The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 85

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Episode 85. Sokcho (5)

“Is this… all of it?”

Han Ji-yun was left speechless by the perfectly arranged interior of the flower shop.

Until she saw it with her own eyes, she’d harbored serious doubts.

Her son was still a high school student.
Of age, technically, but a high school student all the same.

Work handled by a son with zero social experience was predictable without even looking.

Moving a residential home was one thing, but relocating a shop was something Han Ji-yun herself found overwhelming.

And her son had only arrived in Sokcho last night.

She’d put on a brave face with the landlord, but privately it had been a headache.

Yet overnight, a miracle had unfolded.

“Do you like it?”

Her son, wearing an apron and greeting her like a young bachelor florist.
It suited him perfectly—impossibly so.

The new shop’s interior was twice as spacious as the old one, with no cramped corners anywhere.
And the location faced the main road.

“You did all this?”
“Probably.”
“…That’s insane.”

Anyone who’d actually moved a shop knew it wasn’t easy.
Yet he’d scouted this place yesterday morning and had everything moved here by today?

It was a small flower shop, but it had been nicely stocked.

It wasn’t the kind of move two people could handle.

“It went pretty quick, though?”
“…”

Quick as lightning roasting beans on a hot stone.
While she’d been sleeping in, the earth had been remade.

More impressive still was how thoughtfully he’d arranged the fixtures—exactly the way she, the shop owner, would have wanted.

“Trust me. If you don’t trust your own son, who can you trust in this world?”

Her son grinned—a real grin.
He was undeniably her handsome, reliable boy, yet somehow utterly unfamiliar.

His eyes held a maturity she’d never seen before.
He radiated both solidity and weight, like someone with years of work experience.

She’d felt something similar last night when he’d driven out Kang Deuk-su.
Not some adolescent bravado.

A genuine aura of someone about to cause real trouble.

“Mom, we should hand out rice cakes and pay our respects to the neighborhood.”

Red Bean Siru Tteok, individually wrapped, was already prepared.

“You’re really my son, aren’t you? My little bear Tae-ung?”

Her son—the one she’d called “our bear” since childhood.

“Hahaha, I think so, yes.”

Her son’s easy laugh felt off today, somehow wrong.

Like he was hiding something.

“…Tae-ung.”

Han Ji-yun’s chest grew heavy.
He was still just a student, yet she’d come to depend on him.

“Ma’am, the rice cakes are getting cold.”
“Oh, right.”
“I’ve had the unit next to Kang Deuk-su’s cleaned up thoroughly. I’ve already spoken with the real estate manager here about the deposit refund, so you don’t need to worry about that.”

Her son’s work had no gaps in it.
Like a veteran of the working world.

“Understood…”

Han Ji-yun nodded quietly.
He reminded her of her husband—the one on business trips.

Blood doesn’t lie.

The man who’d once told her that even if the world came crashing down, to trust only herself.

His son was no different.

Screech.

Then came the sound of car brakes from the main road in front of the shop.

A large cream-colored Mercedes sedan pulled up in front.

Han Ji-yun had actually ridden in this model before.

A friend had recently bought a new model and let her test-drive it.

The large interface had been impressive then too.

“That was fast.”

Her son regarded the stopped car with satisfaction.

“Fast? How?”
“The delivery.”
“…Huh?”

Han Ji-yun couldn’t make sense of her son’s words, as if he were speaking in riddles.

A string of bewildering moments ever since her son had appeared at the shop.

“Boss!!”

At that moment, a sharp-featured man emerged from the Mercedes and greeted her son as if they were acquainted.

Then he paused in the doorway and bowed at a ninety-degree angle.

The kind of bow that could easily be mistaken for underworld etiquette.

“You’re early?”
“If the boss calls, I’d run to Baengnyeong Island, Marado, Dokdo—wherever! On the double!”

The man’s tone was somewhat flippant.
Yet his manner toward her son radiated genuine passion.

Han Ji-yun found the interaction between these two men hard to comprehend.

“Nice ride, yeah?”
“Of course! Two 12.3-inch displays alone! Cutting edge! Voice controls everything—menus, settings, everything. The 13-speaker Burmester surround system is just… transcendent! I had the volume cranked up on the drive over and got goosebumps multiple times. Then there’s the head-up display, rear passenger display controls, and on and on! Absolutely beautiful.”

The man rattled off specs like water from a broken dam.

‘What is this?’

Han Ji-yun’s mind went blank.

“And the engine—a V8 3982cc twin-turbo! 503 horsepower max output, 71.4 kilogram-force torque! Absolutely flies! Daimler’s 9-speed automatic transmission paired with the all-wheel drive system. Essential in Gangwon Province!”
“What about safety?”
“Mercedes means safety! PRE-SAFE Impulse Side, Active Brake Assist, over ten airbags, cutting-edge Driving Assistance Package—all guarantee the driver’s complete safety!”

Now it clicked—the man was an auto dealer, spittle flying as he explained.

But why was he giving her son this pitch?

“Here’s the car key.”

The dealer respectfully handed over the key with both hands.

“Wait, son—what is all this?”
“A car? You mean that car?”

Han Ji-yun pointed at the glossy cream-colored Mercedes.

“For you.”

Her son handed her the key.
She took it without thinking.

“…Huh??”
“An opening gift for the flower shop relocation.”
“…!!”

Han Ji-yun had no words.
A Mercedes-Benz S-Class as a moving gift?

Then.

“Don’t be surprised, Mom. This is just the beginning!”

* * *

“A luxury used-car dealership?”
“Yes.”
“Sir—Representative, I mean. Used-car dealerships are harder than they sound. Initial capital alone could run into the hundreds of billions.”

Ha Jin-sung asked again, genuinely shocked.

This customer was clearly someone extraordinary.

He’d unconsciously used the title “representative.”

The gracious esteemed customer who’d handed him a million won tip.
That person had called yesterday afternoon.

He’d asked Ha Jin-sung to acquire a used new-model Mercedes-Benz S-Class.

A vehicle had just come in through a broker.

A brand-new Mercedes someone had put up for sale in a financial pinch, having been financing the original purchase.

Used in name only, it would go for new-car prices.

When the customer heard the details, he’d immediately transferred funds.

She’d told him: guard the front gate of the used-car lot without fail.

A Great Noble Person would soon appear.

Guarding the front gate was the usual rotation—a fishing hole for junior staff.

He didn’t need to stand watch; he was senior.
Yet for a month, he’d held that gate.

When he first saw this young customer, Ha Tae-ung, he’d known—this was the Great Noble Person he’d been waiting for.

“Can we open by late August?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“You’ll manage operations, Ha Jin-sung.”
“…!!”
“Acquisition rules are simple. Imported luxury vehicles only, released within the past year. Under ten thousand kilometers, naturally all accident-free condition.”
“Huh!!”

Ha Jin-sung’s breath caught.
Used-car dealers split into import and domestic.

Commission varied per vehicle sold.

The real issue was capital.

Especially imports—the per-unit purchase price ran into the nine figures.

“One percent equity, base salary two hundred million won. Sales incentives we’ll arrange separately.”
“Eh-eh-eh?! T-two hundred million?”

Ha Jin-sung’s best monthly haul was around seven hundred thousand won.

Korea’s used-car market was dominated by a few mega-sites controlling half the total volume.

Thousands of dealers split the other half.

In that brutal landscape, a guaranteed two hundred million plus performance bonuses?

‘I have to hold on to this!’

Ha Jin-sung felt it in his bones.
If he lost this opportunity today, he’d regret it forever.

“Can you do it?”

The gracious esteemed customer asked again.
The man was barely twenty.

Yet his eyes held more substance than Ha Jin-sung’s own.

A gaze of genuine insight and depth—something even his own hard-lived years couldn’t mimic.

For a moment, it seemed as if golden light radiated from the young man’s entire being.

Ring-ring-ring-ring-ring.

Then the customer’s phone rang.

“Hello.”
—…

The caller’s voice was inaudible.
But in that moment.

“Four billion? Today? Contract possible? Understood. Let’s do it.”

Four billion!
The esteemed customer spoke of such sums as casually as calling a neighbor’s dog!

Gulp.

Ha Jin-sung swallowed hard.
A young man in jeans and a shirt—ordinary at first glance.

Whoosh.

Ha Jin-sung clasped his hands together in his most respectful posture ever.

This Great Noble Person was elevating a simple used-car dealer like him to representative.

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