The journey for the maknae son to claw his way up the family ladder is practically its own sub-genre at this point. It's rarely about business acumen alone—that's table stakes. The real narrative engine is him proving his intrinsic worth in a system rigged to see him as frivolous or weak. Often he starts from a position of deliberate underestimation, maybe seen as the artistic one, the black sheep who pursued music instead of an MBA, or just the perpetually overlooked 'baby' of the family. His respect isn't granted; it's seized through a crisis no one else saw coming, like a hostile takeover targeting the family's sentimental core asset, which he alone understands the value of.
I think the most satisfying arcs are when he doesn't simply become a carbon copy of his cold, elder brothers. His victory lies in leveraging the very traits they dismissed—his external networks outside high finance, his empathy that reads a market's emotional undercurrents, or even his reputation as a 'playboy' that disarms rivals. He might save the conglomerate not by a ruthless merger but by brokering a deal through connections made in his indie gallery or his esports team. The respect culminates in a symbolic act: the stoic patriarch finally asking for his opinion, or the eldest brother, his former tormentor, silently pouring him a drink.
That moment where the family's survival hinges on the son's 'unconventional' world is the ultimate catharsis. It's a fantasy of the undervalued specialist winning in a generalist's world.