Chapter 6

Will this do?

Will this do?

Tap, tap...

The small studio apartment was filled with a foul odor, and in the center was a round white rock.

People in suits were surrounding the rock, poking, prodding, and cutting it with various equipment.

They were investigators from the Chinese branch of the Royal Ambergris, a world-renowned company specializing in ambergris.

As the inspection dragged on, he began to feel a bit anxious inside.

Even though he knew how to distinguish ambergris, these people were experts...

'If they say it's not, I still have the gold and silver coins...'

While the investigators were rushing over, Young-su had gone to a gold and silver shop to have the gold and silver coins he received from Baron Gantreig appraised.

Surprisingly, they were pure gold and pure silver without any impurities.

By quietly disposing of them based on weight without leaving a record, he ended up with 12 million won.

Though less valuable than ambergris, if he could continue to bring cheap items from there and receive payment in gold and silver, he would be opening a new trade route that no one else had.

'Besides, the price difference between gold and silver on Earth is 70 times, but they said it's 100 times there.'

With the price difference between gold and silver, not only could he trade, but he could also take advantage of the exchange rate.

If he brought gold from there and exchanged it for silver, he could get 1.4 times the value.

'It would be good to receive all the payment in silver.'

Click, whoosh...

Meanwhile, the investigators had taken a small piece of the ambergris and placed it in a glass flask filled with liquid, then heated it with a torch.

The room, which had been filled with the smell of rotten fish, was now overwhelmed by a stronger, more pungent odor.

"Ugh..."

Dizzy from the smell, Young-su rushed to the window.

The investigator frowned and dropped a single drop of something into the flask. Surprisingly, the pungent odor disappeared, and the room was filled with a fragrant scent.

The investigators nodded and looked around the room.

"‘What? Why is the ambergris level so high!’" (English)

The senior investigator, who had been standing in the corner with his sunglasses on and his arms crossed, suddenly removed his glasses and was startled when he looked at the instrument panel.

He approached the other investigators, sniffed the fragrance, and checked various things through a microscope.

After a moment, the surprised investigator approached Young-su.

"‘This is indeed ambergris. At the very least, it's grade one.’"

"‘At the very least?’"

"The 500 million you mentioned has been withdrawn in cash. Please check your account for the remaining balance."

After the notarization, Young-su nodded and checked his account through his smartphone banking.

The weight of the ambergris was about 120 kg. The price per gram of the highest-grade ambergris was set at approximately 380,000 Korean won,

and the appraisal value was at least 45.6 billion won. They agreed to pay the taxes on his behalf, and if the detailed inspection resulted in a higher grade, they would make additional deposits.

Checking his bank account on his smartphone, he saw that 45.1 billion won had been deposited.

"I have confirmed the payment."

"‘If you find another item of this quality, please contact us.’"

The investigator, who was very excited, handed Young-su a business card.

Young-su nodded and stored the card in his wallet.

'Will I see them again...'

Currently, a slightly larger piece of ambergris was rolling around in his truck. He had sold the smaller piece because he needed money.

It's natural that processed items are more expensive than raw materials, and Young-su planned to start his own business with the remaining ambergris. Since ambergris was abundant in the sea and he would be going there frequently,

he could return in 72 hours.

There would certainly be tax issues as he continued to trade.

He didn't plan to pay, but he also didn't want to be a pushover.

'I need to set up a corporation first.'

After sending off the investigators and the lawyer, Young-su began to think about what he should do next.

Vroom.

At that moment, a call came from an unknown number.

Most unknown numbers were customers.

'Now that I think of it, I need to wrap up the courier business and hand it over...'

Just because he had money didn't mean he could irresponsibly quit and leave his former colleagues in a bind.

Even when his business had failed, Young-su had used his own money to ensure that the salaries of the employees who were laid off were paid in full.

If he had unscrupulously withheld their wages, he would have been criticized, but he could have found a more comfortable job than being a courier.

"Hello, this is Han Young-su from Taeguk Courier."

- Mr. Han! Where are you and what are you doing? The deliveries are backed up!

His expression darkened.

The caller was none other than Lee Se-hoon.

- What have you been doing all day that you didn't answer my calls? And you blocked my number? Are you crazy, you bastard!

"There were circumstances. I will take responsibility for that part."

- What? Responsibility? You're talking about responsibility. You bastard! Are you joking? Hey, Mr. Han. Are you trying to screw me over because of the mistake I made with the collection last time?

"Hey, you're younger than me, so stop talking to me like that, Mr. Han."

- What?

"I will clean up my own mess. I'll go and check it out."

He hung up the phone and blocked the number.

Even if he went into hiding, they would quickly find a replacement. They might demand compensation, but it would be at most a few million won.

That amount of money was nothing to him now.

But it was a matter of responsibility.

Running away after making a mess didn't suit his temperament.

Young-su picked up his phone.

Vroom...

Young-su's truck stopped at the Taeguk Courier depot.

Through the office window, he could see Lee Se-hoon chatting with the accountant.

Honk!

When he honked the horn, Lee Se-hoon peeked out.

Their eyes met, and Lee Se-hoon's face turned red before he disappeared from the window.

Bang!

"Hey! You!"

As soon as he came out, he started cursing.

"Do you know how many complaints we've received about the area you're responsible for? What's this about the water disappearing? What do you think you're doing by skipping work without permission! Do you know how much damage this has caused us!"

Squeak, thud!

"How much?"

Getting out of the car, Young-su put his hands in his pockets.

"Huh?"

"How much? I'll pay you in cash."

Young-su took his hand out of his pocket.

A wad of yellowish money came out.

Two bundles of 50,000 won notes wrapped in paper. Each bundle contained 100 notes, so 5 million won each, making a total of 10 million won.

"Did you hit the jackpot in Jeongseon or something..."

'That would be you.'

Lee Se-hoon had a history of spending two months' worth of collections in Jeongseon when the collection system was abolished.

Since his uncle was a senior executive at Taeguk Courier, he would have only received a warning, and the person who reported him would have been excluded. Everyone knew this, but no one reported it.

"Ah, no, that's not the issue. We've been getting calls about the deliveries you didn't make today! So what... the trust, right? Yes, the trust in Taeguk Courier is the issue!"

"I'm here to quit, so stop talking to me like that. And who said the deliveries were backed up today?"

"What?"

Vroom, vroom, vroom...

The sound of engines approached.

A fundamentally different sound from a car with a hidden engine, the deep, rumbling sound of four-cylinder or larger motorcycle engines that made a man's heart race.

The engines grew louder, and soon motorcycles with their lights on flooded into the depot.

Shocked, Lee Se-hoon covered his eyes and took a few steps back.

The motorcycles parked neatly in rows.

Ten motorcycles per row, six rows in total.

"What is this..."

As the motorcycle lights turned off, the person at the front removed their helmet.

"Mr. Han Young-su?"

"It's me."

Young-su raised his hand and stepped forward.

"You said you would hire our Choe Delivery Quick Service for a week starting today?"

"Yes."

A smile formed on Young-su's lips.

He was that kind of man.

He cleaned up his own mess.

Vroom, vroom, vroom!

The backed-up deliveries were all carried away by the quick service staff.

"What is this..."

Lee Se-hoon looked as if he had been pickpocketed while his eyes were wide open.

However, the 60 motorcycles that came today were just a preview.

"All employees will start working from tomorrow."

"Thank you for your cooperation tomorrow."

Vroom!

The quick service manager loaded the last remaining package and disappeared.

"What? Hey... Mr. Han. What's going on?"

Instead of talking to him, Young-su threw a contract at him.

It was a one-week exclusive use contract for Choe Delivery Quick Service.

In other words, he had rented it out.

So starting tomorrow, not just 60 but all 500 motorcycles they owned would come to the depot.

They were also scheduled to deliver items for other colleagues.

"Mr. Manager, all employees will not be coming to work for a week starting tomorrow. If you have any damages, please send an email to this address."

Young-su was giving his colleagues, who had worked hard with him sorting and delivering packages, a week of paid leave as he left the company.

With that much money, he could afford to do so.

"Wha..."

Lee Se-hoon, who was flabbergasted, saw the amount written on the contract.

His eyes changed instantly.

"Hehe... Mr. Han? Did something good happen to you?"

Calling him "Mr. Han" and acting friendly, Lee Se-hoon was a typical sycophant, strong to the weak and weak to the strong.

"Oh, by the way, I have a gift for you, Mr. Manager."

"Me too?"

Lee Se-hoon turned his head with a bright smile.

Then Young-su laughed and took a fist out of his pocket, raising his middle finger at Lee Se-hoon.

"Ah!"

Lee Se-hoon trembled as if he had been hit.

"Oh, I'm just kidding. I do this because I like you, Mr. Manager."

Snap!

Young-su chuckled and flicked his finger, sending the business card he was holding with his pinky to Lee Se-hoon.

"If you have any damages, send an email to this address. But if you cause trouble... you know we'll come with the lawyer, right?"