The CEO who caused a historic short sale of 2 trillion won caught attention for what he might do on his day off.
Would he sit in front of a giant monitor and carefully observe the market reactions, or would he relieve stress by using high-ranking executives from Janjeol as training dummies in a duel?
As Na-me had predicted, the Vlog was uploaded at noon on Lunar New Year.
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[NoName]
[Na-me’s Lunar New Year Vlog Ep.1 | Hanbok🎎, Making Jeon🍳, Pet Dog Nureongi🐾, Fish-shaped Bread Yum🐟]
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-The sight of the whole family cheerfully making Jeon warms my heart. I hope happiness fills Na-me’s future.
-Na-me in Hanbok is so cute from the thumbnail!
-Even Korea’s richest picks up fallen Jeon from the living room floor… I shouldn’t compare myself to others…
-Why is your sister’s bare face so pretty? I can’t even make eye contact!
-This family has always been quite frugal, huh?
-The fish-shaped bread shop owner said not to short sell his store, LOL!
As the 2 trillion won short sale became a hot topic, various memes about Na-me inevitably followed.
Corporate raider, corporate grim reaper, shareholders’ nightmare.
[A 10-Year-Old Girl Who Shattered Companies]
(-30% stock chart with grim reaper Na-me sitting atop.jpg)
└ So cool, LOL!
└ Shaolin… got cut…
└ Don’t forget Na-me when discussing the world’s greatest sword. She cut through a million people with a single strike.
└ At this rate, Shaolin is the room leader, and the elders should come out and beg.
└ They say an investigation has already started. I don’t know if they have backing, but they sure are bold.
Public opinion about Na-me in China was mixed.
-Those rich Malaysians are touring private islands on mega yachts. Let’s stir some controversy while we’re at it.
Residents who were sick of Shaolin’s double standards would support Na-me.
-I’m not going to Korea. I’m not buying a Dream Capsule.
Passionate Shaolin supporters recklessly created discussions about boycotting the Dream Capsule.
But.
-What will you do if we boycott, LOL!
-Thanks for the Dream Capsule boycott, you 18-year-olds!
-If you don’t like it, don’t buy it! There’s nothing for you anyway, LOL!
-Da Na-me!
-This is true state power, LOL!
Yet, there were still hundreds of millions of pre-orders waiting for the Dream Capsule.
The boldly declared boycott was bound to turn into a laughingstock.
And there were always some people trying to turn a crisis into an opportunity.
[What do I think about the Shaolin affiliates? You mean the Chinese stocks, right? Well, don’t even look at the Chinese side. I read the Shaolin Energy report in detail, and it’s tangled with not just one but 16 companies, so it’s not the realm of stocks but of gambling. I can’t guarantee which will hit big or flop.]
“Phew… stocks are so hard… Is there anything easy in this world? It’s always losses. I should just quit doing business.”
The PC Bang owner sitting at the counter was watching a stock broadcast.
He squinted and turned his gaze away from the screen.
In the ‘Gung PC Bang’ he operated, there were 20 computers and 40 capsules.
How many regular customers come to relive the sentiment of old games? Well, male audiences liked the bustling atmosphere.
“That PC bangs feel like they’ve gathered the walking dead.”
Ding-dong
But lo and behold, a swarm of elementary school kids entered the PC Bang.
One, two… there were a whopping six of them.
It was astonishing that they were all girls, but the girl who opened the door at the front looked especially familiar.
“Sir, do you accept cash here?”
The red-haired girl at the second position asked cheerfully.
Before the owner could answer, the girl at the front spoke in a low voice.
“There’s a kiosk over there. You can pay in advance.”
“Oh, so I have to pay in advance here. Okay!”
“Hello!”
“Hello, boss!”
“Uh, hey there, kids.”
Soon, the owner wore a puzzled expression.
These kids aren’t from around here, are they?
Not only were they cheerful with their greetings, but their outfits also oozed class.
The girls dashed to the corner, lined up, and headed to the kiosk.
Each took out cash received as New Year’s money from their pockets and were struggling with the machine.
The owner was about to step out from the counter to help when…
A girl with twin-tails came strolling over, sipping coffee.
“Hmm?”
“Gasp!”
The owner was left speechless.
For a moment, it would be appropriate to say he lost his ability to speak.
A regular customer who had practically lived in the Gung PC Bang in the past.
No, it’s NoName…! Why is she here?
The owner was more worried than glad to see a famous person.
In the past, for an arduous five months, Na-me had been struggling to make a living in the PC Bang she operated.
No way, is she here to take revenge now?
Despite her cute appearance, NoName was not a weak-natured girl.
As expected, she was a human weapon that even won the National Exchange Tournament. That’s why the owner’s worries deepened.
If she crossed a certain line he established, even an ordinary person who couldn’t handle aura would mercilessly break limbs.
Even if the opponent was a corporation, she would use overwhelming capital to mercilessly deliver a death sentence in the capitalist market.
If a god existed in modern times, one would think it would be NoName.
Thud-thud-thud
As if she had something to say, Na-me walked in front of the owner and gazed up at his face.
Are you saying I didn’t help back then…?
The owner swallowed hard, trying to calm his tension.
It was true that he neglected her hardships.
However, with so many orphans, refugees, and stateless individuals in the neighborhood…
If he started helping someone with limited means, there would be no end.
So, he turned a blind eye, even knowing.
Even when he heard from employees that a very young girl had been in and out of the PC Bang smelling of smoke…
“Boss, I think it’s been a while for us. I thought I’d drop by with my friends.”
Na-me recognized him.
So this is where the death sentence is pronounced.
“Uh, yeah, it’s been a while. Have you been doing well? …?”
The owner replied in resignation.
If I had known we would meet again, I should have made you a free ramen at least.
Only regret filled his mind.
“Na-me, we’ve all charged up; you just have to charge.”
“Na-me, hurry!”
“I’ll be right there.”
As the owner watched Na-me paying at the kiosk while feeling nervous…
“Thank you for letting me sleep in the capsule without charging at night.”
“Uh?”
The owner looked puzzled.
What does that mean…?
As he tried to remember…
[Boss, that kid has been living in the capsule for a week now. Shouldn’t we kick her out? It might stain the seat.]
[Forget it, don’t bother. There are just a few customers in this deserted PC Bang. After midnight, we’ll shut down anyway; just deduct it from her usage time. She can clean up while going to the convenience store.]
After that, he completely stopped paying attention to Na-me.
Chirp- chirp-
Na-me smiled brightly at the owner, who was staring blankly.
In her hand was a cup from Shaolin Coffee, which had been making headlines on the news.
“Is that good? I see a lot of young kids buying it these days.”
As an awkward atmosphere lingered, the owner forced out a line.
“Oh, this? Well, just…”
Na-me raised the empty plastic cup high and examined it.
“Just?”
“The initial taste is ordinary, but it has a certain charm to it.”
“Ahh.”
“Later, when it cools down, I recommend you drop in. Anyway, Happy New Year.”
“Uh? Oh, Na-me, Happy New Year to you too—”
She had already left for her friends with a skip after just saying that.
Wait, what did she just say?
She said she recommends ‘stopping by,’ not ‘trying it.’
Na-me’s account had 5 million won worth of credit loaded.
Even if she would likely never visit this PC Bang again.
*
“Why are you so late? We’ve all been waiting.”
“Sorry. What should we do?”
“We decided to do an overseas coop. The action is almost the same as on the phone.”
“Wait a sec, let’s just create an account.”
“Come on, Quick Na-me!”
Although she hadn’t been using the computer much lately…
Almost all functions had merged into mobile and holograms, so her friends quickly adapted.
Wearing headsets, one hand on the keyboard and another on the mouse, they formed a six-man party with Ruri and other academy friends.
Seo Yu-na and Han Seori, who loved being in the lead, took the role of the tank, while the less experienced Lee Ha-ru and Ma Ji-hye took on the healers.
“Ruri, you have to help Na-me well. She hates playing with people who can’t play, so always stay tense.”
“Seori, I’ve never discriminated against others in games, okay?”
“Hey, Seo Yu-na started it! Let’s GO!”
“Whoa! A gorilla is flying!”
It was an unplanned full-on charge without any tactics.
“AHHHH I’m dying! Left, left! No, right! By your standards, it’s left, you idiot!”
“Where are you? Where? AAHHHHH!”
“Where’s the heal?!”
“Weren’t you flying around?!”
The disjointed briefing made communication seem almost pointless.
Despite this, it ended in tragedy, with all four dying right from the start.
[Big sister, I’m ready.]
“Just give me support and briefing. I’ll handle everything else.”
[Archers at 2 o’clock, two infantry at 12. The assassin turned at 9 o’clock four seconds ago.]
“Let’s go counterclockwise.”
Bang!
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With Ruri’s insightful commands providing more information than mere text, they began to obliterate the enemies.
“WOOOAH! Na-me is so overpowered…!”
