God of Money

Lee said with as much patience as he could.

"That didn't happen."

"How can I believe that?"

Something sad came up from the breasts of Lee Sung-hyun because of the dominant. The back of my neck became hot. I wanted to explode like a chimney. However, when I met the eyes of the cold dominant, his heart was shattered.

They did 400 trillion in revenue last year.

A nationally popular entrepreneur looking at 600 trillion sales this year.

He was a rat in a daze. Rats can bite cats. The cat then suffers a slight wound. But what about rats?

Angry cats will eat you. The enemy is a lion, not a cat.

"How can I trust you?"

"This isn't the end of the ocean data."

"That means."

"I want as much data as I can, including the Justice Department, the Secretariat, the Financial Supervisory Service, etc. One of my goals is to tear the oceans apart."

"So you can help with that goal and get the issue buried?"

The dominant smiles, raising his mouth tail.

"Think about it. What happens now when a huge issue of the ocean erupts?"

Then, Lee Sung-hyun's eyes opened wide. The dominant figure who saw him was a horse.

"Issues are covered by issues. When people get distracted, they hire lawyers from all sides to end up on probation. It's common practice."

As the dominant words continued, Lee Sung-hyun's expression gradually brightened.

"Like you said, I'm lining up for most lawyers in South Korea. We can provide you with as much as you need. It's up to you."

Seong-hyun has tasted it. It was an attractive condition, and one that was hard to resist. Seong-hyun asked again.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You mean you'll do everything you can to help us get the data on the ocean?"

Yooseong nodded his head, and then Seong-hyun sighed for relief.

Sung-hyun left, and Yooseong checked the data with the remaining lawyers in more detail.

"Lawyer, how many years do you think Tae Min in the ocean will live with this kind of data?"

Meat Hoon Lawyer.

It was a special case that brought the prosecutor who served as the deputy chief prosecutor for the Seoul Central Prosecutor's Office. Even during his time as a prosecutor, his career in ocean-related investigations contributed greatly to the choice of superiority.

"I think it will be about two years."

"On probation?"

The meat hoon nods. Yooseong has tasted it. Based on the evidence available here, it was definitely rational accounting. Nevertheless, the total number of corporations is only on probation.

The meat hoon spoke in an irresistible voice.

"Have you heard of the Three Laws?"

After three or five years of imprisonment at trial, he promotes the media extensively to give citizens a sense of Qataris. And reduce to the maximum sentence the court can reduce from trial to trial. If so, the sentence will be less than or equal to 3 years and a reprieve can be given.

It contributes to the country's economy as we know it. 'or' to ensure free economic activity. 'Speaking the same words.

"Yes, I know."

"I have proof that I have a limit of five years. And then you get two to three years, and you get out on probation."

"We need more evidence that won't budge."

"Things could be different if lawyer Sung-hyun brings me evidence that I haven't seen."

The dominant who once tasted again flashed his eyes.

The name of the stone.

Choi Ki-chul.

It also meant that the oceans would stand at a crossroads depending on whether the two shaking ones brought new evidence.

"I see what you mean."

Finally, I left the meat loaf.

The lone dominant has activated the computer. A 50 "TV screen on the front illuminated with a window logo. He placed his hand on an ergonomically engineered handmade mouse and keyboard modeled after his hand.

"Bitcoin has risen to ₩ 4,301,000. 14 million coins mined in the meantime. At this rate, 21 million are almost entirely mined."

The program closely identified the number of moving coins in the wallet address.

"It seems that several large institutions have tens to millions. Not to me. Sell everything after pumping as much as possible and launch a full coconut coin."

Perhaps the price of Bitcoin will fall. Until then, it was important to make sure that Choi Ki-chul and Choi Tae-min had as much as possible.

"Against the fall. And regrets to 10,000 won. I wonder what Choi Ki-chul would look like then."

According to Jung Jin-seop, Choi Ki-chul was constantly buying Bitcoin. Presumably at a high point, he seemed to intend to pump after blocking the withdrawal of 'comb trading’. But it will not be so.

"I won't let you do what you want."

After checking the Bitcoin quotes and checking the asset status, dominance confirmed the time. South Korea time is around 12: 00 p.m. New York is around 2: 00 p.m. It was time to promise. The dominant's cell phone rang just in time. It was Jeremy, chairman of JP.

"Have you made up your mind?"

"How much money have you spent on lobbyists?"

"Maybe a trillion."

"Hnng."

You hear the sound of pain on the other side. The dominant horse was a horse.

"I'm not saying give up the dollar. I'm going to replace it."

"Isn't that what you said?"

"Haha, giving up and replacing are words that have different meanings."

"If I replace it, but lose control, I think it would mean the same thing."

This time, dominance burst into laughter.

"I don't think the cryptocurrency project will succeed without participation in the United States. If you participate now, I can guarantee you an equal position with me."

Jeremy doesn't miss the subtle wording difference.

"Can you change the maximum unconditionally?"

The dominant casts his horse.

"Then I'll say this. We will not do so if the United States is lower than others."

It meant that they should be below themselves.

"What if JP says no to the end? What happens if the Federal Reserve Bank stops the deal and at the U.S. government level?"

The gospel answered with a voice that had no solemn dominance.

"legislation is already underway in the House and Senate. In addition, Silicon Valley has an ecosystem of sustainable and sustained companies. You mean you're gonna blow it up?"

The dominant asked the question, snoring.

"How?"

The dominant horse speeds up while Jeremy is speechless.

"Who else do you think has the most stakes in the so-called 'startups’ in Silicon Valley and investing 10 trillion manufacturing factories in the dead city of Detroit?"

The dominant hurries at Jeremy. Only silence flowed through the phone.

"That's me. I'm the one who can withdraw their investment plans and move the unicorns' headquarters to Israel, not Silicon Valley. And if it does, it's going to have a bad impact on the U.S. economy. It's your decision."

The dominance did not stop there.

"And who's got the biggest hands on the New York Exchange?"

The static clears. Jeremy is also feeling a little fuzzy. Who is the true owner of Light Capital, which operates millions of swans.

"The assets are operating in New York, giving an enormous return on the exchange. Real estate is the same. If those funds get out of the country at a time."

You hear the sound of swallowing a gulp across the phone. The dominant voice slowly spoke.

"JP is going to be hit pretty hard. Isn't that why you called me?"

The dominant continued to ask questions, and only silence passed over the phone. It was a sign of positivity because it felt dominant. It meant accepting the questions he asked. Jeremy opens his mouth.

"Then I'd like to have a more detailed conversation about the meaning of the word as much as possible."

The call was closed only a few decades later.

* * *

Ocean Hospital.

Choi Ki-chul came to the place where Choi was lying with an oxygen respirator. No one was allowed in or out of the area because it was closely monitored by ocean security personnel. Only the number of people allowed by Choi Tae Min, and Choi Ki-chul was the number of people allowed to enter.

Beevik.

Thousands of wires were connected to the head and chest of the highest gunman, vomiting beeps. Choi Ki-chul mutters to himself, looking at the chief gunnery officer lying down.

"You really didn't know this was going to happen?"

Beevik.

The chief who was closing his eyes couldn't say anything. Choi Ki-chul bit his lip.

"Why did you do this to us?"

Choi Ki-chul asked me a question, but Choi Gun-su who was lying down couldn't give me any answers. A giant who had proclaimed an era lay down as a vegetable.

"Now I'm going to go the other way. other than the path my father set me on. Even if the end of that path destroys everything my father created."

Choi Ki-chul looked at Choi Gun-sun, empowering his eyes. His eyes were filled with grudges against his father.

Beevik.

The room you hired was still teeming with beef jerky. After finishing speaking, Choi Ki-chul moved to the next room. The situation there was similar. Choi was lying with his eyes closed with an electronic device all over his body.

"Crazy bastard."

Seeing them closing their eyes, they said, "It's better than thinking they do. ’I thought first. If he had opened his eyes, how many more humiliations would he have had to endure?

"You've been lying down your whole life for the world."

Beevik.

The beep sounded like an answer. Choi Ki-chul said without caring.

"A madman like you should have died."

The abuse that Choi Ki-tae suffered as a child reminded me of him. The target was hit by an arrow and hit by a sandbag. All kinds of swearing had to be heard, and I had to suffer from everyday violence.

Only one thing.

Because he's my brother.

When his childhood wish came true, Choi Gi-tae died. Of course, that wish is now fulfilled.

"Everything you have. Now I have it. You don't mind, do you?"

I heard a beep as if I was responding to Choi Ki-chul's sneering.

Beevik.

Hearing that, Choi Ki-chul left the room.