Chapter 3: Gift and Opportunity
"How did you know? About the bombing."
That was Chairman Yoo Seong-pil’s first question.
His wrinkled face was calm. He seemed like a completely different man from the one I had seen at the funeral. He must have been utterly shocked, and yet his voice was deep and solemn, his back straight, his gaze stubborn—perfectly reflecting his nature.
So this was the true face of the Daehwa Group founder, the one they called iron-blooded.
I wriggled my toes slightly and fidgeted with my lips, widening my eyes with an expression of surprise.
“...It really happened? The bombing?”
Hmph.
Was I imagining things? I thought I heard that kind of laugh.
“So it was a bluff, was it?”
I gave a small nod.
I’d sown plenty of seeds here and there. As a child, I wandered around the house poking my nose into everything. If Grandpa really wanted to, he could have looked into it all.
Each thing had some logic behind it, even if they were wild-sounding. And since the information had come from future knowledge, the odds of it being right were fairly high.