The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 255 Good Brother, Let's Cut Him Down
Seoul, Gangnam-gu, Daechi-dong, Hangang Sports Newspaper Office, President's Office

"President, are you going to sell the newspaper?" Pei Yongjun's question startled Lin Bingxian so much that he almost jumped out of his chair.

"Oh, you, Yongjun, you..." Lin Bingxian looked at Pei Yongjun with a surprised and uncertain look in his eyes, "How did you know?"

"Who did you listen to?"

He received an acquisition offer from Kakao Entertainment and was hesitating when Bae Yong-joon's words cut him off.

"President, just tell me, is it true?" Bae Young-joon asked again. "It's too difficult to hide something under the noses of dozens of reporters."

“I… sigh…” Lin Bingxian looked at Pei Yongjun, hesitated for a long time, and then nodded. “That’s right, there is such a thing. Someone offered a very high price.”

"Young-joon, I'm really getting old, my energy is declining day by day." He sighed deeply, looking at Bae Young-joon with a complicated expression, "And..."

"Besides, Yongjun, you're not meant to stay here forever. You'll leave this place someday, won't you?"

"Without you, I really don't have the confidence to keep the newspaper running."

"Rather than let the name of Hanjiang Sports be ruined in my hands, I'd rather stop here."

Lin Bingxian, whose resolve had wavered, finally voiced his thoughts.

When he first discovered Bae Young-joon, he was overjoyed, feeling that he had a chance to revitalize the newspaper. However, Bae Young-joon's rise exceeded his expectations, and made him realize that Bae Young-joon was ultimately destined for greatness.

He held his breath and helped him win the East Asia News Award, which fulfilled one of his own dreams. At this time, he received a notice of acquisition from Kakao Entertainment, and the idea of ​​retiring and quitting suddenly took over his mind.

"Yongjun, I'm so sorry."

"Tell me what you want."

"I can talk to them and get you the editor-in-chief position."

"As for other requests, such as salary, bonuses, how many people you have under you, and what they want, just tell me."

He looked earnestly at Bae Young-joon.

"President," unexpectedly, Bae Young-joon shook his head, "I don't want any of these."

“Well, then you…” Lin Bingxian was taken aback.

"I only need one thing from you." Bae Young-joon held up one finger.

"What?" Lin Bingxian asked.

Bae Young-joon stood up, looked around the office, walked behind Lim Byung-heon's desk, and patted the large president's office chair.

Within the small confines of the newspaper office, this chair symbolized supreme power.

"President, please give this to me," he said softly.

"Only with this can we truly make changes and allow Hanjiang Sports to truly survive."

"These four words contain your hard work and dedication."

Bae Young-joon nodded slightly as he looked at Lim Byung-heon, whose eyes lit up.

He had a shallow foundation in the journalism industry, while Lin Bingxian, though lacking in ambition, had accumulated a network of connections and experience over the decades. It would be a great pity if these were to disappear with his retirement.

"Well, President Lin Bingxian was tempted for a moment, but then he frowned. "Yongjun, I know you are the most suitable person to be president, but the new acquiring party will definitely hold on to this position."

"I think I'm afraid..."

“The acquiring party will agree,” Bae Young-joon interrupted him, his tone certain.

Under Lin Bingxian's surprised gaze, he pulled out a contract from his pocket and handed it to him.

It was the equity split agreement he signed with Kakao Entertainment.

"This, this..." Lin Bingxian's eyes widened as he looked at the three words "Pei Yongjun" after the 51% equity share, and he could hardly believe it.

Where did Bae Young-joon get the money? Or has his relationship with Woo Kyung-ho deepened to this extent?
Lin Bingxian increasingly felt that Bae Yongjun was unfathomable, but it was precisely this kind of person who was the best choice to entrust his life's work to.

"Is it true?" he couldn't help but ask. "It is true." Bae Young-joon nodded, looking at Lim Byung-heon with intense eyes.

"President, please entrust me with the hard work you've put into Hanjiang Sports. I will make this name shine brightly."

"Great! That's wonderful." Lin Bingxian stood up, the huge weight that had been pressing on his heart finally lifted.

He was extremely excited to have both retired gracefully and entrusted the newspaper to someone he could rely on.

"I will definitely cooperate fully! If you need anything, just let me know!"

Lin Bingxian paced excitedly around the office for a while before finally sitting down again. He looked at Pei Yongjun and said earnestly, "Yongjun, how much support is President Yu willing to give you? If it's difficult, the price is negotiable."

In his mind, since the money was ultimately paid by Woo Kyung-ho, Bae Young-joon probably came to talk to him about this today in order to negotiate the price.

But he's willing, as long as he doesn't entrust the wrong person, he's willing to ask for less money, even half of it.

Lin Bingxian gritted his teeth, prepared to bleed profusely, but Bae Yongjun in front of him shook his head again, "President, actually, you don't need to cooperate so much. Hanjiang Sports is a place that embodies your life's work, and its value is extraordinary."

“It can’t just be worth 10 billion. I think it should be at least 20 billion, and 30 billion is also negotiable.”

"Huh?" Lin Bingxian was taken aback.

Is this how you bargain?
Which side are you, Bae Yong-joon, on?

"President, we, the people of Hanjiang Sports, should of course stand together."

Bae Young-joon put his arm around Lim Byung-heon's shoulder, looking at his still dazed expression, and whispered, "After it's done, we..."

"Ah, ah~" Lin Bingxian's face lit up with a knowing smile, overjoyed. "Yongjun, I really didn't misjudge you, hahaha."

"Half of it, the extra half, I'll give you half!"

The two stood side by side, laughing happily.

Bae Young-joon pictured Woo Kyung-ho's ambitious face in his mind.

President Yu, my dear brother, don't blame me. After all, we're good brothers. I can't turn this knife on an outsider.

But if we're talking about good brothers, then isn't Lee Ji-eun, whom he likes, practically his sister-in-law...?

cough cough.

Brother, don't blame me, she took the initiative.

Bae Young-joon felt a surge of emotion when he thought of Lee Ji-eun's innocent, white face.

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"What? 300 billion?" Yu Qinghao frowned as he looked at his secretary. "He really won't budge?"

"President, Lin Bingxian is holding firm on his offer, and we're trying to figure something out." The secretary looked somewhat dejected. "The negotiations were going well, but then he suddenly raised the price. Now the company is about to start preparing for your project, and we're a bit short on funds..."

Yu Qinghao nodded, his expression somewhat grim.

A moment of silence filled the room. The secretary hesitated before speaking, "President, do you think it's possible that Lin Bingxian got wind of something, and from Pei..."

“No, that won’t happen,” Woo Kyung-ho interrupted him. “Young-joon is a man who always repays kindness. I’ve got my eye on him.”

"Let's go with 300 billion."

"Let's act quickly and resolve this by mortgaging the company's land in Hedong to generate cash flow."

"Yes," the secretary replied.

"And another thing," the secretary asked, "do you still want the flowers you sent to Ms. Ji-eun's studio this year...?"

“Give it to her, even an iron rod can be ground into a needle.” Yu Qinghao revealed a confident smile and muttered to himself, “I’m not in a hurry, she can’t escape.”

"That's right, that's right, definitely." The secretary chuckled along.

(End of this chapter)