The Youngest Son of Sunyang

“Bette, how do black market deals usually go down? ”

“Once we've reviewed the work and confirmed it's authentic, we'll pay the seller what they want. Bank transfer for large amounts, otherwise cash. ”

“Contract?”

She snorted because my question was stupid.

“It's literally a black market. There can't be a contract. ”

I thought about the way my grandmother deals.

She's a forger and a smuggler. We don't know if we're going to create or store another forgery, but smuggling the painting here in New York will be inevitable.

Bette Porter opened her eyes wide as she looked at the day she was lost in thought.

“Do you think the circular gallery will trade like a black market? ”

“Yes. And they'll do anything for you. ”

“No way! Why would you do that in a place like a cruise gallery...? I understand the non-disclosure and confidentiality of the contract, but there's no reason to make the deal illegal. ”

How can a woman who has lived in a house without this kind of abdominal war think only of art all her life?

“Bette, if you're curious, don't be curious where you don't need to be. All you have to do is think about what you're getting out of this deal. $3 million in funding every year. And maybe even a masterpiece that will be on display forever. I don't want you to miss this out on your curiosity, do I? ”

Bette Porter smiles and says, but realizes it's a serious warning, and shuts up with a stiff face.

“Here are the terms we're going to propose. We'll give them the time they need to do their job. The only thing that you can give up even money for, but never back down, is the contract. ”

“But I don't think that's going to be possible right now. ”

“If there are no contracts, there are no trades. In addition, the contract must be signed by the director of the cruise gallery, and not by the official gallery director, but by the handwriting of the actual owner. ”

“Real owner? Who is it?”

“Director of Sunyang Art Foundation. ”

She'll want to wrap her head around it. Requesting the Foundation Chairman's handwriting for illegal transactions means we don't make deals.

I put my hands up and covered her mouth before she could say anything.

“We do. 600 million dollars in one deal. The director of the Sunyang Foundation is not the one who misses this opportunity. ”

“Do you know anyone? Oh, family...? ”

“I said, No unnecessary curiosity. ”

She cautiously closes her mouth again.

“Here's a tip: I am well aware that Asian companies, especially Japanese and Korean companies, do not have the authority of their representatives. You must confirm that it is the Chief Executive's decision. Of course, the contract will be kept strictly confidential and never disclosed. The terms of the non-disclosure of the contents of the contract may be stated in the contract. They'll take it from there. ”

“What if I refuse? ”

“Crucify me that there is no deal. Don't push it. You'll get the contract. ”

My grandmother and I, the vibrator vice chairman, have no idea that we have pledged the co-voting rights, and will throw all the money we have into the Crucible to raise some more shares.

But it's hard to imagine spending 600 billion dollars. I would hate to, but I will definitely write down three names on the contract with a pen.

* * *

“63,000. ”

“600 million dollars. This is a cold assessment. Leave it with Cristina Soderby to get more. I'm sure we can get more than 63,000. But the auction house is worth 600 million dollars more than that. ”

The Song Secretary could see Bette Porter's proud expression and feel that her judgment was not wrong.

“Excuse me for a moment. It's hard for me to decide... It looks like you need approval. ”

“Whatever.”

Beth Porter smiled bitterly as she watched her Song secretary rush out of her phone. Jindo Jun's words were not wrong by a single measure. I have flown to the far reaches of the United States, but I have no decision.

Her common sense was hard to understand. If you don't have the right to make a decision, you don't have to come on business trips. Even if you're not in charge, isn't it common sense to meet and negotiate when you're delegated and responsible for everything?

When I thought of this, the song secretary went out and came back smiling.

“Very well, 600 million dollars. ”

Bette Porter could hardly bear to laugh because of the man's attitude to speak as if it were his own decision.

“Thank you for making the hard decision. Are we done here? ”

“What? What do you mean...? ”

“Well, I feel like I have to go through a lot of hard times to close the deal. ”

Beth Porter took a breath and said to her secretary.

“The last time Mr. Song said this, I'm guessing it's not a normal deal, so let me start with the terms of the deal. At least I have a much longer career on this side of the floor. ”

She said, thinking about Jindo Jun's thoughts and words.

“The money for the artwork will be transferred from there to the account of your choice. I'd like to send 10% in advance and get my work from the gallery's head office. Of course, we have to go through the emotions of our experts, right? We'll send you the rest right away when we know you're genuine. It's a secret transaction, of course. What do you think?”

The Song Secretary's face lit up.

“You're quick on your feet. It's the way we want it to be. ”

“You did what you wanted, so I trust you'll agree to the very few conditions I want. ”

“Go ahead.”

“What I just said is, should I make a contract? Payment Method, Delivery Timing…. ”

“System, contract…? ”

“I'm not done yet. ”

Her voice is decisive, and her song secretary shuts up.

“Finally, I want you to sign the contract. This uncertain trade of secrets requires confirmation of the owner of the artwork. ”

“The owner of the artwork is the owner of... ”

“No, I mean the real owner. Mr. Song on the phone just now. Madam Lee, Director of Sunyang Art Foundation. ”

The Song secretary couldn't think of anything to say, so she just gazed at me.

“Of course, I'll get my own autograph. If Madame Lee is having a hard time coming to New York, our people will go to Korea. ”

“It's hard, no, it's impossible. ”

I barely opened my mouth, but Bette Porter said with a quiet smile.

“We're sending 600 million dollars to an untraceable account. I don't think I'm asking too much. And I accepted all of your demands. If I can't sign these basic contracts, what am I supposed to believe? ”

“Oh, no... I mean... ”

Bette Porter shakes her hand briefly and hangs up his words.

“With all due respect, don't you have a say in Mr. Song? Why don't we call her again and get her approved? By the way, please tell him that. If you don't accept my terms, I'll take this transaction as a no-show. ”

The song secretary, whose complexion turned black to dirt, took out his phone again and went out.

* * *

“Really? Are you crazy? You're trying to get Grandma! ”

“What else do you say so harshly? ”

"As soon as I sign the contract, smuggling, a nominal account... No, if I get 600 million dollars, I'm sure it's an overseas account, so it's a violation of the Forex Administration Act. The last time you robbed the foundation, it was an embezzlement. At this rate, you won't be able to get gas. No matter how good a lawyer is, it's five years. ”

After enjoying another vacation in New York, Oh Se-hyun put out his tongue after hearing everything.

“Don't you think you should be forced to retire? ”

“Forced retirement.... ”

Oh Se-hyun was still suspicious.

“But, Joon. ”

“Yes.”

“It's hard to find stock if you have it next to you. What if your grandmother wants to burn this bitch down? You can move the stock difference in your cell. ”

Oh Se-hyun doesn't know my family very well yet.

“Uncle.”

“Yes.”

“My grandmother, she can't stand an interrogation room, not even a cell. He's lived for over thirty years without a finger. Would you sit in an interrogation room chair if you weren't in a multi-million dollar barcelona chair? ”

“But... do you really want to sign a contract? Your family members don't sign anything but greetings so they don't take responsibility. ”

“600 million dollars. This amount will be a great temptation for someone who needs money. You sell all those 30 expensive paintings at once. It'll take years to sell them safely one by one, but I can't say no. ”

My guess won't be wrong. If you don't want to sign it yourself, you'll have to do something else. Plan B is a rough way to go, but what do you say? It will also be fun to show an ignorant grandchild to a pretending to be noble grandmother.

* * *

“You're doing a good job. ”

“There's a rumor going around that she's a talented woman. He tried to be the head of the New York Arts Center, but he had a small gallery that he didn't want to get caught up in tradition and customs. ”

“Why should I listen to that woman's famous story? ”

“I'm sorry. ”

The man who reported to Lady Lee Pil-ok choked her head in haste.

“Pretending you're a painter's bitch anyway. The gallery is just a live feed. $600 million for a gallery whose purpose is an exhibition that you can't even bet on? ”

Ms. Lee was sure. It's a collection of American symbols.

“The individual buys all of our paintings. She's going to make a fortune trying to get her hands on a big relay fee with this deal. Losing credit to a rich sponsor ends up making money. The director of the New York Arts Center kicked his ass because he couldn't make this kind of money. ”

It was Lady Lee Pil-ok who believed that her talent and recognition rejected the honorable position solely because of money.

The man shrugs his head and opens his mouth cautiously, looking at her.

“What do I do? Should I call the wizard of Insadong and tell him what to do? ”

“Never mind. When are you going to score 30 points? It's not even gonna end this year. Call Young-gi and tell him to prepare for the century. It's been a long time since I've had an air storm in New York. ”

“Yes, sir. This time too...? ”

“Yes. Tell Song's secretary to have dinner with the New York consulate. I need their help. I need to say something. ”

“Very well, I'll have your New York apartment cleaned up. ”

“No, you don't have to. I want to stay in a hotel this time. ”

“Yes, sir. ”

As the man went out, Ms. Lee put on magnifying glasses, opened the notebook, and looked at the subtle contents and heard the handset.

You hear a polite voice beyond the handset, and you say it in a fast voice that is not old.

“Cruise Electronics, Cruise Heavy Industries, Cruise Life……. ”

She kept saying the name of the circular company for a while and covered her notebook and took off her glasses.

“Keep track of stock quotes and market volumes. Find out which agencies are available for mass trafficking. ”

After finishing the call, she felt her heart beating for a long time, thinking of stocks that could be bought for 600 million dollars.