Peninsula: I can steal the luck of disgraced celebrities

Chapter 128 Cleaning the House

【Love Train - Group Skill: Things that are to your advantage will always happen smoothly, while things that are to your disadvantage will be reflected back to any evildoer in the world.】

This thing doesn't enhance luck.

What is "strong luck"? It's gambling.

When you have your skills active, you're a gambling god; when you turn them off, you're a hopeless gambler being chased by the bookies for debt.

Numerically speaking, when it's on, the luck value is raised to +80%, but when it's off, it drops to -80%, with the backlash coming quickly and severely.

But the Love Train is different.

It doesn't give you extra good luck; it only does one thing: guarantee a minimum.

Lock your luck above zero, so it doesn't fall. The part that falls, transfer it away, and give it to some unlucky bastard.

Defensive skills.

Moreover, it's a group skill.

This skill can be applied to other players, provided that the other player is not a villainous unit.

He then flipped through the "Appraisal" section.

The skill has changed; the required good deeds points have increased from 5 to 10. He once casually gave an appraisal to a passing office worker to see what changes would occur.

[Neutral Passerby - A Cog in the Machine of Society]

Career Luck: 3%

[Romantic Luck: 21%]

[Wealth: -12%]

[Health Luck: -6%]

Financial luck is -12%, health luck is -6%, but romantic luck is quite good, at 21%.

He imagined a scenario in his mind: this guy would probably get rear-ended by a beautiful woman who was driving absentmindedly, and lose a little money.

The "strong luck" has also changed.

There's an additional payment option: you can choose to accumulate luck over time, like a piggy bank, and spend it all at once when you've saved enough, without having to pay back the debt later.

Lin Zhixun immediately thought of a combination of two skills.

Keep the "Love Train" active every day to ensure you stay safe. While staying safe, the "good luck quota" that would otherwise be used up will be saved. The saved portion can be accumulated using the new "strong luck" mode, and then used to go all in at the crucial moment.

One is a safety net, the other is a build-up of power—a combination punch.

But what's the cost?

Lin Zhixun looked down.

【Love Train】Each time you lock in a type of luck, 1 point of good deeds will be consumed every 10 minutes.

All four types of luck are locked, and 576 points of good deeds are needed per day.

He did some mental calculations.

"Silenced" is still showing in theaters, consistently generating 200 to 400 points of merit for him every day. But movies don't stay in theaters forever; what happens after it's taken off the screens?

Unless this film actually drives legislative reform in South Korea.

Or he might sell the copyright to Japan, China, or North America.

As long as there are still viewers, and as long as there are still people whose lives have been changed by this movie, the good deeds value will continue to accumulate.

But that's for later.

He now carries a mirror in his pocket and checks his luck value every day; if it turns negative, he hangs the "Love Train" on it.

In addition, he also hung a "Love Train · Health" sign on Yisheng's phone while he was lying in the hospital bed.

You need to consume 144 points of good deeds every day.

I was too lazy before, that's why I don't have enough good deeds points now.

Lin Zhixun's car was parked in front of the Hosung building.

When he arrived a few days ago, this drab six-story building still carried the scent of YG, with the stainless steel nameplate at the entrance reflecting the light.

The nameplate is still there, but there are two more security guards at the entrance, wearing new uniforms and temporary employee badges pinned to their chests.

Kim Bum-soo was indeed quick.

The acquisition process was completed, and the documents for the change of legal representative were only stamped yesterday, but he was summoned over today.

Lin Zhixun pushed open the door and went in.

A young woman in her early twenties was sitting at the front desk, tidying up files with her head down. She looked up when she heard footsteps and gave a professional smile.

Hello, may I ask...?

My smile froze.

She recognized Lin Zhixun.

The last time he came, she was the one who directed him to the sixth floor. She never expected that just a few days later, he would become the company boss.

"Mr. Lin—?"

Lin Zhixun nodded.

"Um—may I ask who you are today?"

"Have a meeting. Notify all senior executives. It will be in the conference room on the sixth floor in half an hour."

"OK."

After Lin Zhixun took the elevator up...

The receptionist quickly picked up the internal phone and started making calls one by one.

The sixth floor.

Yang Hyun-suk's office had been emptied; the cigar jar on the desk was gone, and the leather swivel chair had been replaced with an ordinary black mesh chair.

The window was open, and a cold wind blew in, dissipating most of the lingering cigar smell.

Lin Zhixun didn't go into the office; he went directly to the conference room next door.

The long table can seat fourteen people, the projector hangs from the ceiling, and the whiteboard still displays the notes from the last meeting.

IP0 Roadshow Schedule.

It's no longer useful.

He sat down in the main seat, pretending to look at his phone, but actually looking at the system panel.

Twenty minutes later, people began to arrive.

The first person to enter was a man in his forties, dressed in a sharp suit with his hair neatly combed.

Upon seeing Lin Zhixun sitting in the main seat, he paused for a moment, then put on a smile.

"Representative Lin, I've heard so much about you."

Lin Zhixun glanced at him but didn't say anything.

The man consciously chose the third seat on the right and sat down.

Over the next ten minutes, eight more people came in. Some were expressionless, some had stiff expressions, some tried to get close to Lin Chih-hsun, and some deliberately chose seats furthest from the head of the table.

Everyone is watching him.

Lin Zhixun could feel those gazes; some were curious, some were wary, some were ingratiating, and a few were not so friendly.

A girl who looked like a secretary came in last, carrying a stack of folders, and hesitated for a moment in the seat next to Lin Zhixun.

"Sit down," Lin Zhixun said.

She sat down and placed the folder on the table.

Lin Zhixun glanced around.

Ten people, nine men and one woman, ranging in age from their early thirties to their fifties, this is YG's middle and upper management.

"Is everyone here?"

The secretary glanced at the list and whispered, "Director Park from the production department has taken leave, saying he's not feeling well."

Lin Zhixun wrote down the name.

If someone doesn't come to a meeting, it's either because they're genuinely sick, or because they feel the new boss can't handle things.

"Let's begin." Lin Zhixun leaned back in his chair. "I've just taken over, so I'm not familiar with any of you."

"Everyone, please introduce yourself, what your responsibilities are, how many people you have under you, and what projects you are currently working on."

"Start from the right."

The first one on the right is a tall, thin man in his early forties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

He stood up and cleared his throat.

"Hello, Representative Lin. I am Li Shangyuan, the head of the planning department, responsible for the company's overall artist planning direction and new talent selection."

Lin Zhixun looked at him and tapped his finger lightly under the table.

【Identification】

The system panel pops up.

【Li Shangyuan | Villain - A sycophant who deceives his superiors and flatters his subordinates】

Career Luck: 17%

[Romantic Luck: -3%]

[Wealth Luck: 41%]

[Health Luck: 8%]

Lin Zhixun remained expressionless, even with a slight smile on his lips, as if he were listening attentively to what he was saying.

"We are currently working on the debut plan for a new girl group in the first quarter of next year, and the members have been narrowed down to the final seven."

"Thank you for your hard work," Lin Zhixun said.

His tone was flat, neither questioning nor denying.

Lee Sang-won sat down, his expression clearly showing relief.

next.

"I am Choi Myung-sik, the deputy director of the operations department, and I am mainly responsible for the artists' schedule management and business liaison."

【Identification】

【Choi Myung-sik, Neutral, King of Slacking Off】

Career Luck: 5%

[Romantic Luck: 11%]

[Wealth: -2%]

[Health Luck: 12%]

Lin Zhixun nodded.

next.

"Finance Manager Jung Tae-soo is responsible for the company's overall finances and taxes."

He was in his early fifties, his fingers trembled slightly as he spoke, and he avoided eye contact with Lin Zhixun.

【Identification】

【Jung Tae-soo, the Villain - The Big Rat】

Career Luck: -22%

[Romantic Luck: 0%]

[Wealth Luck: 31%]

[Health Luck: -15%]

Lin Zhixun's fingers paused for a moment.

This all comes from my uncle, Kim Bum-soo.

After Jung Tae-soo sat down, Lim Ji-hoon noticed that there was sweat on his forehead.

One by one.

The one from the Ministry of Justice is relatively clean; the label is "cautious fence-sitter," with no villainous label.

The head of the A&R department, [Neutral], was labeled as [A person who genuinely loves music]. Lin Chih-hsun glanced at him a couple more times.

"Okay, I understand the general situation now."

That's all for today. Everyone, go about your business.

Lin Zhixun stood up.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; they had thought the boss was going to make an example of someone right away.

Once everyone else had left, Lin Zhixun turned to look at his secretary, who was organizing documents beside him.

"Please provide me with the personnel files of Minister Lee Sang-won and Minister Jung Tae-soo."

"And I also want Director Park from the production department, who wasn't here today."

The secretary paused for a second, then nodded and made a note of it.

He would definitely replace those corrupt organizations and then promote a few with clean backgrounds and good fortune in wealth and career from among them.

Lin Zhixun pushed open the door, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the button for the first floor.

He watched the elevator numbers drop down, then took out his phone and sent a message to Kim Bum-soo.

[Two need to be replaced, one needs to be checked; the list will be sent to you later.]

Kim Bum-soo replied instantly: 【It's only the first day, boss.】

Lin Zhixun: [This is your company; you are the boss.]

Lin Chih-hsun: [After buying a new house, the first thing to do is to clean it thoroughly.]

Kim Bum-soo: [Here you go, don't bother me.]

The elevator arrived at the first floor and the doors opened.

The girl at the front desk watched him from afar, standing ramrod straight, as if ready to receive instructions at any moment.

Lin Zhixun nodded to her, then pushed open the door and stepped into the cold wind outside.

At nine o'clock the next morning, Lin Zhixun appeared on the sixth floor of the Hosung building on time.

He didn't go to the meeting room; he knocked on the door of the finance department directly.

Jung Tae-soo was sitting behind his desk with a pile of reports spread out in front of him. When he saw Lim Ji-hoon come in, he jumped, his knee hitting the bottom of the desk with a thud.

"Lin—Representative Lin."

Lin Zhixun pulled up a chair and sat down, as casually as if he were just visiting someone.

"Minister Zheng, are you busy?"

"No, no, no, I'm just organizing last quarter's 'I came here to have a chat'."

Lin Chih-hsun interrupted him, placing his hands crossed on his knees.

"The IRS officials should be coming in the next couple of days, right?"

Jung Tae-soo looked as if all the blood had been drained from his face in an instant, turning completely pale.

"I—this—"

"You know better than anyone which route Yang Hyun-suk's overseas funds are taking."

Lin Zhixun's tone was not threatening at all; he even smiled.

"Minister Zheng, I'm not here to interrogate you, I'm here to help you."

Jung Tae-soo's lips moved twice, but no sound came out.

"It's only a matter of time before the IRS investigates you. Whether you're taken away as a suspect or as a witness who cooperates voluntarily makes a big difference."

"I----"

"Of course, if you resign now and leave with your twelve years of experience, the company will give you a reasonable severance package."

Lin Zhixun paused for a moment.

"After the compensation, this company has nothing to do with anything else."

Jung Tae-soo stared at the report on the table for more than ten seconds. His hands were trembling, more so than during yesterday's meeting.

"I need to think about it."

"Give me an answer before you leave work today."

Lin Zhixun stood up.

"Minister Zheng, it's been twelve years. You should know better than me where the waterline of this ship is."

He turned and left.

The moment the door closed, he heard a long sigh coming from inside.

Next up is Lee Sang-won.

This person is more difficult to deal with than Jung Tae-soo. The villainous label is that of a sycophant who deceives superiors and flatters subordinates, not a rat, which means that his problem may not be about money, or rather, it is not just about money.

Lin Zhixun didn't go directly to him, but instead went to the practice room next to the planning department.

The third and fourth floors of this building are practice rooms. The soundproof doors are closed, and muffled music can be heard coming from inside.

Several young people were sitting and resting against the wall in the corridor. When they saw Lin Zhixun walking over, they all stood up and bowed.

A girl with a ponytail hesitated for a moment after seeing Lin Zhixun, then walked over and asked, "Representative Lin—excuse me, how is Sister Yisheng?"

Lin Chih-hsun stopped in his tracks.

"Do you know Yisheng?"

"We were trainees at the same time." The girl lowered her head, her voice almost inaudible, "After the incident, the company forbade us to mention it—"

"Who told you not to mention it?"

The girl's gaze drifted towards the end of the corridor, where a sign reading "Planning Department" hung.

Lin Zhixun understood.

"Yisheng is recovering well," he said. "What's your name?"

"Han — Han Ji-eun".

Lin Zhixun nodded and continued walking forward.

He walked to the entrance of the planning department, but instead of going in, he turned into the personnel archives room next door.

There was no one inside, only rows of metal cabinets. He pulled out the internal folders of the planning department and found the selection materials for the new girl group.

The files of the seven candidates were neatly arranged, each bearing Li Shangyuan's signature and annotations.

Lin Zhixun looked through them one by one.

He stopped when he got to the third serving.

Next to the candidate's photo, Li Shangyuan wrote a line of small characters in pencil, so faint that they were almost invisible unless you looked closely.

"Confirmed after the interview, the cooperation level is high."

Compatibility.

Lin Chih-hsun took out the file, took a picture of it, and put it back in its place.

He then flipped through the other documents, and found similar annotations in the fifth and seventh documents as well.

"Highly motivated" and "Understands company culture".

On the surface, these annotations seem fine.

However, considering the recent sex scandal involving Yang Hyun-suk, the meaning of these words changes.

Lin Zhixun closed the filing cabinet and walked out of the personnel office.

At 2 PM, Lin Zhixun had his secretary notify Li Shangyuan to come to the sixth floor.

Li Shangyuan arrived quickly, knocking lightly and rhythmically, and entered with a smile on his face.

"Is Representative Lin looking for me?"

"sit."

Li Shangyuan sat down, his posture relaxed, as if he were there to report on his work.

Lin Zhixun turned his phone screen towards him.

The pencil writing in the photo is clearly visible.

Lee Sang-won's smile froze.

"What does this mean?" Lin Zhixun asked.

"This is just my assessment of the candidate's overall qualities."

"You know perfectly well what kind of people Yang Hyun-suk was screening when he assigned you to do it."

"Representative Lin, this is a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Lin Zhixun leaned forward, resting his arm on the table.

"Let me rephrase the question. The National Tax Service is investigating Yang Hyun-suk's sex trafficking case. If someone appears on the list of people involved, who do you think the prosecutor will choose in the selection process?"

Lee Sang-won opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again.

His expression was exactly the same as Jung Tae-soo's just now.

"I—I was just following orders—"

I'm giving you two choices.

Lin Zhixun held up two fingers.

"First, write your resignation letter now. Make up your own reasons; I won't hold you accountable."

"Secondly, I handed these materials over to the prosecutor who is conducting the investigation."

Lee Sang-won's Adam's apple bobbed.

"—Resignation letter, to be submitted today."

"clever."

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