928. Twelve Shots, Twelve Makes!
It was said that the lives of the chaebols could be described as a world of luxury and indulgence.
Those girl groups were kept by the chaebols.
For ordinary people, making even the slightest connection with them could mean a lifetime of success and security.
But Wang had no interest in their luxurious lives.
With his current standing in the NBA, if he wanted to live in luxury, it would be easy enough.
So whenever the chaebols invited Wang to visit them, he turned them all down.
"Sorry, my schedule is already set, and I don't have any extra time."
When the airport chairman, Park In-yong, heard Wang's refusal, he was utterly shocked.
He had dreamed his whole life of getting in with the chaebols, but had never found a way in.
Now the Five Major Chaebols had all come to court this young man, and he had actually turned them down.
Who was he to dare act so high and mighty?
As far as Park In-yong knew, Wang was nothing more than an NBA star—a hired hand, a laborer.
And yet he dared refuse an invitation from South Korea's Five Major Chaebols.
Had he lost his mind?
Besides, turning down the Five Major Chaebols in South Korea was basically a slap in their faces.
Was he trying to get himself killed?
Thinking this, Park In-yong stole a glance at the people from the Five Major Chaebols.
To his surprise, they weren't angry at all. Every one of them was still smiling warmly.
That shocked Park In-yong even more.
Who exactly was this young man?
"Since your schedule is already set, we won't impose on you."
"Mr. Wang, we've arranged your accommodation and transportation here in South Korea. Please let us know if you need