God of Money

Alex followed Woosung’s order and the profit they made was incredible.

Alex called Woosung in excitement, “Boss, it’s done. Do you know how much we made this time?”

Woosung replied evenly, “About 15 billion dollars?”

“Hahaha, 18.5 billion dollars actually.”

“Wow, really? 3 billion dollars more?”

“Liam helped me this time. He is good. It must be his experience at the hedge fund. I was going to sell a little earlier, but he encouraged me to wait a little longer and that’s how we made an extra 3 billion dollars.”

“So Liam did great.”

“Yup. He deserves a bonus.”

“Alright. I will think about it.”

“Good. Now, should I put the money into stocks and real estates again?”

“Amazon and Apple. Real estates in New York, please. Keep 50% of it in cash.”

“So we will have total cash of 14 billion dollars.”

“I have something I need to buy and it will be expensive.”

“It will cost 14 billion dollars?”

“Haha, possibly more.”

***

The news of Fukushima shocked Korea.

“Travel to Japan banned for now.”

“Any imports from Japan to be closely examined.”

Slowly, the news about Daeyang disappeared and replaced by the tragedy in Japan.

The government announced its focus on the safety of Korean nuclear plants.

Woosung murmured in frustration, “It’s so obvious that they want to bury the Daeyang situation.”

Jang Gwangchul replied, “The public gets tired of the same news anyway. By the way, is the Japan situation what you dreamt about?”

“Something like it. I saw explosions, people in despair, and so on.”

“And that is why you sent the Red Angels?”

Many TV channels covered a live stream of Red Angel’s saving people. On the uniforms of these rescue agents were KND logos. The photos of the rescues reached the world and had a great marketing effect.

Woosung nodded and replied, “Yes, and that’s why I had them ready for it. I hope they all return safely.”

“So how much did you actually make?”

Woosung answered honestly, “Over 10 billion dollars.”

Jang Gwangchul gaped in shock.

“10, 10 billion? Did you say 10 billion?”

“Haha, why are you so shocked? This isn’t the first time we made this much money.”

Jang Gwangchul jumped. “So much money! Just how rich are you planning to be?”

Woosung grinned and joked, “Maybe trillion?”

“T… trillion?”

“Haha, at this rate, don’t you think it’s possible?”

“Bill Gates is worth 100 billion dollars, so you think you will have 10 times more than him?”

“Yup. So you just focus on taking over Daeyang and don’t worry about the money.” Woosung took a deep breath and continued, “Shift in focus to Japan is a good chance for us. I don’t think we can take down Daeyang completely right now. We just have to do as much damage as possible.”

Jang Gwangchul nodded firmly.

***

11 pm.

Woosung visited his Bitmain office. It was time to entice Choi Gichul into getting involved in this business. Woosung collected enough bitcoins to control the cryptocurrency market and Daeyang was failing. Woosung was ready.

When he entered the office, Jung Jinsup was alone, working late into the night. Woosung grinned. This reminded of the hard time he had while working at Bitmain in his previous life. He used to go home past midnight.

Woosung wanted Jung Jinsup to experience the same agony. No personal life. Only work for a meager wage.

He approached Jung Jinsup and asked, “Sir, you are still working?”

Jung Jinsup turned around. His skin was rough and his lips were cracking. His eyes were half closed from fatigue.

“I will, but I have a lot of work left to do. We have so many users now.”

“But it’s past 11 pm now. You are working too hard.”

“It’s my job.”

“Finish it tomorrow. Let’s go for a drink. I have something to tell you.”

“D… drink?” Jung Jinsup’s eyes widened.

“Yes. I was able to talk to my mentor recently and I want to tell you something.”

“R, really?”

“Yes. My mentor knows your hard work as well. Oh and you are friends with Daeyang’s Choi Gichul, right? Do you still talk to him?”

“I do but… not often because of my situation.”

“Why don’t you call him right now? The three of us can go for a drink. I have something I want to tell Choi Gichul about Daeyang too.”

“It might be better for you to call…”

“Haha, as you know, things between Choi Gichul and I are a bit strained due to the recent development. If you arrange this, I will owe you.”

Jung Jinsup nodded reluctantly. “Alright. I will try calling him.”

“Then let’s go.”

“Um… I want to go, but… Could you let your friend know it’s you who is asking me to go? I still have a lot of work left to do and if they are not done, I might get in trouble…”

“Haha, alright. I will take care of it.”

Woosung grinned.

***

Woosung took Jung Jinsup to a bar called Venetian. It was a Greek-themed place where the waitresses wore sexy togas.

Jung Jinsup exclaimed, “This is awesome!”

“I haven’t been a good friend to you lately. I will do better.”

“Haha, it’s okay. You are busy. Oh, and Choi Gichul just texted me and he said he’ll come. He might be a little late though.”

“Haha, good. Why don’t we start without him then?”

Jung Jinsup drank heavily. He became red quickly and groped women constantly. Woosung watched in distaste while barely drinking himself. The only reason for arranging this meeting was to meet Choi Gichul.

2 am.

Finally, Choi Gichul walked in.

Woosung stood up and greeted him, “Haha, long time no see.”

Choi Gichul frowned. “Yes, President Kang.”

Behind Choi Gichul, Choi Taemin followed.

“Haha, nice to see you again President Kang. Gichul said there is a good party so I followed him.”

Woosung took his hand and laughed. “Great! There was something I wanted to tell you too.”