1RomanceEB Chapter 57 The Second Rich Man, Park Chung-hee's Downfall
Chapter 57 The Second Rich Man, Park Chung-hee's Downfall
January 9th, Thursday, 10 PM. The day after the fifty million US dollars arrived in his account, Su Yu lay on his bed in the basement, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The water pipes overhead were still dripping tirelessly, but his mind wasn't on money; it was on the bloody message that reporter Jiang had sent him yesterday.
Park Chung-hee, chairman of the DK Group, is a prominent figure in South Korean chaebol circles. His involvement in overseas money laundering is even more egregious than that of Kim Myung-hwan. Su Yu rolled over, and the dark red thread in his right palm began to tremble slightly again.
It felt like a phone on vibrate, but not a new one; it was an aftershock left from when he killed Kim Myung-hwan. He could feel the light in the cracks no longer just passively leaking out, but actively seeking him out like sharks that had smelled blood. He was that magnet with its own gravity.
The phone vibrated, breaking the eerie atmosphere. Cai Xiubin messaged: "Oppa, what's for breakfast tomorrow?"
Su Yu replied instantly: "Seaweed rice rolls."
The other person immediately replied with a shocked emoji: "Eating this again? Didn't you just strike it rich? Can't you have some nouveau riche mentality and eat something better?"
"Money is money, and breakfast is breakfast. They don't conflict."
Cai Xiubin sent an eye-rolling emoji, clearly speechless at this blockhead. Su Yu didn't reply, staring at the ceiling thinking: No one can be told about Park Chung-hee.
It's not that I don't trust him, it's just that there's no need to. Where his money comes from, what his superpowers are—these are things that can only remain buried in his heart for the rest of his life.
January 10th, Friday, 3 AM. Su Yu went out alone. She didn't bring Cai Xiubin, claiming that she had a male cosplay shoot in the morning and couldn't stay up late, but actually it was because bringing a burden like that would be suicidal.
I took a taxi to Cheongdam-dong, where Park Chung-hee's DK Group headquarters stood in the night. The entire building was made of glass curtain walls, shining like a crystal palace on fire, exuding an arrogant "I'm very rich" vibe.
Su Yu looked up and saw that the black line on the roof was so thick it looked like an oil pipeline. The cracks were even bigger than Jin Minghuan's, and dark red light was gushing out like lava, making people dizzy just looking at it.
He followed the flow of red light, this time not to a dusty construction site, but to the underground parking garage of a luxury apartment building. The wire passed through a ventilation duct and finally landed under the chassis of a black sedan.
Without a word, Su Yu lay down on the ground in an extremely ungraceful posture. Reaching out, his fingertips touched a brown paper envelope; the edges were slightly damp, probably from the dampness of the basement.
He pulled it out and opened it. Wow! Inside was a stack of Swiss bank deposit slips, several overseas account documents, and an inconspicuous small USB drive. Although the amount was only a few million US dollars, this thing was far more deadly than Kim Myung-hwan's USB drive—every transaction had a signature, an account, and a transfer record; it was practically a pre-order letter for a silver bracelet from Park Chung-hee.
Su Yu stuffed the envelope into his coat pocket, stood up, and dusted himself off. Suddenly, the elevator dinged behind him; someone was getting off. He didn't turn around, walking slowly and deliberately out of the parking lot as if nothing had happened.
Under the streetlights, he took pictures of the contents of the envelope and sent them to reporter Jiang, along with the message: "Evidence of Park Chung-hee's money laundering. Enough to keep him in jail for the rest of his life."
Reporter Jiang replied instantly, her voice trembling: "Where did you get this? This is something that could cost you your head!"
Su Yu calmly replied, "I found it."
After a long silence, reporter Jiang replied with two words: "...Awesome."
At four in the morning, Su Yu returned to the semi-basement. He hadn't slept; he sat on the edge of the bed, spreading the deposit slips and documents on his lap. Five million US dollars. Although not fifty million, combined with the previous huge sum, his current net worth was enough for him to live a life of luxury in Seoul.
He picked up his phone and sent a message to reporter Jiang: "Use the things as you see fit. Don't mention me; I'm just a helpful citizen passing by." Reporter Jiang replied with a single word: "Understood."
Su Yu placed his phone beside his pillow and closed his eyes. Aside from Reporter Jiang, the only person in the know (though he assumed Su Yu was just a lucky paparazzi), no one else would know about this.
Cai Xiubin wouldn't know, Shirley wouldn't know, and Yoon Shi-yoon wouldn't know. It wasn't a lack of trust, it was a lack of need. His abilities, his money, his background—these were his secret weapons.
January 11th, Saturday, 2 PM. In the company, Cai Xiubin sat by the window reading a script for a game called "GG". Su Yu came in from outside, holding a courier envelope. She put down the script and looked at him sharply. "You went out again?" "Yeah. To send a package." "What package?" "Top-secret company documents."
Su Yu put the envelope into the drawer and locked it with a "click." Cai Xiubin watched his smooth, fluid movements, and her lips twitched slightly. "Oppa, have you been hiding something from me lately?" "No, I'm very innocent."
"Then why did you lock the drawer?" "The drawer has always been locked." "You didn't lock it before." Su Yu turned to look at her, and said with a straight face, "I didn't have anything valuable before. Now I do, to keep thieves away."
Cai Xiubin stared at him for a few seconds, seemingly trying to glean some clue from his face, but in the end, all she saw was a face that screamed "I'm very honest." She lowered her head and continued reading the script. Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her face and casting a small shadow on her cheekbone with her eyelashes, making her look like a painting.
Su Yu walked to the window, stood next to her, and suddenly asked, "Xiubin." "Hmm?" "If one day I were very rich, what would you think?" She looked up and blinked: "How rich?" "A lot. So rich that I wouldn't need to work, I could just lie around all day."
"Then you shouldn't work. You can make me seaweed rice rolls every day, I want to eat them for the rest of my life." Su Yu laughed: "Aren't you going to ask me where my money comes from? What if I robbed a bank?" "You'll tell me when you're ready."
She paused, her eyes clear. "If you don't want to say, there's no point in asking. Anyway, you don't seem like the kind of person who would do bad things." Su Yu didn't reply, but his heart skipped a beat. The wind outside seeped in through the cracks in the glass, causing the curtains to sway gently, and also stirring something within him.
That evening, Su Yu returned to his semi-basement apartment. Pushing open the door, he saw water still dripping from the ceiling, but he was already used to this life with its own background music. He lay down on the bed and took out his phone. There was an unread message from Sherry.
Oppa, I heard you've struck it rich lately?
Su Yu paused for a moment, then typed rapidly: [Who told you that? It's a rumor!]
[Reporter Jiang. He said you've struck it rich, and it seems to be related to Park Chung-hee.]
Su Yu stared at the line of text, thinking to himself that Old Jiang was far too loose-lipped. [He was drunk and talking nonsense, and you actually believed him?]
He was drunk and talking nonsense, but my intuition was right.
Su Yu didn't reply. Shirley sent another message: [Oppa, it doesn't matter where your money comes from. What matters is that you don't get into trouble. If you ever need money or run into trouble, remember I'm here for you.]
Su Yu typed a few words: 【Nothing will happen. I have the protagonist's halo.】 【You promise?】 【I promise.】 She sent a smiley face. Another message came: 【Goodnight, Oppa. Dream of getting rich.】 Su Yu replied with two words: 【Goodnight.】
He placed his phone beside his pillow and closed his eyes. Someone was playing music outside the window, a slow, leisurely tune. The ticking continued. But he knew that some things he would never tell anyone in this lifetime. Not out of distrust, but because there was no need. His abilities, his money, his background—these were all his, and only his. As for Park Chung-hee? Ha, see you on the headlines tomorrow.