She asks it as though it were a joke, but her voice is shaking already.

A trillion? R— really?

Ordinarily Jang Jiyu is cynical about everything under the sun.

And a girl like that was startled for real.

Her dad, Sindo Group’s chairman, does not hold cash on the trillion scale either.

The value of the shares runs to several trillion, but it is not cash.

Judging by Ha Tae-ung’s manner of speaking, a holding in cash is certain.

Don’t tell me — coin??

It is entirely possible.

There have been people before now who put in a few million won and printed a return in the trillions.

Kang Junu has been investing in coin since a little while ago as well.

He heard the investment information from Ha Tae-ung and burned the billion won he was holding on it.

That’s it! Coin!

At present it is a falling market.

She is a third-year high school pupil, but Jang Jiyu checks the economic news and the issues every day.

It is a natural routine for the eldest daughter of a group house.

Her dad urges her too to be sure to keep up with the way the world turns, and the news.

In her feelings she hates her dad, but there are many of his teachings she has to accept.

Ha Tae-ung, looking at them all and grinning slowly.

“L— lies!!”

Lee Jeongjun stammered in his confusion.

His mother Ju Miju’s pure cash assets are in the several hundred billions too.

And a Ha Tae-ung cast out by the group and not acknowledged by the house has a trillion?

Where do you think you’re telling that lie!

It is nonsense that makes no sense.

A chaebol grandson makes the newspapers on being a shareholder at the hundred billion mark alone.

And a trillion?

It looks as though he thought a lie would take because they are pupils who know nothing.

Glaring at Ha Tae-ung, Lee Jeongjun adjusted his glasses.

Lee Jeongjun, who has taken an absolute humiliation once already, was certain Ha Tae-ung was lying.

“Prove it.”

Steadying an excited, racing heart, he threw down the one card that cannot be avoided.

If everybody confirms it directly, it is finished.

“How cute.”

Ha Tae-ung gave a snort.

“Open it up!!”

Lee Jeongjun, full of certainty, shouted.

All those watching agreed with their eyes.

If Ha Tae-ung really is a trillion-won rich man, nobody here will dare work their mouth.

Kang Junu’s position is the same.

Still more, Jang Jiyu would be in a position where she has to call an older Ha Tae-ung oppa.

“Haa.”

Ha Tae-ung let out a short sigh.

“Junu-ya.”

“Yeah~ Tae-ung-a.”

“Is there really any need for me to be part of this society?”

“Look at my face and bear it. You don’t have to prove anything. Everybody knows you’re Chairman Ha Cheolgon’s grandson. That alone already makes you qualified.”

Kang Junu came forward to put the fire out.

Every member is making no secret of their hostility to Ha Tae-ung.

A mood at this level can be put out by the president’s authority.

“I recognise the admission.”

Jang Jiyu said it, raising her right arm.

She liked Ha Tae-ung.

A charity case who speaks in front of members from houses that count without losing his force.

Say what you like, his face is good-looking.

She is not somebody who falls for a face alone, but there is nothing bad about a new member being handsome.

He’ll get full value out of that face.

Jang Jiyu’s instinct went off.

Ha Tae-ung’s looks are not a face commonly to be seen in the modelling world or in entertainment.

He is tall, and the proportions are good besides.

He seems lean, and unexpectedly he looks solid with it.

The decisive thing is the strong and at the same time quiet male scent Ha Tae-ung gives off.

In a space that amounts to an enemy camp he is extremely at ease.

The society’s present master, Kang Junu, has the air of a man being pushed back.

Coldly judged, Ha Tae-ung suited the president’s chair better.

He is different from a Kang Junu who took the president’s chair on his mother’s connections.

Kang Junu, you…… what are you thinking?

Kang Junu, who in fact designed the board as it now stands.

Jang Jiyu sensed something.

Kang Junu is a man with extremely strong pride.

Not being Ilseong’s direct line, he is mocked behind his back as a knockoff Ilseong.

And a Kang Junu like that picked Ha Tae-ung himself.

For it to be believed a pure friendship, the process is highly suspicious.

“Is everybody in favour?”

Lee Jeongjun, not giving up, asks the remaining Management Studies Society members.

“…….”

But every one of them shut their mouths.

Pupils who, year group aside, are attending as representatives of their several groups.

Even in this narrow space, politics unfolded according to the ranking of the business world’s groups.

“I……am in favour.”

It was Lee Hyoju, Lee Jeongjun’s relation.

If the house learns of it they will call it betrayal, but it is a relationship that is not good in any case.

“Lee Hyoju!!”

Her cousin Lee Jeongho, who had been watching in silence, raised his voice at Lee Hyoju.

Has she lost her mind!!

Lee Hyoju has abandoned a person of the house.

They had certainly agreed to push Lee Jeongjun as the next president of the Management Studies Society.

And a Lee Hyoju who knows that has betrayed it.

“It’s my own mind.”

Lee Hyoju hit back without so much as twitching an eyebrow.

Lee Jeongho and Lee Jeongjun are future competitors who will have to fight over a seat.

Lee Hyoju gladly raised Ha Tae-ung’s hand.

“I……if it’s confirmed…… am in favour.”

“Same for me. If he shows the account, I’ll be in favour.”

“Me too…….”

Heh heh. It’s finished.

Lee Jeongjun was certain of victory.

However much Ha Tae-ung puts on airs, he cannot open up assets that are not there.

“I’m in favour too if he verifies the account.”

Lee Jeongjun drove the wedge in.

Every member’s gaze turned toward Ha Tae-ung.

The look in their eyes was certain of the impossibility.

The president Kang Junu is putting his weight behind it, but the Management Studies Society members’ opinion cannot be disregarded either.

The Management Studies Society’s history does not end with the present generation.

They keep a meeting going with the past presidents who have graduated as well.

That is the core of it!

If a sitting president wields the whole authority, the Management Studies Society sunbaes who have graduated will sanction him for it.

For a boy who has his own future as a manager to think of, it is not a thing to risk.

“…….”

Kang Junu chose silence.

He had foreseen resistance to some degree, but he had not known it would come this strongly.

Had he been of the direct bloodline of the Ilseong chairman on his mother’s side, it is a thing that could absolutely never have happened.

Today Kang Junu felt the limit of an Ilseong Group maternal relation on his own body.

On that point Jang Jiyu is the same.

She is Sindo Group’s eldest daughter, but it has been a long time since the rumour went round that her relations with her father are distant.

Her school life she carries on like a princess, but after she goes home…….

The Management Studies Society office, on which silence settled as though by agreement.

“If you want it.”

Ha Tae-ung grins slowly.

And.

“Only there is a condition.”

“……!!”

“……??”

At Ha Tae-ung’s abrupt declaration the watching members’ faces went white.

Th— it wasn’t a lie?

Lee Jeongjun was thrown just the same.

To state a condition as boldly as that…….

“S— say it!”

Lee Jeongjun stammered in a shaking voice.

Once pushed back by force of presence it is finished.

“You lot are the ones I can’t acknowledge.”

“……!!”

“What??”

“And for that reason…….”

(End of Chapter 112)