I Become a Mafia in the Academy

Chapter 17

"Yes, accept the condition... Huh? What did you say?"

The president, who had been smiling, wiped the smile off his face and looked at me with a bewildered expression, as if he had not anticipated my refusal.

I spoke to the president again.

"Thank you for the offer. But I will decline the offer."

"...Are you really going to refuse? Then you're saying you don't need the consent form?"

"No, that's not it. What I want to say is... I would like to make another offer to you."

"Another... offer?"

I take out my phone and call the number at the top of my recent call log. After two rings, a voice answers.

-I've answered the phone.

"Han Seojun. Did you bring it?"

-Yes, I'm waiting outside the door right now.

"Come in."

-Understood.

As soon as I hang up and put the phone back in my pocket, the door to the club room we entered opens and Han Seojun walks in.

"Young Master. Here it is."

Han Seojun places two briefcases on the desk in front of me, bows silently, and then immediately leaves the room. The president, who had been staring blankly at Han Seojun, lets out a scoff as he exits.

"...Who is that guy?"

"Is that important?"

Without even glancing aside, I unlock the briefcases.

Inside the open briefcases are numerous file folders. I take a few out and scatter them over the board game box, then start talking to the president.

"The board game club. A club located on the first floor of the club hall, with a bronze rank. It's difficult to purchase the board games that are released every year with the ten million credits you receive monthly, so you borrowed money at an interest rate close to usury through the economics club, and it has accumulated to fifty million credits now... Is that correct?"

"Wait, how does a freshman like you know that...?"

"You should know that's not the important part, right? And last year, there was mention of adjusting the basic subsidy because there were no new members... You're really on the brink."

"Ah, no, that's...!"

"Well, that doesn't matter to me. What's really important is why I'm telling you this."

I snap my fingers to refocus on the main point.

The president seems to realize something, his eyes widening as he glares at me.

"...Are you planning to buy the consent form? Is that it?"

I smirk at his words.

"Correct."

"Buying a consent form with money, what kind of nonsense is that───."

"───Fifty million credits."

"What?"

Thud.

Crash─!

The remaining briefcase opens, and something spills out.

Bills, bills, bills.

Each one spread out on the table is a bundle of money.

The president just gaped at the sight, which was beyond comprehension.

"Uh, uh..."

"I would like to make an offer to the board game club."

Not just any offer,

An offer that cannot be refused.

"Here, there are fifty million credits right now. Freshly withdrawn from my account."

"What... are you saying...?"

"Oh, and coincidentally, the debt the board game club is carrying is also fifty million credits. Isn't this an amazing coincidence? You can pay off all the debt by handing over one club certification!"

Slowly, I lean in and whisper into the president's ear.

"Isn't it wonderful?"

If the other party doesn't accept the offer, give them money. If they still refuse, consider whether the money was insufficient.

It's a truly amazing saying, no matter who said it.

The president, who had been staring at me blankly, extends a trembling hand toward the desk.

Swipe.

At the same time, he pulls the scattered bills toward me, looking at me with pathetic eyes.

"But still, the fate of the club because of mere money───."

"Hmm, if you think that way, it's disappointing. Does this look like just money to you? What I'm offering is an opportunity. An opportunity for the board game club to survive."

Ah, and one more thing──.

I look down at him with an indifferent expression and mutter quietly.

"Don't even think about negotiating. If you don't accept this offer, I'll just go to another club."

The way to instill fear in people isn't just through violence.

By using the other party's situation and psychology, making them realize how great an opportunity this is, and letting them know what will happen if they miss this chance.

This is the way to make someone fearful through the situation and atmosphere, not violence.

"...All I have to do is write the consent form?"

"Yes. After that, you can take this briefcase and go pay off the debt."

"...Just wait a moment. I'll go get it right away."

"Yes, I'll wait here patiently, so there's no need to rush, senior."

After finishing my conversation with the president of the board game club, I return to where the kids are, and they all stare at me blankly.

"...Why are you all looking at me like that?"

I'm sure I didn't make any mistakes, so why are they doing this?

"Uh... Yoojin, you're kinder? scarier? than I thought."

"Boss, I almost got scared out of my wits..."

"...Thinking of buying a consent form with money, that's ridiculous."

The kids, having watched my method, each show different reactions.

"At first, I thought it was just a threat with money... but when you think about it, the board game club doesn't lose anything from this offer. Fifty million credits is a huge amount of money, is it okay to use such a large sum like this?"

"...A large sum?"

Fifty million credits would be roughly fifty million won in Korean currency.

Maybe because in games, the average cost to equip one piece of gear is around one hundred million credits. Even after handing over an amount equivalent to fifty million won to someone else, I didn't feel any sense of loss.

Above all...

"It's just pocket money, so it's fine."

"...What?"

Especially when you consider my, Yoojin Han Calione's, bank balance, this amount is really just pocket change.

The Calione Family is one of the most prominent underworld families in the world. Thanks to that, my bank account is in a state of unimaginable abundance.

Moreover, the fifty million credits I used this time were just a part of the amount I received from my father after dealing with the Blunte Family, so it's not even accurate to say my wealth has decreased.

The kids, unaware of these facts, just stared at me blankly, not understanding what I was talking about.

"Freshman."

The president approaches me with a document envelope in hand, indicating that the consent form is complete.

"Here's the bronze club consent form you mentioned."

"You finished it faster than I expected. Thank you."

After receiving the document envelope from him, I naturally pass it to Jinwoo.

"Seeing you use such a large amount of money to get a consent form from a bronze club like ours... Are you planning to do this properly?"

"Yes, just as you think."

Upon hearing my answer, the president chuckles.

"To think I'd see a freshman creating a club in my time. Although I have nothing to say about giving you the consent form in this way... Since you've taken our club's consent form, do your best."

He extends his hand to me, speaking with sincerity.

I grasp the president's hand and nod.

"You don't need to worry."

With that, everything on this side is done.

Leaving the board game club behind, we head straight to the lobby on the first floor of the hall.

"I didn't expect to get the bronze consent form this easily... How do you plan to get the silver club consent form?"

Youngje immediately asks about the next schedule.

Since it took less than an hour to get the consent form from the board game club, we still have plenty of time, so I walk slowly and say.

"The silver club will actually be easier."

"Huh?"

"Well, you'll see when we get there."

The next destination, the silver club, had its office on the fourth floor of the club hall.

"Wow, the upper floors are definitely different from the lower ones. This place is so clean it's almost shining."

Jinwoo is the first to step out of the elevator, looking around.

"Boss, what kind of club is this one? We've conquered the board game club... Archery club? Shooting club? Something like that?"

"No, it's not such a grand club... We're going to a club that does business."

"A business club?"

As soon as we step out of the elevator and turn the corner, the first thing we see is an elegant black door. Next to it, there's a sign that reads [International Trade Club].

"International Trade Club? What kind of place is this?"

"I've heard of it before!"

Kim Seah raises her hand, indicating she knows something about the club we're heading to.

"It's a club that quickly and accurately delivers overseas products that can't be found at the academy or local markets through their own routes! They say there's nothing they can't get if you pay them, right?"

"Huh? I get it for the boss, but how do you know about it?"

"I looked into it because they offer a pretty good salary."

Jinwoo is impressed by Kim Seah's unexpected knowledge. Seeing their friendly interaction, I smile and say.

"Not everything, but if it's not something special, you can get most things from here."

As Kim Seah said, the [International Trade Club] is a kind of trading request office where they'll get anything for you if you pay them.

In the game, it served as a shop within the academy, and there's one fact you naturally learn about the [International Trade Club] as you follow the academy's routes.

"Let's go in without wasting time."

"What? Just like that?!"

Kim Seah is taken aback by my decision to open the door and enter without any prior preparation.

As I open the door and step inside, we're greeted by a large space reminiscent of an office and the cold air coming from the air conditioner.

No, it was the cold atmosphere that greeted us.

"You were supposed to bring in the real thing, and you brought a fake? How are you going to make up for this loss!"

"I, I'm sorry! Manager!"

"Sorry? Sorry? Does being sorry end your club life? I'm docking your salary to cover the loss, so you better be prepared. Got it?!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

As soon as we enter, we hear a sharp voice. Soon, the woman scolding the employee turns her sharp gaze towards us upon sensing our presence.

"...What is it? It's not even club opening time yet."

Is she telling us to leave in such a roundabout way?

"We're not here to buy anything."

"What? Then what?"

"We're here to meet the president of the International Trade Club."

"What? Hold on, judging by the color of your badge, you're freshmen... Hey, do you know what kind of place this is? Is our president some kind of dog that comes running at your call?"

"Not a dog."

"What?"

I give the flustered guy a smile and mimic shaking a bell.

"Can you spare a moment to see me?"

"What are you trying to do now───."

"Jingle jingle."

Then, a woman who was about to shout at us pushes past the employee and approaches us, making a bell sound.

The woman, dressed in a cadet uniform modified to resemble a black suit, approaches me expressionlessly while making the bell sound.

"It's been a while. Isn't it?"

"...Huh?"

A beautiful woman with her hair tied back, revealing her pure white neckline.

She steps forward past the flustered employee, bows to me, and speaks calmly.

"The president of the International Trade Club, Lee Haru, greets the young master."