"Mr. Song. Don't overdo it. There's way too little in there. Is this even KS-certified?"

"Aw, Boss. Is this my first time? It ain't a high-rise, just a measly three-story buildin'—cram it full of rebar and that's a waste for the whole country, ain't it? It ain't even a place with earthquakes, so that's overkill. Besides, Chinese stuff's good these days~ Melt the steel down and it's all rebar, ain't wood, is it~ Heh heh heh."

In one corner of a large construction site under Jangju City's jurisdiction, two men were talking quietly.

The site supervisor holding the papers frowned.

"Mr. Song... the kids here are picky. If we get caught, it's a headache for both of us."

"The supervisin' boss can't go gettin' cold feet. I'm countin' on you, Boss~ Once the floor levelin's done today, let's tie one on good. I've set us up a nice place in Jangju~."

"Yeah?"

"Boss! Those guys over there can't touch us. The mayor's my cousin on my mom's side. Pick a fight with us and they won't get their completion permit~ I've cowed 'em a few times, so they'll keep quiet."

"Did you? No wonder it's been quiet lately~"

"Just trust me. Song Dae-geun ain't dead yet."

"All right~ But finish it right. The concrete can't crack. If the rebar comes up short when you lay it, patch it up good with welding."

"Kyaa~ This is why it's easy workin' with you, Boss. Don't worry. If a pile cracks, I'll reinforce it with steel strand, and when we pour the plain concrete I'll wrap it up nice in plastic. Just trust me. Gotta finish this job fast and get you onto the next one. Winter's comin'—gotta squeeze in one more~."

Song Dae-geun lowered his voice.

"Got some work somewhere?"

The supervisor's eyes lit up.

"Course. I landed a factory build at the industrial park. The mayor tossed it my way—if it goes right, I'll clear five big ones."

"Five?"

"I'll give you one, Boss."

"A whole one? Thanks, Mr. Song!"

"Ha ha ha. What're neighbors for? Times like these, we gotta…