The Youngest Son of Sunyang

Chapter 86 Bad Guy, Wicked Guy 3

"Isn't this getting interesting? No, is there a major shift happening?"

In Hak-Jae's mind, the tasks Chairman Jin had recently assigned were dancing wildly.

Especially the recent task of handing over the Medical Foundation and the Manpower Development Institute to his youngest son, Jin Yoon-gi, came to mind.

Perhaps this inheritance wasn't for his son but for his grandson. But it raised questions.

It wasn't a subsidiary making significant profits, nor a place with stocks that could be controlled by the group. Why this particular move? What was the reason?

"It's fortunate. Having a powerful ally like Miracle, with strong financial resources, should be beneficial for Chairman Jin. This crisis might turn into an opportunity."

Hak-Jae refocused on the immediate matter, ignoring the chatter from people who liked to talk unnecessarily.

"We need to find out how much of Dae-ah's shares we can secure and learn about Miracle's current liquid assets."

Hak-Jae placed a few documents in front of Chairman Jin.

"These are the current Dae-ah Construction shareholders. President Kang's family holds 23%, executives hold 7%, trading banks hold 20%, various institutions and major investors hold 35%, and individual investors hold 10%. Miracle has already secured 5%."

"The 10% in the market should be easily obtainable, right?"

"Yes. It's just that all the sell orders are piling up, as everyone's trying to salvage whatever they can before the company goes bankrupt."

Chairman Jin looked around at the people in his office and said, "How about it? Time to do some financial wizardry, don't you think? Snatch up those individual investors' shares when they panic, and then sell them for a good profit after things stabilize."

This would help secure control of the company and also provide additional income. The people gathered in the office had to contain their excitement.

"Once Miracle secures the stocks, the banks and institutions will likely be friendly... All that's left is President Kang's family shares."

When President Hong cautiously spoke, Chairman Jin chuckled.

"That's what Miracle will handle. We'll provide support from the sidelines, and you guys will go and take over Dae-ah Construction. Hehe."

Hak-Jae, the Director, found it quite intriguing to watch who the real owner of Dae-ah was.

"Just exposing everything and hoping for leniency is the best approach in this situation, you know?"

"..."

President Kang, in the West District Prosecutors' Office interrogation room, had to endure the contemptuous gaze of the blue prosecutor.

"Our prosecutors... they are poor souls, overworked, and suffering from overtime. I heard the documents you brought from your company weigh as much as two trucks. How do you expect us to go through all that? What a waste of taxpayer money."

"This is an unfair planned investigation. It's a conspiracy by rival companies waiting for our company to go under."

"A conspiracy? What nonsense! You've even left evidence of your approval here! Besides, if we just let it go, will your company collapse? Who would be your competitor? Come on, this isn't even funny. Haha."

President Kang didn't even bother looking at the prosecutor throwing documents around. After all, wasn't the content related to his own approvals?

"I don't remember. I have no recollection of approving that."

The prosecutor, who was interrogating, sighed once and then started staring at President Kang with an intense look.

When he spoke again, he didn't use formal language anymore.

"You don't remember? Then let me jog your memory."

"What... what is this? How dare you!"

The prosecutor, who didn't seem like much of an adult, was swearing and taunting, making President Kang's face contort.

As the chair tipped over due to the violent kicks, President Kang had no choice but to get up.

At that moment, the prosecutor holding the document files grabbed President Kang's head and forcefully scratched it..

"You little punk! What are you doing right now? Using physical force? Call the head prosecutor! You bastard!"

President Kang shouted in humiliation, but it only fueled the fire.

"The head prosecutor? You want to meet the head prosecutor? Sure, I'll let you meet him. But before that, since I'm going to be disciplined as a prosecutor who used physical force, I'll make sure to make it worth it. If I don't break one of your legs today, consider me not taking revenge. Get ready for it, you little punk."

When President Kang was enduring all kinds of misery, there were prosecutors who tried to persuade him with sweet words.

"Even if you're an executive, you're still a salaryman, right? Why throw yourself into a pit like this?"

"Prosecutor, I really have no knowledge of this."

"Oh, come on, sir. Your approval stamp was clearly used, and you claim to know nothing? And listen carefully to me. Nowadays, we're short on dollars, and the country is in trouble. But you embezzled foreign currency because the exchange rate went up? This isn't just embezzlement; it's a violation of the Foreign Exchange Management Act. You're practically selling out the country. Should I give you the maximum sentence? Otherwise, you might get beaten to death by the citizens, you know."

Whether it was intimidation, coercion, or persuasion, it was hard to distinguish, but when President Kang hesitated, the prosecutor's expression changed completely.

"You played with the money when you touched it, and you had some fun when you fabricated the documents for the foreign exchange, didn't you? Should I strip you of all of it and impose a hefty fine? Forget about the money you saved and turn you into a beggar? Huh!"

"Um, Prosecutor, that's not..."

Furthermore, many subordinates, who had simply followed orders and had absolutely no guilt, revealed everything they knew in order to prove their innocence.

"Prosecutor, I'm in charge of importing high-end interior materials. I have all the import item details written down. Here, take all the import documents. Only a few samples have been imported. As you know, our Dae-ah specializes in plants and large buildings. The apartments we built are just a few complexes for regular people. Why would we use such imported interior materials?"

"Don't they use them in office buildings? There are a lot of luxury buildings these days."

"They only use them in the lobby. And each floor is just sold as an empty shell. Isn't it up to the tenants to do the interior work themselves?"

"What about foreign remittances? Your resident registration copy is attached to the bank documents."

"Prosecutor, so does the president personally handle bank transfers? Isn't it natural for a low-level employee like me to create documents?"

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