Woosung was indeed well prepared. He had instructed the escorts to make sure Jung Jinsup was drunk out of his mind. He also told them to record everything.
Afterward, the women left and Woosung walked toward Jung Jinsup who was unconscious on the bed. He poked him a few times.
“Hmm…”
Jung Jinsup groaned but couldn’t move a muscle. Woosung tapped his cheek, but Jung Jinsup was still motionless. Finally, Woosung slapped him as hard as he could.
Slap!
The sound was loud, but still, Jung Jinsup couldn’t wake up.
Woosung slapped him again. It was with such great ferocity that Jung Jinsup’s cheek turned beet red and his lips bleed.
Woosung murmured, “Finally, it begins.”
The next day.
Woosung answered Jung Jinsup’s call casually, “I didn’t want to disturb you so I didn’t call you. It must’ve been quite a night last night.”
“Gosh, I drank way too much. I can’t remember much.”
“I told Lee Ari what happened. Unfortunately, she seemed annoyed. I wouldn’t call her for a while if I were you.”
“Alright. I’m sorry I didn’t make it. You went out of your way to arrange the meeting for me and I missed it.”
“Haha, it’s ok. Things like this happen.”
Woosung heard the toilet flushing a few times. Jung Jinsup came back to the phone.
“Damn. I’m still so nauseous.”
“I feel like it’s partly my fault.”
“No, it’s my fault. I drank too much. By the way, where did you find those women?”
“Oh, I got someone to hire them so I don’t know exactly…I will try to find out for you.”
Jung Jinsup licked his lips. “They were so hot! I want them again.”
“I’m glad you had a good night.”
“Man, I feel guilty I keep getting gifts from you and I haven’t paid you back yet.”
Woosung replied in a smooth tone, “That’s alright. I am just thankful you are willing to introduce me to Daeyang.”
“Oh, right. I heard Gichul is coming back to Korea. His dad is ready to forgive him, I guess?”
Woosung replied with an enthused reaction, “That’s a great news.”
Choi Gichul.
He was Woosung’s main target.
Jung Jinsup continued, “When he’s back, I will arrange a meeting for you two. I heard your phone business is going well?”
“Yes. I have been worried about where I could get more parts for manufacturing.”
“Gichul told me he is going to be responsible for CE, but he should still have some influence in the display and semi-conductor departments.”
“I’m glad.”
Choi Gichul.
Woosung still remembered the feeling of wanting to punch him.
“By the way, I don’t know why my cheeks hurt so much this morning. It must’ve been a rougher night than I remember.”
Woosung tried hard not to laugh as he replied, “You must’ve had a great time.”
“Totally.”
They joked for another 20 minutes. Woosung could feel that Jung Jinsup was beginning to trust him and even like him as a friend.
Things were going according to his plan.
Incheon international airport.
Choi Gichul arrived through the VIP door. As soon as he exited, his assistants took his luggage. Choi Gichul got into the car.
“I will take you straight to the office.”
The driver announced and drove carefully. He remembered how cruel Choi Gichul was, but he couldn’t quit his job. Although he was only a chauffeur, he was being paid better than most high-ranking office workers.
“Are you better at driving now?”
Choi Gichul was gone for over a year, but he hasn’t changed a bit.
The driver bit his lips and replied, “Yes. I will do my best.”
“Good luck. You know what I like, right?”
“Don’t get caught at red lights and go straight non-stop.”
“Good.”
The driver started to sweat nervously.
Choi Gichul was abusive as usual to the driver. He got out in a frenzied fury and went to see his brother Choi Taemin who treated him with a solid malice.
“You better not cause any more problems. I already told the CE department, so make sure to show up everyday. Don’t assault any more female staffs. If you cause one more issue, you’re out. Got it?”
The next was his second brother.
“Wow, long time no see, Choi Gichul.”
Middle son Choi Gitae.
His face looked kind, but Choi Gichul knew better than anyone how harsh he could be.
“You too.”
“Haha, it’s nice to see you. I heard dad gave you the CE department?”
“Yeah. I guess he forgave me.”
“What an idiot you are. It’s a test. He is testing all of us against each other to see who will get Daeyang. Why are you so stupid, or are you just pretending?”
“Who cares. It will either be you or the oldest.”
“Wow, you think I have a chance? Awesome!”
Choi Gichul knew how to flatter his brothers.
Choi Gitae said to Choi Gichul, “Let’s go for drinks.”
“Oh, I’m supposed to meet Jinsup…”
“Oh, that game company’s CEO’s son?”
Choi Gichul nodded.
“Then I’ll join you.”
Choi Gichul stopped himself from sighing and answered, “A…alright.”
“Do you not want me to come?”
“N…no.”
Choi Gichul hated himself for not being confident around his brothers. However, they were much older than him, and he still couldn’t recover from the trauma of their abuse when they were young.
After hanging up, Woosung grinned. The meeting was taking place earlier than expected, and Choi Gichul’s brother Choi Gitae was also joining them.
He rang the bell to one of the mansions in Hannamdong. A security guard came out and checked his ID before letting him in.
Inside were people laughing loudly.
Three men.
Eight women.
Three of them were celebrities. As soon as Woosung entered the room, Choi Gitae’s eyes widened.
“Wow, you are better looking in person. Nice to meet you. I am Choi Gitae of Daeyang System.”
Woosung shook his hand and thought.
‘So this is that drug addict.’
It was one of the gossips Shin Semi told him.
“Nice to meet you too. I am Kang Woosung of KND.”
“Haha, I am happy to make your acquaintance. Today will be my treat.”
Woosung bowed lightly. “Thank you.”
Jung Jinsup was walking towards them. Beside him was Choi Gichul.
Jung Jinsup introduced them. “Hey, you’re here! So this is Gichul.”
“Hello. My name is Choi Gichul.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Kang Woosung.”
Choi Gichul.
Woosung tried his best to stay calm. It was hard. His breath started to get rough. Thankfully, Choi Gitae asked Woosung, “Let’s go in. I am curious about how you created Blue S.”
Everyone looked at Woosung with interest.
