Chapter 40: MyLen (2)

That I could kidnap Ellen Marshall so easily…

It’s truly a momentous occasion.

He stared at me with a dumbfounded expression. He still doesn’t seem to grasp the situation.

You, you’ve been kidnapped.

“…So, what, what is it?”

He only uttered such absurd words; My Ryeon still hadn’t fully understood the situation.

But I’m a merciful person, so I didn’t pull a gun on him. Instead, I decided to fulfill his fantastical delusions.

“I came here because I want to be friends with you!”

“…?”

I nodded slightly with a bright smile.

“Ah, let me introduce myself first. My name is Yu Hayeon. You’ve already introduced yourself. I already knew it. My Ryeon, right?”

A chaebol heiress, a super genius, pretty girl like me personally created a “boy meets girl” plot, there are no boys who wouldn’t be moved by this.

Especially a boy in the midst of puberty.

“How?”

Fortunately, he still seemed to have some sense left, and he opened his mouth warily. It was cute how he kept glancing at my face.

‘Ah, I’ve developed a bad habit.’

Why is it so fun to tease people?

“I saw an interesting code in a magazine.”

“…You found me because you saw the game code I posted in the magazine?”

I nodded with a bright smile.

“Yep!”

My Ryeon didn’t ask how I found him with just that. There aren’t many young ladies who drive around in a Benz with a beautiful secretary.

Especially if their last name is Yu.

“Why?”

“You seemed smart. I don’t have anyone my age to talk to. Don’t you think so too? People are dumber than you think.”

Of course, I don’t think that. Intelligence and wisdom are different realms, and I also do foolish things.

Besides, Chairman Yu Seongpil and former Chief Economic Secretary Kim Haeik alone are far more outstanding than me in my past life. Even compared to me in this life, they’re similar, so honestly, I think of myself as a humble genius.

But… My Ryeon would be different. My Ryeon’s father was quite smart, but he was far behind Ellen Marshall.

“Just, just because of that, a rich girl like you came to see me? No, what about what you said earlier? To get in, right?”

“That was just a line. I saw a spy movie a while ago, and I wrote it down on my bucket list of things I wanted to do someday.”

Fortunately, My Ryeon was also a weirdo on par with me, so he understood me.

Or he gave up on understanding.

“And, because I’m a rich girl like me, I can come to see you. Don’t you think?”

“That’s… I guess so.”

Surprisingly, many people just come to meet someone based on short articles in newspapers or magazines. Before the Internet was developed, all sorts of things happened.

Hiring someone just because of the code posted in a magazine is nothing. Countless people flocked to a post that said, “Let’s go to Antarctica to die,” and there were also girls who immigrated to a faraway land to get married after seeing just a single photo.

That’s how the romantic 20th century was.

Even these unbelievable antics will be packaged as a normal meeting of geniuses after a few decades.

“Come on, let’s go to the company! Sihyeon, let’s go!”

“…Yes.”

-Vroom!

The black sedan sped through the streets. My Ryeon, as if he hadn’t regained his sense of reality yet, pinched his face or stared blankly out the window.

Then, as if he had just thought of something, he asked me.

“…Ah, wait. Company? What company?”

“Didn’t I tell you? I have a small company. Why do you think I’m looking for you?”

“You said you were looking for a friend earlier…”

“Your name wasn’t written in the magazine, was it? I didn’t know you were 13 at first.”

I knew, but I had a good excuse.

Pygmalion Soft was about to start full-scale software development.

“Originally, I was going to recruit a programmer for my company. But when I searched, guess what, there was another guy like me in Korea!”

I smiled angelically and poked My Ryeon’s chest with my index finger.

The boy’s face turned bright red.

Pygmalion Soft is a game company, and a software company. However, it doesn’t develop game software.

Because… it’s not profitable.

What my company does now can be divided into bringing in amazing foreign games like Tetris and developing software to be used within Daeha Group.

It’s quite obvious, but I’m one of the best developers in Daeha Group, no, in all of Korea. With a brain that’s become even better after reincarnation and future knowledge, it wouldn’t make sense for me not to be able to program.

Getting software work is a piece of cake. Programmers in Korea are all studying by looking at our company’s code.

“Py-Pygmalion Soft? You’re the owner?”

In other words… My Ryeon knew my company.

He stared at my company’s sign with his mouth agape. He seemed more excited than when he looked at my perfect beauty.

“To be precise, not the president, but the owner.”

“It’s the same thing! As expected, you’re the Daeha Group heiress!”

I felt both proud and strangely moved. Ellen Marshall reacted like that to my company.

“It’s too early to be surprised, huh. Now, come inside.”

I chuckled and brought My Ryeon inside the company. Then, I confidently waved to the president.

“Sir, I brought a friend. Let him look around for a bit. Is that okay?”

“Ah, yes.”

The president glanced at My Ryeon before turning his head away. My Ryeon’s intense gaze intensified.

Ah, this is it.

That amazing Ellen Marshall, a top power player in my past life, is showing such an enthusiastic reaction!

Feeling a thrilling sensation running down my spine, I excitedly showed My Ryeon around.

“This is the company computer. I bought it from Yongsan Electronics Market last year to celebrate its opening.”

-Thump.

He practically ran and grabbed the computer, drooling.

“Wow, it’s a Macintosh II! Wow! Amiga 2000! This is so hard to find…”

As expected, seeing the Mac and other things before the IBM shows that his hipster spirit remains.

“How is it? Pretty good, right? 80MB of storage and 8MB of RAM.”

For me, who remembers my past life, it’s still frustrating, but by today’s standards, it’s a very good state-of-the-art computer.

Of the computers I own, the only one better than this is the Cray supercomputer secretly prepared in the US under the name of the US Alpha Fund.

I originally wanted to bring it to the Daeha Securities basement… but the Cray-2S, Korea’s first supercomputer, is being brought in under the name of the nation this November, so bringing mine in first would be too conspicuous, so I gave up.

The price also exceeds $10 million, which is a huge burden.

“…Wow.”

However, since My Ryeon had only used ordinary personal computers, this alone was enough to impress him.

He turned on the computer as if hypnotized, with a short exclamation.

“The colors are amazing. Can I use this?”

I readily allowed him. Praise from talented people never gets old.

You’re using a computer with about 16 colors? It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere, take your time. Heh, you’ll probably break it.

“…”

My Ryeon, finally regaining his composure, flinched.

“Ah, uhm. Right.”

Anyway, seeing his eyes light up when he sees the latest computer, you can tell his personality.

He turned on the Amiga 2000 and fiddled with it, then opened his mouth with trembling eyes.

“…How many colors are there? It seems to have far more than 256 colors.”

“4096 colors.”

It’s the best quality personal computer I could find. The performance is a bit lower than the Macintosh, but at least the color is the best.

Ooh, good. This is the reaction.

Praise me more.

Being fawned over by the enemy (one-sided) from my past life made me feel a little better. It’s like achieving enlightenment…

Anyway, hedge funds are the ones who extort money from ants, yet he said something about that. It was really bad, thinking back.

He posted mocking articles instead of helping fellow Korean Americans… That won’t happen in this life.

“Whew, I had fun. Thank you. Yu Hayeon… right?”

My Ryeon, who had been fiddling with the computer in the company office until dusk, expressed his gratitude on his way home.

I nodded with a bright smile.

“Right. My Ryeon, it was fun today. Let’s meet again?”

As if he lacked female interaction, he slightly blushed and avoided my gaze.

“Oh, but… you said you wanted to hire me?”

“Hmm, I still want to. But it’s difficult because you’re a minor. Let’s just meet sometimes and talk.”

A look of disappointment briefly crossed his eyes, then his expression turned resolute. A determined look.

“Meeting often is a good thing, right?”

“Yeah, that’s true. But I’m busy, so I won’t be able to meet often. If you wait about 3 years, I’ll follow you to your middle school, so we can meet for about a year.”

My Ryeon stroked his chin with a puzzled expression.

‘Hah, he doesn’t even know how lucky he is.’

If a pretty girl like me had said this much, he should’ve been grateful.

“I have an idea.”

“What is it?”

“It might not work, so it’s a secret. But don’t worry too much. I’m good at execution.”

I know that. He’s Ellen Marshall after all.

He smiled slyly, waved at me, and went home.

I should’ve felt uneasy.

Hah, but why do I feel so anxious?

I felt exactly this way when that guy said my fund was a ‘huge scam’ in my past life…

Two weeks later, Monday morning.

At school, I pinched my cheeks, doubting my eyes.

‘What is this, am I seeing things?’

A teenage boy with an awkward smile was waving at me.

It was My Ryeon.

“…Hi?”

Oh, I see.

As soon as he learned about military conscription, he negotiated with his father to obtain American citizenship, and as soon as he became an adult, he gave up his Korean citizenship and went to the US. That crazy execution power was unleashed again.

Yeah, yeah, he could do that.

But why is he here? This is a 4th-grade classroom.

Then, the homeroom teacher came and added a kind explanation.

Everyone? We have a new transfer student. His name is My Ryeon, and you should be friendly to him. Okay? …Sit over there. Okay?

“…”

What?

Why are you here?

I quietly got up and whispered to him.

“…Why are you still in 4th grade? You’re two years older than me. Weren’t you in 6th grade?”

“I failed. I wanted to play with computers.”

This crazy b*stard.

“…For, two years? You’re crazy?”

“Yeah, I was originally going to do it for only a year… but my dad beat me up, so I spent an extra year in the hospital. It worked out well, didn’t it?”

Tsk, I didn’t know that.

I felt a little sorry, but I decided to be shameless. Not to brag, but I have a lot to show off as well.

“That’s too bad. My dad died early, so he can’t beat me up now.”