IRLPLBIO Chapter 41 Part 2

At that moment, Im Ho-sin revealed his emotions, unable to control his expression. The thought, ‘Surely, Jae-gu wouldn’t…’ was plainly visible on Im Ho-sin’s face as he glanced back at Jae-gu.

“You, you…!”

“I’ve been telling you since earlier that I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Jae-gu brazenly stood his ground.

At least, he had done nothing wrong to Choi Eun-ho. Im Ho-sin’s expression would certainly change again when he’d have to settle with the guys he beat up later, but for now, Jae-gu was confident.

Im Ho-sin, his energy instantly drained, barely managed to steady his trembling legs. Choi Hyeong-gyu took a step closer to him and subtly leaned in.

“Just words won’t convey my gratitude, will they? So, I was thinking, do you happen to dabble in stock investments?”

“Yes, a little.”

He didn’t actually invest in stocks. However, he couldn’t refuse when Choi Hyeong-gyu hinted at giving him information.

This wasn’t free information, but a form of ‘cooperation.’

Choi Hyeong-gyu and Im Ho-sin exchanged glances, communicating with their eyes, ‘He understands quickly,’ and ‘Please tell me.’ Soon, clearing his throat, Choi Hyeong-gyu opened his mouth.

“From what I see, a few places are quite unsound. If you’ve invested there, it’d be best to pull out quickly before it turns into waste paper.”

Having said that, he rattled off a few names. The fact that he chose to utter them verbally and let them disappear, rather than leaving evidence in writing, showed he was thoroughly an upright prosecutor.

“Woo-shin Pharmaceuticals, Mawon Chemical, Dongyang Ilbo, Choego Planning, News Daehan…”

The companies Choi Hyeong-gyu smoothly called out, Im Ho-sin desperately etched into his brain.

Jae-gu, who had been listening casually alongside them, recalled that two or three of those places would close down within a few years. Especially when Woo-shin Pharmaceuticals went bankrupt, Han Seong-cheol had actively manipulated the situation and made a fortune, which Jae-gu remembered very well.

It was also around that time that he formed a connection with Madam Shin—no, with Shin Ju-hee, who had by then become President Shin. In order to procure funds through channels the National Tax Service couldn’t see, he had sought out the ‘Big Hand of Jongno.’ Han Seong-cheol had used that money as capital to ‘invest’ in Woo-shin Pharmaceuticals…

‘No, wait a minute. I can use this, can’t I?’

Jae-gu’s eyes gleamed.

Just because a company went bankrupt didn’t mean the entrepreneur did. The schemers who colluded with them scraped together money from individual investors with inflated information until the very end.

The individual investors who had invested thinking it was a truly good company didn’t even know what was wrong until just before its collapse. The rogues who had thus sucked up other people’s money fled, clutching their distended bellies, while only the individual investors shed tears of blood.

Now, he intended to switch the perpetrators and victims. Those who inflated their own bellies with the tears of blood of others should also know that their greasy bellies could get a hole. For those who sought to exploit others, experiencing genuine ruin would be a good life experience.

If they were going to go bankrupt anyway, shouldn’t they at least cough up some money and disappear? In the capitalist world, those who commit crimes must compensate, even if it’s with money.

Choi Eun-ho was entitled to squeeze money out of them. And Jae-gu, himself, too.

This time, the one who would make a fortune wouldn’t be Han Seong-cheol, but Kwang-cheol. The one who would profit in the middle shouldn’t be the schemers, but Choi Eun-ho. He didn’t know the detailed method, but those who were second to none in intelligence would help him.

Jae-gu regulated his breathing. After taking a couple of deep breaths, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, he suddenly raised his hand.

“Hold on. Could you perhaps delay that a little?”

“Hmm?”

Choi Hyeong-gyu’s lips twitched. By the instinct of an upright prosecutor, he wanted to say, ‘This is none of your business,’ but the thought that the person was his son’s savior prevented him from speaking.

Jae-gu also had some sense of tact. It was clear he had to persuade Choi Hyeong-gyu.

But he didn’t know any clever words to impress such an intelligent person, so he first appealed by emphasizing that he, too, wanted to beat up those guys.

“If we let it simmer a bit, the size of the yeot will get bigger.”