Free Web Novel“It’s been a while, Prosecutor General.”
“Welcome, President Kim.”
I met with Yoon Changho, the former Prosecutor General who had stepped down recently.
He looked much more relaxed than he had during his time in office.
After a light meal, we moved on to the main conversation.
“Getting a lot of calls from the political world?”
“Haha, I was actually planning to consult you about that. Both sides are asking me to run in next year’s general election. They’re offering districts where I’d win without a doubt...”
During his time as Prosecutor General, Yoon had handled numerous major cases—many of them involving powerful political corruption. He had been a loyal hunting dog of the regime while also earning public approval by cutting through entrenched rot.
His popularity now was higher than any Prosecutor General before him.
There was no way the two dominant political parties in Korea wouldn’t be fighting to bring him in.
“So, is there a side that draws you in?”
“Wouldn’t the opposition be better for building my weight?”
It seemed Yoon was leaning toward the conservative party.
“You won’t make it to presidential candidate with the conservatives.”
If he was content with just being an assemblyman, then it didn’t matter which party he joined.
Actually, even if he ran as an independent, he’d still get elected easily.
“There’s still a long way until the presidential election. You never know what might happen.”
He sounded somewhat regretful, but I shook my head.
“He’s not going to yield. Even if their party leader got arrested recently, he managed to hold onto power through the Cheongpunghoe scandal. Do you think that kind of man would step aside for you?”
Seong Daegyu, the current leader of the conservative party, was power-hungry to the extreme.
He had formed an alliance with Cheongpunghoe to unite the right and secure a powerful position. Though he lost the presidential election to Kim Hakgwon and seemingly vanished, it was just a façade.
When he passed party leadership to Choi Changgung, Choi got caught up in Kim Hakgwon’s purge of Cheongpunghoe and was arrested despite being the opposition leader.
That’s when Seong moved quickly.
He seized the chaos within the conservatives and was reinstated as party leader, firmly reclaiming the reins.
And now he was supposed to give way to Yoon Changho?
That was never going to happen.
“Hmm...”
Yoon fell into deep thought after hearing my confident reply.
“There’s still a year until the general {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} election. You can raise your value even higher. No need to make a hasty decision.”
After a long pause, Yoon finally spoke.
“You want me to join the Progressive Party? But Kim Hakgwon’s shadow looms too large there. Especially now, after so many people were purged, his influence has only grown.”
The shadow of Cheongpunghoe stretched across both the conservatives and the progressives.
Kim Hakgwon had held the knife—so everyone who survived was dancing to his tune.
Kim Hakgwon’s grip on his party was far stronger than it had been in the original timeline.
“Founding a new party might be worth considering.”
“What? Starting a new party isn’t something just anyone can do. And I’m a political newbie? That’s absurd.”
“Politics is like a living organism. Nothing is surprising once it starts moving. I can cover the funding. The real issue is building a support base... I can assist, but the growth has to come from you.”
In both past and future, new parties had never succeeded. Even the famed “lord of the Chungcheong region” had faded into history.
Plenty of new parties had appeared in the future too, but they all ended up as mere satellite votes for the big two.
That was the reality of Korean politics.
“Still, founding a party is...”
Yoon shook his head, unconvinced.
“The best way to become a presidential candidate is to start a new party and win a meaningful number of seats in the upcoming general election.”
Even with my future knowledge, creating a viable presidential candidate was no easy task.
Since Yoon didn’t exist as a meaningful figure in the original timeline, making him leader of a new party seemed the best path forward.
I didn’t know how much money it would take, but money didn’t matter—what mattered was putting my own man in the Blue House.
“You can decide after watching the outcome of the upcoming by-elections.”
A future that had changed because of me.
Next month, a by-election to elect 48 new assembly members would be held.
Due to the Cheongpunghoe scandal, an unprecedented number of seats had been vacated, making it almost a mini general election. All eyes were on it.
Parties had to scramble to field candidates nationwide, especially in the Seoul metropolitan area, and were fighting tooth and nail to win every seat they could.
If the ruling party won, Kim Hakgwon’s power would grow. If the opposition won, Seong Daegyu’s influence would surge.
“And what, I’m supposed to just sit around until then?”
“Of course not. You’ll lose relevance if you go quiet. Give lectures at universities, at the very least.”
“Hah...”
“Or get on TV. The key is to keep your face visible. Even if I push articles about you through the papers, it’s best to keep triggering impactful events.”
“Alright. I’ll think about it.”
He lifted his teacup, and our conversation paused for a moment.
“But hey, what’s going on with Hyeonhwa Group lately? It’s all over the place. I’ve been hearing your name pop up too. Didn’t you hate being in the spotlight?”
Naturally, the topic shifted to the clash between me and Hyeonhwa Group.
“Haha, it just kind of ended up that way.”
“You’re not the type to act without reason. What’s going on?”
“Let’s just call it a personal grudge.”
“Hah...”
Yoon, who probably understood better than anyone how I handled my grudges, shook his head.
“So that’s why Chairman Kim’s been calling everyone under the sun. I hear he’s been meeting with the prosecution and even the tax office. Are you alright?”
Despite his words, his expression wasn’t one of concern.
If anything, he looked entertained.
“Well... even if they dig into me, they won’t find anything. I paid all the taxes on everything my grandfather passed down. Nothing will stick.”
“The prosecutors probably won’t touch you either. They saw what happened to the Seoul Central District Prosecutor last time. Your friends are still in the prosecution, and I’ve still got plenty of people there too.”
The new Prosecutor General, appointed after Yoon’s retirement, was basically a puppet of Kim Hakgwon.
But even he couldn’t touch me recklessly.
“This time, I plan to make things difficult in a different way. Once a major shareholder starts opposing you, things get complicated real fast.”
After I acquired over 5% of shares in Hyeonhwa Corp, Dreamhigh, and Mirae, public disclosure followed. Hyeonhwa’s stock price began to fluctuate wildly.
It was no longer a passive investment—I had officially declared my intent to participate in management.
Han Kyungyeong, who had full authority from me, filed for an injunction to inspect the shareholder registry and requested an extraordinary general meeting along with access to the company’s financial statements. The related lawsuits were handed over to the expert team at Yoon & Jang.
“Whatever it is, he must’ve seriously pissed you off. Chairman Kim, rising to the top so young, has always acted like the world owes him something. No fear at all. His father was the same, but he might be even worse.”
“Is that so?”
“He became chairman in his twenties. What could possibly scare him? He’s nearly fifty now, but still charges ahead recklessly. Looks like it’ll be fun to watch. I’ve been bored since retiring, you know.”
“You can look forward to it.”
Yoon and I exchanged sly smiles.
* * *
Crash!
A phone—cord still attached—flew across the room and shattered on the floor.
“Fuck! Everyone’s freaking out over some damn rumor!”
“Chairman...”
The one who threw the phone was none other than Kim Seonghak.
His chief secretary tried to calm him down, but quickly gave up and shrank back. If he said the wrong thing now, he might get hit too.
Panting heavily, Kim Seonghak asked,
“Adding up our friendly shares, what’s the total?”
“So far, we hold 38% of Hyeonhwa Corp. And...”
He raised a hand to cut off the report.
“That’s not a problem, right?”
“Control isn’t an issue. But if they start throwing tantrums, launching any new business is going to be nearly impossible. And with time, new forces might join the fight too.”
“Goddamn it. Can we predict what they’ll try?”
“We’ll try to delay as long as possible, but the courts will likely approve their requests.”
“Clean everything up. No loose ends. Even a tiny flaw and people will have to start packing.”
“Understood.”
“And get proxy forms from the small shareholders. We need to secure at least 50.1%.”
Fearing backlash, the secretary bowed and quickly fled the room.
Pulling out his cell phone, Kim Seonghak made another call.
— Ilseong Group Secretary Office.
“This is Kim Seonghak from Hyeonhwa Group. I’d like to speak with the chairman.”
— Chairman Kim Seonghak from Hyeonhwa Group?
“Yes. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
— Please hold. I’ll report to the chairman.
Normally known for his brash personality, Kim Seonghak had grown even more irritable as pressure mounted.
— Well, if it isn’t Chairman Kim.
A moment later, Chairman Seo Yonggeon of Ilseong picked up cheerfully.
“Long time no see, Chairman Seo.”
— Didn’t we just see each other at the FKI gathering recently? So, what brings you to call?
“It’s about Kim Muhyuk...”
— Kim Muhyuk? Ah, I’ve heard the rumors he’s gunning for Hyeonhwa’s management. But is that really something for you to worry about?
“Haa... It’s not that simple.”
Seo’s flippant attitude was infuriating, but Kim needed him. He swallowed his anger.
— So it’s serious?
“Management isn’t at risk yet, but he’s likely to be a nuisance. I was hoping you could lend a hand.”
— A hand? How?
“Well... I’d like you to purchase some of our shares.”
— What? Shares?
Seo sounded like he’d just heard the most absurd request.
— Business isn’t about friendship. Even if I was close to your father, this is business. There has to be a give and take, right, Chairman Kim? ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
“We’ll become your white knight as well. Let’s exchange shares.”
— We’re doing fine. That’s not enough to cut a deal.
“Then what do you want?”
— Come now. You’re the one in need. Shouldn’t you figure that out and tell me what you’ll offer?
Seo’s patronizing tone made Kim Seonghak curse him internally.
“Please, just this once. I’ll never forget the favor. You don’t have fond memories of Chairman Cheon from Myeongdong either, do you?”
— Haha. I don’t know where you’re getting your info, but I’ve got nothing against Cheon. If I did, would I still be sheltering people from the Cheon family?
Kim’s face twisted.
But the words out of his mouth were polite.
“I’ll give you whatever you want. Just help me this one time.”
— Whatever I want?
“Yes, Chairman Seo. You know who I am. I keep my promises.”
— Are you sure? I’m not going to ask for something easy.
“If I don’t crush him at the upcoming shareholders’ meeting, there might be defections. Please help me.”
— Alright. What do you need me to do?
“Take the Hyeonhwa shares held by our affiliates and delegate the voting rights to me. Can you also introduce me to someone at the tax office or prosecution? The people I know are all laying low.”
— Isn’t that risky? What about circular shareholding violations?
“I’ll make sure it’s within safe limits. I need funds to acquire more shares from the market.”
He planned to sell affiliate-held shares to Ilseong, then use that money to repurchase shares in his own name—classic chaebol behavior: sacrificing the company for personal gain.
— Fine. But don’t expect much help from the prosecutors. Our side can’t move either—Kim Muhyuk shook things up pretty badly a while ago.
“So the rumors are true?”
— Probably exaggerated, but I’d say half of it is accurate. Still, I’ll do what I can.
“Thank you, Chairman Seo. I won’t forget this.”
As he hung up, Kim Seonghak’s face was filled with humiliation.
“Damn it. Begging that old bastard Seo... What the hell is Kim Muhyuk? Why’s everyone so scared of him?”
A strange sense of dread coiled around his throat.
* * *
“We’re going into Hyeonhwa Group headquarters tomorrow.”
I nodded at Han Kyungyeong’s words.
“Bring in the experts. Dig into the financials and check the shareholder registry—especially those with large holdings.”
We had to lock down as many friendly shares as possible.
“We’ve got 23%, and Chairman Kim has 38%, right?”
“Yeah, but no one’s selling. It’s locked up tight. People know this won’t be over in a day or two.”
Hyeonhwa’s shares were drying up.
That evening, news broke that Hyeonhwa Chemical had sold its 5.3% stake in Hyeonhwa Corp to Ilseong Electronics.
It was an over-the-counter deal.
Ilseong claimed it was a simple synergy-driven investment—but no one believed that.
‘Things are getting messy.’
