"The old man is in his dotage……"

Chairman Go Jaeyong's face was badly twisted when the call ended.

Clang!

For all the quiet nature he shows as a rule, he put the phone down hard on the table.

That much, at least, is a good thing.

It has been confirmed that Haryun itself did not move on this.

When the report first came that the three big foreign rating agencies had moved at once, a chill went right down his spine.

Ha Cheolgon!

If that old fox had moved on it himself, the case would be a different one.

Haryun, which is not even in the same weight class as the Dongmyeong Group.

Checking had been the right thing to do.

"……So a babe in arms who does not know his own place has been running wild."

A sneer with killing intent mixed into it came out between Go Jaeyong's lips.

It lifted a weight off him simply to have confirmed that Ha Cheolgon, head of the Haryun Group, had not had a hand in it.

It is like a windpipe, squeezed up to the chin, opening again.

If it is not Ha Cheolgon, that great mountain of the business world, there is nothing much to fear.

Whatever money a greenhorn of barely twenty is running, it is plain enough without looking.

By the look of it he handled some small change on the coin board, pulled in a little blind foreign fund money, and came at them out of the blue.

The real strength of a chaebol group is not decided by a little visible cash.

Affiliates grown faithfully over decades.

Connections beyond counting, reaching into finance and into politics and business.

And on top of that the countless people and the money that move together under the name Dongmyeong.

That is the real power of a chaebol!

"This is Dongmyeong, which has held out for decades."

Go Jaeyong set his teeth hard.

"A greenhorn who cannot even measure the weight of a great company built with the bones worked out of a man. And he dares."

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