Corporate Villain
Copyright© 2025 by K.W
Chapter 19
Something you want?
Anything is fine?
I couldn’t let it show, but I swallowed a laugh inside.
Should I ask for one of those prime buildings in Gangnam?
Wouldn’t that be the end of anyone’s life?
Or should I be a bit more greedy and wisely ask for the Andalusian winery that Chief Oh Ji-won is currently scouting, to be purchased under Daeyoung’s name?
With just that, I’m confident I could set up the Madrid branch to operate safely for at least the next 10 years.
Once that setup is complete, following the olive farm deal, the entire Madrid branch would become my achievement.
Such an absurd thought.
Do I not know Chairman Kang Ki-young?
There’s a famous saying he left at a breakfast meeting in Pyeongchang-dong.
“The world has always belonged to the petty.”
Why? Because they are suspicious, worried, and born with an inability to trust others, they fear sharing what’s theirs, and thus, they don’t feel ashamed to be envious.
It doesn’t matter how much leaves my pocket. But the company’s pocket is a different story.
Even with my days numbered, I’ve led Daeyoung trembling over every single dime that might leak from the company’s pocket, so what makes you so great, so noble, that you pretend to be generous to the world, feigning magnanimity?
And with the company’s money, not your own.
I’m not sure if others have taken his words to heart as I have, but I cherish them, thinking they best describe the man known as the Chairman.
Why wouldn’t I be surprised that every move I make at Daeyoung is reported in real-time to Pyeongchang-dong?
It’s only natural, given Chairman Ki-young’s character.
With such a character, it’s no wonder he can summon me in the middle of work hours like this.
A gift?
What you’re offering is not a gift, but shackles.
Shackles filled with the meaning of flying only within the vicinity of your sight.
Though I haven’t seen much, just looking at Director Joo Yeon-hee, who started frequenting Pyeongchang-dong after marrying Vice President Kang Young-jin, the answer is clear.
Of course, with that marriage, the VR Group received something tremendous from Daeyoung.
But is it a hundred percent theirs?
Never.
It can’t be.
On the surface, it seems like they’ve been given something enormous, but in reality, Daeyoung has given almost nothing to the VR Group.
It’s all just numbers.
Not tangible.
It’s merely through such superficial business gains that the VR Group has secured a world’s solid guarantor in its relationship with Daeyoung, converting it into economic value according to their own calculations.
And for that price, Director Joo Yeon-hee, who has lived her life as a princess, what position has she been placed in at the breakfast table in Pyeongchang-dong?
A debtor’s position, pitiable to those who see her, having to watch Chairman Kang Ki-young’s face.
A debtor.
Every time I see Director Joo Yeon-hee, that’s what I think.
What was the VR Group lacking that they made their daughter, raised like a princess, into a debtor, striving to forge a relationship with the Daeyoung Group?
Do you ask me if there’s something I want?
Anything is fine, just say it?
If I truly tell you what I want, will you be able to give it? First, prove that you’re someone who can do that.
And once you do, another condition will be attached.
I can’t be unaware that Chairman Kang is someone who trains people like that.
I’ve been watching him for three years with curiosity, albeit from the corner of my eye, as if studying.
In the end, it’s a remarkable ability to make one continue to serve out of necessity, having spent precious time hopelessly on something one will never possess...
But the problem is, do I have any reason to owe Chairman Kang now?
Do I need to live as a debtor, shouldering the debt of something that will never truly be mine, paying only the interest with my time?
Already in my bank account is 5 billion, and by my side is Kang Moon-jung, a joker.
From now on, I must be someone who owes nothing to the Daeyoung Group.
Only then can I act with confidence in front of Vice President Kang Young-jin and Director Joo Yeon-hee.
How could I, lacking even a semblance of confidence, dare to step into the fray with VR Group’s leading lady, Director Joo Yeon-hee, and Vice President Kang Young-jin, who has the entire VR Group at his back? Executive Kang Moon-jung has declared a full-on confrontation.
Shouldn’t I at least possess the weapon of confidence?
Executive Kang Moon-jung.
I’m currently tempted to forgo the remaining 50 billion won of the initial 100 billion won promised to me. Instead, I’m considering coveting Kang Moon-jung, this woman, with genuine desire.
As the wedding draws near, greed has taken hold of me.
“I’ve already received it,” I said.
“What?”
“Your consent to the marriage. I didn’t think I would get it. Even if I did, I thought it would be incredibly difficult. I was prepared to be hurt. But you agreed so readily that at first, it didn’t feel real.”
“...”
“I didn’t have the luxury to consider anything beyond receiving your consent.”
“And now?”
“It seems I’m developing a sense of shame.”
“Shame?”
“I want to end the shamelessness with just one consent to the marriage.”
The chairman bit his lower lip, hiding it beneath the upper one, and let out a short click of his tongue before murmuring to himself.
“Is it a deal? These guys say they won’t accept anything even if offered. Don’t go changing your tune later. I’m not one to ask twice or thrice.”
By now, Executive Kang Moon-jung and I should be calling for a strategic timeout.
“What you mentioned earlier inside, about announcing the marriage yourself...”
“Come to Remius by 6 o’clock after work.”
The executive also mentioned that there was still more work to be seen to, and that he needed to return to it immediately.
“I’ve had someone roughly fill in the furniture, but you still need to see it for yourself. Let’s discuss the details there.”
“Understood.”
6 o’clock, Remius Building 1011.
All the lights were on in the entire building.
But the garage was empty.
And there was no sign of Manager Noh Gyu-hyung.
I punched in the code and entered the house through the garage.
Unlike when I first visited this house with the executive, it now felt warm, as if someone had already moved in.
Furniture I hadn’t seen that day, luxurious interior accessories, and even the lighting, replaced according to the executive’s taste...
The tags were detached, but the slippers seemed brand new, as if I was the first to wear them.
As expected, the executive director had arrived first.
“Did you come?”
“Is Manager Noh not around? Did you let him leave early?”
The executive director shook his head disapprovingly at the position of the painting on the living room wall.
“It seems Manager Noh is quite lucky. Even amidst my hectic schedule, he’s taken over the role previously held by Director Yoon, yet his workload is less than half.”
“There’s a saying that it’s good to keep people with a lot of ‘eating luck’ but no ‘work luck’ around.”