Chapter 25

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In the midst of cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of the promise written there.

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Xiaoming stood at the classroom door, took a deep breath, and firmly gripped the secret letter from his mother.

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As the cherry blossoms danced in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of the promise written there.

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Jifeng stood at the entrance of the Seoul airport, taking a deep breath and firmly holding the secret letter his mother had given him. He had no interest in what other countries thought; at this moment, he had just arrived in Seoul. However, this time he was using a Swiss passport, which was quite useful in most countries, far more convenient than a Chinese passport. As one of the visa-free countries, he didn't have to worry about visa issues and could travel freely.

Exiting the airport, Jifeng thought about the future of Jeju Island. Although Jeju Island currently offers visa-free entry to many countries, there are still some that do not qualify. After he takes it back, he plans to change this policy so that anyone from any country can visit as long as their own country allows it, as long as they have some gold coins.

It was already quite cold in Seoul in November, but Jifeng was still wearing a not-so-thick T-shirt, a pair of casual dress pants, and a pair of black casual leather shoes that looked brand new. Indeed, this outfit was something Jifeng had just bought at the duty-free shop, as he had almost worn through all the clothes in his spatial ring. Even after having them washed by the hotel, he still felt there were too few.

Hailing a taxi, Jifeng suddenly realized a problem: the taxi driver didn't speak English. After talking for a while, the driver still didn't understand where Jifeng was going, and Jifeng couldn't understand what the driver was saying, which made him quite frustrated.

Taking out his phone, he thought for a moment and then called Patna: "Hi, Ms. Patna, I hope I'm not disturbing you. I just want to ask which hotel you are staying at. The taxi driver doesn't speak English, so could you find someone who speaks Korean to tell him?"

"Are you in Korea?" Patna was somewhat surprised. Jifeng had always wanted to keep his identity a secret, so why would he suddenly come to Korea and even go to the hotel where her group was staying?

Hearing her surprised voice, Jifeng quickly explained: "I'm just staying at the same hotel as you, and I don't want anyone to know. My name now is Jack, and I'm Swiss."

"Oh, I see. Give the phone to the driver, and I'll talk to him."

Jifeng handed the phone to the taxi driver. After a brief conversation, the driver understood Jifeng's destination and kept saying "OK" for a while. It took over an hour to get Jifeng to the Ritz Carlton Hotel.

To Jifeng's pleasant surprise, Patna was waiting for him in the lobby. Seeing him enter the hotel, she immediately smiled and came forward, extending her still beautiful long hand: "Welcome to Seoul, Jack. How long do you plan to stay?"

Jifeng felt a bit regretful for calling her, but since it was already done, there was no way to change it. He lightly touched her hand and then let go, smiling: "Patna, you're still as charming as ever. I just came to take a look and see if there's anything I can do for you."

Patna tilted her head, her eyes smiling as she looked at Jifeng: "That's great. Maybe you can really help us."

Jifeng raised an eyebrow and went to the front desk to check in. It was then that he realized that some hotels in Korea do not accept UnionPay. Fortunately, he still had a UBS credit card, so it wasn't a problem.

Together with Patna, they went up to the suite. Jifeng casually poured her a glass of pure water and then asked, "How is the negotiation going?"

In the more private room, Patna showed her shrewdness and efficiency, shaking her head: "Not too well. The Korean government is still holding firmly to their conditions and is unwilling to budge. It might be difficult to meet our expected handover by early next year."

Jifeng lightly tapped the leather edge of the sofa with his fingers and asked, "Is Park Geun-hye in the country?"

Patna didn't react to Jifeng's direct use of Park Geun-hye's name: "Yes, this morning during the negotiations, we reiterated your conditions from yesterday, but the Korean side is still unwilling to give up their rights. Park Geun-hye also made her first clear response, saying she will not agree to give Jeju Island away for free and that all their investments must be recovered, at the very least the principal."

Jifeng frowned slightly and glared at Patna: "Ms. Patna, please remember, Jeju Island belongs to me. They have no rights there."

Patna, seeing Jifeng's cold gaze, suddenly felt a shiver and nodded involuntarily: "Yes, of course it belongs to you. I mean the so-called rights of the Korean side, which we cannot recognize."

Seeing her response, Jifeng's expression softened. After a moment of thought, he said, "Hasn't the UBS accounting team calculated that the total investment is no more than about 6.7 billion dollars? They want me to pay ten times that? No way, they are too greedy."

Patna agreed: "We think the same. So, our Worldstar opinion is to pay them only at the floating interest rate, at most the fixed-term loan interest rate. We cannot pay more."

Jifeng snorted: "If that's the case, you'll never reach an agreement. It seems I need to find time to meet the president. By the way, she has never been married, so I'm not sure if calling her 'aunt' is appropriate."

Patna looked at Jifeng speechlessly, not knowing what he was thinking, still worrying about how to address Park Geun-hye. "What identity will you use to meet her? If you go as the island owner, she will welcome you, but that will make our negotiations very difficult and your identity will no longer be a secret."

Jifeng smiled: "Of course, I don't plan to meet her openly, so you don't need to worry about it. For now, don't rush. Keep negotiating with them. I believe they will change their stance soon."

After breaking through to the second level of the Body Strengthening Technique, Jifeng had greater confidence. Even if he were to break into the Korean presidential palace alone, he wouldn't be worried about his safety.

In the evening, Jifeng took a shower and changed into a casual suit around nine o'clock. He moved an M1911, an MG42, and a pile of ammunition into his spatial ring. Although the Divine Dragon spatial ring was also convenient, Jifeng was more accustomed to using the spatial ring.

He hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, locked it, and then his body suddenly disappeared from the room. The next moment, he was in a dark flower bed 500 meters away. After a few more movements, Jifeng's figure appeared inside the Blue House.

The entire process took no more than two seconds, giving no one a chance to discover him.

Leisurely walking through the main building of the Blue House, Jifeng used his mind to sense Park Geun-hye's location. A smile appeared on his lips as he walked towards the large study.

"Sir, who are you? Why are you here at this time?" Two bodyguards guarding the study looked at Jifeng in surprise. They had not received any notification that Park Geun-hye was meeting guests tonight, and the president was currently discussing the Jeju Island issue with the Minister of Unification in the study, so they couldn't let anyone disturb her.

However, the response to the two bodyguards was two iron fists. Jifeng suddenly appeared in front of them, striking both with his palms. Before they could react, two blows landed on their necks, instantly knocking them unconscious due to lack of oxygen.

Picking up their clothes, he held one in his right hand and the other in his left, gently opened the door, and threw the two bodyguards onto the floor of the study in front of the surprised eyes of the two people inside.

Faced with the sudden intrusion of Jifeng, Minister of Unification Yoo Gi-jin was immediately furious, especially when he saw Jifeng throw the two bodyguards in. He was about to stand up to protect Park Geun-hye and call for security.

However, before he could speak, a menacing machine gun with a long ammunition belt was pointed at his head, scaring Yoo Gi-jin almost to the point of fainting. His small eyes bulged wide, but his legs were as weak as noodles, and he fell back onto the sofa.

Compared to the completely helpless Yoo Gi-jin, Park Geun-hye was much calmer. Although her heart was pounding, she seemed to guess something when she saw the sudden appearance of the machine gun. She quickly said, "Please show mercy, Mr. Ji, please show mercy. Minister Yoo will not pose a threat to you."

Jifeng coldly looked at Yoo Gi-jin and said in English, "Old man, don't move, or my gun isn't for show."

Seeing the cold sweat on Yoo Gi-jin's forehead, he nodded continuously, and Jifeng then turned to Park Geun-hye. It had to be said that this woman didn't look like she was in her sixties; she was well-preserved.

Seeing Park Geun-hye's forced calm, with her hands not touching the alarm, Jifeng smiled in satisfaction: "Do you know me?"

Park Geun-hye gently shook her head, glancing at the floating, cold, and deadly machine gun that no one was touching but was always in front of Yoo Gi-jin's eyes, moving with him.

Even at a distance of 100 meters, such a weapon could tear anyone apart. At this moment, Park Geun-hye finally understood the terrifying person her father had faced in the past.

Looking at Jifeng's smiling face, Park Geun-hye did not believe that he was just visiting. She thought sadly that the Park family was truly unfortunate, always being targeted by the Ji family. "I assume you are a descendant of Mr. Ji Fu. I had the honor of hearing Mr. Ji Fu's name when I was young. My father respected and admired him greatly and always said that Mr. Ji Fu was the only person he could trust in his life."

Jifeng chuckled, smirked, and sat down on the sofa opposite Park Geun-hye, smiling: "I doubt a three-year-old would believe that. Since you know who I am, let's talk about Jeju Island. Your father personally signed the ownership agreement. I don't care who he was, but South Korea must unconditionally fulfill the agreement. My delegation has already given you everything you deserve. Don't be too greedy, or you'll anger me. Your father once said what the consequences would be."

Park Geun-hye nodded with a bitter smile, trying to remain calm: "Mr. Ji, we have no intention of breaching the agreement. However, we have indeed invested a significant amount of money and effort in the development and construction of Jeju Island over the past few decades. Shouldn't we receive some compensation?"

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