I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family-Chapter 323
Faced with a project of an unexpectedly massive scale, Soo-ah took a deep breath and slowly flipped through the documents.
A colossal project spanning one year, involving concerts not only in Incheon but across the entire Korean Peninsula, and extending to several major cities in China, Japan, and Southeast Asia—a total of 24 cities.
The target period was from this November to next November, approximately one year, with a total projected cost of around 300 billion won.
And that was just the minimum estimate. Once the project was underway, the expenses could very well exceed that amount.
That alone would have been manageable.
The real problem was that the two vice presidents of Koryo Entertainment were divided on the direction of the project.
Emilia Kang, the CEO of Rainbow Miracle, was in favor of confirming the current plan as it was.
On the other hand, Na Tae-hee from the Nokonoko Division proposed further expanding the concert to North America and Europe.
Her reasoning was that LUMINA and Nokonoko Girls had recently been gaining significant popularity in those two regions through Mityube.
Depending on which direction they chose, the project’s budget could increase by several hundred billion won.
‘I-Is this really something I should be deciding on my own...?’
Soo-ah’s hands trembled.
Go Muyeol had told her to handle things as she saw fit, but was it really right for her to proceed with a project of this magnitude based solely on her judgment?
‘My decision... will move hundreds of billions of won....’
Lost in intense internal conflict, she unconsciously reached for her phone.
No matter how much authority she’d been given, a project of this size at least warranted a report.
But then—
Freeze.
As her hand hovered over the phone, her eyes caught the time displayed on the screen.
Until I say otherwise, I’m not here. No need to report anything, and don’t come checking in.
Take the team leaders and create a task. Handle it based on your judgment.
‘...’
The words Go Muyeol had said to her just moments ago echoed in her mind.
Not even an hour had passed since he’d entrusted her with his authority, and now she was already about to call him with, ‘Can I really proceed with this?’
How pathetic would that look in his eyes?
‘Then... should I put it on hold...?’
That was another option, but who knew when Go Muyeol would be back?
Go Min-young, who was normally swamped with work, had unexpectedly shown up at Muyeol Land just hours after they’d parted.
And Go Muyeol had gone to the lab with her, wearing a grim expression, declaring, ‘For the time being, I’m not here,’ and handed all responsibilities over to Soo-ah.
Whatever was going on, it was definitely something monumental.
It wasn’t realistic to just put everything on hold indefinitely.
‘He clearly said... to handle things based on my judgment.’
Moreover, he had specifically told her that when he wasn’t around, she, as the Chief Secretary, was to act as his proxy.
There was no way he said that intending for her to just put things on hold.
‘Could this be... a test...?’
Suddenly, that thought occurred to her.
The work Go Muyeol was handling was increasing day by day, pushing him closer to overload.
The time had come for him to seriously consider ‘delegation.’
If that was the case, the question of whom to delegate to and how much to delegate would be crucial.
Was Go Muyeol using this opportunity to test her capabilities?
Gulp.
‘...I have to do it.’
Soo-ah made up her mind.
The hand that had been reaching for the phone pressed a button to call someone instead.
“Yes, Chief Secretary.”
“Connect me to the vice presidents of Koryo Entertainment. Let them know I need to make a decision regarding the concert project.”
“Understood.”
Soo-ah tried to steady her racing heart as she officially dove into her new responsibilities.
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“D-Don’t look at me like that....”
After the heated encounter initiated by Go Min-young finally came to an end, she wore a surprisingly vulnerable expression.
Her flushed face, still damp from a recent wash, turned away from my gaze—a stark contrast to her usual self.
“I’m not looking at you weirdly... but it’s definitely fascinating.”
“Ugh....”
Despite having confirmed the superconductive properties of the RK-99, the first thing she did upon arrival was to have sex.
It wasn’t that I couldn’t understand it, but it was still a little shocking.
She prioritized having sex with me over a room-temperature superconductor.
Still... it wasn’t entirely incomprehensible.
Our sexual chemistry was just that good, and she had the sexual dominance trait. A little distance between us, and she must’ve been desperate.
“Ahem...!”
Go Min-young cleared her throat and adjusted her clothes, forcing a composed expression.
“The RK-99 you gave me... after checking it, I can confirm it’s definitely a superconductor.
Further, detailed testing will be required for more information, but the superconductivity itself is verified.”
“Right?”
This woman who had been moaning and panting just moments ago was now completely composed, speaking to me with the tone of a vice president.
Why did that turn me on? It still felt like she was wrapped around my dick.
“How did you come by this...?
Can you tell me exactly?”
It felt wrong to keep smirking in front of her now serious face, so I composed myself as well.
I pulled a chair over and sat across from her.
“As «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» I mentioned before... I made it.”
“...How?”
“....”
“....”
But her lips wouldn’t let go of me.
How did I make it?
I ground up copper, sulfur, and lead, then baked them.
That’s what I should say... but...
Who the hell would believe that?
It was obvious no one would believe me, which is why I was in the middle of hastily producing a new batch of RK-99.
But Go Min-young had shown up way too early.
It would still take at least 30 more hours. Until then, I’d have to stall with words.
“...Min-young, first, I need you to promise me one thing.”
“A promise...?”
“That no matter what, you won’t doubt me.”
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“I’m not the kind of man who would mess around with you about something like this.”
“...Right. At first, I doubted your intentions, but after confirming the superconductivity of the RK-99, I won’t doubt you anymore.”
“...Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“...Yes.”
“No matter what you hear?”
“...Muyeol, I trust you. Are you the one who doesn’t trust me?”
She was starting to get annoyed with my constant questioning.
Her brows furrowed, and her voice rose slightly.
“Ahem... then... please listen to me with an open mind.”
“...”
I took a deep breath.
“Copper, sulfur, and lead—grind them up, mix them in specific ratios, and bake them in a kiln. That’s how you get a superconductor.”
“...What?”
“Grind copper, sulfur, and lead, mix them in specific ratios, shape it, and bake it in a kiln. The result has zero resistance.”
“...?”
She definitely heard me correctly, but Go Min-young’s face contorted as if she was struggling to comprehend.
Kang Hye-young had a similarly baffled expression.
Baek Seol, recalling her own initial disbelief, smirked slightly.
“So... you’re saying... if you grind copper, sulfur, and lead and bake them, you get a superconductor? That’s it?”
“To be precise, you have to mix them in specific ratios.”
“....”
“And if you adjust the ratio and baking time, you get RK-77.”
“No, but....”
Go Min-young pressed her temples as if her head was aching.
“Muyeol,”
“You said you wouldn’t doubt me.”
“....”
I preemptively cut her off, and she fell silent.
She was definitely about to say something along the lines of ‘This is ridiculous.’
“But, but....”
“You said you trusted me.”
“....” 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Her lips kept opening and closing.
She had a lot she wanted to say, but she held back.
Finally, she couldn’t contain herself any longer.
“A superconductor is a material with zero resistance. Not close to zero—perfectly zero. It’s a dream material that allows power to be transmitted from Dalian to Busan without losing a single watt of energy.”
“That’s right.”
“And even then, it only reaches zero resistance under extreme conditions—either at cryogenic temperatures or at pressures of tens or hundreds of gigapascals. The slightest environmental change, and the resistance shoots up.
That’s why every industry using superconductors relies on complex, cumbersome, and difficult-to-maintain cooling systems to keep them functional.”
“That was the case.”
“Even the high-temperature superconductors that we use in Militaris need to be kept at minus 30 degrees Celsius. And that’s only under 100 gigapascals of pressure.”
“I’ve heard that.”
“The most difficult and daunting problem in advancing to 9th-generation mechas is managing the temperature and pressure of superconductors. We only managed to slightly increase the temperature and reduce the pressure in the 8.5 generation.”
“That’s why our Baek Seol over there nearly killed herself from overwork. Thanks for that.”
“And the research funds spent on developing that high-temperature superconductor alone have reached several hundred trillion won,”
Go Min-young hesitated, then finally spoke.
“And now you’re saying that just by grinding copper, sulfur, and lead, and baking them, you can achieve zero resistance at room temperature and pressure?”
“Yes.”
“You’re telling me that’s how you made a superconductor?”
“Yes.”
“....”
My simple, direct answer seemed to deflate her.
As she was speaking, she had unconsciously leaned forward in her seat, but now her body slumped back into the chair like a balloon losing air.
“You’re saying that—”
“You said you wouldn’t doubt me.”
“....”
Go Min-young looked utterly tormented.
She clearly had a mountain of things she wanted to say but couldn’t, thanks to her prior promise not to doubt me.
“Haa.... I understand that it’s hard to believe. I was completely baffled when I first discovered it too. Baek Seol, who was still a knight back then, flatly refused to believe me.”
“Ahem....”
I leaned forward, closing the distance between us.
“I get it. It’s incomprehensible. You’re telling me that a common combination of copper, sulfur, and lead, ground up and baked, somehow became a superconductor.
Who in their right mind would believe that?”
“....”
“But that’s what happened. That’s RK-99. The one Min-young is holding.”
“....”
With a troubled expression, Go Min-young pulled out the RK-99.
A completely unimpressive, mundane-looking piece of material.
Even to me, it didn’t look like a superconductor at all.
