Julian glanced at Jinhoo for a brief mont before shifting his gaze toward Eun-bi.
He opened his mouth and spoke calmly, yet with a tone that carried subtle provocation.
"Miss Eun-bi, isn’t this essentially the sa as saying that he’s against foreign technology?"
Silence fell over the room.
No one imdiately responded.
The statent lingered in the air, sharp and deliberate.
Julian continued, his voice steady.
"What Mr. Jinhoo said is not entirely wrong. However, there is no need to go as far as selling those subsidiaries. What we should do is simply dismiss the incompetent workers and continue funding Temmu and Gimho."
Jinhoo fell silent for a mont.
He thought carefully about how to counter Julian’s argunt.
For a split second—
An idea ford.
"You’re right," Jinhoo said confidently. "We don’t necessarily have to sell them. But based on the photos and data I’ve presented, it’s already more than enough evidence that if these two subsidiaries continue operating as they are, then during the IMF crisis, we will fall drastically."
His tone was unwavering.
Not a single trace of hesitation could be seen.
This was a debate.
And in a debate, showing fear ant defeat.
Julian’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Jinhoo, a hint of anger flickering within them.
"Then after selling those two subsidiaries, what exactly do you plan to do?" Julian asked, his voice rising slightly. "During the IMF crisis, our currency will still decline. Even if we have a lot of money, if the currency itself loses value, then it’s aningless!"
Jinhoo slowly spread his arms to the sides.
"Heh... is that so?" he said with a faint smirk. "Do you really think I don’t have a way to deal with that? Let explain it to you like you’re in elentary school."
The room stiffened slightly at his bold tone.
"After selling those two subsidiaries, we imdiately convert the funds into gold. As you should know, IMF fluctuations don’t directly affect gold in the sa way. So instead of holding currency, we hold value."
He paused briefly before continuing.
"And when the IMF crisis hits, we donate that gold to the country. By doing so, the crisis can be mitigated significantly."
His explanation was clear.
Logical.
Direct.
Everyone in the room focused on the two n standing at the center of the debate.
But in Eun-bi’s eyes—
The debate was already over.
She glanced toward Julian.
He was clenching his jaw, barely holding back his frustration.
Showing anger in a debate ant losing.
No matter how strong the argunt was—
Emotion was weakness.
"Go on," Jinhoo said confidently. "Do you have any better solution than this?"
"K-kugh... tch..."
Julian clicked his tongue in irritation.
His composure cracked.
Without another word, he grabbed his bag and began walking toward the door.
Before leaving, he turned to face everyone in the room.
"You will all face the consequences of this. You’ll regret it!"
With that—
He stord out, slamming the door shut behind him.
The loud bang echoed throughout the room.
Everyone watched in silence.
So looked uneasy.
Others began doubting.
Was this decision truly the right one?
Or would it lead them to ruin?
Those questions began to take root in their minds.
Then—
Eun-bi suddenly struck the table with her hand.
"Enough."
Her voice cut through the tension instantly.
"Stop focusing on irrelevant matters. What matters right now is the IMF issue."
All eyes turned toward her again.
"As you all heard, Jinhoo’s proposal is logical," she continued firmly. "When the IMF crisis arrives, our currency alone will not be enough to purchase valuable assets like gold. However, by selling those two subsidiaries now and converting our assets into gold, we can stabilize our position."
She leaned slightly forward.
"And by donating that gold to the country, we can overco the crisis without major damage."
Her words carried authority.
Confidence.
Certainty.
The room began to shift.
The earlier tension slowly transford into renewed energy.
One by one—
Applause filled the room.
Eun-bi smiled faintly.
She turned her gaze toward Jinhoo for a brief mont.
Her eyes were no longer cold.
They were warm.
’admittedly... he’s incredible at this... choosing him as my personal assistant was the right decision...’
She thought quietly.
A short while later, the eting concluded.
The executives began leaving the room one by one.
The once crowded space gradually emptied.
Jinhoo remained behind, calmly gathering the docunts scattered across the table.
Eun-bi approached him.
"You’re really good at debating," she said.
"Let’s just say it’s one of my skills," Jinhoo replied casually.
Eun-bi smiled softly.
She spoke again.
"Do you have any free ti?"
Jinhoo paused for a mont.
"Hmm... I’ve been quite busy lately... well, you know... I’m a villain after all..."
Eun-bi smirked.
"What kind of villain has this many responsibilities?"
"I’m not like other villains."
"Is it because of Lightnova?"
"...I won’t answer that."
"I’ll take that as a yes."
Jinhoo remained silent.
Eun-bi looked at him closely.
"You look exhausted..."
She gently reached out and touched his cheek.
"For the future of this world, I have to work this hard," Jinhoo replied quietly.
Eun-bi chuckled softly.
"What kind of villain worries about the future~"
She teased him playfully.
Jinhoo simply smiled faintly.
"Alright, that’s enough."
He gently removed her hand from his cheek.
Then he turned and began walking toward the door.
Eun-bi watched him silently.
Just as he reached the exit—
Jinhoo suddenly stopped.
"I have so free ti this weekend."
He said it without turning around.
Eun-bi’s eyes lit up instantly.
Joy flickered across her face.
"Then let’s have dinner together," she said quickly. "Just the two of us."
Jinhoo paused for a brief mont.
He didn’t turn back.
"I’ll be looking forward to it..."
With that, he walked out of the room.
The door closed behind him.
For a mont—
Silence.
Then suddenly—
Eun-bi jumped slightly in place, unable to contain her excitent.
She looked like soone who had just discovered a hidden treasure.
Outside the room—
Jinhoo walked calmly toward the elevator.
’...tired, huh... am I even allowed to feel tired...?’
He thought quietly.
As he approached the elevator—
He noticed soone standing nearby.
Kim Rae.
"Hm? What are you doing here?" Jinhoo asked.
"A-ah... I... I was waiting for you..."
"Waiting for ?"
"j-just... co into the elevator... there’s sothing I want to talk about..."
Jinhoo frowned slightly.
’what is she going to say this ti...’
A few monts later—
Inside the elevator.
The doors closed as it began descending.
The atmosphere was awkward.
Kim Rae stood stiffly, her hands fidgeting.
"H-hey... umm... I’m sorry about earlier... I didn’t know you were Miss Eun-bi’s personal assistant..."
Without even looking at her, Jinhoo replied calmly.
"It’s fine. I treated it like nothing more than passing wind."
"I see..."
Kim Rae glanced at him quietly.
’this man... he’s incredibly calm... I wish I had a way to make him fall for ...’
Jinhoo remained composed.
The silence returned.
Soon—
The elevator doors opened.
They both stepped out.
Before parting ways—
Kim Rae hesitated, then turned toward him.
"U-uhm... take care on your way..."
Jinhoo seed slightly surprised.
He turned to her and gave a small smile.
"Thank you..."
Then he walked away.
Kim Rae froze in place.
Her face turned red.
’my plan was to make him fall for ... not the other way around!!’
She thought, completely stunned.
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