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From Bush’s words, I felt a strange sense of déjà vu.

Bush was known for not getting along with Wall Street, yet he said us? Even if it was only a rumor, its source had been reliable enough that it couldn’t have been false.

But if Bush and the European powers that controlled Wall Street were part of the same faction? My head suddenly became tangled with thoughts.

Breaking the heavy silence first, I asked him,

“Did you say this was a warning?”

“Yes, a warning. And advice as well. Do not go against our will.”

“‘Our’... You don’t mean Wall Street, do you? Are you by any chance tied to the European aristocratic circle?”

“European aristocratic circle?”

As if hearing it for the first time, confusion flickered across Bush’s face. But only for a moment.

“Are you talking about Valtice? Surprising that you know about that group. Well, if you’re friends with Putin, it makes sense.”

I knew that the force checking me was a European aristocratic union, but this was the first I heard that it had the name Valtice.

Bush, who had first shown surprise at my question, suddenly laughed loudly.

“Haha, don’t compare me to those ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) outdated, pathetic scraps of aristocrats. That’s insulting.”

After laughing for quite a while, he suddenly erased the smile and spoke with a hardened face. His tone was openly hostile.

‘Pathetic scraps of aristocrats?’

Bush was so confident that he could call the forces moving the global economy pathetic.

“Of course, I know they’ve held America’s economy in their grip. And I also know they were watching Dreamhigh’s moves after you struck them a heavy blow. But now that I’ve been elected president, I will not let them freely manipulate America’s economy anymore. The same goes for you, Charlie.”

But unlike Bush’s grand ambitions, their capital had already dug too deep into America.

The majority shareholders of the FED were Jewish financiers, and behind those banks stood the European aristocrats.

Instead of pointing that out, I threw another question.

“Then who exactly are we? Surely you don’t mean the Republican Party?”

“Of course I do. And I also mean all Americans defending democracy from barbarians.”

Bush was talking about the philosophy of neoconservatism, founded on the ideas of Leo Strauss. As I guessed, he was indeed one of the Neocons.

The faction that led Bush’s government with American supremacy, believing that might was justice and seeking to make America rise as the world’s hegemon through military power.

“I have never once acted against your actions. Not once have I harmed American interests. On the contrary, when America’s economy was in danger, I was the first to step up to help.”

After Russia’s default declaration, I had used Dreamhigh’s capital to stabilize Wall Street’s chaos and aid the U.S. government.

And as Eric had said when threatening Rumsfeld, Black Bear had often carried out missions together with the U.S. military.

Yet even so, I was being warned like this.

“Yes, not yet. So, Charlie, just do business. Don’t keep meddling in politics and trying to achieve something there.”

So this whole grand intimidation was simply to tell me not to get involved in politics?

“I am willing to provide help in investment and business. But that’s as far as it goes. Even today, your first topic was North Korea. That’s not something that should be coming from a businessman’s mouth.”

“I understand well enough. I accept both your warning and advice. Do you have anything else to add?”

It seemed clear now that solving the North Korea issue through this man would be difficult. Sensing the stiffness in my tone, Bush softened his voice.

“Don’t take it too personally. I don’t mean to persecute you. As long as you respect the line, you won’t have any great difficulties doing business in America. By the way, do you have any thoughts of obtaining U.S. citizenship?”

“U.S. citizenship? At the moment, none.”

If I were to take American citizenship, the surveillance would only intensify. My ties to Russia would become even more complicated.

“Say the word anytime. For you, I’d even issue a special citizenship right away.”

But American citizenship no longer held any meaning for me.

“I will only accept the favor.”

“Well, if you say no, I won’t force citizenship on you.”

As I declined again, Bush playfully raised both hands.

“Thank you for the campaign contributions. Thanks to you, I was able to secure a good result. At the beginning of the race, I worried a lot about whether I could even win.”

After warnings and threats had passed between us, Bush finally offered thanks. Feeling as if I had been forced to kneel just to receive gratitude, I shrugged my shoulders.

“Another Democratic administration wouldn’t have been good for me either. In Clinton’s later years, Dreamhigh faced increasing checks.”

“I know. The Democrats are heavily influenced by Valtice.”

“I’d say the Republicans aren’t much different.”

Bush firmly shook his head.

“Haha, unlike those Democrats, we support a free economy. As long as profits are earned fairly, we will impose no restrictions.”

Though he said so, it was obvious they would secretly investigate Dreamhigh, trying to dig up something against us.

After Rubin stepped down from the Treasury, Wall Street and the government had launched a massive pressure campaign on Dreamhigh.

But Dreamhigh had already severed every tie to tax havens, leaving nothing to uncover.

Also, I had contracts with America’s most prestigious accounting firms, maintaining thorough management, so I survived unscathed.

Even if an audit came, I was confident in handling it, having already been investigated once before.

Checking the time on his wristwatch, Bush said,

“It’s time for me to head back to the White House. I’ll invite you to a good seat at the inauguration. I sincerely hope you’ll attend.”

“Understood.”

As if the cold tension had never existed, Bush put on a genial smile and held out his hand.

I shook it twice before letting go. His smile had already disappeared.

When we stepped outside, Han Kyungyeong stood with an awkward smile, having just listened. Eric and Rumsfeld were leading another conversation.

“Let’s go. We’ve already taken up too much of these busy men’s time.”

At my call, Eric and Han Kyungyeong stood up.

“It was a pleasant talk. Let’s meet again.”

Eric and Rumsfeld shook hands, finally closing the meeting.

“Let’s head out together.”

Our limousine slowly pulled away from the building. The air inside was frozen stiff.

My hardened expression, as I sorted through my thoughts, seemed to contribute to the stiff atmosphere.

“Eric, what’s the mood inside the Republican Party?”

Breaking the silence at last, I asked. Eric answered with a question of his own.

“What mood do you mean?”

“On their policy toward the Korean Peninsula and Northeast Asia.”

“Hmm... it’s the same as always. They want to contain Russia and China. Why do you ask?”

When I told him about Bush’s rejection of my U.S.-North Korea peace negotiation proposal, surprise crossed Eric’s face.

“Even if you had offered that to the Democrats, they never would have accepted.”

“The Clinton administration and the Democrats supported inter-Korean talks. They even promised to build light-water reactors in exchange for nuclear freeze.”

“That’s as far as it goes. Both Republicans and Democrats alike want the North and South to keep just enough tension for America to control East Asia’s balance.”

Eric answered firmly. His words carried conviction.

“Is that so? Then there really is no way?”

“...I’ll look into it, Boss. But don’t expect too much.”

“Good. Keep this matter to yourself. Don’t tell anyone.”

Clearly, this wasn’t a problem to be solved easily. With how serious it was, I would need to approach the North Korea issue slowly.

For now, the more pressing concern was the hand behind Eva’s attack.

“I heard the Japanese Cabinet Intelligence and Research Office was involved in the attack.”

“The Cabinet Intelligence and Research Office?”

“Bush said the Prime Minister hadn’t known about it.”

Eric gave a small nod. Being ex-military, he had ties with intelligence figures and knew this field well.

“That’s possible. Even the CIA sometimes acts independently without the president’s approval. If it’s illegal, they report it even less.”

If the Cabinet Intelligence and Research Office had conducted an operation illegally, then the information would have been deliberately cut off.

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“We’re exchanging intelligence closely with the Russians, but it’s difficult to catch the trail.”

It didn’t seem likely we could identify the culprit in such a short time. But waiting idly was not an option.

That meant forcing the Japanese government itself to dig up the culprits.

“You’ll have to step in, Hyung.”

“Me?”

Han Kyungyeong, who had been silently listening, pointed at himself with a puzzled face.

If they moved illegally, then we could crush them from this side within the boundaries of law.

“We need to pressure the Japanese government to bring the culprits forward.”

“In what way?”

“I’ll have to think through the details... but my strongest weapon is money. That’s what I’ll use.”

After a short thought, Han Kyungyeong furrowed his brow and added,

“Even with money, we won’t be able to get Wall Street’s help. Besides, that would go directly against Bush and the Republicans’ will. No matter what, the core of U.S. policy in Northeast Asia is their alliance with Japan.”

The Republicans prioritized the alliance with Japan above all.

That explained why Bush had laughed when I said I wouldn’t leave Japan alone.

“Bush also warned me. Told me to just let this pass quietly. But I don’t intend to. Everyone involved will be crushed.”

“Boss, are you sure about this? Even after Bush personally warned you...?”

Eric’s face showed clear concern as he asked cautiously.

“Of course I’m not talking about terrorism or revenge against Japan. I’ll simply do everything I can within my power.”

My cold reply made Eric fall silent. He seemed to sense the determination in my words.

When we returned to the hotel, I dismissed Eric. I had separate instructions for him.

“Eric, work as closely with the Russians as possible to gather intel.”

“Yes, understood.”

After Eric left, I entered the room with Han Kyungyeong and told him about my conversation with Bush.

“Bush seems to want to move me by his own will.”

After hearing it all, Han Kyungyeong nodded.

“I thought so. Dick Cheney and Rumsfeld ignored me and only spoke with Eric. They must be trying to tame us. The atmosphere is completely different now compared to before his election.”

It was obvious they’d use every method available to pressure both of us.

“They’re the ones who picked the fight first. If it’s a money war they want, then I’ll give it to them. Even if it means every contract Eva holds with Japanese banks turns to waste paper.”

Even I could hear how icy my voice had become.

“You’re really angry, aren’t you? Your eyes say it all.”

“Once you let yourself be taken advantage of, you’ll never stop being dragged around. This time you’ll have to step in directly, Hyung. Eva’s too shaken—so I plan to pull her out of Japan.”

Seeing my cold smile, Han Kyungyeong nodded.

“If that’s what you want.”

Engaging in reckless acts like terrorism would have been foolish.

If the culprits weren’t clearly identified, and if the Japanese government was intentionally blocking information, then I had to make them bring the culprits to me themselves.

“Start with buying Japanese government bonds.”

Even if half my fortune evaporated, I intended to make sure they remembered me clearly this time.

That began my instructions to Han Kyungyeong, laying out step by step what needed to be done.

First, we would buy Japanese government bonds on the market in massive amounts, pushing interest rates higher.

“As soon as we’ve secured enough bonds, we’ll attack the yen. Last time, Wall Street helped. This time, it’ll be entirely our own power. Can you manage it?”

Han Kyungyeong replayed each of my words in his head, recalling Dreamhigh’s position. After a pause, he answered,

“If we’re ready to take losses, we can crash Japan’s economy—maybe not long term, but certainly in the short run. But Dreamhigh’s current capital isn’t enough.”

“Then use every cent Dreamhigh has for bond purchases. And use the Bermuda accounts for the currency attack.”

If Dreamhigh alone wasn’t enough, I could use one of the offshore accounts for the round-robin attack.

“There might also be attacks targeting Dreamhigh itself, so keep the Bermuda accounts for operations in Korea. We’ll head back there together.”

“Okay.”

I had hoped for something useful from meeting Bush, but it had yielded nothing.

Leaving behind that bitter memory, I departed the U.S. and returned to Korea.

When I arrived at the Myeongdong office and was discussing countermeasures, an unexpected visitor arrived.

“Good day, President Kim Muhyuk.”

It was Kimura Shinjiro, the Japanese ambassador to Korea.

The timing was unpleasant—him showing up right as we were about to launch our attack on Japan.

“What brings the Japanese ambassador here?”

“I’ll be direct, since you must already know. Our government had no involvement in Representative Eva’s attack.”

Kimura, who had come to my office, openly tried to wash his hands of it.

“I heard the Cabinet Intelligence and Research Office was involved in the terror. And you’re saying you didn’t know? Surely you don’t expect me to believe that.”

When he saw the hostility in my eyes, the ambassador faltered, his gaze wavering.

But with his mouth, he still insisted on innocence.

“Yes, that’s correct. Our government has no ties to this.”

“Speak sense. Ambassador, listen closely. Either bring me the culprit, or deliver me someone connected to him.”

When I lashed out bluntly, Kimura cleared his throat. I could see his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed dryly in discomfort.

“Khmm... The Japanese police are doing their utmost in the investigation.”

“How can I trust the Japanese police? I want the truth, nothing else.”

I glared at Kimura, brimming with hostility. The suffocating tension pulsed between us.