h4Chapter 1674: Chapter 1506: Everyone, Come Out (Subscription Requested!)/h4

Anti-monopoly split.

In principle.

Shareholder rights cannot be stripped away; this isn’t a seizure, but rather an order to split into multiplepanies. The manner varies greatly due to differentws in each country.

For a century.

Globally, there have not been manypanies split by antitrust actions.

The reason is simple.

Resource-type monopolies are increasingly difficult.

In the past.

Oil, steel, railway, tel, etc., those Western giants didn’t foresee the antitrustws that cameter, and each developed aggressively, ultimately unable to escape the fate of being split up.

Now?

Nobody’s foolish.

Knowing the ’destination’ of this path, they’ll find ways to avoid it.

On the other hand.

Technology-type monopolies are bing more mainstream, and these are difficult to break. For example, the United States has mored for over a decade to break up Microsoft, but in the end, it came to nothing, and Microsoft remained stable as a rock ten yearster.

No way.

Oilpanies are easy to split.

But how does one split an operating system?

In the Samsung split draft, it’s mainly based on its existing business and asset proportions, divided into ’big chunks’, then allocated to Samsung’s various major shareholders behind it.

Samsung.

And other South Korean chaebol.

The shareholders aren’t just one or two families, but arge amount of international capital.

Before ’97.

The majority of shares in these conglomerates were still in the hands of South Korean families.

Unfortunately.

The financial crisis hit, the South Korean government was on the brink of bankruptcy, the United States interfered, and South Korea ultimately had to turn to the IMF (International Mary Fund) for aid, receiving over 50 billion USD in loans.

The cost was opening the main gate of capital to the West.

This time.

South Korea’s various chaebol and many fields were prated by Western capital; strictly speaking, over fifty percent of stocks inpanies like Samsung are controlled by Western capital.

But the control remains in Korean hands.

Because of this.

Companies like Samsung can sell their products unrestricted in Western markets.

If split.

Many secondary business units may be independent, and Samsung’s current controllers can choose to keep thergest part, such as Samsung Electronics, but in other areas like construction, chemical industry, aviation, mechanical engineering, finance...

After splitting.

They are likely topletely fall under Westernpany control.

In other words.

These splitpanies will remain with Samsung’s current major shareholders, outsiders cannot acquire them temporarily unless the shareholders decide to sell them.

This is quite possible.

Capital.

Does not always have an interest in business.

Of course.

It depends on Congress approval, otherwise, these assumptions do not hold.

...

South Korea.

Seoul.

Gangnam District.

Inside a high-rise apartment.

On the neenth floor.

"Ding."

The elevator door slowly opened. ’Tap tap...’ five men walked out, nced around, and arrived at a door marked 193. The leader took out a key.

Opening the door.

"Wow, this doesn’t look like a man’s home at all."

"It’s way too clean."

"The floor can be used as a mirror."

"The prosecutor has good treatment."

"Don’t mess things up, take off your shoes, hide in the bedroom, don’t leave too much of your scent in the living room, he’ll be back in ten minutes," said the leader, Lee Joon-seok, as he slipped into the bedroom.

A man’s scent.

Is very distinct.

"There’s a rose fragrance here, he seems to have no girlfriend, could it be...?"

"Stop talking."

Clearing traces.

The five entered the tidy bedroom.

Cleanliness.

Almost spotless.

"This guy is really peculiar."

"Odd is normal, his recent actions are those only a madman would take."

"True."

"Remember, this task must not fail."

"Boss, don’t worry."

"How capable can one prosecutor be."

"I don’t know who wants him dead."

"Me neither, he’s offended too many big shots, there aren’t less than a hundred, at least eighty who want him dead," Lee Joon-seok replied, secretly admiring the prosecutor.

Unfortunately.

He’s offended too many people.

Arrests.

It’s what this prosecutor has done most in the past six months; if it were anyone else, it’d be alright, but he almost exclusively targets conglomerate people, most evidence is solid, with both witness and material evidence.

Either alreadymenting behind bars.

Or on their way toment.

Making enemies worldwide.

Because of his ability and the media’s ’real-time registration’, now he’s almost the nation’s celebrity prosecutor, nearly everyone knows him, touted as the ’conglomerate nemesis’.

Naturally.

Numerous hate him deeply.

Their purpose here is simple—to send him off.

The employer wants it to look like an ident.

The reward is generous.

"I used to be his fan not long ago, now, heh, money is justice," one subordinate said, rubbing his hands, thrilled about the reward for this task.

At this moment.

Lee Joon-seok took out his weapons, which were obviously for controlling the situation.

Feeling a bit strange.

Why did the employer hire these ’amateur yers’? With the conglomerates’ power, hiring professional assassins should be no difficulty, but looking at the money, they epted despite doubts.

Five minutester.

Everyone grew tense, listening by the door.

Eight minutester.

No movement, but it should be soon.

Five more minutes passed.

Silent.

"What’s going on, isn’t he supposed to be here by now?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe something held him up, wait a bit longer."

"Oh."

Another five minutes went by.

"He should be here soon."

Five more minutes.

"Why isn’t he back yet."

"Soon."

Like this.

Five minutes turned into five minutes.

They waited half an hour past the nned time, with no sign or sound outside. Impatient, they didn’t dare leave, fearing a stroke of bad luck, facing him head-on as he arrived.

One ced his ear against the door.

Feeling bored.

"Knock knock knock."

A knock at the door startled them to near death, their hairs standing on end.

"Gulp."

They exchanged eye contact, sharing unmistakable fear.

"Enough time inside? If so,e out quickly," followed by a familiar voice outside, heard on TV—the target, the prosecutor.

It’s over.

Their faces turned pale.

Exposed.

Outside surely awaiting them were many gun barrels, for sure. ncing at the weapons in hand, thinking quickly, Lee Joon-seok collected the weapons and threw them out after a look through the window.

Down below it’s grass.

No police cars in sight, probably in the underground garage.

"Boss is really clever," praised the subordinates.

In this way.

At most, it’s unauthorized entry into civilian houses.

"Remember, we’re here to steal,"

"Understood."

The subordinates nodded.

Took a deep breath.

Opened the door.

Hmm?

Where is he?

Empty.

Lee Joon-seok stretched out his head.

Looking left, his eyes opened wide; in the living room, the prosecutor was leisurely eating, having brought it back in a thermal box, seemingly having finished most.

Damn.

Entering and eating without a sound?

Where are the police?

Probably ambushed around the corner.

"Sorry, didn’t expect anyone to be home." Lee Joon-seok spread his hands with an awkward smile.

"Come out, all of you."

The young prosecutor said calmly, smiling lightly.