The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 6

Episode 6. High School Again??

“Team Leader-nim.”

“Why?”

“What is this guy?”

“Did a whale appear?”

Appbit.

It started humbly as an early-stage cryptocurrency exchange but quickly took the top spot in the industry.

True to a company with a history of developing stock trading programs, it gained popularity upon launch with its clean UI.

On top of that, it raised its profile by forming a partnership with Bitnance, which was the number one exchange in North America.

Unlike other exchanges, it traded a variety of altcoins.

Rumors spread among crypto users sensitive to information, and they flocked to it in droves.

Based on solid capital, it expanded its servers and comfortably widened its market share.

Rumors spread as fast as the wind.

These days, the daily trading volume is well over the trillion-won mark.

Thanks to aggressive funding, the app’s convenience was actively promoted.

Appbit serviced its app to be clean and user-friendly, like the stock programs users were already familiar with.

One of the night shift trading managers called the response team leader.

“He’s shooting a huge amount to Bitnance in USDT right now!”

“How much?”

“About 1 billion won.”

“What a traitor. He should be using the domestic market where there’s a premium. Everyone and their dog is going to the overseas market.”

“Korea doesn’t have a futures market, though.”

“That’s true. F***ing hell.”

The team leader felt that part was a shame, too.

He clicked his tongue.

As the team leader, he wasn’t very old, given the nature of the IT industry.

Recently, wealthy people who hit the jackpot with coins have been appearing one after another.

The Bitcoin price, which had been quiet, recently showed signs of revival.

Even though he was an exchange team leader by name, he couldn’t easily jump into the coin scene.

Having watched it from the field, the coin market wasn’t normal.

He thought it was highly fraudulent, and that was a judgment made from the closest vantage point.

Among the company’s initial founders, there were some dangerous people.

If he were to get caught in insider trading for no reason…

He couldn’t guarantee anything.

“……Who is it?”

People who don’t care about personal transaction protection.

It was a coin exchange where trust was thrown into a landfill the moment you signed up.

For the internal monitoring staff, coin transfers of over 1 billion won are subject to checking.

Ta-da-da-dak.

The team member who called the team leader quickly pressed the keyboard.

“Name: Ha Tae-woong.”

“Never heard of that name… What year was he born?”

“He’s nineteen, international age.”

“What? Nineteen??”

Tok-tok. Tok-tok.

I pulled an all-nighter.

Sunlight poured in through the window.

“This is crazy……”

A young body is great.

Even after staying up all night, I didn’t feel tired at all.

My mind was clear, as if I’d slammed back a few Hot6 energy drinks.

I was incredibly busy all night.

I sifted through the past information that would become my future, which had been filling my head.

Not just the Korean stock market, but the US stock market, exchange rates, the oil price explosion, the gold price explosion, and the massive explosion of various coins!

I couldn’t possibly try to sleep.

No, I wasn’t even sleepy.

Even at this moment, I still couldn’t believe I had regressed.

“Halmeoni……”

I was clearly born with the bloodline of a conglomerate family.

Yet, I lived a life worse than a dirt spoon.

Grandmother gave me a chance.

It must be the result of the precious good deeds she accumulated while she was alive.

I have no intention of just getting the opportunity and letting it slide by sloppily.

“Ha Ryun.”

My teeth grinded for no reason.

The assault I suffered in a blind spot in an alleyway during my childhood.

It’s highly likely that the guy who did that was hired by Ha Ryun.

What kind of crazy person would hit a child on their way to school on the head with a wooden club!

The puzzle pieces are finally coming together.

Dad’s accident.

Mom’s sorrow, left all alone.

It’s certain that the ones who created all those situations are Ha Ryun’s people.

They are wicked people.

In the future that will unfold again, there is no way they will change.

It’s war!

“Secretly and greatly! I’m going to eat it all up.”

I cool-headedly made my future plan.

“For the time being, investment is definitely coins!”

The coin futures function, which is only possible on foreign exchanges.

I saw a graph where several coins, along with Bitcoin, were fluctuating simultaneously.

Just because I lived through that time doesn’t mean I know everything.

Besides, I wasn’t even smart.

But one thing is certain: Luna will crash!

That much was certain in the future.

“That alone is enough.”

Meme coins that skyrocket hundreds or thousands of times are just pocket change compared to that.

The coins that can be invested using leverage are limited to a few.

“Hoo.”

I stayed up all night imagining the future that would unfold while in a state of extreme excitement.

The trading started with short selling.

It’s simple and clean.

“I’ll know when I watch it.”

This moment still doesn’t feel real.

I calmed my heart, which was beating wildly on its own.

Hwi-ri-ri-ri-ring.

Wind leaked in through the cracks in the window.

A rooftop room roughly made of prefabricated panels.

It was inevitably vulnerable to heat and cold.

“I need to move first!”

As soon as I return, the rooftop room monthly rent life is over.

I have money, so I don’t want to sleep hugging a worn-out blanket.

And I refuse to invest in coins like a loser.

“Luna~ Luna~ Please collapse!”

The desired result will come.

Still, I prayed earnestly in my heart.

In the past, I only avoided these huge waves.

Naturally, someone earns and someone loses.

A cold zero-sum game.

As long as I’m not the one who loses, it’s fine.

“Coin……. Futures!”

The result makes my blood boil just imagining it.

“Leverage, that’s the real deal.”

It’s time to unconditionally increase the stakes.

There must be a reason why I came back like this.

The timing is also perfect.

Up until this point, national restrictions were weak.

I was also free from tax-related issues.

“Filial piety can wait for a moment.”

Mom, with whom I had a distant relationship in my past life.

First, I need to multiply the money Grandmother gave me.

The opportunity for filial piety will come soon.

I must not stupidly waste the capital on filial piety.

Ddi-ddi-ddi ddi-ddi-ddi-ddi~♬

My smartphone alarm rang.

It was one of the familiar routines that naturally happened in the past.

Without realizing it, my gaze naturally shifted to the wall.

At that moment…….

“……!!”

The school uniform hanging on the wall!!

My mind snapped to attention.

“C-crazy!! Then does that mean I’m going to high school again??”

I was dreaming of being an orca swimming through the Pacific Ocean.

But the reality is a young mackerel.

“Haa……”

A sigh created from my lower abdomen leaked out through my throat.

Jeobeok-jeobeok.

My footsteps are heavy.

It’s not that my condition is down from staying up all night.

Whatever bonus Grandma gave me, my body and mind are clear and refreshed even after staying up all night.

The school is a 20-minute walk from the rooftop room.

A school uniform that I suddenly had to wear again, as a working adult who had become accustomed to ready-made clothes.

This feeling of it clinging to my body is unfamiliar yet exciting.

Cheonghwa Arts High School.

A school corporation launched by investing foundation funds from the Cheonghwa Group, which ranks around 40th in the business world.

It’s a prestigious private school.

The tuition for one grade is officially around 30 million won.

The tuition was more expensive than most private universities.

As such, the school environment is almost perfect.

Although it’s a school that has only been open for 40 years, its alumni are heavily positioned in South Korea’s upper class.

Since they were golden spoons from birth, it must be a natural phenomenon.

There isn’t a place they don’t reach, including the business, legal, political, medical, and cultural/sports worlds.

The process of forming strong personal connections among private school graduates, which continues from kindergarten through elementary, middle, and high school, cannot be ignored.

“I must have eaten rat poison back then.”

The bravado I showed in middle school comes to mind.

One day, I went out to play in Gangnam.

I saw Cheonghwa High School students for the first time on the streets of Gangnam.

The moment I encountered them, I felt that their quality was different.

The uniforms were not ready-made products from brand companies.

They were all wearing custom-made uniforms tailored to their own body types.

Was that all?

How on earth were they all so handsome and pretty?

I just brushed past them, but they were oozing with elegance.

That’s when I got the vibe.

My grades were good enough to get in.

My average middle school grade was 199.9 out of 200!

After that, I faced reality while applying for admission.

The tuition held me back.

Due to family circumstances, I didn’t have the financial ability.

A luxury private high school that you couldn’t just enter because your grades were good.

It was a high wall for me, living a life worse than a commoner.

However, heaven helped me!

There was a way.

At the time, our family lived in a rental apartment in Gangbuk.

My parents dissuaded me from my choice.

The reason was that I would feel a sense of alienation.

But I expressed my strong opinion that I really wanted to enroll, and they gave me permission.

“Seeing you again. You arrogant rock.”

In the meantime, I arrived in front of the school gate.

An Independence Gate-style main gate made by erecting huge granite marble.

Cheonghwa (淸化).

The large Cheonghwa school motto, “Seonjo-gosan” (先照高山), engraved in gold on the embossed surface under the school name.

The light shines on the high mountain first!

“What a jerk.”

Seeing it again, it’s a motto that’s arrogant, if not completely jerk-like.

It means that the successful ones get the sunlight first.

The Cheonghwa Group itself was like that, too.

They rubbed their hands well with the political circles and won almost all government-funded construction projects.

Growing with endless work, they came to own golf courses, the leisure industry, and even CBC, a comprehensive broadcasting company.

Cheonghwa Group, which can never be separated from politics and business.

The school system alone is like that.

It played its role perfectly as a special training ground for the children of the upper class who will be the leaders of the future.

Kkiiiiik. Kkiik.

As always, the first lane of the road in front of the school gate was crowded with vehicles.

Students getting to school got off one after another from the luxury sedans that stopped sequentially.

Domestic small and medium-sized cars aren’t even visible.

They are all top-of-the-line large sedans.

The students who got off the vehicles passed through the school gate naturally.

It’s the height of elegance.

The problem is…….

“What is this! Why is everyone so colorful?”

Something is strange.

I don’t know what this is that I’m seeing.

It’s definitely not a phenomenon that I’m seeing for a moment.

While coming to school, I saw a strange light from the people passing by on the street.

I thought it was an illusion.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, and colors beyond that.

It’s an abnormal phenomenon that started appearing this morning.

The people I encountered look like they have different colors.

I shook my head several times, wondering if my eyes were weird.

“Hello.”

“Yes. Hello.”

Cheonghwa High School had strict school rules.

Most students followed the dress code.

Slang and swearing are prohibited in daily language.

It has the positive effect of not even having common swear words used in high school days stick to your mouth.

Even the wealthy children with strong backgrounds maintained a humble attitude within the Cheonghwa Group foundation, which even owns a broadcasting company.

The students were also exemplary in their attitude toward the disciplinary teacher who was out in front of the school gate guiding the students.

I passed through the school gate behind a group.

“Good morning!”

“Good morning to you too, Tae-woong.”

Unlike the past, I greeted her energetically.

The teacher in charge of discipline was a Korean language teacher I knew.

We even made eye contact.

She is Teacher Han Yu-ra, who took an interest in me because I maintained top-tier grades without any academies or private tutoring.

At this time, she is in her early thirties.

She’s a cute style with round-rimmed glasses.

She is a talented person from Cheonghwa who debuted as a poet while attending Seoguk University.

At the same time, she is the teacher in charge of the reading club that accepted me as the only member.

A comfortable, bright light blue aura spreads around the teacher.

I greeted the teacher naturally as if I had seen her yesterday and went to school.

At that moment.

“Who is that senior?”

“Who?”

“The tall and handsome senior next to her.”

“Lose interest.”

“Why?”

The first-year female students walking to school together whispered.

Then, the female student walking next to her covered her lips with her finger and said.

“He’s a Sabeja.”

“Ah! Sabeja…….”

Sabeja!

The gaze I felt at that one word from the female student abruptly cut off.

That’s right.

I am…….

One of the few Social Consideration Recipients attending a luxury private high school!