God of Money

Janggwang-chul has been single since morning.

"Oh, Korea's leading bridegroom came first."

The dominant smiles bloody.

"I don't want to talk to seventh place."

"What, what?"

He kicked his tongue.

"Tsk, I told you I should be in first place, only seventh place. With me, of course, I don't think number one is going to be easy. But you have to take second place to earn the honor of our KND group."

He closes his eyes as if Zhang Guangcheol is full of energy and shakes his head.

"Huhu, and I'm still in my 20s, and you're looking at me now, but when are you going to get married?"

"Hey!"

"My father and mother complain to me when I die."

It was the right situation to say that it was given back and received in words. Janggwang-chul replied, sweating from his forehead to his sweat.

"I'll take care of the marriage."

"Hehe, I'll give you that."

"Hnng."

It wasn't until I heard the sound of Zhang Guangchul's suffering that the conversation ended. Jang Kwang Chul opened his mouth first as if he was trying to change the subject.

"You agreed to interview the Time magazine."

"Yes, I heard you wanted to use it as a cover model. He was named the next generation leader in the corporate field."

"How are you feeling? Time magazines are sold all over the world."

"Let's take over · · · Time magazine this time instead of feeling. I was thinking about it."

Janggwang-chul has tasted it.

"Then I'll buy all the companies in the world."

"Hehe, wouldn't I be able to do that?"

"Ugh, yeah?"

"But I won't. because time is of the essence, and it can damage a healthy market economy."

"You say that, and I really think it's going to happen."

"Heh heh, do it?"

Zhang Guangcheol shakes his head. It was the most frequent behavior in front of the dominant. Jang Gwang-chul asked after finishing joking a bit.

"The Yongsan business is now opening the first shovel and closing the merger between Anix and Dobasita. Coconut surpasses 500 million users, Blue S ups and downs Apple's iPhone by 12."

Zhang Guangcheol quickly spoke.

"There are billions of dollars being raised every day in the company."

The intention of saying this was simple.

Next.

I was curious about the future of dominance. He was well aware of that. Zhang Guangcheol was recently assimilated in the adventurous pursuit of aggressive dominance.

"We're trying to build a car for sex."

"Raise them right?"

"Electricity, automated driving. that match two keywords. So I'm thinking of hiring a PhD in artificial intelligence."

"It's one of the keywords of the future era."

"And?"

"I have to think about it, but I'm going to take over a few more companies I need and introduce Comb Main in a Time magazine interview."

"Comb Maine runs a coconut mall?"

"Yes, it also operates a cryptocurrency exchange."

Zhang Guangcheol tilts his head.

"Will it be money?"

"You know the word Gold Rush? Mine money. It's going to make a huge boom."

He didn't want to wait until Rifle or Ethereum was released. He was going to launch a cryptocurrency first and introduce it as Bitcoin.

Bitcoin.

I was going to put Choi Ki-chul in the frenzy market.

“And then what? ”

“The end of the dollar age. ”

“Ugh, yeah? ”

Nondictated dominance no longer spoke, but looked at the distant mountains. Various scenarios were being drawn and disappeared in my head. I wasn't ready to say it out loud yet.

* * *

Hans convulsion office.

Choi Ki-chul was the place to take a stamp every day. And his glances were deeply frowned.

The cause is the time in front.

It was because of the person who was decorating the cover.

"What a prick. Time to step up."

Leaders leading 2011.

The god of money.

Rain star.

Every investment he made, every business he did was nicknamed after the Trigger Times. Choi Ki-chul, who was going to read the time magazine, taunted me.

"What is the God of Money?"

At that moment, the phone rang with a 'beep'. As soon as I got it, I heard the voice of the dominant.

"Come up here for a second."

Choi Ki-chul frowned. I was already starting to worry about what kind of blame would fly.

10th Floor, Hankuk Building.

It was the location of the dominant's office. Choi Ki-chul was sitting frozen. I looked at Choi Ki-chul once as he slowly read the report. At that time, Choi Ki-chul swallowed dry stew.

"Hmm · · · · · · · · · · ·."

He shed a long tear. I've never gone quietly. Choi Ki-chul is in an extreme state of tension. What other pain will come this time? I am very aware that the future of the oceans is also in jeopardy if I hate my dominant.

Is that so?

I became more nervous.

"This one's not bad. I should have done this a long time ago."

Compliments.

It was the first compliment I heard. I didn't feel bad for some reason. Rather, I tried to climb up with my mouth twitching.

"From the table of contents to the content, it holds the key exactly. I don't need to fix this."

I had to bite my mouth tightly at the words that followed. Otherwise, I would have laughed a lot already. Choi Ki-chul replied calmly.

"I understand."

"Please do this again next time."

"Yes."

He was famous enough to decorate the cover of Time magazine.

Only official assets are ranked 5th in the world.

It is known to have tens of trillion won. Add even informal assets. He was going to take first place in the world. Some compare dominance to a trillion-dollar Middle Eastern oil reserve.

It is the first compliment of such dominance. Choi Ki-chul left the position, enduring the smile of trying to squeeze out.

As soon as he left, the comet vanished.

"You should be proud of your compliments."

This was also learned from Choi Ki-chul in his previous life. My ego drops to the ground with a usually harsh reprimand. Then, once in a while, he compliments me. It makes me feel better as I relax. I feel recognized by my supervisor and follow him. Of course, this method also works well if your supervisor has the ability. A star capable of embellishing even the Time magazine cover. This method couldn't work.

"Hehe, is it time for a stronger reprimand next time?"

I felt better just thinking about it. Pleasure in securing an agreement with the oceans, giving direction like an employee.

I felt like I was being rewarded at once for all the hard work I've done.

"You train them like that, you get them to buy bitcoins, you drop their prices."

The dominant burst into laughter like a madman.

"Hehehehe, it's worth a look."

* * *

Choi Ki-chul returned to his seat and opened the time magazine again. The face that was decorating the cover was not so bad now. Rather, I smiled slightly. Choi Ki-chul quickly flipped the page and opened the interview section of the dominant.

"What did you say?"

How he started his business. It was mostly the same story about how things were going and what the plans were going to be. A word appeared in Choi Ki-chul's eyes.

"Bitcoin?"

It was one of the words that the dominant once said. And it was one of the cryptocurrencies that was traded on Wit Main.

The fourth industrial revolution is coming. Artificial intelligence, autonomous driving cars and blockchain technology.

Blockchain technology that purports to decentralize will continue to evolve through a medium called Bitcoin. Bitcoin will collapse the existing central money economy system and be at the pinnacle of digital currency.

A lot of the interviews were allocated to the topic of blockchain and Bitcoin. The nickname "God of Money" wasn't just put up with making money well.

It wasn't that far away.

Blockchain and Bitcoin. And I want you to remember these two words.

Choi Ki-chul searched the Internet as soon as he read the contents. There was already the word bitcoin in 1st place in Nexter's crossword. I tried to contact Jinseop, who said he works at Wit Maine, but he didn't answer the phone.

"Bitcoin · · · · Bitcoin · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

It was said by a man named Rain Star. Worth remembering.

* * *

[AutoScale In progress · · · · · · · ·.]

A server was created a few minutes after the instruction text appeared.

"3 front ends, 5 back ends created."

"Connection delay resolved."

"I'm going to upload a notice."

"Call Center inquiries are flooding in!"

The hillside comb main office is rowdy. A crowd full of over 100 square feet is watching the monitor with tense eyes.

"Ms. Grant, this is not enough. More server expansion required. At this rate, another shutdown will occur."

Park Jong-hyun stared at Jung Jin-seop. Jung Jin-seop excused himself by swallowing a dry saliva.

"This is a structural issue, so it's hard for the application to perform any more. It needs to be reorganized."

"Don't you think he's been paying you to do that?"

"When it overlaps with something else, time · · · · · · · · ·."

"Is that an excuse? Do you know how much the cost goes up with each server? 400,000 won a month. 400,000 won a month. Dig up some dirt. Do you have that kind of money?"

I looked at Jinseop with the pity of the employee next to me.

"I'm sorry."

"Time magazine issues seem to be increasing for the user right now. to server expansion. However, program improvements are urgent. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Let's see, today, our billionaire has surpassed one million subscribers. Keep up the good work."

When he finished speaking, Park Jong-hyun turned around and went into the office.

Yooseong, who was peering through the office blinds, sat down. I complimented Park Jong-hyun for coming into the office.

“My friend, I admire you very much. You're not very good with people. ”

“Hey, I'm in trouble because of that. You know, Comb Main picked a lot of people. ”

Park Jong-hyun nodded his head.

“I feel like I'm slowly speaking among people. I feel sorry for Jinseop.”

“Hmm · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“My reputation is completely ruined. Floor.”

“You don't do that to other people. ”

“But it's not a joke to talk behind your back because you have so many eyes. Do we really have to keep doing this? ”

Yooseong opened his mouth slowly to Park Jong-hyun's egg color.

“Well, that's enough. Emphasize it one more time to your employees. You never should have made a Bitcoin deal. If we get caught in the middle of a deal, we'll have to dispose of the containment or fire them. ”

“That's what I've told you so many times. It's also a code.”

“Hehe, good. ”

The dominant smiled and looked at Jinseop sincerely.

‘But you have to make a deal. You'll have to. ’

Park Jong-hyun trembled.