“Did a whale just show up?”

AppBit.

A cryptocurrency exchange that had launched modestly in the early days, yet rapidly climbed to the top tier of the industry.

Thanks to the company’s track record developing securities programs, it drew immediate popularity with its clean UI from day one.

It raised its profile further by striking a partnership with Binance, which held the number-one position in North American exchanges.

Unlike other exchanges, a diverse range of altcoins traded there.

Word spread among information-hungry crypto users, and they flooded in.

Backed by solid funding, the company expanded servers liberally and grew the market at a leisurely pace.

Rumors traveled fast as the wind.
Daily trading volume these days was already soaring into the trillions of won.

Thanks to aggressive marketing backed by generous capital, the app’s convenience was being heavily promoted.

AppBit—clean and thoughtfully designed like the stock programs users knew, convenient in every way.

One of the traders monitoring night shifts called for the response team’s lead.

“Someone just sent a massive chunk of USDT to Binance.”
“How much?”
“Around a billion won.”
“Traitor. You’re supposed to arbitrage the domestic market where the premium exists. Everyone’s just rushing to foreign exchanges these days.”
“Korea doesn’t have a futures market, though.”
“Yeah, that’s the problem. It’s a mess.”

The team lead felt the same frustration.
He grimaced, tasting something bitter.

The team lead was relatively young, which was typical in the IT industry.

Recently, nouveau-riche types who’d struck it rich on cryptocurrency were appearing in waves.

Bitcoin’s dormant price had been showing signs of revival lately.
Yet despite his title as exchange team lead, he’d never easily waded into the coin market himself.

From his vantage point on the trading floor, the coin market wasn’t operating normally.

He thought it was deeply fraudulent, and this judgment came from the closest possible observation.

Among the company’s early founders were a few dangerous individuals.
If he got caught in insider trading, even by accident…

Nothing could be guaranteed.

“…Who is this?”

People who cared nothing for personal trading protection.
The moment they signed up, they tossed trust into the garbage heap and began trading on a cryptocurrency exchange.

For the internal monitoring staff, any cryptocurrency transfer above a billion won was flagged for review.

Tap-tap-tap.

The team member who’d called the lead typed rapidly on the keyboard.

“Name: Ha Tae-woong.”
“Never heard of him…. What year was he born?”
“Nineteen years old.”
“What? Nineteen??”

* * *

Tap. Tap-tap.

I’d pulled an all-nighter.
Sunlight poured through the window.

“This is insane……”

A young body has its advantages, that’s for sure.
Even after staying up all night, I felt zero fatigue.

My mind was sharp as if I’d downed several Hot Sixes.

The night had been incredibly busy.
I’d sorted through past information that would become my future—data that had filled my mind.

The Korean stock market, the US stock market, surging currency rates and crude oil, skyrocketing gold prices, and massive rallies in various cryptocurrencies!

Sleep was impossible.
In fact, sleep never came.

Even now, I still couldn’t believe I’d regressed.

“Grandmother……”

I was born with chaebol blood.
Yet I’d lived a life worse than someone born with nothing.

My grandmother had given me a chance.

It must be the result of the good fortune she’d accumulated in her lifetime.

I had no intention of squandering this opportunity carelessly.

“Ha Ryun.”

My jaw clenched tighter.

The assault I’d suffered in a blind spot of an alley as a child.
It was likely that thug had been hired by Ha Ryun.

What kind of lunatic smashes a child’s head with a wooden club while they’re walking to school?

The puzzle was finally coming together.

My father’s accident.
My mother left alone in her grief.

Ha Ryun had orchestrated all of it.

Vicious bastards.
In the future that lay ahead, they wouldn’t change one bit.

This was war.

“Quietly and greatly. I’ll take it all.”

I laid out my plan with cold precision.

“For now, investments go exclusively into cryptocurrency!”

Cryptocurrency futures trading—only possible on foreign exchanges.

I could see the graph where Bitcoin and several other coins fluctuated simultaneously.

Living through those years didn’t mean I understood everything.
Besides, I was never particularly clever.

But one thing was certain: Luna was going to crash.
The future made that much absolutely clear.

“That alone is enough.”

Coins available for leverage trading were limited to just a few.

“Phew.”

I’d stayed up the whole night excited, imagining the future unfolding before me.

I started trading with short selling.

“We’ll see how it goes.”

This moment still didn’t feel real.

Whoooosh.

Wind seeped through the window gap.

It was vulnerable to heat and cold.

“I need to move first!”

The moment I’d returned, my days in a rooftop room were over.

I had money. I wasn’t going to sleep hugging a ratty blanket.

And I certainly wasn’t doing the pathetic thing of investing in crypto from some dingy room like this.

“Luna~ Luna~ Please collapse!”

The result I wanted would come.

In my past life, I’d only dodged this massive wave.

Naturally, someone wins and someone loses.

As long as the loser wasn’t me, that was enough.

“Cryptocurrency…. Futures!”

Just imagining the results made my blood boil.

“Leverage—that’s the real thing.”

I needed to grow my capital first.

The timing was perfect.

Until now, state restrictions had been lax.

“Filial piety can wait.”

In my past life, my relationship with my mother had been neglected.

First, I needed to multiply the money my grandmother had given me.

I couldn’t be foolish and squander the capital on filial piety now.

Beep-beep-beep beep-beep-beep-beep~ ♬

My phone alarm went off.

Without thinking, my eyes naturally drifted to the wall.

“……!!”

There it was—plastered right on the wall: a school uniform!!

My senses snapped awake.

“What, what the hell!! So I’m going back to high school??”

I’d been daydreaming about swimming through the Pacific as an orca.

“Sigh……”

A sigh rose from deep in my core and escaped my throat.

* * *

Trudge. Trudge.

My steps were heavy.

Whatever bonus my grandmother had given me kept my body and mind clear and refreshed despite staying awake.

The school was a twenty-minute walk from the rooftop room.

The school uniform—suddenly worn again by someone accustomed to ready-made business wear.

The sensation of it hugging my body felt unfamiliar yet thrilling at once.

Cheong Hwa Art Comprehensive High School.

A school founded when Cheong Hwa Group—ranked around fortieth in the business world—contributed foundation funds.

Naturally, the school environment was nearly perfect.

Though only forty years since its founding, alumni had heavily populated the upper echelons of South Korean society.

That’s when I first saw Cheong Hwa students on the streets of Gangnam.

The moment our eyes met, I felt it: their aura was different.

Somehow, they were all handsome and beautiful.

Even just passing by, an air of refinement poured off them.

My GPA was good enough to gain admission.

My middle school average score was 199.9 out of 200!

There was a way.

At the time, we lived in a rental apartment in Gangbuk.

They said I’d feel out of place.

But I pushed hard, insisting I wanted to go, and they finally relented.

Screech. Squeak.

The first lane of the road in front of the school gates was still crowded with vehicles.

High-end sedans lined up in order, and students stepped out of them in procession.

Domestic compact and mid-size cars were nowhere to be seen.

Every vehicle was a top-tier luxury sedan.

Students exited their vehicles and naturally passed through the school gates.

The height of grace.

“What the hell! Why is everyone so colorful??”

Something was off.

It was definitely not a fleeting phenomenon.

I’d noticed strange light from people I’d passed on the way to school.

I thought it was an illusion.

An anomaly that had started appearing this morning.

Each person I encountered seemed to glow in their own distinct color.

I shook my head a few times, thinking my eyes were off.

“Good morning.”

Cheong Hwa High School had strict rules.

Profanity and vulgar language were forbidden in everyday speech.

It had the positive effect of keeping even the common curses of high school students out of their mouths.

Even wealthy students with solid backgrounds maintained humble attitudes within Cheong Hwa Group’s foundation, which even owned a broadcasting company.

Their conduct toward the teacher on duty guiding students at the gates was exemplary.

I passed through the gates following a group ahead.

“Good morning, everyone!”

I greeted with energy this time, different from before.

We made eye contact.

She was the teacher who’d taken a special interest in me, the student who maintained top grades without cram schools or tutoring.

At the same time, she was the only faculty advisor who’d accepted me into the Reading Club.

Around her, a peaceful, bright sky-blue aura seemed to glow.

I greeted the teacher naturally, as if I’d seen her yesterday, and headed to class.

“Who?”
“The tall, handsome senior next to the teacher.”

“Why?”

Two first-year girls walking together whispered.

The girl next to them covered her lips with her finger and whispered back.

“He’s a social consideration student.”

At those words, the eyes on me vanished instantly.

I was one of the few socially supported students enrolled at this luxury, prestigious private high school!

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