Peninsula: I can steal the luck of disgraced celebrities

Chapter 130 Uncle Kim Ye-seung

Lin Zhixun was in his YG office flipping through a copyright contract when he heard the phone ring and glanced at the caller ID.

Choi Eun-hee? Could it be that Ye-seung has woken up?

With a joyful heart, Lin Zhixun answered the phone.

"Shihoon, there's something—"

Choi Eun-hee's voice trembled, as if she was enduring something.

Upon hearing this voice, Lin Zhixun had a bad feeling.

If I weren't under the "Love Train Health" banner, what could possibly happen to Yisheng?

"Yisheng—has the situation worsened?"

"No, it's Yisheng's uncle who's here."

"He and his wife are in the hospital corridor right now." Choi Eun-hee took a deep breath. "They said they want to exercise their guardianship rights, demand to take over Yi-seung's medical decision-making authority, and also—that compensation."

"How did he know?"

"I don't know. It might be that the hospital leaked the information, or it might be that—" Choi Eun-hee paused for a moment, "They've been keeping an eye on Ye-seung all along."

Lin Zhixun threw the contract on the table.

"Are they making a scene?"

"It's not just a fuss." Choi Eun-hee lowered her voice. "His uncle brought a legal document, saying that as Kim Ye-seung's only legal guardian, he demands that I hand over this money to him."

"They said I'm not Yisheng's guardian and therefore have no right to use this money."

Lin Zhixun closed his eyes briefly.

As a law student who was just coasting through his first year, he had a general understanding of South Korean guardianship laws.

Article 974 of the current Civil Code stipulates that direct blood relatives and collateral blood relatives within the third degree of kinship have mutual support obligations.

However, Article 1000 regarding the order of inheritance stipulates that even if the guardian has never fulfilled any care obligations, the right of inheritance exists as long as the legal kinship exists.

This law will not be amended in the original timeline until after the Goo Hara case.

In 2019, Goo Hara passed away. Her mother, who had abandoned her when she was a child, stepped forward to claim half of her estate, causing a public uproar and ultimately leading to the legislation of the so-called "Goo Hara Law".

But it is now 2011.

That law hasn't been changed yet.

"Dean Cui, don't get into a direct confrontation with them yet," Lin Zhixun stood up, picked up his coat, and said, "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

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"Okay, and one more thing—" Choi Eun-hee hesitated for a moment, "His uncle uses some really offensive language, so don't get too angry when he does."

Lin Zhixun gripped the phone case tightly.

Lin Zhixun left the office and made another phone call in the elevator.

D club.

The nuclear bomb manufacturer of South Korean entertainment news.

Their core business is not reporting the news, but controlling the news and releasing the most lethal information at the most opportune time.

Lim Ji-hoon is now the de facto manager of YG Entertainment, so it wouldn't be difficult for him to connect with Dispatch.

The call connected, and a young woman's voice answered.

"Hello, Dispatch editorial department."

"I'm Lim Ji-hoon from YG Entertainment. Please forward this to your CEO."

There was a pause on the other end, then the tone immediately changed, "Please wait a moment."

Thirty seconds later, a middle-aged man's voice rang out.

"Oh, Representative Lin, it's an honor to meet you."

"President Li, I have a story that you might be interested in."

"What story?"

"An orphan trainee fell from the company building and received compensation. Then, his uncle, who hadn't been seen for years, suddenly appeared and wanted to take all the money as his guardian."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"This uncle even forged her mental disability diagnosis back then and locked her in an orphanage for three years, all in order to seize the inheritance left by her grandmother."

"When will I receive the materials?"

"today."

"Representative Lin." The D Society president's voice carried the excitement of a reporter smelling blood. "This kind of story doesn't need you coming to me; I'm the one begging you."

I hung up the phone.

The taxi was already parked downstairs at YG. Lin Zhixun got into the back seat and gave the hospital address.

As he started the car, he made another phone call.

"Oppa?" IU's voice was hoarse, and you could tell she hadn't been sleeping well these past few days.

"Come to the hospital."

"What happened?"

"Yisheng's uncle is here, I need you to come and help out."

"I'm leaving now."

Lin Chih-hsun put down his phone and looked at the street scene rushing past the car window.

He didn't want U to get involved, but to ignite public opinion, Dispatch's report alone wasn't enough; he needed to add a few more explosive elements.

U is the nation's little sister, she brings her own fan base, and we can also hype up her story with Ye-seung.

Otherwise, the South Korean public wouldn't recognize the name Ye-seung, making it difficult for the incident to escalate.

The taxi turned into the hospital's underground parking lot, Lin Zhixun paid the fare, got out of the car, and took the elevator upstairs.

At the end of the corridor, he saw two people in the distance.

The man was in his early fifties, wearing a yellow jacket, with thinning hair, and a thick gold chain around his neck.

The woman next to me was wearing a fur-trimmed coat, had her hair permed, and was sitting on a chair in the corridor, crossing her legs and scrolling through her phone.

In front of the two people was a red plastic bag containing several boxes of cheap snacks, probably intended as "gifts for visiting the sick".

The man was yelling at a nurse.

"I told you I'm her guardian! Why won't you let me in? I'm her uncle!"

The nurse took a step back, her expression not looking good.

Lin Zhixun walked over.

"Are you Kim Sung-cheol?"

Before he arrived, Dean Cui had told him the couple's names.

Lin Zhixun walked up to her, and the nurse stepped back with a sigh of relief.

Kim Sung-cheol turned his head and glanced at Lim Ji-hoon. His hoodie was wrinkled and his hair was unkempt; he didn't look like a rich person.

Who are you?

"Yisheng's friend."

"Friends?" Kim Sung-cheol curled his lip. "What good are friends? I'm her uncle, her legal guardian, don't you understand?"

His wife looked up at this moment, rolled her eyes twice, and put on a smile.

"Hey, young man, you're quite handsome. You're the one who helped Yisheng sign the compensation agreement, right?"

Lin Zhixun didn't look at her.

"Kim Sung-cheol, what is your purpose in coming here?"

"What's your purpose? I've come to see my niece!" Kim Sung-cheol raised his voice. "She fell from the building; how could I, as her uncle, not come to see her?"

"Why didn't you visit her when she was in the orphanage three years ago?"

Kim Sung-cheol's expression changed for a moment, but he quickly recovered.

"That's different. Back then, she had someone to take care of her, but I was busy with work—"

"Are you busy transferring her grandmother's house to your name?"

The corridor was quiet for two seconds.

Kim Sung-cheol's eyes changed; they were filled with annoyance at being hit where it hurt.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" He took a step forward. "I'm her legal guardian, and the 800 million won compensation... Who told you it's 800 million?"

Kim Sung-cheol was stunned.

He let it slip that if he had only "heard there was compensation," he wouldn't know the exact amount.

Lin Zhixun looked at him.

"Someone notified you, right? Someone from Yang Hyun-suk's side?"

Kim Sung-cheol's mouth moved twice, but he couldn't say anything. His wife, however, reacted quickly, standing up and pulling his arm.

"We don't care who notified us, but legally this money should be kept by the guardian, that's the law."

The woman's voice was neither loud nor soft, as if she had recited it from memory.

"Jin Yisheng is under twenty years old and is considered a person with limited capacity for civil conduct. His guardian has the right to manage his property on his behalf."

Lin Chih-hsun did not speak.

She's right.

This is the absurdity of the current law.

A person who has never fulfilled any guardianship obligations, a person who sent his own niece to an orphanage, a person who forged medical certificates.

As long as his guardianship is not revoked by the court, he remains the legal guardian.

Seeing that Lim Ji-hoon was silent, Kim Sung-cheol assumed he had chickened out and straightened his back a bit.

"If you know what's good for you, give me your bank card. I'm not one to be reasonable. We won't skimp on Yisheng's medical expenses."

"She will be paid back the rest of the money after she wakes up."

"You will give it to her," Lin Zhixun repeated.

"certainly."

"Give it to her like the house she left for her grandmother?"

Kim Sung-cheol's face flushed red. Before he could speak, the elevator doors at the end of the corridor opened.

IU has emerged.

She was wearing a baseball cap, her mask pulled down to her chin, and her eyes were still swollen, but she walked quickly, almost jogging.

Kim Sung-cheol's wife recognized her, her mouth opening and closing.

"Oppa." IU walked up to Lim Ji-hoon, glanced at Kim Sung-cheol, and said, "Is it him?"

"Um."

"You don't deserve to stand here." Her voice was soft, but every word was clear.

Kim Sung-cheol was embarrassed by what a young girl had said to him. Just as he was about to lash out, footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

There were two people, a man and a woman. The man was carrying a video camera, and the woman was holding a voice recorder.

The badge hanging around his neck was printed with Iogo, a name that all Korean celebrities both love and fear.

Dispatch.

Lin Zhixun glanced at the time.

It was ten minutes faster than he expected.

The reporter from Dispatch was a woman in her thirties with short hair, wearing a black down jacket, and sharp eyes. When she walked over, her recorder was already on.

The camera's red light is on.

Kim Sung-cheol's first reaction upon seeing the camera was to take a step back, but his wife was even faster, immediately covering her face with her hand.

"What are you doing? Who gave you permission to film this?"

The female reporter ignored her and instead looked at Lin Chih-hsun.

"Representative Lin, may we film the footage now?"

"random."

A female reporter from Dispatch approached Kim Sung-cheol and shoved her recording pen at him.

"Mr. Kim Sung-cheol, are you Kim Ye-seung's uncle?"

"What right do you have to—"

"In 2008, did you use a falsified diagnosis from a hospital in Incheon to send your niece, Kim Ye-seung, to the Sunflower Home Welfare Center on the grounds of 'intellectual disability'?"

Kim Sung-cheol's lips trembled slightly.

"That was a misdiagnosis—"

"According to the information we have, Dr. Park, who issued the diagnosis for Kim Ye-seung, had his license revoked in 2010 for forging medical documents, and the diagnosis record has been invalidated."

The female reporter flipped through the notebook in her hand.

What is your response to this?

Kim Sung-cheol panicked completely. He glanced back at his wife, who had already turned her face away, pretending to look out the window.

"This is a family matter—"

"And the first thing you did upon arriving at the hospital wasn't to visit her, but to demand to take over her compensation money. Is that really a family matter?"

The camera kept rotating.

Kim Sung-cheol's forehead was covered in sweat. He suddenly turned to Lim Ji-hoon and pointed at him.

"It was you who did this! You wait, I'm getting a lawyer—"

"Go ahead and look for it," Lin Zhixun replied.

"I am her legal guardian!" Kim Sung-cheol's voice cracked. "The law is on my side! Don't you understand?"

Lin Zhixun just stared at him coldly without responding.

"The law is indeed on your side."

"But public opinion is on my side."

"Once this news airs tomorrow, the whole of South Korea will know your name and what you did to your niece."

"Your neighbors will know, your colleagues will know, and the supermarket owner where you buy groceries will know."

"When the time comes, you'll have those 800 million won. See if you can spend it."

Lin Chih-hsun didn't say these words aloud in front of the camera, but the other party's wife understood.

His wife finally couldn't sit still any longer. She stood up and grabbed his arm, saying, "Let's go, let's go, we'll talk about it when we get back."

Kim Sung-cheol was dragged toward the elevator. After a few steps, he turned back as if he wanted to say something harsh, but when he saw the camera lens pointing at him, he swallowed his words.

The elevator doors closed.

The corridor fell silent.

The female reporter from Dispatch turned off her recorder, nodded to Lin Chih-hsun, and said, "We have enough material. We'll edit it tonight and release it at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Add some background information," Lin Zhixun said. "Explain the loopholes in the current law, that a relative who has never fulfilled their support obligations can still claim property management rights and inheritance rights."

"Are you trying to push for legislation?" the female reporter asked.

"I want more people to know how absurd this is."

The female reporter looked at him for two seconds, then nodded. "I'll talk to the editor-in-chief."

After the two reporters left, U took off his hat and stood in the corridor for a while, lost in thought.

"OPPA".

"Um?"

"Will he actually hire a lawyer?"

"Yes," Lin Zhixun said, leaning against the wall. "But when the news comes out tomorrow, no lawyer will be willing to take his case."

IU looked at him, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." She put her hat back on. "I'll go in and sit with Yisheng for a while."

She pushed open the ward door and went inside.

Lin Zhixun stood in the corridor.

The normal process for a lawsuit to revoke guardianship is three to six months, but if there is sufficient evidence of abuse or negligence, coupled with public pressure, an emergency procedure can be initiated, which can be completed in as little as one month.

He looked up at the door of the ward.

The door was closed, and low voices could be heard coming from inside, probably chatting with Yisheng, though Yisheng couldn't hear them.

Just now, Lin Zhixun used the "Plunder" skill on Kim Sung-cheol and his wife, plundering their career luck instead of their financial luck.

This money isn't important; even if it's given to them, Lin Zhixun can afford Yisheng's medical expenses.

But he wants to replicate the Goo Hara case from his previous life to push for legislative reform.

First, we need to determine how many good deeds we can gain from the experiment; second, we don't want this kind of thing to happen again.

Lim Ji-hoon picked up his phone and dialed the number he had asked Kim Bum-soo for.

"Huh? Are you Professor Lee from Seoul National University's College of Law? I was introduced by Mr. Kim Beom-soo regarding that guardianship case—"

"I would like to use this case as a starting point and hope that you will submit a draft bill to Congress to amend the inheritance law."

Professor Li was clearly intrigued. "—Go into details."

"Simply put, current laws allow relatives who have never fulfilled their support obligations to inherit property, which is an issue that has been discussed in academia for a long time but has not yet been promoted."

"If Jin Yisheng's case can generate enough public attention—"

"I want to use Yisheng's story to promote the amendment of the law."

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