Real Man-Chapter 868

Yoo-hyun answered after recalling the series of events.

“I have to undo everything.”

“Are you sure you can do that?”

“Of course.”

Yoo-hyun’s confident voice made Park Young-hoon nod his head in resignation.

“Sigh. Fine. You can do it. I’ll help you.”

“Thanks.”

“Thanks?.. Well, you came back without getting hurt. How about we have a drink to celebrate?”

Park Young-hoon tried to put on a bright expression, but Yoo-hyun postponed it.

“No. I have an important meeting tomorrow.”

“An important meeting?”

“I’ll tell you when I come back.”

“What are you up to now…?”

Park Young-hoon’s words were cut off.

Beep.

-Schedule Bot: Trump’s emergency press conference confirmed for tomorrow at 2 p.m.

Yoo-hyun checked the message and got up from his seat with a stiff expression.

“I have to go first.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“No, it’s not. I just have some preparations to do.”

Yoo-hyun comforted Park Young-hoon and left with a faint smile.

Park Young-hoon watched Yoo-hyun’s back and muttered.

“What can I do? It’s going to get harder from now on…”

He couldn’t say anything because his mouth was dry, but Park Young-hoon, who had been in the financial sector for a long time, knew.

The greedy enemies of Wall Street would not be satisfied with this much of a spoils.

Now that they had confirmed that the opponent had lost their power, it was the beginning of the plunder.

Wouldn’t they try to take everything away and make them never stand up again?

That’s why he couldn’t stay still.

“I have to stop them somehow.”

Park Young-hoon shook off his tired expression and got up from his seat.

As if nothing had happened, his eyes burned with passion again.

The next day.

Inside the VIP conference room of Icahn Goldenway, located in the center of Wall Street.

The six members of the activist fund gathered in the luxurious place.

Carl Icahn, who was sitting in the top seat, stroked his white beard and coordinated the opinions that were gathered.

“Integrate Softbank’s telecoms and separate Yahoo… Considering the size of the Japanese domestic market, it’s not bad. Let’s do that, and next is Hansung’s turn?”

The man with a sharp nose and eyes pointed to the side and smirked.

“Hansung has a lot of ties with Ralph, right?”

“Haha. Yeah. He got screwed by a mere Asian company.”

The man with short blond hair shrugged his shoulders, and the man with a bald head and round horn-rimmed glasses waved his hand as if he didn’t want to deal with him.

“Stop talking nonsense. Carl, can I take Hansung’s pie first?”

“Sure. Ralph, I’ll give you the first chance.”

“I’m going to sell Hansung’s display and semiconductor to China. I owe them for the Uyghur crackdown last time.”

“Both?”

“I think I have enough stake for that.”

The man with horn-rimmed glasses sneered, and the man with curly hair and thick eyebrows raised his hand.

“I’ll take the semiconductor. You can’t be so greedy even if you have a grudge against Hansung.”

“Oh. Didn’t I say I’d give up on MerssonAB’s Kinect?”

“Then why did you touch Alibaba’s Ant Group? And…”

As the two argued, the others joined in.

Like a pack of lions rushing to eat the prey they had hunted, they bared their teeth and growled at each other, trying to snatch away even a point more.

The companies they had their eyes on were still intact.

But why did they treat them as if they were already over?

It was because no company had survived after touching Medallion.

As soon as they gave the signal, the governments and organizations of various countries were ready to tear the companies apart.

‘Huhu. It was worth feeding them with rich food all this time.’

A greedy smile appeared on Carl Icahn’s face.

The secretary-general who was standing in the corner came over and whispered.

“Hmm?”

Carl Icahn raised his eyebrows as he listened, and the man with white hair sitting on his right asked.

“Carl, what is it?”

“A welcome guest came out of the blue.”

“Did you invite someone?”

“You’ll see. Let him in.”

“Yes, sir.”

The secretary-general nodded at Carl Icahn’s gesture and picked up the radio.

Click.

Soon, the big door opened and two men came in.

The atmosphere of the conference room stirred for a moment at the unexpected appearance of them.

Carl Icahn acted as if he was not surprised and raised his hand in greeting.

“Paul! What brings you here? And you look healthy.”

“Thanks. You didn’t wish I was dead, did you?”

“Haha. You’re good at joking, aren’t you?”

“What joke.”

The man who chuckled was Paul Graham.

He had appeared without warning after losing consciousness and collapsing in a hospital in Korea.

He wore a red T-shirt and jeans, a casual outfit that mocked this solemn place. Carl Icahn’s eyebrows twitched as he looked at him.

‘What a bad luck.’

He quickly hid his expression and pointed to the young man next to Paul Graham.

“You have the right to be here, but I don’t think your friend does.”

“This is Steve Han. My disciple. I know that fund members can bring their disciples along.”

“Member… You’re not in a position to say that after turning your back on us.”

About 15 years ago.

When the activist fund was first created, Paul Graham, who was the chairman of BCG, ran an investment company on Wall Street.

Carl Icahn offered him to join the fund, and Paul Graham became one of the early members of the activist fund.

The badge on his chest proved that.

‘But when did he get out of the hospital?’

He hadn’t received any information from the network in Korea.

How did he know about this meeting?

And how did he get past the security gate?

Carl Icahn was racking his brain with his nerves on edge.

Grrr.

Paul Graham pulled a chair and sat down calmly. He answered,

“Don’t be nervous. We haven’t talked in a long time. I just brought this guy along because he wanted to come. It might be fun to watch.”

“Well, you can sit down too. We were having an interesting conversation.”

“Excuse me, then.”

Thud.

Yoo-hyun, who had replied, sat down next to Paul Graham.

He smiled and thanked him for bringing him here, then looked around.

He saw six people sitting at the tables in front, left, and right, two each.

They ranged from an old man with gray hair to a middle-aged man who looked quite young.

And they all had a formidable presence.

Carl Ikan of Ikan Goldenway.

Shawn Ackman of Pershing Square.

David Eisen of Rewrite Capital.

Dan Lovell of Steel Point.

Nelson Mint of Triangle Partners.

Ralph Singer of Elliot Management.

They were indeed the ones who ruled Wall Street, and their charisma was evident in every aspect.

Shawn Ackman, a middle-aged man with short blond hair and an intelligent look, who was sitting close to the left, grinned at Yoo-hyun.

“Haha. The hero who gave Ralph a hard time has arrived.”

“Stop it. The damage I took from Hansung Electronics was not that much.”

Ralph Singer, the bald-headed president of Elliot, who also wore horn-rimmed glasses, frowned, and Dan Lovell, who had a sharp nose and eyes, joined in with amusement.

“Hey. It’s a matter of pride. I heard that this young fellow was just a salaryman when he challenged your Elliot.”

They seemed to be biting and tearing at each other, but in the end, their ridicule was directed at Yoo-hyun.

“Wow. Look at him. He doesn’t even flinch in this situation. He’s not here just because he knows we exist.”

Shawn Ackman mocked Yoo-hyun, and the other members threw in a word or two.

“Why are you trying to make him feel bad? When you’re young, you should burn with justice and fight without fear or discrimination.”

“Yeah, that’s how we can easily fill our bellies, right?”

“Hahaha. That’s true.”

They all sneered and then burst into laughter.

Yoo-hyun looked at them and sneered inwardly.

‘They’re playing. These trash.’

At first, he thought it was only Carl Ikan’s fault.

But now he knew.

They were all villains who agreed with Carl Ikan’s atrocious acts.

Paul Graham whispered to Yoo-hyun, who was calmly observing the situation.

“They’re always like that. Don’t mind them.”

“It’s okay. I came here because I wanted to.”

-I won’t ask you how you knew about this meeting. But you should know that nothing will change just because you attend this meeting through me. You won’t see anything good. Do you still want to go?

When Yoo-hyun asked him, Paul Graham had objected.

But he didn’t back down, and Paul Graham chuckled.

“You’re really. Fast.”

“I might never have a chance to see their true colors if not now.”

Yoo-hyun smiled, and Carl Ikan’s eyes narrowed.

Swoosh.

He lifted his chin and warned him in a cold voice.

“You’re screwed from the start. This is not the time to be relaxed.”

“Relaxed?”

“You’re in a desperate situation, aren’t you? You came here with Paul because your life is in our hands.”

“…”

He took his silence as an affirmative answer, and Carl Ikan sneered.

“If you kneel down and lie flat, I might show you some mercy as a senior in life.”

Yoo-hyun faced his arrogant gaze, as if he knew everything.

He had a lot to say, but he held back for now.

“Can I ask you a question before that?”

“Go ahead.”

“What is the purpose of Medallion?”

The atmosphere in the meeting room froze as soon as he mentioned the name.

Regardless, Yoo-hyun continued with his blunt question.

“Why do you exist as a cartel that causes national conflicts, not to mention interfering with the global political sphere? Why do you trample on people?”

“Oh. Oh. I knew you were bold, but you’ve crossed the line.”

“I thought this was the only place where I could hear it.” 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Carl Ikan scoffed at Yoo-hyun’s words.

“Do I have any obligation to answer your curiosity?”

“No. I’m just curious. I don’t understand what you’re trying to gain by harming the world. Don’t you already have enough money?”

“Harm… Paul, your disciple is very disappointing. How can he not know the basics?”

Carl Ikan, who was stroking his white beard and mumbling, turned his gaze, and Paul Graham, who was leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m curious too. That’s why I parted ways with you.”

Thud.

Carl Ikan banged the table and drew attention. He looked at Yoo-hyun.

“Fine, I’ll tell you myself. I’ve received a hefty tuition fee from you anyway. Steve.”

“Yes. Please tell me.”

“Listen well. You can’t have everything just because you have a lot of money. You need power and ability to control both money and authority. Medallion is in that sense…”

Carl Ikan was already a very rich man.

His revealed funds alone were enough to rank among the world’s richest, and his influence on various institutions, including the political sphere, was considerable.

He didn’t have to run a secret company and harm the world. He could live comfortably for generations.

But why did he do this?

To have more?

Or, to manipulate the world as he pleased?

Yoo-hyun knew very well that human greed had no end.

But he wanted to confirm it, and that’s why he came here.

But what the hell?

He was shocked by Carl Ikan’s unexpected answer.