I stopped Joshua from seeing me off at the airport as he had more important tasks to do. In addition to overhauling Revolucion, he needed to purge his familyâs rivals with the old head.
The Karjan family was about to have a bloodbath. Although they wouldnât behead or give poison to someone like people did in the Middle Ages, they would change personnel based on their current policy and rearrange the board of directors with Joshua at the center.
***
I could vividly imagine how Jonathan was frowning with suspiration.
It was a challenging project for the groupâs employees, and they had quite a high possibility of winning. The desk teams and LTCM were excited that they would write a new history with their own hands when more funds from the Isle of Man, London and other speculative forces joined the offensive line. Everyone had gone wild, but their exhilaration died down when I ordered them to step out of the attack line.
The head hunters[1] were the fastest ones on Wall Street. They took thirty percent of the annual salary of their client as a referral fee when they helped them change their careers. Therefore, they snooped around firms like stray cats. When they found a target, they lured it by showing a folder that contained the organizational charts of banks, investment companies, and hedge funds. One of Jonathanâs roles was to prevent his employees from being enticed by head hunters.
Jonathan hung up in a hurry.
***
The reason I returned to Seoul instead of New York was because anthrax terrorism had broken out in North America while I was in London. Since the U.S. had laid strict regulations on entry, it was risky to go through the New York airport screening with a forged passport. Moreover, I had worked nonstop, so I wanted to rest at home with my parents. It was like a vacation for me.
It was already the end of October 2001. Yongsan[2] was crowded due to the launch of Door XP, which Nanosoft had praised for being the perfect operating system. The vans of the computer industry wholesalers were parked on the street, almost blocking the road. There was an apartment reconstruction site in the back, and I saw a familiar name on the information board.
ăConstruction title: Woo-Hyung Apartment Reconstruction site
Estimated construction duration: October 4th, 2001 â February 28, 2004
Constructor: Il-Ju Construction Co., Ltd ă
Il-Ju was Mr. Choiâs business. Apparently, he had succeeded in taking a leap after getting profits and experience in completing the Pyeonghwa Mental Health Clinic.
Mr. Choi ran while wearing his on-site uniform, and we moved to a nearby cafe. Although Il-Ju had overcome the IMF crisis and was developed to the point where they now built apartments, fifty-one percent of its stake belonged to one of my paper companies. There was something I had to handle for him, especially in a situation where his business was thriving.
Mr. Choi said reluctantly, ââŚJeon-il didnât seem interested in my business.â
âAh, you must have been embarrassed. As I told you, Iâm working right next to the chairman, so you can reach me by directly contacting the chairmanâs secretary,â I replied.
âYes, I remember, but there was no way I could call the higher-ups of Jeon-il with my humble position. Iâve been wandering around and looking for you, sir.â
âPlease donât call me âsir.â Itâs quite burdensome to hear, so just call me Mr. Na,â I said.
ââŚThen, Iâll call you that from now on.â
âOkay.â
He asked, âDo you remember when I told you that I will never forget your kindness until I die, Mr. Na?â
âOf course.â
âI have picked out two of the largest royal floors with a great view from my project, and we are planning to make it into a split-level room. This is nothing compared to what you have done for me, but please take it as my sincerity. We began the construction earlier this month, and itâll be completed in three years.â
His voice was full of energy.
âIâll register them if you prepare the necessary documents. Itâs up to you whether you want to resell it or keep it until the construction completes, Mr. Na,â he continued.
I said, âThe chairman will kill me if he figures this out.â
âAigo. Heâs a busy guy, so he wonât know what his subordinates do behind his back. Donât worry.â
ââŚThank you so much,â I responded.
Mr. Choi smiled brightly as if he had eased a long-standing burden of his.
âLetâs get down to business then,â I said.
âThereâs nothing to discuss. When I first shoveled dirt on the site, you popped up in my mind⌠I realized this was the time to repay your kindness!â
âHaha, I appreciate it. By the way, are you managing your account book well?â I questioned.
âIâm trying my best, but itâs not working well. As you know, the construction industry doesnât work systematically like a computer. Please donât get me wrong and listen carefully. About the foreign company that you have connected me toâŚâ
Mr. Choi began using a mixture of dialect and standard Korean as he had become quite excited.
âItâs creepy that the company is so quiet. Iâve tried to look into them, but thereâs a limit to what I can find as itâs located abroad. They havenât replied to me, so I donât know how I should contact them. All I know about them is their account so that I can pay dividends,â he continued.
âWhatâs the big deal if you keep it clean?â I asked.
âItâs not like a computer, so foreigners wonât understand the way we keep our ledgers in Korea. I canât even sleep well when I think about them coming here and trying to take away my business even though they know nothing.â
I nodded and followed up with another question, âHave you paid the dividends yet?â
âYes, because the accountant said itâs okay to do so. Was I not supposed to?â
Mr. Choiâs face became rigid.
âNo, itâs only possible with a boardâs resolution as a problem might occur in the future. So how much did you pay?â
âAround two billion won, but itâll become four billion if we include the land we saved to build a small building.â
âYou made a lot of money,â I said.
âI owe my success to you. But, whatâs the matterâŚ?â
âYou need consent from all of the auditors, but they are foreigners,â I explained.
Mr. Choi gasped.
He asked, âWouldnât this be a huge issue?â
âI think it will be fine since they have been quiet,â I replied.
âAh⌠I have no idea about the money part since my accountant is in charge of it. I tried to learn it, but itâs so complicated. She told me Il-Ju is owned by both the foreignersâ and myself, but itâs not âours.â She also said the money Il-Ju makes is mine, but not mine at the same time. This is all nonsense to me,â Mr. Choi quickly remarked and scratched his nose nervously.
âYou should study from now on. You donât need to if your business is small, but if you continue leaving it to the bookkeeper and accountant like this, youâll be betrayed one day. Be careful,â I said.
âOkay, sure. Iâll do that. Do you still contact those foreigners nowadays?â
I nodded.
He asked, âThen, could you speak to them about my situation?â
âI understand what youâre thinking. You want to purchase a stake in Il-Ju Construction, right?â I questioned.
âYes. The stress is killing me nowadays. My business is thriving, but Iâm worried that those foreigners will drop in without notice and take it all away⌠Isnât there a high possibility that they would do such a thing? The accountant has been telling me to buy the stake and gain authority to manage my own business.â
âThatâs the scary thing about foreign firms. Why do you think they have been quiet? Why do you think they have poured money into your business and enlarged it into Il-Ju Construction? They are not doing charity work. Also, what kind of foreign company would have invested in your firm at that time?â I said.
âYes, yes. Iâll repay your kindness to the death. But, I would need to talk to the foreigners to do somethingâŚâ
âYou have independent voting rights in a general meeting of shareholders and have more than 1.1 percent of shares. But I guess thatâs not enough?â I asked.
âNo.â
âYeah, 1.1 percent would be quite small. Your company would need to make lots of money for you to have enough profit for that 1.1 percent,â I said.
âI had nothing to worry about at the time⌠but, I cannot do anything with that 1.1 percent now as my business has expanded. Or, I at least need to get in touch with foreigners to discuss. Itâs really frustrating.â
My fifty-one percent stake in Il-Ju Construction was only one grain of sand compared to my entire fortune. It wouldnât be noticeable if the one grain disappeared. However, that didnât mean I could freely give it away to Mr. Choi, and I had to demand fair compensation in that case. Il-Ju had just begun getting bigger, so it would flourish at an alarming rate through reconstruction boom and new town development.
Then, how much would the 1.1 percent stake become? What about the value of the remaining shares? For now, I could guarantee that the 1.1 percent of the four billion that Mr. Choi earned would be too little for him to do anything.
âThen, Mr.ChoiâŚâ
âYes?â
âI canât guarantee anything, but Iâll try bringing in the power of attorney so you donât encounter any problems with your business. They wouldnât want to stop a big business either. Since they are not showing any interest in management, Iâll be able to do so. Is that all you need?â I asked.
âOh, gosh⌠Of course! Iâd like to help you talk to the shareholders of the Il-Ju since Iâve never met them before.â He smiled brightly.
âI donât recommend that. If the chairman attends the meeting, heâs going to talk about obvious things.â
âAbout whatâŚ?â
âHeâll take this opportunity to look at the ledger and ask you to calculate again,â I replied.
Mr.Choi looked stressed.
âInstead, Iâll give you an email address to contact them. Well, itâs better to keep things as it is now,â I said.
I took out some paper and a pen, then wrote an email address. Mr. Choi carefully put the paper inside his wallet, behind his family picture as if he was handling a lottery ticket. I really liked his harmonious family relationship more than his prosperous business.