The Evil Prince 256-258

Chapter 256 Sorrowful Jin Huili
"Wow! Brother, you were so cool just now! I like you so much! I've decided I absolutely have to marry you, hahaha, I've decided... I didn't expect you to really be a gangster! You were so cool, so awesome, hahaha..." Han Meizhu exclaimed excitedly at me from the car. The rain outside was still pouring down, the raindrops constantly hitting the glass, but Han Meizhu didn't react at all, just excitedly shouting at me.
I unconsciously rubbed my temples; clearly, Han Meizhu was giving me a real headache... At this point, I didn't know what to do... Sigh. I was truly speechless about Han Meizhu. I really couldn't understand what was going on in her head all day long. How could she be so abnormal?
But even so, I still had to greet Han Meizhu with a smile. Who knew what other tricks she would come up with? I already had enough of a headache; I couldn't stand her playing games like this.
Suddenly, my phone rang. After answering, a voice came through, and my face immediately darkened. A sorrowful female voice came from the other end, saying, "Hello...brother, can I talk to you?"
The voice belonged to Jin Huili. She sounded very distressed, with a slight backache, and seemed to have suffered some kind of blow. Although she tried to suppress her voice, I could still hear a hint of hoarseness. It seemed Jin Huili was in trouble.
"Damn...so much has happened today. I wonder what's going on here now," I muttered to myself, rubbing my temples.
"Okay, I'll be right there. Wait for me there, the same place as last time," I said calmly, then hung up. Then I said to the driver, "Stop the car."
The driver was one of my underlings. Hearing this, he immediately stopped the car and pulled over to the side of the road. Although it was raining heavily, the number of pedestrians outside hadn't decreased at all, and the six or seven cars parked there were obviously causing quite a bit of trouble. As soon as we stopped, a commotion arose from all around us. It seemed our actions had already caused quite a bit of dissatisfaction, after all, this was a busy downtown area.
"Young Master Xie, what are your orders?" At this moment, the underling in the front seat opened the middle window of the car and respectfully asked me.
"You tell the cars in the back to leave two to take Miss Han home. I have some things to take care of. Oh, and while you're at it, take care of things here as well." I said calmly to the underling in the front seat.
"Yes..." The underling quickly nodded in agreement and began to make arrangements.
"Brother, I don't want to leave here. I want to go with you. Is there anything I can't do?" At this moment, Han Meizhu said to me with a reluctant expression.
"No, I have some personal matters to attend to. You can't come along," I said calmly, then closed my eyes to rest, ignoring whatever Han Meizhu said.
A moment later, someone ran over, opened the car door, and asked Han Meizhu to get out. Han Meizhu pouted reluctantly and left, but she didn't insist on staying. She just huffed as she left, "I'm so angry! How awful!" She
stormed off. This girl has been spoiled since childhood; the fact that she listened to me and left was already a big favor. Watching Han Meizhu's departing figure, I just smiled faintly and said nothing more. I simply sat there with my eyes closed, saying to the driver, "Let's go. The park on the next street."
At my command, the car slowly started moving. Although there were two fewer cars, it still attracted a lot of attention. We drove through the bustling streets, avoiding the noise of the crowd, and arrived at the park where I had met Han Meizhu last time. There was hardly anyone there at the moment, because the torrential rain had covered the entire city of Seoul. So, unless you were crazy, you wouldn't come to such an open area.
When the car stopped by the roadside, one of the henchmen rushed over from the front in the pouring rain, opened the car door for me, and held an umbrella in front of me. Then, the remaining eleven or twelve men also ran out of the car and stood there respectfully. However, to show their respect for me, although they were soaked to the bone, they all stood there straight without any cover.
Looking at these underlings, I couldn't help but sigh at the power of those in positions of authority. If you have power, you can do whatever you want; you can have others serve you, respect you, and have them work for you, just like now. If you don't, you can only be a slave to others, work for them, and desperately try to please them, just like these underlings. I understand this perfectly.
Looking at them, I took the umbrella from their hands and said calmly, "You can all stay here. Don't stand in the rain; go to your cars and rest."
With that, I took a black umbrella and walked towards the park square. The underlings watched me leave and then got into their cars one by one; after all, standing outside wasn't a pleasant experience.
A cold wind blew past me. The park was nearly deserted; the few people I saw were shivering and clutching their heads as they hurried past. Watching them struggle against the wind, I smiled slightly and walked in. When I reached the center, I noticed a small, frail figure standing in the rain, head bowed. She wore a simple tracksuit—a white shirt and white pants—her hair disheveled, and she stood motionless, letting the rain stream down her face, seemingly oblivious.
That figure was none other than Jin Huili. She was numb, oblivious to the raindrops hitting her. Her body was stiff from the wind, but she didn't move, just stood there blankly. Seeing this, I unconsciously frowned, glancing at Jin Huili with pity. Regardless of whether she was related to me or not, seeing a beautiful woman like this filled me with tenderness. After all… in my opinion, women are meant to be cherished.
"What happened?" Without realizing it, I found myself beside Jin Huili, a black umbrella sheltering us both. I spoke softly to her.
"Wah..." Upon seeing me, Jin Huili could no longer hold back and burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, so heartbroken, like Dou E, filled with injustice and resentment. The heavy rain in the sky was reminiscent of snow in June. It seemed even the heavens were moved by Jin Huili's pain.
"Alright, alright, I'm here. Tell me what's wrong," I said gently, patting her shoulder to offer basic comfort and ease her pain.
"Waaah..." Jin Huili didn't respond to my words, simply standing there, burying her face in my hands, refusing to utter a single word.
I sighed helplessly. I wondered what had happened to this girl to make her like this. In my eyes, Jin Huili was a delicate woman who cried easily, but she would never be like this. Something must have happened to make her like this.
"Come with me." I took Jin Huili away from the square, found a small restaurant, and ordered two small dishes and a pot of liquor. After pouring it for Jin Huili, I said softly to her, who was shivering from the cold and had pale lips, "Drink it. You'll feel warmer after you drink it."
"Mmm." Jin Huili, who had stopped crying, nodded slightly, her voice choked with emotion. She then slowly drank the liquor, but perhaps because she wasn't used to it, her brows furrowed involuntarily.
"You're feeling much better now. Can you tell me what happened?" I said to Jin Huili with a gentle smile, my tone so gentle it almost made me feel sick. But I also knew that women liked that, especially at times like this.
However, after hearing my words, Jin Huili's expression, which had just improved slightly, immediately darkened, as if she was about to cry again. She lowered her head and refused to say a word. Soon, tears streamed down her face, forming a small puddle on the wooden table.
"Alright, stop crying. There's nothing that can't be solved, you know? Just tell me what's wrong, and I'll definitely help you solve it. What's with all this crying?" Seeing this, I said sternly to Jin Huili, my face full of anger. I hate people who are all sentimental and wishy-washy. Although I'm not usually harsh with women, I knew that if I didn't act this way, Jin Huili would have cried indefinitely.
Jin Huili was frightened by my sudden stern tone. After glancing at me timidly, she finally stopped crying and whispered in a choked voice, "I... I lost my job."
Hearing this, I sighed helplessly and said, "It's just a job. If you lost it, you lost it. If you need a job, I'll arrange a better one for you. There's no need for this."
"No, it's that person, the person on the plane. He came to our company and had the director fire me. And I inexplicably owe the company a lot of money. I don't know why they have an agreement that I owe them 100 million yuan, with my signature. But I didn't have it. I have no way to repay such a huge debt. And at this time, my father was kicked out of the hospital because he couldn't pay the hospital fees. I really don't know what to do, brother, I'm still so upset," Jin Huili said, crying.
"What? How could you owe them so much money? Did you borrow money from them?" I asked Jin Huili, frowning, though I already knew the answer in my heart.
"No, absolutely not. If I had the money, I would have used it to pay for my father's medical treatment long ago. How could I have let him be kicked out of the hospital?" Jin Huili said anxiously to me, a hint of sadness creeping into her expression as she spoke of her father.
It was obvious that Jin Huili was telling the truth, and even more obvious was that she had been scammed. If I wasn't mistaken, it was probably that guy who deliberately messed with her last time. Otherwise, how could a mere flight attendant borrow 100 million won? There was definitely something fishy going on.
"Have you signed any documents recently?" I asked Jin Huili, frowning.
Jin Huili frowned and thought for a moment before saying in surprise, "Yes, I remember a few days ago our supervisor suddenly gave me a document to sign. She said it was a document granting me a special leave of absence. I signed it without even looking at it. Do you think it might be..."
"Definitely," I said with a cold smile.
"What should I do? Brother, you have to help me!" Jin Huili was clearly the type of woman who lacked assertiveness and relied on others. However, while she lacked assertiveness, she was definitely a good wife and mother, and incredibly gentle. She would be perfect as a lover.
"Don't worry, I also bear some responsibility for this. If I hadn't taught that guy a lesson so harshly, he wouldn't have come up with this way to cause you trouble. Don't worry, I'll handle this. Jin Huili, come with me. I'll take care of this for you today." I smiled confidently at Jin Huili, then took out my phone, dialed Ghost Face's number, and said calmly to Ghost Face on the other end of the line, "Ghost Face, make an appointment with the president of Samsung. I need to see him."
"Yes, Young Master Xie," Ghost Face replied crisply, then hung up the phone.
A minute later, Ghost Face called again, his voice unchanged, speaking to me with utmost respect: "Young Master Xie, Mr. Park Jung-yong, the president of Samsung, says he can meet with you anytime, but the time and place are undecided. He says it's best if you decide."
I had expected this. It would be strange if he didn't dare to meet me. After all, the lifeline of the Samsung Group is practically in the hands of our Ice Mirror Society. If I wanted to bring them down, they would be completely finished in just two or three months. Moreover, if I closed them off for ten or fifteen days, they would suffer countless losses. He wouldn't dare offend me, no matter who he offends.
"Alright, in that case, inform him. I'll go right away. I have some things to discuss with him at their headquarters now. I hope he'll wait for me there," I said calmly, then hung up the phone and pulled a surprised and bewildered Han Meizhu out of the restaurant.
The inquiries had ceased, and a rainbow appeared in the sky, its light dazzling and invigorating, a sight to behold. Taking a deep breath, I felt as if I had merged with nature, becoming one with it. The warm, humid air made me feel refreshed and invigorated.
When we emerged, a group of his men were already waiting there. Upon seeing me, they immediately bowed. This was a habit they had developed in South Korea, and I guessed they would do the same in front of Ghost Face. It was a habit they couldn't break overnight, but honestly, I liked it. It satisfied my vanity a little, and it felt great.
Kim Hye-ri, following behind me, stared wide-eyed, as if she couldn't believe it was real. Her large eyes were fixed on me, filled with doubt, as if she couldn't see through me.
I simply smiled faintly at Jin Huili's reaction and didn't say much. I pulled her into the car amidst the envious glances of others. Once inside, I said to the driver in the front, "Let's go, Samsung headquarters." The
car then slowly started moving. At this moment, Jin Huili, sitting next to me, still didn't say a word, only nervously holding onto my arm. Although it was a very small gesture, it fully demonstrated Jin Huili's character.
Suddenly, after driving for about thirty minutes, the car stopped. At that moment, the windshield rolled down, and one of my men respectfully said to me, "Young Master Xie, we've arrived."
I nodded, and with a group of men guarding me, I led a dozen or so men toward Samsung's headquarters building. Undoubtedly, our impressive appearance attracted the curious glances of countless office workers. Located in the heart of Seoul's most bustling commercial district, surrounded by towering buildings, this place was frequented mostly by spies and office workers. It was rare to see a dozen or so people in black suits like us. It was obvious that we were no ordinary people. My men's attire—black sunglasses, black suits, black earrings, and all with buzz cuts—made them clear that they were either bodyguards or members of the underworld, naturally drawing attention.
As we entered the Samsung Group building, suddenly about twenty security guards rushed out. However, they were quite well-mannered and didn't attack us, instead keeping a distance of about ten meters. At this moment, a young woman, dressed in professional attire with her hair up, approached me and respectfully asked, "Excuse me, sir, what can I do for you?"
"I'm here to see Park Jung-ryong. I've already made an appointment with him. My name is Lee Cheon-hsieh. You can just inform him," I said calmly. "
Okay, please wait a moment. I'll call and ask right away." The young woman's expression changed drastically upon hearing my words. She then smiled warmly at me and ran over to a girl at the front desk, whispering something to her before picking up the phone and speaking into it. A moment later,
she returned with a strange expression and said to me, "Sir, please wait a moment. Our president said he'll come down to meet you immediately."

Chapter 257: Making You Bankrupt (Part 1)
"No need, I'll go find him myself. Just tell me where he is," I said casually to the receptionist. Although Park Jung-yong's greeting was a courtesy, I clearly don't like waiting, no matter the situation, which is why I said that.
The receptionist hesitated, as this was obviously against protocol, and doing so would cause her trouble. However, after a moment's hesitation, she still respectfully said, "Okay, sir, I'll take you there."
Someone in that position was clearly shrewd and perceptive; she knew exactly who to offend, who not to, what was permissible, and what was impermissible. So, despite her hesitation, she complied.
Following the receptionist, we walked through the elevator to the 88th floor, braving the slightly crowded, bustling office space, and, under the astonished gazes of many, entered Park Jung-yong's office.
But when the elevator doors opened, the entrance was already packed with people, about a hundred or so, all dressed as office workers. They stood in two rows on either side, and an elderly man in a black suit, with a dozen or so equally dressed subordinates, stood there. Upon seeing me, he immediately said respectfully, "We are very sorry for not coming down to greet you personally. It was our rudeness, please forgive us."
The old man was Park Jung-ryong. Here, only he had the authority to speak to the people like this. I had met him once before. Although his appearance hadn't changed much, he looked slightly aged, with graying temples and a weary expression. He seemed gentle, but in reality, he was incredibly wise and shrewd. His deep, star-like eyes seemed to see through everything, giving him an unfathomable air. Although Samsung Group had been a board member for over sixty years, it was during his tenure that it truly flourished and developed to its current state, enough to influence the course of a nation. One can imagine how extraordinary such a figure must be.
"Hehe, Mr. Park, you're too kind. I've come to you with some matters and hope you can help me," I said, bowing slightly. It was out of understanding; when in Rome, do as the Romans do. I didn't want people to think I was impolite.
Although it was just a slight bow, it made Park Jung-ryong extremely happy, because it showed that I had no hostile intentions. Otherwise, he would have a headache.
"Mr. Lee, you're too kind. Please feel free to ask me anything, and I'll definitely sit down. Please... please come in, let's talk inside," Park Jung-ryong said with a smile, directly inviting me inside. At this point, there wasn't even a basic introduction. Hazara is truly a cunning old fox; it seems he knows my personality perfectly well.
Undoubtedly, Park Jung-ryong's actions left everyone around him bewildered for a long time, unsure of what had happened. He was likely a very important guest to them, yet he had conveniently missed introducing me to them while simultaneously introducing me to their guest. Logically, this was against protocol. Park Jung-ryong, who had led the group for so many years, had never made such a mistake before. This caused them great suspicion, but they dared not utter a word, standing there respectfully with their heads bowed, silently welcoming my arrival.
Walking down the long, narrow corridor, we arrived at a spacious conference room. The office was extremely luxuriously decorated, resplendent in gold, with floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides. While the outside couldn't see inside, the inside had a clear view of everything outside. From the other end of the window, one could see the bustling financial center, taking in the entirety of Seoul at a glance—a picturesque scene of bustling traffic, giving a feeling of superiority and comfort.
When we entered, a dozen bodyguards stood outside. Park Jung-ryong waved for everyone to disperse, leaving only me, Kim Hye-ri, and a middle-aged man around forty years old. This man appeared composed, but was actually quite cunning, his expression unrestrained and arrogant, giving off a domineering vibe. Thankfully, he wasn't a fool. (I think you're the fool!!) This feeling didn't show on my face at the moment. Upon closer inspection, this middle-aged man bore a striking resemblance to Park Jung-ryong, likely his son. What a pity, a tiger father, a dog son… The once-prosperous Samsung Group has been ruined by his actions; I wonder how badly it will crumble.
After we entered, a beautiful, voluptuous woman walked in, swaying her hips. Dressed in a simple business suit, she bowed deeply to me, revealing a pair of large, white breasts. Then, with a sweet smile, she said, "What would you like to drink, sir?"
"Coffee, please..." I replied politely. The woman smiled, nodded, and left. She looked incredibly alluring; it was clear she wasn't just a secretary, but probably Park Jung-yong's or his son's mistress. After all, such things are common... (What business is it of yours??)
A moment later, the female secretary came in again, placed several cups of coffee in front of us, and then left. Kim Hye-ri and I sat on the leather sofa in Park Jung-ryong's office and chatted with him. I sat there, picked up my coffee, took a small sip, and before I could even speak, Park Jung-ryong smiled and said to me, "Mr. Lee, I haven't introduced you yet. This is my son, Park Geun-woo... If I'm no longer able to work, I plan to have him inherit the family business. I hope Mr. Lee will take care of me in the future."
"Hehe, no problem. I think your son has inherited his father's style...tsk tsk, so spirited even in middle age. I think Mr. Park should entrust more tasks to your son in the future, so you can enjoy your retirement in peace," I said with a smile to Park Jung-ryong. After speaking, I glanced at Park Geun-woo, who was smiling humbly at me. It's fine to be arrogant, lazy, or extravagant, as long as you're not stupid, you can be cultivated (if you're that stupid, there's probably no hope of cultivation no matter what!!). Although Park Geun-woo is a bit arrogant because of his family background, at least he's not a fool. As long as he's not a fool, everything is fine.
"Hehe, Mr. Li, you're exaggerating. Do you think I don't know what kind of person my son is? All he does is eat, drink, and have fun, keeping a few minor celebrities around. He's good for nothing. Sigh, I don't know how long my family business will last in his hands. I hope you'll give him a hand then!" Park Jung-ryong sighed to me. Park Geun-woo was clearly very unhappy with his father's words, but he didn't dare say a word against him. He could only lower his head, fuming and his face was red. He obviously couldn't understand why his father would say such things about him in front of outsiders, which made Park Geun-woo feel ashamed.
"Hehe, no problem. After all, it's mutually beneficial." I smiled slightly and said to Park Jung-ryong. I take 10% of the net profit from Samsung's business in northern China every year. That's billions of dollars in revenue every year. Of course, I won't let this gold mine collapse.
"Hehe, with your words, I feel much more at ease." Park Jung-ryong smiled slightly after hearing my words, his expression much more relaxed.
"By the way, I have a few things I need to trouble you with, Mr. Park. I hope you can help me." I smiled slightly and said to Park Jung-ryong in front of me.
"Please don't hesitate to ask. As long as it's within my reach, I will not refuse." Park Jung-ryong immediately smiled and said, his manner almost obsequious. This made Park Geun-woo, who was sitting next to me, unconsciously frown. He probably didn't understand why his father was behaving this way. Even if his father met the president of South Korea, he wouldn't act like this. Yet, he was so polite to this obviously young man. Park Geun-woo was very puzzled. However, knowing his father well, Park Geun-woo didn't say anything at this moment, but just sat there with a somewhat unhappy expression.
"Well, it's like this. This Ms. Kim next to me is my friend. Recently, she has encountered some trouble. Because of me, she offended a high-ranking person in your company, I think it's someone called Section Chief Won. Hehe, I don't know the specifics. She looks to be in her thirties, and he..." I then told the father and son about Kim Hye-ri, explaining the situation in detail.
Seeing the grim expressions on their faces, Ye Liuyang smiled slightly and said, "That's how it is. I hope you can help me deal with him. After all, he's from your company. I want Mr. Park to give me an explanation. You know, my friends don't suffer losses."
Hearing this, Park Jung-ryong's face turned extremely ugly, and a murderous glint flashed in his eyes. He said to me, "Mr. Lee, don't worry. Since that's the case, then I'll deal with him the way he treated Miss Lee. I know who you're talking about; it's Yuan Jun from the Market Research Department at our Seoul headquarters. This guy is a womanizer and has caused us some trouble, but his work ability is quite good." "And his father is one of our shareholders, albeit a small one. However, to maintain the company's reputation, I haven't touched him. But this time, he offended Mr. Li, which is absolutely deserving of death. Leave this matter to me; I will definitely satisfy you. I will deal with him the way he treated Miss Kim, don't worry. As for Miss Kim, I'll call their company president right now and have them reinstate her. Samsung will cover all of his father's medical expenses. Genyu, go and notify the best hospital in Seoul to pick up Miss Kim's father and give him the best care. Please summon him immediately, understand?"
"Yes." Park Genyu respectfully nodded to his father.
"Hehe, really? Thank you so much." I smiled brightly, as did Kim Hye-ri. After all, hearing Park Jung-ryong's words meant Kim Hye-ri knew her father's matter was settled and her debts were gone. A happy smile spread across her bright face, and she unconsciously grabbed my arm.
"It's alright, after all, it's our responsibility, it's what we should do. Mr. Lee, please rest in the next room. I'll treat you to a good show later."
Park Jung-yong said with a smile, but when he mentioned "good show," his smile turned somewhat sinister. Clearly, he was very angry with the guy who had offended me.
"Okay," I smiled slightly and stood up. At that moment, Park Jung-yong pressed a red button next to the table, and his beautiful and alluring secretary immediately rushed in, bowing to Park Jung-yong and saying, "President, what are your orders?"
"Take Mr. Lee to the next room to rest for a while. Make sure you treat Mr. Lee well, understand?" Park Jung-yong said calmly, his expression extremely authoritative.
"Yes..." The female secretary nodded respectfully, then smiled warmly at me and said, "Sir, please come with me."
I nodded slightly and left with Kim Hye-ri and the female secretary. Park Jung-ryong saw us off warmly. After we left, Park Geun-woo finally couldn't hold back anymore and said to his father, Park Jung-ryong, with dissatisfaction, "Father, what were you thinking? You were so respectful to that guy. Moreover, Won Jun's father, Director Won Bin, controls five percent of the company's shares. If we were to get rid of him, we would lose at least tens of billions of US dollars. That would be a huge loss for us."
"Slap..." As soon as Park Geun-woo finished speaking, Park Jung-ryong slapped him hard on the head, then angrily said to him, "You bastard, you idiot! What have you been thinking about all day? Have you ever cared about the company? You're driving me crazy! You bastard, do you have any brains? Don't you know who that person is? God, how could I have such a son? How can I entrust you with the power I hold in my hands?"
Park Geun-woo didn't dare speak after being slapped, but anyone could see his dissatisfaction. Seeing this, Park Jung-ryong sighed helplessly and sat down, shouting at Park Geun-woo, "That person is the godfather of the thirteen northern provinces of China. Samsung can't afford to offend him. If he turns against us, with just one word, all of our products will be unable to circulate in China. Other gangs won't offend him because of us. In other words, he..." "A single word can decide our life or death. You surely know what the Chinese market means to us, don't you? And not only that, they're arguably the most powerful organization in all of Asia right now. Wherever there are Chinese people, they have influence. Even the Yamaguchi-gumi can't compete with them alone. Do you think we can? The Asian market accounts for 80% of our market share. With just one word from him, our company will be paralyzed. Paralyzed, you know? Then it won't just be hundreds of billions of dollars in losses, the entire group could be reduced to ashes. Our enemies, Hyundai, LG, these companies won't let this opportunity to strike us pass... At that time, we will have nothing, you know?"
Park Geun-woo's face turned deathly pale after hearing his father's words. At this moment, he finally understood his father's good intentions and hurriedly stood up, anxiously saying, "Father, don't worry, I'll immediately go and tell Miss Kim's father about this. But... Father, how should we handle this matter? I know some gang members. Do you think we should take care of that damned bastard Yuan Jun?"
"What did you say? Take care of him?" "Are you brainless? Don't you know... what Mr. Lee does? They have eight thousand members throughout South Korea. If he really wanted to take some action, would he come to us? Can't you use your brain? God, how could I have a son like you?" Park Jung-ryong sat on the sofa, clutching his head, looking distressed, and said to Park Geun-woo.
"Then... Father, what should we do?" Park Geun-woo hesitated for a moment, then said to Park Jung-ryong. He was good at drinking, gambling, and whoring, but when it came to scheming, he was clearly not so professional, especially not at a high level.
Rubbing his head, Park Jung-ryong said helplessly to Park Geun-woo, "Didn't you hear what I just said? You go do it... I know you know Yuan Jun. Tell him to come over, and then we..." "
Upon hearing this, Park Geun-woo's expression changed drastically. Even he felt a chill run down his spine. His father was indeed a shrewd old fox; if he were to be involved in such a situation... Park Geun-woo shook his head, abandoning the thought. He couldn't bear to imagine what would happen if he were in that situation. At this moment, he began to feel fortunate that he was Park Jung-ryong's son, and his only son, not his enemy. Otherwise, it would have been a nightmare.
A moment later, when I entered the room next to Park Jung-ryong's, the view was suddenly bright and spacious. The decorations here were even more luxurious than the previous room, filled with high-end facilities and antiques. The level of enjoyment was unimaginable: ivory carvings, pure gold lamp bases, a mahogany desk, and a simple yet soft large bed. The walls were covered with televisions, which seemed to be..." It's for monitoring the surroundings; sitting there, you have a complete view of the entire company. There's also a bathroom, a wardrobe, and a wine rack filled with expensive liquors. Anyone could tell what it was for (since everyone knows, why all the fuss...?). The female secretary skillfully opened the door and invited us in. Then she pressed a button on the wardrobe, and all the televisions on the wall rotated and disappeared into the wall, revealing a beautiful mural of Chinese ladies.
Looking at the secretary's graceful figure, a smile crept onto my lips. Looks like this woman is a regular here. Ah, it's only because Jin Huili is here; otherwise, I would definitely get her wardrobe phone number and properly enjoy this beauty. To be honest, she's enough to make my lust boil!

Chapter 258: Making You Bankrupt (Part 2)
"President, what brings you here?" Half an hour later, Won Jun, the South Korean old man I had a conflict with on the plane, appeared in Park Jung-ryong's office. Meanwhile, I was already sitting in the next room watching the closed-circuit television, observing everything. His voice was also being transmitted, making it feel like I was right there. The entire wall was displaying footage of Park Jung-ryong's office. It was clear Park Jung-ryong was deliberately putting this on me. At that moment, Kim Hye-ri sat next to me, watching everything intently, her eyes glued to the screen showing Won Jun. One hand unconsciously gripped my arm. The beautiful secretary next to me was looking at me seductively, shifting her legs occasionally. Her black lace panties were faintly visible through her short skirt, clearly an attempt to seduce me.
"Sir, would you like a drink... the wines here are the president's best, I'm sure you'll enjoy them," the secretary said alluringly, pouring me a glass of red wine. Hidden in the corner, someone handed me a business card. I paused for a moment, then glanced at the alluring secretary. With a slight smile, I slipped the card into my pocket when Jin Huili wasn't looking...
Then I turned back to watch Yuan Jun enter Park Jung-ryong's office on the screen, bowing and scraping, a classic lackey. Not a trace of arrogance. He was practically a docile kitten. Meanwhile, Park Jung-ryong, sitting there, smiled slightly and stood up when he saw Yuan Jun arrive, looking at him with an air of great importance. He said earnestly, "Section Chief Yuan, I've heard you've been doing well lately. Hmm, you recently closed a significant deal for our company. I'm going to reward you properly... What do you want? Just name it!" Park
Jung-ryong seemed genuinely impressed with Yuan Jun. What a cunning old fox! His acting skills are top-notch. Damn, someone like that could definitely be an Oscar winner... Park Jung-ryong's acting is far superior to those Oscar winners. It's flawless. If I hadn't known beforehand that this old fox was acting, I might have believed it too.
Yuan Jun's face lit up with a hint of wild joy upon hearing this, but he quickly composed himself. He then said to Park Jung-ryong with an air of humility, "This...it's all my duty. How could I dare accept your reward, President?"
"Hehe, good...not bad, young man, you're very humble. You've been in the position of section chief for quite some time now. The current finance minister is about to retire. I think you're a good young man. I'm planning to transfer you there. What do you think? Are you confident you can do a good job? If so, I'll let you go...if not, I'll reward you with something else..." Park Jung-ryong said to Yuan Jun with an air of admiration.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Jun immediately forgot all about being humble. Overjoyed, Yuan Jun looked at Park Jung-ryong and said, "Thank you for your guidance, President. I will serve the company wholeheartedly. Don't worry, I have some experience. I can definitely manage the finance department well."
To be honest, the finance department is the most important department in any company, and it's the one most appreciated and trusted by those in power. This is especially true for a company like Samsung. Becoming Samsung's finance director is a meteoric rise. Yuan Jun, disregarding his previous words, looked at Park Jung-ryong with an air of confidence and competence.
"Hmm...good...in that case, your appointment letter is on the table. Go sign it and you can go," Park Jung-ryong said, still with an appreciative smile. He didn't reveal his true intentions. In contrast, Park Myung-woo was somewhat behind. Although his face remained unchanged, a hint of disdain had flashed across his face. However, Yuan Jun was currently in a state of extreme excitement and didn't observe him. Besides, even if he did, it wouldn't have made any difference. In my opinion, Yuan Jun was a complete idiot.
Without a word, without even glancing at the document, Yuan Jun signed it. After finishing, he handed it to Park Jung-ryong with both hands. Seeing this, Park Jung-ryong smiled slightly and said to Yuan Jun, "Alright, go and rest. Report to the finance department tomorrow."
"Yes, President... I'll take my leave now." At this moment, Yuan Jun smiled slightly and respectfully said to Park Jung-ryong, then left in a hurry. It seems he's going to open champagne to celebrate. This poor guy doesn't even realize he's about to die; ignorance is bliss.
"Clap clap clap..." A few minutes later, rhythmic applause rang out in Park Jung-ryong's room. I had already arrived at Park Jung-ryong's office after Yuan Bin left. Clapping his hands and smiling broadly, he said to Park Jung-yong, "Wonderful...wonderful! Experience truly matters...Mr. Park is indeed impressive. He dealt with this idiot in just a few words."
"Hehe...it's not that I'm too good, it's that he's too stupid. I wasn't planning on treating him this way. But since he used such despicable means against Ms. Kim, then I can't be blamed. This is what he signed. A bond deed worth 23.2 billion US dollars. I'll give it to Mr. Lee." Park Jung-yong said with a smile, handing me the document he had just signed...
"Hehe...Mr. Park, you're quite generous...but it's useless to me. I don't think this guy has that much money..." I said with a smile, holding the bond deed.
"He doesn't, but his father does. His father, Won Bin, owns five percent of Samsung's shares, enough to be worth over 20 billion US dollars. And although their father-son relationship isn't good, and old Won Bin has cut off all funding to this guy, but...after all, he only has one son...I believe Mr. Lee will have a way." Park Jung-yong said with a smile as well.
That old fox... he's really cunning. Giving this to me not only makes me owe him a favor, but I also have to help him deal with Yuan Jun and Yuan Jun's father, Yuan Bin... while he reaps the benefits without lifting a finger. To be honest, this is a troublesome situation. After all, such methods are not honorable and involve a huge sum of money. It's not easy to handle... Even if Park Jung-ryong took this contract, it wouldn't be of any use. Instead, he would be suspected. It's different if I took it. Anyway, I have a triad background. What can't someone with a triad background do? Moreover, I control Samsung's lifeline. Those directors wouldn't dare to say anything. If it were Park Jung-ryong, he would be in trouble. After all, although Samsung is a family business, it is still a listed company with a large number of shareholders. He doesn't have absolute control. Doing this could very well lead to his downfall. That would be a huge loss...
Although giving away more than 20 billion US dollars would hurt anyone, it's a better choice than risking trouble. And this action undoubtedly makes me owe him a huge favor. You know, favors have to be repaid... especially when it involves more than 20 billion US dollars. That means Yuan Bin's five percent stake in Samsung... that's tied me to Samsung's chariot. In terms of long-term benefits, it's absolutely worthwhile... the old fox is indeed cunning... but I have no choice but to take this piece of the pie, after all, over two hundred billion US dollars... I can't just throw it away.
I can't let this delicious treat slip away, even if it might cause some trouble later.
"Alright... in that case, I thank Mr. Park for his kindness..." I laughed heartily upon hearing this.
"Hehe... welcome to the company... Director Lee." Park Jung-ryong chuckled in return.
A moment later, laughter echoed in Park Jung-ryong's office. Fortunately, what I witnessed earlier had already been resolved. I had my men send Kim Hye-ri away. Otherwise, I wonder what she would think of me if she saw me like this... Although I didn't really care, I remembered the reluctant look in Kim Hye-ri's eyes when she left, that pitiful appearance. My heart skipped a beat. To be honest, I can't resist the allure of those delicate, frail beauties.
"Young Master Xie, where are we going now?" A group of his men were still waiting respectfully when I came out. As Park Jung-ryong escorted me downstairs, I got into the car. One of the henchmen sitting in front of me asked respectfully. It was nearing evening. The sky was a gloomy gray. However, it had just rained, and the air was fresh and invigorating.
After taking a deep breath, I said calmly to the henchman in front of me, "Call Ghost Face and bring a hundred gunmen with me to this place tonight."
I then took out the address Park Jung-ryong had given me. This was the residence of Won Jun and his son, Won Bin. According to the information Park Jung-ryong had provided, the father and son's relationship was not harmonious. Won Bin had also publicly stated that if Won Jun could reach the ministerial level at Samsung, he would be allowed to return home and inherit his shares. If not, then the money would be donated to an orphanage. For many years, Won Jun had failed to achieve this, which was why he was struggling financially. However, since the appointment letter had been issued today, then according to Park Jung-ryong's words… Yuan Jun's first action wasn't to celebrate with champagne. Instead, he went back to his father, Yuan Bin, to demand his inheritance. After all, that's over two hundred billion US dollars... Anyone would be tempted, let alone Yuan Jun.
That's why I had my men come with me here.
"Halt! Who are you? This is private property. You..." When we arrived at a private villa in the suburbs of Seoul, we were suddenly stopped. Several burly men in black blocked our way. They looked like bodyguards.
However, they stopped mid-sentence, not daring to say another word. Because at that moment, several dark gun barrels were pressed against the back of their heads. Several henchmen had gotten out of the car at some point, pointing guns at the bodyguards' heads.
"Young Master Xie... we've arrived." The windshield rolled down again. The henchman in the front seat said respectfully to me.
"Hmm, take care of the bodyguards in the villa," I said, lighting a cigar casually.
"Yes, sir." The henchman said respectfully, then picked up the phone. I started notifying the area ahead. Then, with a sudden slam on the brakes, a convoy of cars came to a smooth stop. About a hundred men in black suits got out and rushed inside.
"Bang bang..." A few moments later, gunshots rang out from inside the villa, and then my man's phone rang again. After answering, the car slowly drove in. I knew the matter was resolved. I sat down, lit a fine Cuban cigar, and closed my eyes to rest until my man opened the car door for me. The
surrounding scenery was quite nice. The villa was quite large. Everything around looked excellent—green hills and clear water. There was even a small lake nearby. The scenery was beautiful, the air fragrant with flowers, and the rustic Western-style villa sat in the center. It looked magnificent; it seemed Yuan Bin knew how to enjoy life.
When I got out of the car, the villa was already filled with my men. Upon seeing me, they all bowed respectfully. Only a dozen or so didn't. Because they were currently holding guns to the heads of over a dozen bodyguards. Two men lay on the ground in pools of blood, seemingly finished. It seems my men aren't entirely stupid. They didn't kill all the bodyguards, even though it wouldn't have been a big deal. It would have caused a lot of trouble, especially since I had embezzled Yuan Bin's assets. People would inevitably think I used some improper means. You know... this isn't China, and I don't have the power to control everything. While I'm not afraid of the South Korean government, if they're truly determined to eliminate my Bingjian Society, then we'll have no choice but to withdraw or go underground. That would be the worst possible news for our Bingjian Society. The fact that they're turning a blind eye is already a big favor. I don't want to make a big fuss unless absolutely necessary. After all, Yuan Bin is a well-known figure. If his bodyguards were all dead for no reason, and his assets were seized, even a fool would know something was wrong. The consequences would be quite troublesome. I didn't want to lose more than I gained.
I nodded to my men and led them inside. By this time, Yuan Bin, Yuan Jun, and their group had obviously spotted us. After all, with so many people and such a formation, firing two shots was a sure sign of trouble.
"Who are you? What brings you here? Have I, Yuan Bin, ever offended you?" When I entered, I found Yuan Bin, Yuan Jun, and their servants herded into the center. A dozen men stood guard upstairs and downstairs, with over a dozen gun barrels pointed at their heads. Upon seeing me, Yuan Bin addressed me seriously, showing no sign of panic. He looked to be about sixty-seven or sixty-eight years old, though not very old. His temples were gray, but his eyes were bright and his complexion was good. He spoke loudly and forcefully.
"Heh...Me? I'm here to collect a debt." I smiled slightly, took a puff of my cigar, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said to Won Bin in front of me.
"Collect a debt? I don't seem to know you, let alone owe you any money. There are plenty of people in Seoul who know me, Won Bin. How could someone with billions in assets like mine owe money? But since you're here, I, Won Bin, am not a stingy person. It wasn't easy for you people to get here, so I'll give you a million dollars, and you can leave." Won Bin said angrily.
But this guy was quite sensible. At this point, he knew he couldn't get away without offering something in return. So he threw out a million dollars. But unfortunately, I wanted more than that.
"Heh, just because you don't owe any money doesn't mean your son doesn't. You should know...your son owes me quite a bit of money." I said with a half-smile, glancing at the man over there, whose face had already turned ashen. He looked at me with disbelief, as if he hadn't expected me to appear here, and in such a state.
Looking at his son, Won Bin seemed to realize that this guy knew me. After a helpless sigh, he said to me, "Alright, since this brat owes the money, you two name the amount, and I'll pay."
"Heh...good...good, Mr. Yuan Bin is indeed a reasonable person. No wonder you've ended up like this. Not bad, I admire you. But it's a pity you have such a son, tsk tsk..." I said with a slight smile, amused.
"You...you're talking nonsense...I don't owe any money. I just had a little conflict with you, don't wrong me...Dad, I really don't owe any money this time. You have to believe me." Yuan Jun said angrily to me, then explained to Yuan Bin. It seemed he was afraid this would affect his inheritance of the family business. It seemed these two hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem.
"Alright, I know, stop talking nonsense." Yuan Bin said angrily to his son. Whether it was true or not, this was all Yuan Jun's doing. It made him very angry. However, turning to me with a smile, he said, "Tell me, how much does he owe you? I'll pay you."
"Heh, not much. Just two hundred and twenty-three billion US dollars," I said with a slight smile to Yuan Bin
. "What! Two hundred and twenty-three billion US dollars? What do you mean? How could he possibly owe that much?!" Yuan Bin stood up angrily, glaring at me.
"What do I mean? Nothing much. Heh heh... just enough to bankrupt you," I said with a cold laugh, my disdain undisguised.

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