Chapter 80

"Ah, that's right. You mentioned that before. You said you remembered seeing it somewhere."

I opened the message from Lim Hee-ju and passed my phone to Yoo Yeol.

"Read it yourself."

"Ugh...!"

As soon as Yoo Yeol read the message, he grabbed his head and shouted to Bae Sung-soo.

"Hyung! Look at this! It's from Lim Hee-ju!"

"Hey, take it easy and explain."

"No, Lim Hee-ju said she'll contact us again once the director is set! She really liked the script! It's crazy... "

Was that all?

I snatched the phone from Yoo Yeol.

"Ah! Can't I just take a screenshot?"

"Haha, I'll send you a screenshot. And this one is from Yoo Si-seong."

I opened Yoo Si-seong's message and handed it back to Yoo Yeol.

"Oh... so detailed..."

Yoo Si-seong was definitely the type who was very affectionate.

He had sent a long message.

About what he thought of the script.

How he interpreted his role and how he interpreted the other roles.

He had provided detailed feedback and impressions.

Yoo Yeol read for a while before speaking.

His reaction was calmer than before, but he seemed quite interested.

"Come to think of it... he would fit the role of Do-hyun well."

"Right? I thought so too. And Yoo Si-seong is really hot these days."

"Yes, he's a good actor. But... I'm not deeply involved in the casting process."

"Ah, I see."

The final decision was up to the director.

Our gazes turned back to Bae Sung-soo.

"...I'll bring that guy in. No matter what."

The projector light reflected off.

The eyes of the bandit gleamed.

*

After the meeting, as I stepped out of the office, the sun had already set.

"Ahhh!"

I got into the driver's seat and stretched.

It had been a long day.

But it was worth the effort.

Both the coffee business and the film business felt like they had started off on the right foot.

And.

[Min Chae-yeon: Big brother, you must have been surprised today... 😢]

[Min Chae-yeon: While having dinner with mom, we talked about you.]

[Min Chae-yeon: Mom... really likes you.]

[Min Chae-yeon: 😘 (Heart)]

There seemed to be some progress.

The quality of the messages had changed.

Both the message and the profile picture were delightful.

"So cute."

Then I recalled the conversation at the end of the meeting. I had managed to get a promise from Bae Sung-soo.

[Don't take calls from other investors anymore. I'll cover the entire production cost.]

We hadn't even signed a contract, and we had only met once, but there was a strong trust between us.

[Of course. I'll trust you, Mr. Shin, and make it happen!]

'I sent 500 million at once. It would be strange if there wasn't trust.'

The issue was the production cost.

Even if the 200 million for marketing could be raised later, I needed 400 million for the production cost first.

'I can't afford to cover it all myself.'

Even if I put everything into it, after setting aside the money needed for the cafe and cold brew production equipment.

'I'm at least 50 million short.'

Moreover, if I planned to lease a corporate office and expand the business during the film production period...

'I need to keep at least 100 million in reserve.'

Conclusion.

300 million from my pocket.

100 million from someone else's pocket.

'But whose pocket?'

An investment opportunity with a guaranteed 100% to 200% return.

I wanted to recommend it to someone, but I couldn't just do it casually.

Who would believe that this movie would definitely be a hit?

'Mr. Choi? Chae-yeon? No.'

I didn't want to bring up money with people who were too close.

'Mr. Big... Haha, this isn't a Hollywood movie, he wouldn't invest in something like this.'

There was someone I had in mind.

'If it's him... there's a possibility.'

I took out my phone and made a call.

Ring ring— As soon as the call connected, the other person answered immediately.

[Yoo Won! It's been a while. How have you been?]

The developer of <Vampire Wants to Live> and

the current co-CEO of <Parkrain Soft>.

Yoon Jun-ho.

"Hey, Jun-ho. I missed the last IR, and I'm a bit late in contacting you again."

[No, it's fine. Did you call about the IR? We're having another one soon!]

His voice was excited.

"Ah, I'll let you know about the IR schedule. And I have one more question."

[What is it?]

"Do you have an investor named Kim Deok-san in your company?"

[Kim Deok-san... How do you know about him?]

How did I know?

He's the only one who sends me investment reports every night.

"Do you have his contact information?"

I have something important to discuss with him.

The end of fandom is self-creation.

The next day.

A franchise cafe in Gumi-dong, Bundang.

I arrived early to gather my thoughts.

Soon, Kim Deok-san appeared.

He threw his large phone and wallet on the table.

I immediately stood up and greeted him respectfully.

"Hello."

But Kim Deok-san was not what I expected. I imagined a financial elite, a genius of investment, but...

"Who are you?"

...he was different from what I expected.

"I'm Yoo Won, who contacted you through Jun-ho."

"Who are you?"

He started questioning me right away, leaving me speechless as I looked at him.

Flip-flops and a baseball cap.

Baggy shorts and a karate T-shirt.

A furrowed brow that seemed to carry a lot of grudges.

It was hard to imagine him as a billionaire. Or maybe this was the typical look?

"Haha, I do small businesses here and there."

"Why did you manage to bring someone who doesn't usually meet people like this?"

His voice was a blend of Seoul and Gyeongsang dialect.

Subtly warm and subtly threatening.

I had heard it a lot from my grandmother and parents.

Just because he spoke roughly didn't mean he had ill intentions.

"Ah, if I was rude, I'm sorry."

"If you're sorry, you shouldn't do things that make you sorry, tsk. What's this, did you order it?"

Kim Deok-san pointed at the iced Americano I had ordered in advance, and I responded with a smile.

"You have good taste."

Kim Deok-san chuckled and sipped through the straw.

Then he frowned.

"Ugh, it's bland. This cafe hasn't improved, hasn't improved."

"I'll invite you to my cafe sometime."

"Never mind, just drink what's there."

Kim Deok-san crossed his arms and leaned back.

"Anyway, you have good friends. I came because Yoon CEO asked me so earnestly."

Thank you, Jun-ho!

If I get the right angel investor, I'll send the investment funds right away!

...First, I need to charm Kim Deok-san.

"Yes, I'm very grateful to Jun-ho. Meeting you in person is a real honor."

"Me? Who's your teacher?"

Kim Deok-san asked skeptically.

"Of course, it's you, Mr. Kim Deok-san."

I picked up the printed materials I had placed on the chair next to me.

Hundreds of pages. It took a lot of effort to lay them all on the table.

"What's this?"

"Your investment history."

"All of this?"

"Yes, articles related to you, your investment diary from 10 years ago on Facebook, in-depth interviews, recent stock holdings, and more."

"Wow, you printed a lot."

Kim Deok-san flipped through the papers casually.

"I don't know how long I've been collecting this. I've really tried hard to absorb your investment principles, methods, and style."

"Really?"

Kim Deok-san's jaw dropped, and his lips curled up.

'Look at this guy.'

Still, he spoke bluntly.

"Just finding and printing information isn't that hard. Anyone can do it if they know how to use a mouse."

Well, I didn't just print it.

These documents were created by re-converting your investment portfolio from "quality to quantity."

"And you never taught me anything, so why do you keep calling me teacher?"

"You made me money, so you're my teacher."

"What? Haha, you learned and made money like this?"

"I made a lot. I always keep your teachings in mind when investing, so the results are bound to be good."

I took out a tablet from my bag and opened the investment portfolio app.

Kim Deok-san reacted as soon as he saw the portfolio app.

It was the same app he used.

"Do you use this program too?"

"Yes, I wanted to use the same one as you."

"No, where did you hear I use this program?"

Oops, didn't I?

What does it matter.

"I caught a hint from an old interview."

"Did I? I think I did... but I'm 50, so my memory is a bit fuzzy."

"Haha, memory isn't important. Skills and intuition are. This is the skill and intuition I learned from you."

I showed the tablet screen to Kim Deok-san.

'You'll be