Became a Tycoon in a Night Game

3 – 3. Chaebol? (3)

I wanted to feel it.

The weight of money.

The dense bills I saw for the first time in my wallet meant nothing.

I mean, you know.

Not in a wallet or a handbag, but how much would the weight be if I filled a bag of a certain size with money?

I wanted to feel that.

The real physical weight of money.

As a commoner, I would never know, being a guy who can’t comprehend the weight of money like internet banking, ordering delivery food, and making payments.

Can I do it now?

Because I’m a chaebol.

At first, I hesitated in front of the ATM.

Should I hold onto the waist of the ATM and crazily withdraw money?

Shooosh, shooosh?

That seems romantic too, doesn’t it?

But the hesitation ended quickly.

There must be a daily withdrawal limit, so no matter how much I withdraw, how much will it be?”

So, it was when I reached number 156 and sat quietly in the bank waiting room, contemplating:

‘How much can I withdraw?’

That was what occupied my thoughts as I waited.

I wonder, how much can I actually withdraw from the bank?

I don’t know.

I had no information about which bank is my main bank, where the account with the funds is, and such details.

Perhaps due to inheriting only the minimal memories of Seo Woojin, my knowledge was severely limited.

If we’re going to do this possession thing, shouldn’t I get all of that guy Seo Woojin’s memories?

What if I bump into an enemy on the street? What then?

In the street, swish, swish, shh, damn it, swish, swish, swish, damn it. If it happens like this, what’s the use if I don’t get all the memories?

‘Still, fortunately, I have one card under my name.’

When I opened my wallet, there were several credit cards.

However, my name wasn’t visible on any of the credit cards; they were all corporate cards with ‘CORP’ stamped on them.

Can I withdraw money with a corporate card?

It might not be impossible, but there could be controversy, so after digging a bit more, thankfully, there was one card with my name on it.

So, I can confidently say it now.

“I’m here to withdraw money.”

“Yes, sir. How much would you like to withdraw? Before that, may I have your ID and passbook, please?”

I displayed the Boston bag I bought just before coming to the bank.

“To fill this up, how much do I need to withdraw?”

“…Yes?”

The female employee’s movements came to a halt.

What should I say?

Should I express the confusion on my face about how to respond?

The question is somewhat absurd, but can I really inquire about it?

I asked with the most serious expression I could muster.

“I’m genuinely curious, so I have to ask. How much should I withdraw to fill this bag with money?”

The woman’s pupils wavered.

She might not know, or she might know but doesn’t want to reveal it, or maybe she thinks it’s a joke and expects some response.

Unfortunately, her true intentions were the last option, and consequently, she casually turned her head towards the security guard.

Feeling that the situation might get awkward, I hastily spoke.

“I’m not joking, really. It’s just that—”

Without listening to my words, she raised her hand high.

Probably to get the attention of the security guard.

Sigh.

Am I being dragged out?

“Director Seo Woojin?”

A man behind the raised hand nodded as if recognizing me.

“Huh? Who are you—”

I was about to say when,

His unfamiliar face began to stir up hidden memories within me.

As those brief moments of meeting him emerged like wriggling creatures from the surface of my subconscious, his once unfamiliar face transformed into a familiar one within my memories.

“Oh? Manager Kang?” I pretended to recognize him, and his face lit up with joy.

“Oh my. That’s right. Thank you for remembering. How have you been? It’s been such a long time since we last met. And… Oh, hey. Assistant Kim. Won’t you shake his hand?”

The stern expression on Manager Kang’s face startled the female employee, causing her to quickly lower her hand.

He soon softened his expression and spoke to me again.

“It seems one of our employees made a mistake. I apologize for any misunderstandings.”

I quickly raised both of my hands and replied.

“No, it’s not necessary. I should apologize for asking a strange question.”

“To people like us, it might seem like a strange question, but to Vice President Seo, it’s a reasonable one, don’t you think?”

Does it really come across that way?

If I twist my thoughts a bit, it could be interpreted as a question prompted by my status as a chaebol.

It’s an obvious statement, but Manager Kang was aware that I belonged to the Seo Royal Family within Seohwa Group.

So, he must be interpreting it that way.

As I remained silent for a moment, Manager Kang gestured with his hand towards the interior of the bank.

“Come this way. This area is for regular customers, and there are many prying eyes.”

“Understood.”

I sent an awkward smile to the flustered female employee and moved to a different spot.

I thought I would be led to a private banking room or a VIP room, but instead, Manager Kang guided me towards his office, which was located deeper inside.

“Would you like some coffee?”

“No, thank you. I just had some.”

“Alright. But about what you mentioned earlier.”

Mr. Kang, the manager, gently placed the Boston bag on the floor and spoke.

“Do you want it packed as if it’s about to burst, or should we fill it up in round amounts?”

Oh.

Very good. Such enthusiasm.

Making the choice easier for me.

I’m just curious about the weight of the money.

I didn’t have the desire to fill it up to the point of bursting.

“I’m just curious how much roughly fits in this bag.”

“Alright. I’ll get it ready right away. For a bag like this…”

Mr. Kang quickly scanned the Boston bag with his eyes and then made an internal call.

“Oh, Manager Cha. Yeah. Right away. Bring 700 million from the safe. In 50,000 won bills.”

…?

Did I hear that correctly?

700 million??

In 50,000 won bills???

After hanging up, Mr. Kang showed a friendly smile and said,

“Just by a rough estimate, I think around 700 million will fit. It might even go up to 800 million, but if we put that much, the bills might get crumpled. If it’s okay with you, I’ll prepare 800 million.”

800 million? 700 million?

It’s not important right now.

The fact that bundles of banknotes were coming into this room was important.

“700 million is fine. It seems meaningless to take another 100 million.”

Crazy.

What am I saying right now?

100 million is meaningless.

But for some reason, it seemed right to say it in this situation.

Manager Kang responded to my words with his usual smile.

“Excellent. When you visited before, you mentioned that the shape of money is as important as its value, so I proposed 700 million. hahahaha.”

Did Seo Woojin say something like that?

I have no memory of that at all.

When I faced Manager Kang, no conversation came to mind, and I only recognized this person to the extent that I “knew” him.

Will it be like this in the future too?

Even though I don’t remember immediately, will it come to mind when I meet someone Seo Woojin knows?

Ah…

Is this some kind of [[[information update]]]?

It won’t work now since there are people around, but I should call up the conversation window when I’m alone later.

There might be some changes.

Soon, I heard a knock, and a man named Oh, the head of the car, came into the manager’s office with a bundle of money in a paper bag.

The branch manager instructed Assistant Manager Oh to transfer cash with a Boston bag before extending a tablet PC toward me.

“Once you sign here, we’ll take care of the rest.”

Does processing the withdrawal mean?

Should I offer my ID? I brought it just in case, but does my face count as identification?

Without questioning or probing, I signed, then handed back the tablet PC.

Interestingly, although it felt like I had signed multiple times during bank transactions before, this time it concluded with just one signature.

Manager Kang, confirming the completion of the money transfer, showed a smile.

“The cash has all been counted, so don’t worry about any omissions. Next time, if you come directly to my office, I’ll handle the paperwork without any hassle.”

“Thank you, Manager Kang.”

I gripped the Boston bag and stood up.

Honestly, I had planned to stay a bit longer, but due to the farewell-laden farewell, I had no choice but to leave.

Sigh.

I wanted to ask how much money I had in this bank.

If I ask now, it somehow seems like there won’t be any left.

At times like this, leaving the bank coolly is the right thing to do, isn’t it?

# # #

“That’s hefty.”

The weight of 700 million.

I feel it well, Manager Kang.

Fuhahahahaha.

The mood was peculiar.

There I was, strolling among the bustling crowd, carrying 700 million in cash. Can you believe that’s me?

It was a sight unimaginable in reality.

But, is this really a night game?

It’s utterly indistinguishable from reality.

I even feel hungry, just like in reality.

“I should eat something.”

I glanced around for a moment, but no restaurant suitable for going alone caught my eye.

Hmm.

What to do then?

There’s no better place than there.

Without hesitation, I opened the convenience store door and walked in.

It’s a bit amusing to go to a convenience store carrying 700 million in cash.

“Welcome.”

At the checkout counter stood a fresh-faced girl in a convenience store uniform, her skin fair and her eyes clear.

Oh?

I like the clear gaze.

Her manners are polite too.

I lightly nodded in acknowledgment and, passing by, stood at the counter with cup noodles and kimbap in hand.

“That will be 3,450 won.”

“Please pay with this.”

“Would you like a receipt?”

“No, thank you.”

“You’re taking it to go, right? The hot water and microwave are located towards the back on the right side. If you need to warm up the kimbap, just heat it for 30 seconds.”

…Oh.

They’re really kind, aren’t they?

Even the voice helping with the payment is gentle.

Lately, convenience stores don’t usually provide this kind of guidance.

Feeling good, I went to get the hot water with a lighthearted feeling.

At that moment,

Clang.

With the sound of the convenience store door opening, a man’s irritable voice echoed.

“Hey! Why aren’t you answering your phone!”

Wow, that’s loud.

Who is he talking to?

I craned my neck to see that the man was shouting at the part-time worker at the cash register.

She responded in an indifferent tone.

“I’m not carrying it with me.”

“What? Why aren’t you answering your phone!”

“The boss told us not to use our phones during work, so I put it on silent and left it there.”

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The boss’s forehead creased.

“Do you have rocks in your head? Even if you’re on mute, you should still answer my calls!”

?

What nonsense is this?

Even if it’s on mute, how do you answer your phone?

Does the part-timer think she has some skill to read electromagnetic waves?

But putting that aside,

Doesn’t she know I’m here?

Or is she making a fuss even though she knows there’s a customer?

The boss’s words continued.

“Look at you, not answering. What did I tell you? Come 30 minutes before work. We need to do the handover, and you need time to prepare!”

Is there something wrong with my ears?

Come to work 30 minutes early for a part-time job??

“..I work only 4 hours a day, and you want me to work an extra 30 minutes before and after commuting? Isn’t that a bit too much?”

“Talking back again? I hired a girl who didn’t even go to college, and what? You want to quit and leave just like that?”

…Sigh.

I really can’t listen to this anymore.

Goodbye, my ramen.

I walked away quietly towards the cashier, leaving the ramen that was getting cold.

And looking at the convenience store boss’s face, I said very politely.

“Damn, this guy talks like a real asshole.”