“Help them,” said Hwang Jeong-Hu.
Jo Gyu-Min’s jaw nearly fell to the floor. “...I’m sorry?”
“I said, help them. Make it happen.”
“...But, uh, Chairman? Sir?” Jo Gyu-Min stared dazedly at Hwang Jeong-Hu.
But the Chairman of the Jaegyeong Corporation stared right back at the Chief Secretary, nonplussed, as if he couldn't see a problem here. “Is there a reason why we can't help them?”
“B-but, sir! This problem isn’t as simple as you think it is. What if we get caught...?”
“What if we get caught? So what?”
“...?”
“The plane isn't ours, anyway. Are we at fault because some people smuggled themselves into a cargo plane we rented to send goods overseas?”
“N-no, we... aren’t.”
Indeed, the blame would land on the owners of the cargo plane. Or the airport operators.
“Besides, why do you think Jin-Ho and his pals getting caught will become our problem? Have you seen the plane operators getting blamed for terrorists boarding one of their planes heading to America?”
“...No, sir. I haven’t.”
Hwang Jeong-Hu tutted away. “So, what’s the problem?”
“Well, uh... We need to make space by loading fewer goods, sir. And it’s not like the plane will carry only our stuff, you know? It’ll be shared with other companies.”
“Huh. Our goods are sealed in crates. Which means inspections are already done and over with, making additional inspections seemingly unnecessary. But the stowaways still somehow slipped in. Isn’t that cover story good enough for you?”
“...”
“We can deal with the fallout by punishing the shipping supervisor, then reimburse him handsomely under the table later. So why are you trying to be so square about this, Gyu-Min?”
Jo Gyu-Min's brows subtly quivered just then. He could already picture Lee Hyeon-Su's punchable face cackling hatefully away. And he could not bear to see that happen!
“But, sir!” Jo Gyu-Min cried out while kicking his brain into a higher gear. “Yes, I admit that your idea is workable. However, that only applies to regular people, sir. The people on the other side will easily guess our involvement in this matter. Even if they can't hit us legally, they will still try to harm Jaegyeong in other ways. For instance, they could block our exports to the UK! No, wait. It might get worse than that. They could even threaten our market position in Europe!”
“...But we hardly sell anything over there?”
“...” Jo Gyu-Min clamped his mouth shut.
That silent response prompted Hwang Jeong-Hu to groan under his breath. In a two-for-one deal, two people found themselves struggling under the absurdity of this situation.
“Gyu-Min, I get what you're trying to say. I do,” Hwang Jeong-Hu nodded at Jo Gyu-Min. “Call that guy.”
“Sir?”
“Call the guy in charge of this operation on the other side. I’ll handle this.”
“Oh... Understood, sir!” Jo Gyu-Min hurriedly pulled out his phone and dialed Lee Hyeon-Su’s number. Then, he put the device on speaker before cautiously placing it on Hwang Jeong-Hu’s desk.
—Oh, hey. So, what’s the news?
“This is Hwang Jeong-Hu speaking, not Chief Jo Gyu-Min.”
—C-Chairman Hwang! It's an honor to make your acquaintance! My name is Lee Hyeon-Su, the chief director of Martial Assembly's administrative department!
Even the one-and-only Lee Hyeon-Su sounded nervous just then. Whether one was a martial artist or not, the weight of Hwang Jeong-Hu's name was not something he could roundly scoff at.
“I hear you want to load people instead of cargo in one of the planes bound for the UK?”
—Yes, sir!
“Did that fool, Kang Jin-Ho, cook up this idea?”
—Yes, sir! He did!
Hwang Jeong-Hu chuckled while mouthing a cigarette. He expertly lit it up before resuming from where he left off. “This request isn't as straightforward as you think. We could extricate ourselves from legal issues in case we get caught, but that still leaves us with the problem of potential harm, both tangible and intangible, falling our way. Do you know what I mean?”
—Yes, Chairman. I do. That’s why we will make sure no one notices us.
“No, no. That's not right, Mister Lee,” Hwang Jeong-Hu cut Lee Hyeon-Su off. “You can't plan ahead while thinking everything will be alright. We can't have a serious talk without you making suitable preparations to counter the worst possible outcome. That is the basics of running a business. Isn't that right?”
—Yes, that’s correct, sir.
Whether that notion was right or wrong was secondary. No one, not even Lee Hyeon-Su, would dare question Hwang Jeong-Hu in business-related things.
‘Hah! Have some of that!’
Jo Gyu-Min felt like years of indigestion rotting in his gut were rapidly dissolving away while watching this conversation unfold. He might never get another chance to enjoy the scene of Lee Hyeon-Su sweating buckets like this!
‘Man, what a stress reliever this is. All my stress is going away!’
Unfortunately, life had a habit of not always working out according to people's wishes. Including Jo Gyu-Min's!
“Very well,” Hwang Jeong-Hu grunted. “Let’s do it. We’ll help you this time.”
“C-Chairman?!” Jo Gyu-Min gasped in shock and was about to say something.
However, Hwang Jeong-Hu silently raised his hand to indicate he didn’t want any interruptions. Then, he briefly nodded, conveying that he’d handle this conversation.
No one would be brave enough to butt in after seeing Hwang Jeong-Hu’s expression. Jo Gyu-Min obediently clamped his mouth shut.
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