Anti-monopoly split.
In principle.
Shareholder rights cannot be stripped away; this isn’t a seizure, but rather an order to split into multiple companies. The manner varies greatly due to different laws in each country.
For a century.
Globally, there have not been many companies split by antitrust actions.
The reason is simple.
Resource-type monopolies are increasingly difficult.
In the past.
Oil, steel, railway, telecom, etc., those Western giants didn’t foresee the antitrust laws that ca later, 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 becoming more mainstream, and these are difficult to break. For example, the United States has clamored for over a decade to break up Microsoft, but in the end, it ca to nothing, and Microsoft remained stable as a rock ten years later.
No way.
Oil companies 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 a large amount of international capital.
Before ’97.
The majority of shares in these conglorates were still in the hands of South Korean families.
Unfortunately.
The financial crisis hit, the South Korean governnt was on the brink of bankruptcy, the United States interfered, and South Korea ultimately had to turn to the IMF (International Monetary Fund) for aid, receiving over 50 billion USD in loans.
The cost was opening the main gate of capital to the West.
This ti.
South Korea’s various chaebol and many fields were penetrated by Western capital; strictly speaking, over fifty percent of stocks in companies 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 beco independent, and Samsung’s current controllers can choose to keep the largest part, such as Samsung Electronics, but in other areas like construction, chemical industry, aviation, chanical engineering, finance...
After splitting.
They are likely to completely fall under Western company control.
In other words.
These split companies 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 apartnt.
On the nineteenth floor.
"Ding."
The elevator door slowly opened. ’Tap tap...’ five n walked out, glanced 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 ho at all."
"It’s way too clean."
"The floor can be used as a mirror."
"The prosecutor has good treatnt."
"Don’t ss 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."
"Rember, this task must not fail."
"Boss, don’t worry."
"How capable can one prosecutor be."
"I don’t know who wants him dead."
" 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 conglorate people, most evidence is solid, with both witness and material evidence.
Either already lanting behind bars.
Or on their way to lant.
Making enemies worldwide.
Because of his ability and the dia’s ’real-ti registration’, now he’s almost the nation’s celebrity prosecutor, nearly everyone knows him, touted as the ’conglorate nesis’.
Naturally.
Nurous hate him deeply.
Their purpose here is simple—to send him off.
The employer wants it to look like an accident.
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 mont.
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 players’? With the conglorates’ power, hiring professional assassins should be no difficulty, but looking at the money, they accepted despite doubts.
Five minutes later.
Everyone grew tense, listening by the door.
Eight minutes later.
No movent, 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 sothing 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 planned ti, 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 placed 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 ti inside? If so, co 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. Glancing 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.
"Rember, 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 ho." Lee Joon-seok spread his hands with an awkward smile.
"Co out, all of you."
The young prosecutor said calmly, smiling lightly.
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