The Youngest Son of Sunyang Chapter 2

With a grin, Kim went into the fitting room.

Shortly after that, the old lady’s baby-like voice splitted out of the fitting room.

“Baby, stop tickling.”

The store staffs started to giggle and the secretary raised a blush on her cheeks.

Things were getting more interesting.

The baby-like voice evaporated, and a groan escaped the old lady’s lips.

The fitting room started to tremble, with creaking sounds.

That crazy granny!

It appeared that the old lady and her new toy were having s.e.x.

That explained why she wanted to come to the department store.

Normally, when a new brand was launched, she would have its clothes over to her house and select among them.

She came here today for that thrill.

Having s.e.x with her new toy in public was her fantasy, and she was actualizing it.

d.a.m.n, can’t believe this c.r.a.p I’m hearing.

Sunyang Chaebol.

It accounts for 27% of the stock market, with its annual sales of nearly 400 trillion and operating profit of over 30 trillion.

From cars and electronics to fas.h.i.+on and food, no place is beyond its reach.

Gaining  every commercial supremacy, It has formed a major part of Korean economy.

Sunyang was found by two brothers. They lived in poverty and worked as gold and silversmiths.

In early 1920’s, under the j.a.panese Rule, Sun-cheol and Yang-cheol were born and supported their family, working at a jewelry store run by a j.a.panese.

Dexterous Sun-cheol and nimble Yang-cheol were a perfect duo.

They made money in such a way that Sun-cheol siphoned off a small amount of gold while Yang-cheol sold it.

Korea was liberated from j.a.pan when they were on the search for land to farm.

If they bought land before the liberation, they would probably have ended up living as farmers, and Sunyang would not have been born.

j.a.panese left their property behind and the Korean government sold it to Korean people. Houses were popular among them.

But Yang-cheol bought a granar. Plenty of rice had been stored in it.

There was no the total stock record of the rice, as the people had stormed the granary and stolen the rice, and j.a.panese had burnt the books before they left.

Yang-cheol was after the rice.

Before the Korean government figured out the amount of the stock, the duo had sold the rice and earned their fortune. And then they bought houses and businesses.

It created a matrix of Sunyang.

Since then, cooperating with the American government, quick-witted Yang-cheol monopolized sugar production while Sun-cheol built up technical skills.

Because of the perfect duo, Sunyang grew dramatically. But there was no way that the two brothers would share power. They started to vie for power.

Yang-cheol, who was in charge of accounting, plotted to put Sun-cheol in jail. He rigged Sunyang’s statement of accounts, and Sun-cheol was entrapped and dragged to prison for illegally acc.u.mulating wealth.

As the result, the fight for power ended, and Yang-cheol became the chairman of Sunyang.

Bearing a grudge, Sun-cheol faced life in prison. His children was estranged and forgotten.

Yang-cheol made Sunyang one of the nation’s leading chaebols, died at 78.

He had 3 sons,1daughter and 12 grandchildren. His eldest son, Young-ki (now 76 years old) inherited Sunyang.

The eldest son of Young-ki, Young-jun (50) is the vice-chairman. I’m one of his seven chief secretaries.

Although the position seems high, my primary duty is to clean up his mess.

It seems not to differ much from a servant but over 70,000 slaves are vying for my position. And they could be laid off at anytime while I could get promoted to a butler.

And I will be a butler.

Even though I graduated from a university in a small town, at a contest Sunyang hosted my presentation of manpower had attracted attention.

When I got an acceptance letter from Sunyang, my father called relatives together and threw a party.

He must have expected that I would work at a small company in the town.

He threw a party again when I had been appointed to the future strategies HQ that plays the control tower of Sunyang.

“Sunyang knows who is a talented person, ha!” my drunken father would not stop boasting about his son.

But I realized on my first day, why a graduate from a university in a small town had been selected. They needed someone to clean up their messes and do things some very-learned people probably could not endure.

My first task a.s.signed was…

“Plow out weeds!”

Well, it was a gardener for the chairman’s house.

The gardener kept nagging, including me, three new recruits. We plucked out weeds clad in suits that a little while later became drenched in sweat.

The two couldn’t last half a year after all, but I bit the bullet. I did everything until I could work on a decent task.

When on my desk laid a pile of paperwork, the way other people treated me changed.

The look they had had went from mockery to wary as I had the privilege of frequenting the chairman’s house.

Everyone in the house would know my name, Yun Hyun-woo. Also the more my name was called  the better I came to know the chaebol family’s true characters.

I had the t.i.tle ‘Chief Secretary’ by my name in 8 years, and now, 4 years later, I could sit side by side with the vice-chairman over soju.

40 years old now, so then rising to the rank of butler within 10 years was not an absurd dream.

And…

At last, there came a day when I realized I would be nominated for butler.

“Pack for a business trip,” vice-chairman said.

“To where, sir?”

“Moldova.” he said.

It was because of off-the-books money.

“Move the money to your account.”

“To my account, sir?” I said, taken aback.

As far as I knew, it was more than 1 trillion. That amount in my name?

“I can’t trust my wife, but you. You are the one I can entrust with the money,” he said.

He stared at me, with a smile.

“What? Will you abscond with the money?”

“Oh no, no way, sir.”

“Anyhow, once the prosecution investigation ends after it is determined that the money is missing, transfer the money back to my account,” he went on,

“Tell your family it is just a business trip, but do not mention Moldova, you already know that, right?”

“Of course, sir.” I answered.

As I stepped out of his office, the Ferrari lady handed me an envelope.

“It contains everything you need for the trip. Wish I could go to Moldova,” she said.

“Will you come with me? Whenever you are ready...”

“Ha, nope, unless you have a private jet,”

Oh yeah, she would always fly on a private jet with vice-chairman.

Get real, hyun-woo.

Next day, I boarded Korean Air and set off for Moldova.