I'm reborn and I'm an international student again?

In a corner of the party, several well-dressed Koreans were arguing with four white men.

“What? You want us to stop importing grain and raw materials from Country H? I’m afraid that’s impossible,” said Son Jik-kyung, the current chairman of CJ CheilJedang.

The previous chairman was sentenced two years ago for embezzlement and dereliction of duty, similar to Jim Carrey's father. Sun Zhijing had just taken over as chairman when the four major grain merchants made such unreasonable demands, which he naturally found unacceptable.

"You need to understand, without our America, your South Korean companies are nothing!" The hook-nosed man looked at Sun Zhijing arrogantly.

"This is utterly absurd! You're already making me embargo food from H country, but now you're asking me to embargo food from the island nation's agricultural cooperatives too? What a joke!" Kwon Oh-hwan, chairman of Pohang International, looked even more disgusted than Son Jik-kyung.

"Your CJ CheilJedang purchases millions of tons of grain from Cargill and Bunge every year to refine edible oil. Your POSCO International is the same. Without us four major grain traders, could you make so much money? Now that I need your help to crack down on our competitors, you're still whining. Don't even think about cooperating with us in the future!" The hook-nosed man spoke very rudely, as if he were scolding his son.

The presidents of two major conglomerates were being insulted to their faces, and they didn't even dare to get angry.

“But you can’t do this. We have signed procurement contracts with other companies. Breaching the contract will severely damage our group’s reputation.” Sun Zhijing finally managed to squeeze out a sentence after holding it in for a long time.

"That's your problem, not mine!" the hook-nosed man said, continuing to do as he pleased.

"You white people are really arrogant. This is our Korean territory. I advise you to know your place." Kim Junsu, who had just walked over to greet Sun Zhijing, couldn't help but speak up after hearing those words.

He's usually so arrogant in public, even bossing Norbert around in Australia. Now, seeing two heads of state from different countries being lectured by a foreigner, he couldn't stand it.

"Who are you?" the hook-nosed man asked, frowning.

"I'm from Hanwha Group..."

"Oh, we at ABCD have business dealings with your group," the hook-nosed man said meaningfully, drawing out his words.

Kim Junsu smirked: "Are you trying to say that our feed factory was once a joint venture with you? Well, sorry, we fell out later. Hanwha needs ABCD's raw materials and some technology, and ABCD also needs Hanwha's distribution channels and absorption capacity in the Korean market. We're competitors in multiple industries. We can't be called allies; we're more like friends and rivals. Your yelling at me won't do any good, because I won't even give you the time of day!"

His words infuriated the hook-nosed man, who had actually been lectured by a lowly Korean.

"Hmph, I'll pass that on to your Chairman Kim." After saying that, the hook-nosed man left with his men.

“Uncle Sun, don’t be polite to these foreigners next time. You’re the chairman of a large corporation, why are you afraid of them? These guys are just employees of the A, B, C, and D companies. I don’t believe that if we mess with them, the four major grain merchants will stand up for them!” Kim Junsu turned to look at Sun Zhijing next to him.

"Junxiu, these people are not to be trifled with. I just took over as president, and if they deliberately cause trouble..."

“Yes, our country’s food and raw materials are all imported. If these guys find excuses to raise prices, ordinary people will think we’re deliberately raising prices.” Kwon Oh-hwan also sighed.

People in South Korea have never had a good impression of these high-and-mighty capitalists. If the prices of everyday food were to skyrocket, wouldn't these people be furious?
Kim Junsu didn't care much about this, but not long after, he ran into his older brother, Kim Carrey.

Jim Carrey, dressed in a sharp suit and wearing glasses, may not be as handsome as his younger brother, but he exudes the air of a successful businessman.

“Junxiu, your every word and action represents the family and the group. Why did you interfere in other people's affairs just now? Do you know how much your words could cause the company to lose?” Jim Carrey looked at his younger brother with a stern face.

"What's the big deal? Hanwha is a competitor of ABCD anyway, why should we care about their opinions?" Kim Junsu crossed his arms, looking completely unconcerned.

"Nonsense! There are no permanent enemies in business. As long as there is profit to be made, enemies can become friends. The group still has business dealings with them. If we ruin it because of a few words from you, we will be losing more than we gain!"

"I think you're afraid that since you just took the position of president, someone will use it as an excuse to make trouble, right?" Kim Junsu mustered up his courage and retorted, taking advantage of the large number of people around him.

Normally, he would never dare to speak to his elder brother in such a tone.

"You and Nana are just like that, neither of you are obedient!"

"You're my older brother, not my father. How can you discipline me?"

“Now that Dad’s in jail, I’m in charge of this family. If we don’t do a good job, the other uncles will definitely take the opportunity to make things difficult for us. You have to remember, Grandpa has more than one son, Father!” Jim Carrey wanted to say more, but due to the occasion, he swallowed his words.

As he watched his brother turn around and chat and laugh with several white men, Kim Junsu sneered inwardly.

A bunch of white pigs, we kimchi people are the superior race.

Upon arriving at the hotel garden, Kim Junsu saw Choi Jong-saeng sitting alone on a chair, drinking. He patted him on the shoulder and sat down beside him: "Why are you here all alone?"

"What were you doing going in? Waiting to be mocked for building rockets? Why did you come out too?" Cui Zhongsheng clinked glasses with him.

"What else could it be? I just got a lecture from my older brother." Kim Junsu shrugged.

"Haha, you used to always try to manage Jin Nana like your older brother did. Now you know how unpleasant it is to be managed, right?" Cui Zhongsheng laughed.

"How can that be the same? If Nana isn't cared for, she'll become a wild girl. She's always learning martial arts in Australia. She doesn't act like a girl at all!" Kim Junsu pouted.

To be honest, he had indeed been learning from his older brother in some ways, wholeheartedly considering the family's interests. But now that he was the one being disciplined, he found himself, like Jin Nana, feeling a touch of rebellion.

“I used to think that way too, but now I think she’s actually quite special. But my parents definitely won’t like a girl like that, so I still have to change her,” Choi Jong-saeng confessed to his friend.

"You and Nana..."

"I don't know either. Let's take it one step at a time."

"Do we really have to insist on building rockets?" Kim Junsu didn't want to talk about his sister anymore, so he asked instead.

"Do you feel you've lost too much and should cut your losses? Because many people outside are laughing at us. But let me tell you, Junxiu, the future belongs to technology! A country like ours, lacking resources, needs to master something to stand on. A few months ago, AlphaGo defeated Lee Sedol 4-1. He is the top Go player in our country, even in the world! This is enough to prove that the future belongs to technological innovation!" Choi Jong-saeng's expression turned serious.

Lee Sedol's fame in South Korea is comparable to Yao Ming's in South Korea; he is a world champion known to everyone.

The fact that even such a figure could be defeated by AI has a profound impact on the South Korean people.

Seeing that Kim Junsu remained silent, Choi Jong-saeng spoke again: "Are you still unhappy about Carsales acquiring the car platform? It's really nothing. The Korean market is only so big, and the annual transaction volume is limited. There's no need to hold onto it. You're actually concerned about Norbert, aren't you? You feel that now that the positions have been reversed, you're losing face?"

"..."

Kim Junsu remained silent, but his silence was the best answer he could give.

“Let me tell you, you have to think about it this way. Once our space-based 5G communication constellation project is completed, at least half of the world's countries will be connected to our network, especially places like Australia that lack even undersea fiber optic cables and simply can't do without it. Many countries are now heavily investing in electric vehicles, and Norbert has invested a lot of money; the future definitely belongs to driverless cars. Just imagine, on that day, won't Norbert be begging you to grant him network access?” “That makes sense!”

Choi Jong-sung's words roused Kim Jun-su, who could almost see Norbert humbly begging him in the future.

Xinlu, a financial company.

"Where is Mr. Chen? We haven't been able to see him for a while."

"Yes, when I call, they either say they're on a business trip out of town or in a meeting. We can't let this drag on any longer!"

"Why is it so hard to get money after all this delaying?"

"Mr. Chen is indeed not in the company; he must be in a meeting. Gentlemen, would you please come another time?"

Several bosses sat on the sofa in the lobby complaining incessantly. The receptionist received a phone call and quickly stepped forward with a smile to smooth things over.

"Another meeting? Is President Chen busier than the leader?" one boss said sarcastically. This was the third time he had come to collect a debt. His company was on the verge of collapse due to the bank withdrawing its loans, and he was hoping to get money from Chen Yifeng to tide him over.

"You said you were in a meeting last time you came. Can't you come up with a different excuse?" another boss said, dissatisfied. It was obvious to everyone that Chen Yifeng was deliberately avoiding them.

"Your company isn't planning to run away like Ezubao, is it?" the third boss finally couldn't help but question.

“How could that be! Mr. Chen is a local entrepreneur with other businesses in Xinlu. He would never do such a thing,” a client manager quickly stepped forward to explain.

Meanwhile, Chen Yifeng was at the bank demanding his deposit back.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, our bank manager is out in a meeting and is not in the bank," a female bank manager said politely.

"What a coincidence! Every time I come here, he says he's in a meeting. Is he busier than the leader?" Chen Yifeng never expected that the words he usually used to brush off others would be used against him verbatim.

"Why don't you come another day?"

"I need my money today! Are you kidding me? This is my money! By the nature of a bank, you are just the custodian. Are you trying to hide it from me by dragging this out?" Chen Yifeng became more and more agitated as he spoke, attracting the attention of the other depositors.

"Please don't say that. I've explained it many times. The bank manager really isn't here. Without his signature, I can't process your transfer."

"I don't care! Your bank is just making excuses not to pay back the money! Who would dare to deposit money with you in the future? You're nothing but robbers and swindlers!"

"I'm not saving anymore, I'm not saving anymore."

"I'm not saving it anymore."

Chen Yifeng's words prompted several customers who were making deposits to immediately stop their transactions.

There had been previous news reports of banks misappropriating deposits to buy wealth management products, which made them even more fearful.

Seeing him causing trouble, the female manager became less polite and said coldly, "Mr. Chen, if you continue like this, we will call the police."

"Go ahead and report it! Let's see who's afraid of who!" Chen Yifeng shouted loudly.

"Security!" the female manager called out to a uniformed man behind Chen Yifeng.

The next second, Chen Yifeng was grabbed by the arms by two men. He struggled desperately and shouted, "What are you doing? You took my money and now you want to kick me out?"

Huajing, China Grain Group.

"Now is the critical moment for us to fight the grain and oil war with ABCD. I didn't expect that Huahetong would not be defeated by its opponents, but instead be stabbed in the back by its own people." Chen Xi's face was ashen as he looked at the middle-aged man sitting opposite him.

"President Chen, please watch your words. What do you mean by being betrayed by your own people? Do you know how many companies are already complaining about your business competition? Raw material prices are changing every day, which is simply disrupting market order!" The group's current chairman, Tao Guangxiao, slammed his hand on the table.

"A short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one. If we lose this war over grain and oil, ABCD will only become more arrogant, and they will control future oil prices!" Chen Xi responded without backing down, slamming his fist on the table.

"Mr. Chen is still too young. Have you heard of 'learning from the barbarians to subdue them'? Over the years, through a series of collaborations with ABCD, China Grain has rapidly grown into a world-class grain trader. The year before last, we also successively acquired Nidera and Noble Agri, possessing overseas assets and networks capable of competing with ABCD in major grain-producing regions worldwide. We are not afraid of them, but rather aim to grow steadily and ultimately counter them." Tao Guangxiao looked at Chen Xi as if he were looking at an immature junior, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Learn from the barbarians to control them? I don't recall this method being completely successful in history," Chen Xi retorted.

"Heh, this tactic might not be very effective domestically, but it did work in Japan before," Tao Guangxiao said sarcastically.

He was referring to the old story of how the island nation modernized through the Meiji Restoration.

"President Tao, you really know how to talk. I can understand your idea of ​​taking a long-term approach to fight against ABCD, but why are you interfering with Huahetong's efforts to deal with them? This makes one wonder if Hualiang has secretly reached some agreement with ABCD to turn against its own people?" Chen Xi pressed on.

"Bang!" Upon hearing this, Tao Guangxiao flew into a rage and slammed his fist on the table again.

"Mr. Chen, watch your position! You're just a businessman, while I was appointed directly by higher-ups. Besides, Hualiang is a Chinese enterprise, and your Huahetong also has the 'Chinese' in its name. Is this how you talk to your superiors?"

“Huahetong has the character ‘Hua’ in its name, but it’s not a Chinese enterprise, and I’m not your subordinate. Don’t yell at me like that. We cooperate with the All-China Federation of Supply and Marketing Cooperatives, and Director Fan is even a level higher than you, yet he doesn’t act like a bureaucrat!” Chen Xi said, lighting a cigarette at a leisurely pace.

Many people might think that Tao Guangxiao's position was very high, not small at all. But Chen Xi knew that the turnover rate of the chairman of Hualiang was about the same as that of the Grand Commander of Eastern Wu.

Don't let the guy's arrogant attitude fool you; he might be called in for questioning tomorrow. Therefore, Chen Xi wasn't afraid of him at all.

"I now demand that Huahetong immediately cease all market-disrupting activities!" Tao Guangxiao said, barely suppressing his anger.

Few people have ever dared to smoke so casually in his office.

"What if I say no?" Chen Xi asked, a cigarette dangling from his lips, as he looked up at the other person.

"Heh, you should know very well the size of Hualiang Group. This is like two swordsmen dueling. Do you want to test the sharpness of my sword?" Tao Guangxiao grabbed a pen from the table, his tone stern.

"Is that so? My sword is just as effective!" Chen Xi said, a cigarette between his fingers, showing no sign of backing down.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the office became tense and fraught with tension, as if the air itself had frozen. (End of Chapter)