God of Money

Same time.

Shin Semi was lost in thought, looking at the Han River at the ultra lavish villa in the land of the egg valley in the Han Nam East.

“It's not a day or two when a journalist is wrong. ”

The founder came out but didn't trust the results very much I took a look at the report on the table.

Nuri Financial Group Lab.

General Election Results Aggregate

162 seats per liberty, 77 seats per developed democracy. 20 seats per hopeful future. 18 seats per Democratic Progress. 32 seats unaffiliated.

Report from the sink of Noorie Financial Group.

The result was also slightly different from what dominant said.

“We'll see. ”

As time went on, one or two finalists were confirmed and after 12: 00 p.m., most media outlets reported different figures than the results.

153 seats per liberty, 81 seats per developed democracy.

All the news told the same story, a superstar from a decade from the future. It was a natural outcome, but it was not a natural outcome for Shin Semi.

An ambitious hour or so in the morning.

The seminar that I was not used to enduring did not call immediately, but waited for morning.

The seminar called as if it was waiting as soon as morning.

Glug.

Yooseong identified the caller who was vibrating from the morning and put the phone back in his pocket.

The first day we met in the boss's office.

It was an antidote to the seminar where he fought with himself without saying anything. This time, Yooseong waged a war. I got another call, but I didn't pick up. Shinhwan who was watching asked.

“What a rookie. You should answer it when the call comes. ”

“Haha, no. You don't have to answer that. ”

“Are you in love? ”

“Yes?”

It was a love fight, and now it's even a vague word.

"Is it the summer? I noticed the algae. What are you doing out in the ocean in the summer?"

He said, hiding his hot insides.

"Ha. Haha. You said you were a doctor of liquor last time, and now you're a doctor of love."

It looks a little awkward.

However, Shinhwan was no longer pursuing.

"Yeah? Or not. Let's work hard this morning. Heave-ho!"

Joon-woo Park and Yong-gan Kim were already in combat position. He was just about to start work by putting it on the desk to charge the phone that no longer rang. Representative Kwak Jong-Wook rushed into the office.

"Wooseong! You're in the office. Phew. I need you to come up to the boss' room right away."

"Me?"

When Yooseong asked me nicely, I replied, sweating red.

"Please. I'm dying. Please go quickly."

The office's attention was focused on the barrel of the situation. The dominant who could no longer embarrass Kwak Jin-wook stood up.

It was the boss's room, but Najaman, the boss, was not there. Instead, it was a seminar. She asked before the dominant sat down.

"How did you get it right?"

He shrugged and replied.

"An insight into the essence. I told you yesterday."

"You don't have to play with me, and if you keep answering like that, it doesn't mean anything here."

The dominance that I have for her has prepared a plausible answer.

"Big Data. using my field of expertise."

Then the seminar nodded slightly.

"Can you tell me more?"

"Before that, I have a story I'd like to hear from you."

Again, the seminar nodded and accepted the words of the dominant. It was the price for the magic that matched the headstones of the Korean bilateral party.

"Tell me."

"I want to hear the hidden story about the successors of the ocean group."

"Yes?"

"Their female protégé, their favorite pub. that you can use as a drink or something."

I was intrigued by unexpected demands. In fact, I thought you wanted money.

But what about the successors of the oceanic group? The seminar felt a little confused.

"Why is that? Did you get any promises from the press?"

"Haha, no. Just."

Actually, Choi Ki-chul.

I needed that one piece of information. The dominant voice who took a moment was the word.

"Personal curiosity. I'm naturally interested in everything. It doesn't matter if the information is incorrect. It's just enough to tell stories somewhere. Of course, I have to be a story that I can't hear."

You have to collect pieces of information and complete a picture. Even though it was trivial, he needed as much information as possible.

“Hmm · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“Nothing ever goes to the press. Just think of it as an admiration for another world. And that gossip, no matter what it's known for, is enough. ”

He continued to persuade the seminar.

“You can think of it as a kind of occupational disease. It's my hobby to collect data. ”

The seminar opened its mouth to see if the last word moved the mind of the seminar.

"If that's the kind of story, I know a few things."

Daughter of a neosemido financial refinery.

According to Wooseong's internet research, the eldest brother of Credit One, the father of Shin Semi, married Kyung Seong Ilbo's second daughter. His brother was also married to Song Jong-hoon, Song Jong-hoon's brother, Kyungsung Ilbo's president.

A mix of intricately intertwined moneylenders.

The seminar was also at the center, so I was sure I would know about the successors of the Chambers, and I was right.

"That's enough. So, shall I start with the story?"

Nod.

The seminar nodded again, and the dominant began to answer.

Google Trends.

Web crawling (automatically gathering information on the Internet).

The results of the last general election, and the results of the exit company that was implemented at that time.

Analysis was performed by combining etc.

Of course, I did not do it, but the answer was enough.

The seminar only listened to the dominant without raising any other objections. When I literally unwrapped the "sled" with all the knowledge that the dominant has so far, 30 minutes passed.

During that time, the seminar focused exclusively on dominant, asking intermediate questions, but did not argue.

It was completely believable. He had a satisfactory smile on his mouth.

"That's it."

After he finished speaking, the seminar closed its eyes for a moment.

"Hmm."

I noticed that it summarizes the explanation that the dominant has done so far. It's been three minutes. The seminar opened its eyes and began to talk.

"I heard you. Now it's my turn to talk. “

The seminar took a short breath and said.

“First, Choi Tae-min, the eldest son, is known for meeting top celebrities who are not behind the scenes."

“Even though you're already married? ”

“Marriage is just a means to wealth growth for the financiers. ”

The dominant nods. What Fuzziness knew was that it was a means to grow property.

And the important story has yet to come out.

“I see. Please continue. ”

Starting with that, the seminar solved the story he knew. Among them was the information that dominant wanted.

* * *

Choi Ki-chul.

Choi Ki-chul, who was expressed by Shin Semi, was also as cunning as a snake. However, it was said to be different when alcohol was added. In the shadows of the two brothers, "cunning", a trait that grows and becomes known, disappears, and "violence" takes its place.

The ferocity is expressed without compromising on organisms, things. Throwing things is basic and beats people without hesitation.

Despite numerous posthumous entries, it was thanks to President Choi Gun-su of the Ocean Group that nothing was known in the media.

President of the Ocean Group.

He boasted about his fiery temper and gripped his son as if he were wrong. However, it was an unbearable person who touched his family. Even in the press, it was no different. So, Choi Ki-chul, the son of Gunwon, in the media, was the same as the contradiction. The story I heard from Shin Semi kept my hands off things all day long.

He couldn't stop thinking about them after work.

“Ki-chul Choi, Liquor, Gunwon Choi, Ocean, Ocean · · · · · ·. ”

I muttered the same thing like a madman. I ran Excel and looked at the year star event chart I wrote down. Mostly opportunities to make money.

And it was about Choi Ki-chul.

When it comes to Choi Ki-chul, did he receive an award from an entrepreneurial association, or did he visit an ocean-group baseball stadium, or did he come to make comb mains?

I wrote down something small without missing it.

There was also a line on April 28, 2008.

Come out, you son of a bitch.

It was an incident that Choi Gunwon, chairman of the Ocean Group, assaulted the bar staff on behalf of Choi Ki-chul's son. The importance of the matter loosened the taboo and flowed a few lines through the media. The so-called "Me and My Son Who Hit Them" story in the press. It was his turn to happen soon.

* * *

Choi Ki-chul hasn't been feeling well since morning. He was told that his mobile business, which Choi Tae-min, the eldest son of his brother and family, would again record an 'evening surprise’.

His joy is his misfortune.

It means that you should always listen to the best person who competes and compares their children. Choi Ki-chul, who was angry when he sat in the back seat of the car entering the headquarters, stopped at the red traffic light and the driver growled.

“Hey, who the fuck told you to drive like that? ”

“I'm sorry."

Puck!

I didn't just say that. I kicked the driver's seat with my right foot.

“Is that all you have to say? He said he didn't want me to stop. You didn't?”

In this case, excuses only bring greater anger. But if you don't say anything, the Disobedience will drop. The driver repeated the same thing. A slight stutter was a know-how gained through many years of experience.

“I'm sorry. ”

“Shit. I'm on my way to headquarters. I told you to study. ”

Puck.

“Why.”

Puck.

“A horse.”

Puck.

“Ugh.”

“I'm not listening! ”

Puck.

“Ugh.”

Whenever I spoke a word, Choi Ki-chul in the back seat kicked the driver's seat with all his strength. Every time, the driver let out a weak groan.

The important thing here is to moan moderately. It was not the stubbornness that made me endure it.

Optimal size is light, about 30 decibels. To find out about this size, the driver drove several groans over the years and tested Choi's reaction. It was the groaning I found. Choi Ki-chul stopped kicking if it really worked. And the traffic light changed.

“Sorry, I'll be going. ”

The driver focused as much as he could and stepped on Excel. Neither fast, nor late. Choi Ki-chul did his best to maintain the optimal pace of comfort.

The knight's brow was sweated from his iliac spine, and today I endured the stress of decreasing the life span of several days.