[Date: March 1, 2021] -10:00 p.m.: Preparing for a Japanese business trip. (Other: Visiting Yamamoto, chairman of Bunnies Production, in the hospital. Myocardial infarction.) Before the regression, around this time, an incident occurred where Chairman Yamamoto of Bunnies Production collapsed. At the time, Hoop Entertainment and Aris Production were in a cooperative relationship, so Kang Gam-Chan selected who to send for the hospital visit. I came to Japan with Kang Ji-Yung and a few others to visit Yamamoto. However, since our company wasn't a top priority, our visit group had to wait outside the hospital for two days. During those two days outside the hospital, I overheard all kinds of information. Back then, industry insiders, men in black suits, celebrities, and subsidiary company presidents walking the hospital corridor were all whispering about whether the ownership of Japan's top company, Bunnies Production, would change hands. Because I remembered all of this and had a clear schedule entry from Everyday, I knew Yamamoto's life was hanging by a thread. On top of that, Yamamoto was highly superstitious. He always kept a monk named Fujita by his side to guide his decisions. That was the reason Fujita was here in Aris Production's 11th-floor VIP meeting room at this moment. So I took advantage of the image of being the fortuneteller to shake Yamamoto. However, even though I warned him his life was in danger, Yamamoto wouldn't stop threatening me. "Don't make me laugh! Fujita here told me my fate is long! Who are you to go around saying I might die and try to confuse me!?" As Yamamoto shouted, Fujita glared at me like he wanted to kill me. 'That bald monk bastard.' Fujita, sitting to Yamamoto's left, was known for having spiritual powers since childhood. But in truth, he was a fraud. He was excellent at reading people's psychology, which allowed him to scam others into believing he had spiritual powers. However, that wouldn't work on me now that I have returned from the future. After all, I had seen and experienced what was to come. So before Fujita could open his mouth, I spoke again to Yamamoto. "Your heart. Hasn't it been feeling sharp pains lately, Mr. Chairman?" "Your vision's been blurry too and you've been feeling dizzy, haven't you? Those are early warning signs. It's a signal that your life doesn't have much time left." "How dare you say that..." As Yamamoto started trembling, Fujita beside him shouted. "You brat! Such disgraceful words from a youngster! Mr. Chairman is blessed with a long life. A punk like you has no place talking about his lifespan!" I chuckled and replied. "What a joke, coming from a scammer." "W-what? You insolent brat! How dare you speak such nonsense" Ignoring Fujita's loud scream, I looked at Yamamoto. When I mentioned the specific symptoms, his pupils started to shake. Even though Tanaka and Abe told him not to listen, Yamamoto's eyes kept shaking faster. A person swayed by superstition wasn't likely to have strong resolve, and no one stayed calm when told they might die. I addressed the shaken Yamamoto once again. "Have you ever heard rumors that I'm a fortuneteller?" "Then you'll need to make a choice. Either believe this bald fraud here and experience your heart stopping, or trust me and go to Sanyo Hospital right across the street for a checkup." When I went to visit Yamamoto in the hospital before the regression, I once overheard some doctors sighing as they passed the hallway. They said if only Yamamoto hadn't trusted that cultist monk's fortune-telling and had just done a heart ultrasound, he wouldn't have collapsed so suddenly. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the doctors took great care of Yamamoto and he made a full recovery after a month. And after he survived, Yamamoto ended up firing both Fujita and Abe. I recalled that moment and once again shook Yamamoto's heart with words. That's when Yamamoto hesitantly spoke. "Ahem... if that's the case..." At last, Yamamoto resolve began to tremble rapidly. After all, there was no harm in getting a heart ultrasound. 'Time to wrap this up.' Then I revealed one more shocking piece of information I had known before the regression. "Oh, also.... Did you know that your beloved Monk Fujita joined hands with Director Abe, who's sitting right next to him? Hoping you'd collapse?" "That's why I came here willingly—to inform you of that," I said with a relaxed expression. 'You didn't summon me. I came here of my own will.' Immediately, Fujita and Abe jumped up from their seats. "Y-you arrogant bastard! How dare you!" "You insolent fool! Do you have a death wish?" The ones who brought me here were no different from yakuza. In other words, if they changed their minds, they could call those men again to threaten me. Nevertheless, I wasn't afraid. Because Yamamoto, now seventy-two-year-old, was staring at the fifty-two-year-old Abe with eyes full of suspicion. Yamamoto shouted, and Fujita and Abe shouted in turn. "This is a misunderstanding, sir!" Yamamoto gagged them both with a glare, then turned his gaze to me. "Then how do you explain my personal physician who visits me weekly for checkups? He said I'm in excellent health for my age. How do you explain that? If you're truly a fortuneteller, explain that to me." That physician would also later be revealed to have been in league with Abe. But I figured if I said that now, they wouldn't let me go, so I gave a vague answer. "That doctor is either in cahoots with Director Abe, or he's just incompetent. It's one or the other, isn't it?" Yamamoto's face stiffened. Everything was lining up logically, and at last, he began to believe me. Just then, Tanaka shouted in desperation. "Sir! You can't let yourself be swayed by that lunatic! Why are you listening to such nonsense?" 'Yes, CEO Tanaka. You walked right into it. You'll have to pay for dragging me here.' With a smirk, I laid a trap for him. "CEO Tanaka. You seem to be working with Director Abe as well." I furrowed my brow and spoke as if prophesying, and Tanaka's eyes widened in panic. "W-what nonsense! I am loyal only to Mr. Chairman!" "That's odd... Didn't you secretly hope Mr. Chairman wouldn't get checked and would pass away?" Only then did Tanaka realize the implication of his own words and panic. "N-no, that's not what I meant..." Sure enough, Yamamoto bared his teeth as he glared at Tanaka. "So if I die, Abe promised you a position?" Tanaka jumped out of his seat and dropped to the dusty floor in a full dogeza. "Sir! Absolutely not! Please believe me!" However, Yamamoto no longer trusted him. Tanaka's future, after attacking me, was as good as over. Then Yamamoto asked me after a long pause, "What if what you're saying turns out to be wrong?" "More than that, what will you give me if I'm right? Surely you won't ignore someone who just saved your life?" "That's only if you're right!" After some thought, Yamamoto nodded. "Fine. If you're right, I'll grant you one request." "My request is simple. Do not block the termination of the partnership with Aris Production. In other words, allow us to leave Bunnies." Yamamoto wasn't the kind of man to grant more than that anyway, so I had to propose something he could accept. "Then what will you do if you're wrong?" "If I'm wrong, I'll personally take responsibility for all the portrait rights contracts between the pachinko company Mirhan and our entertainers." Planning to hand over the Japanese portrait rights of Hoop Entertainment's actors and singers to the pachinko company Mirhan couldn't have been done by Tanaka alone. That level of order clearly must have come from someone like Yamamoto himself. At that moment, Yamamoto looked at Kang Gam-Chan beside me. "Kang-Kun. Can you vouch for this?" When Kang Gam-Chan looked at me, I gave a confident nod. He knew I would never risk my entertainers, not even one. After a moment of thought, Kang Gam-Chan nodded. "If it's Star Jung the Fortuneteller saying it, then I believe everything." As Kang Gam-Chan joined in support, Yamamoto nodded. "Very well. Let's do that." At the same time, Yamamoto pressed the bell on the table. The door to the meeting room opened, and six of the president's personal bodyguards entered. Yamamoto ordered, "You, take these three out of here. And one of you, bring my personal physician Yuuki! I'm heading across the street to Sanyo Hospital for a checkup." The bodyguards surrounded the three, while one of them dashed off. And so our group left the VIP meeting room on the 11th floor of Aris Production and headed to the elevator. At that moment, I secretly sent a text, just like Suzuki had advised. 'You never know what might happen. It's better to have insurance.' [Sanyo Hospital en route. Need assistance.] We arrived at the VIP room at Sanyo Hospital, less than a hundred meters from Aris Production. After the hospital director and all the medical staff rushed in, a cardiologist personally conducted the examination. The cardiologist, hair tousled, stood up straight and spoke. "His heart is enlarged. In addition, his condition has worsened due to heavy drinking and overeating. I hate to say this, but unless he is hospitalized immediately, there is a very high chance he will suffer cardiac arrest." Yamamoto's complexion changed as he turned his glare toward Abe, Fujita, and Physician Yuuki, all dragged in by the guards. "Fujita, Yuuki. Did Director Abe here put you up to this? Tell me the truth, and I'll spare your lives." Fujita and Yuuki went pale and began trembling. Then they bowed deeply in dogeza and confessed. "H-he threatened to kill us if we didn't follow along." "M-me too. It's the same for me." At that moment, Abe cursed the two as traitors and shouted at Yamamoto through gritted teeth. "Mr. Chairman! Just how many more years were you planning to stay in power? That's why I did it. But I swear, I never intended to kill you! Please believe me!" Yamamoto's expression turned icy. "You really thought you'd get away with this?" He then turned to the bodyguards and barked, "Get Abe, Fujita, and Yuuki out of here." The bodyguards dragged the three away. Then, Tanaka of Aris Production once again threw himself onto the hospital floor in a deep bow, tearing at his hair. A loud sound echoed as he hit the floor. "S-sir. I only came here to relay a message from President Choi Man-Sik of Korea! You know this well, don't you? Please?" 'What? Choi Man-Sik was behind this too?' I had just uncovered an unexpected piece of information. Yamamoto clicked his tongue. "You've got light knees and a loose mouth." Yamamoto looked at us. "As long as Bunnies's name doesn't get dragged into this, I'll hand this one over to you." In other words, he wouldn't mind if we sued Tanaka. Kang Gam-Chan replied immediately. "Understood. Even if the story gets out, we'll only speak about Aris Production and CEO Tanaka." "Alright. Then my lawyer will send over the contract termination papers at first light tomorrow. Do with Tanaka as you please—sue him, kill him, whatever you want." Tanaka turned pale and thrashed in desperation as he was grabbed by the bodyguards. "P-please, sir. Please spare me..." "Get out of my sight, you bastard!!" Tanaka, too, was dragged out by the bodyguards. Feeling relieved, only then did I bow with Kang Gam-Chan and prepare to leave. That's when Yamamoto's eyes lit up as he looked at me. "Wait! Put that matter aside. Would you consider joining me? I'll pay you double, no, triple of what you're making now." Superstitious as he was, Yamamoto wanted me to replace Fujita, who was now gone. I thought about how to refuse, and I figured money was the best route. After all, he was a notorious miser. "Last year, my annual salary including incentives far exceeded 1.5 billion won. This year, it'll surpass two billion. And when you include my additional income, I'll easily make over three billion on my own. Triple that would be more than ten billion won, wouldn't it?" Yamamoto's eyes widened at my unexpected earnings. But soon, he nodded and replied. "Ten billion won annually... Alright. If you're powerful enough to save my life, you're worth every penny." Contrary to my expectations, Yamamoto threw out a massive offer without hesitation. Saving his life had only made his greed grow worse. I realized then I would have to wait for the insurance I had prepared to arrive. Pretending to think it over, I closed my eyes without replying. "Hmph..." Apparently annoyed by my hesitation, Yamamoto gave a signal to his secretary. Immediately, the guards in the room surrounded us. "I've never let go of someone I wanted, man or woman. For the sake of your entertainers, I hope you accept." He was implying that if I refused his offer, Bunnies Production would use its tabloid, Shuken Mirai, to fabricate dirt on any of our celebrities trying to enter Japan. For example, by having stalkers tail Cherry Blossom to take incriminating photos, sneaking into female celebrities' dressing rooms, or booking male idols into the same hotel lobby and faking scandal rumors even if they never met. It was dirty and disgusting, but these tactics worked disturbingly well with the public. There were ways to counter it, but it would take time. First, I needed to get out of here. "Could you give me just one day to think it over?" I asked. Yamamoto scoffed. "Hmph. Once you leave, you'll start scheming again. Do you think I'm that gullible?" It looked like I had no choice but to wait for my insurance to arrive. I was wondering how to stall when the hospital room door opened and a guard burst in. "Mr. Chairman! There's a big problem!" "Can't you see I'm in the middle of something important?" "It's the Tojokai bastards. They've blocked the hospital entrance!" Tojokai, known in Korean as Tokyo Gang, was a real yakuza gang based in Tokyo. It turned out the gang Suzuki mentioned, the one with her maternal uncle as the boss, was more powerful than I had thought. And since they were enemies of the Yamamoto-aligned Yamaguchi syndicate, Yamamoto was visibly rattled. "Why the hell would they show up here?" The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩 "They're demanding that we hand over Chief Jung and President Kang Gam-Chan immediately." "Yes, sir. They say these two are under their protection." Hearing something so unexpected, Yamamoto's face twisted with frustration. He had tried so hard to keep me close, only to realize he no longer could. Though Yamamoto searched for another way, in the end, he couldn't find one. "God damn it..." I looked at Yamamoto and smiled softly. "I'm sorry, sir. But I don't think I can become your man." Yamamoto didn't say another word about making me his. He knew he couldn't start a war with the yakuza just to keep me. Thanks to that, Hoop Entertainment and I were finally free of Bunnies Production's influence. That was one matter settled. Now it was time to leave this place and pay Choi Man-Sik back for what he orchestrated. 'Choi Man-Sik. Just wait. Your turn is next.'