God of Music

"What if I did?"

"Someone else would have put one on me... but I don't know about you."

Jua's eyes are burning. Kang Yoon graciously handed him a tea bag in a paper cup. Jua took the paper cup and took it to her mouth without much thought.

"Oh, it's hot!! It's hot!!"

"Careful."

"Oh, Tate. So you're saying that you didn't buy Ms. Won?"

Kang Yoon was neither positive nor negative. I just laughed relaxed.

'President Won wouldn't talk about our conversation, and Ju-ah would do things differently.'

I don't think the march is that stupid, and Kang Yun asked again.

"You came running in the middle of the night because you were worried?"

"I love the timing. It's time for me to think about Korean activities after the world tour. The company is currently suffering from Young Jem's disease in Korea... but, you know, President Won wasn't this delicate after all."

Jua still opened her eyes and looked at Kang Yun. Kang Yoon leaned back, shaking a mixed coffee loop.

"That's what I thought. So, what are you gonna do?"

"Oh, I don't know. If you're thinking of coming, you should sign a contract, but this is work."

The paper cup was put down and Kang Yoon leaned forward.

"Don't think about him. Make your choice."

"Easy for you to say. If it was up to you, would you have run all the way here? Anyway, okay. You didn't buy anything from behind, did you?"

"Well?"

"Oh, about!!"

Zhuoa flinches, but Kang Yun shrugs. The body was then leaned forward.

"Keep it simple. Think about it. I mean, if there's one person I can work with, it's you. I know you feel burdened by Chairman Won, but there's nothing good about a contract because of that."

"... is that it?"

Jua nods, thinking of something, and raises a finger to her chin.

"Actually, my brother is the most suspicious... but if anyone is worthy of a contract, it comes with a contract. Oh, I don't know, I don't know --"

Jua leans back onto the couch. My expression cleared up as if my thinking had improved.

"I'll do as you say. You're leaving now?"

"Yes, why?"

"Let's go for a drink. I'll buy it."

"Huh? Get some rest today..."

"It's been a while since I came to Korea. Let's go, let's go."

Kang Yoon was taken by Jua to the bar instead of the house. It was 6: 00 in the morning when he went home and opened the front door.

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- Fine Stock - Bowtie Strategic Investment Rest

The Taiji and Oh Seong-hyung were staggered on a large table. Hasseyeon's boss, who was sitting at the place where the pole was placed, handed him the document frame that was placed in black leather on the other side.

"I look forward to it."

The Chinese and Young-hee, who received the documents, also handed over the documents they had.

"At this point, I'll return the favor to Finestock."

The two leaders held hands. The flash erupts, and the officials behind you applaud.

Within hours, the investment partnership between the two companies was published.

- Finestock attracts investment from Bok Thai, a Chinese investment firm. The size of the investment is private...

Famous investment firms from Finstock and China have large-scale investment breaks. Both companies secretly formed an investment partnership and industry officials said it was a surprise event.

Bok Tai has shown tremendous interest in the sound recordings site, Itzhpin, and has been known to have gained positive answers for physicians in Pine Stock. Finstock has set the stage for entering the Chinese market… Bok Thai, an investment firm known as a major shareholder, has also made a significant investment in the country's leading firms.

Authorities were only able to confirm the news after the article was published in a secret moving barrel. The same was true for Heaven, MD Music and Nets.com, who had always been on the lookout for Itzpine.

Lunchtime the day after the article leaves. Associates from the three sound recording sites gathered together.

"Ha-seyeon is working with Chinese investors. I'm surprised."

Haven's principal, Yang Chul, shakes his head as he slices his steak. Yoon Myeong-seok, the MD Music Representative sitting next to him, lightly scolded the wine glass.

"Ha Se-yeon, that woman is not like Lee Gang-yoon. There was a saying that this trip to Finestock was as cold as I thought it would be."

"There's a lot of competition there. And it turns out, you have to stay five years to spread your wings on the ground. Anyway, it was fun. I think there's going to be a change in Itzheimer's, right?"

Johnny Choi, CEO of Netts.com, handed over snail cuisine and said: Yang Min-cheol smiled loudly.

"His Itzwein... I'm getting nervous just thinking about it. At that price, what are we left with that sound quality service? And how much you spend on singers, how much you spend on boxers. Even though you could make more money... idiots."

"Now that I have investors, I won't let them. Finstock won't be able to empower the world like before."

"I think the time has come. Let's stick together."

Yoon Myeong-seok raised his glass. The sound of the wine cup banging spread clear.

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"I understand, but you have to give me advance notice of this."

Hanging up the phone, Kang Yun raised his voice.

- I had no choice. The terms of my contract with you were pre-secured.

"It's about Itzheimer's. The contract with us is nothing, sir."

The words flowing out stopped for a moment. Kang Yoon put up with his anger once and said.

"I've appointed the former director, Mr. Jeong Taek. I didn't even touch management. I think I've done enough, but have you ever made any unfair demands?"

- I understand you're upset. But it didn't affect the shares of the world.

"26.7%. It's taken more than half of Finestock's shares. You're going to have a big mouth for this tspine."

-.......

The conversation no longer progressed. Kang Yoon fixed the phone.

"... I understand. I'll see you soon."

Kang Yoon hung up his phone and didn't hesitate. The user was betrayed by a trusted opponent. The sunlight came through the window.

I opened up the documents that I had recovered from my mind. The report from the PR team was at the top.

'Jae-hoon is doing well.'

Kim Jae-hoon continued the high-speed march in three days after his Chinese debut. The press release was good, and the effects led to broadcasting. This was linked to album sales. Due to my tight schedule, I even received a request to use the private plane. Kang Yoon smiled faintly as he signed the payment slip.

The other singers were doing well. Kim, Ji-min, Major and Indie, preparing for the next trip to China, were doing more than just their share.

It was night after reviewing all the reports and paying all the paperwork from each team. Kang Yoon called his secretary.

"Please take care of all this before you go home."

"Yes, sir."

The door secretary brought a cart and took the stacked documents from the desk. Suddenly, my desk became cool.

As I was getting ready for work, the phone on my desk vibrated. It was Jung Yu-ri.

"Yuri, what's going on?"

[What are you doing to me?]

As soon as I pressed the call button, I heard a tearing sound.

"Is something wrong?"

[Why do you want me to do this? I quit. I won't!!]

There was no usual doppelganger Jung Yu-ri. There was just a kid playing hardball. Kang Yun listened quietly. Soon after, she continued.

[My legs hurt so much. Your sisters won't help you...]

"Did you make it to the lodge?"

[Yes, one last time. With the director and Comet sister...]

Kang Yun smiled a little because the words didn't fit back and forth.

[What does bicycle have to do with dancing? My calf is full of eggs... I don't know how to get rid of this.]

"What day is it today?"

Three days.]

Kang Yun looked at the calendar and smiled.

"When you get to Hanam, you'll know why you had to go."

[I don't know. You know, your sisters have a lot of insults about you.

"Of course. We'll talk when we get the rest. Bye."

[Eh, eh?]

Kang Yoon hung up the phone and opened his mouth.

"It seems urgent... but sometimes it's necessary."

The next day.

Kang Yoon was just about to start working on the newspaper, but his secretary came in.

"Chairman, I have a call from Pinestock. He wants to make an appointment with investors who have invested in Itzheimer's."

"Make it dinner tonight. Please take it somewhere close to here. There are Chinese people in the house. Please take me to a place with a lot of menus."

"I understand."

The secretary bows his head and goes out.

After finishing the work rate, Kang Yoon headed to a limited time home booked with his door secretary. It was 10 minutes before the appointment. I went inside with a staff member, and Ha-seyeon and Representative Jeong Taek arrived first.

"Ms. Ha, Mr. Jeong."

"Chairman."

I did not like the look on the faces of the two people looking at Kang Yun. It was a disgrace to the world as a result. A moment passed as I sat face to face. Kang Yoon said.

"As a condition of your investment… I'm sorry."

"I apologize for not telling you this in advance."

Ha-seyeon's boss bowed his head. Kang Yun nodded favorably.

"I understand that this is a beneficial outcome for Finestock."

"If you think so, thank you."

Since then, there has been no conversation. In short, it meant a lot. The two of them were intuitive. That it's not going to go well.

At the promised time, the door opened and two men in suits entered. They were the investors in the bowtie. One was tall and the other had sharp eyes. We greeted each other briefly and sat down.

Starting with the appetizer, the main dishes started coming out. The conversation also began to move on from the current situation. Opening the gates was a full-bodied investor.

[Other sound recording sites are said to take 40% of the profits generated by sound recordings. But Itzwein only takes 30 percent. It's also a great service to offer. This glow has to diminish significantly… I'd like to know why.]

Kang Yoon put down his chopsticks and replied.

[The goal of Itzheimer's was to activate flexible markets. because the mayor has to make music and benefit the people who sing it. If the distributor continues to benefit more than the people who write the songs themselves, who will want to write the songs?]

An investor with razor-blind eyes said.

[Have you thought about the cost of investment in distribution? We also know that sound services are exclusive to a number of companies. Wouldn't it be better if we didn't have the means to listen to people without going through here... and then we could align ourselves with the sound recorders?]

Kang Yoon's eyebrows twitched.

[That might bring you a lot of profit. But in the long run, the singer ecosystem will collapse. A variety of music...]

[Dongsoo.]

The investor with the razor-eyed eye said low.

[I think entrepreneurs should talk about businesses. We're going to call a board of directors. We propose to increase the distributor rate by 30% to 40%.]

Kang Yoon emptied his glass all at once. My mind flashed with the feeling of burning throat.

[In that case, we will use 50% stake to decline.]

A spark started between Kang Yun and the investors. A big investor made a buy.

[Dong Wook, think about it. Itzwein is a promising company. Just a little change...]

[This is an uncompromising problem.]

Investors used to threaten or grow old with Kang Yun, but it was a floating point. The long snow rolls back and forth, but the parallel lines only get longer.

Eventually, investors woke up tired.

[... if you'll excuse me.]

Kang Yun was about to wake up for a moment thinking about cigarettes, but the representative caught him.

"Hey, Chairman."

"Do you have something to say?"

"I'm sure they know. Thirty percent of distributors are at the heart of Itzheimer's... and I think that's what you're trying to figure out."

That was reasonable. Kang Yun also nodded.

Soon investors entered. There was a strong tobacco scent. An investor who opened his eyes followed Kang Yoon on the drink.

[Comrade Dong, I think I overstepped my request for 40 percent. The essence of Itzheimer's cannot collapse.]

Kang Yun quietly poured liquor into investors' glasses. Just a moment, a large investor stands up.

[formally proposed. Please reduce the workforce by 40%.]

Kang Yoon put down his cup roughly.

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