"Ten billion?"

Sang-jong Lee, still holding the iron door, asked Chang-jong Lee with only his head turned.

He had the look of a man who could go back inside at any moment.

But Chang-jong Lee, finding hope in Sang-jong Lee's question, made to take a step forward.

"Don't come closer — talk from there."

"You need only help me once."

"Help you, and I can earn 10 billion?"

Sang-jong Lee looked at Chang-jong Lee with an eye full of suspicion.

"You're not about to tell me you'll grow it for me on the stock market or some such rubbish, are you?"

"No. Absolutely not."

Chang-jong Lee hurriedly waved his hands.

And then, in case Sang-jong Lee should go inside, he spoke quickly.

"You need only make me one promise."

"You don't need money lent, only a promise made?"

"Yes. Make me one promise, Brother, and I'll give you 10 billion."

The suspicion did not leave Sang-jong Lee's eye.

He glared at Chang-jong Lee with that suspicious eye still and said,

"You haven't got some strange scheme, have you? Don't think of deceiving me. I can tell everything you're thinking."

Know, indeed. What is it you know…

At Sang-jong Lee's words, as though he saw clean through everything, a laugh nearly came out of Chang-jong Lee, but he forced it down.

"I've no thought of deceiving you. Just hear me out once. You can listen and then promise. I can't give you 10 billion this instant, but I'll give you 10 billion once the business is finished."

"If you can't give it right now, isn't that a swindle?"

At the sight of Sang-jong Lee, who would not let go of his suspicion, Chang-jong Lee barely restrained the fury threatening to burst out of him and shook his head.

"Brother. I'm telling you to hear me out just once. Nothing changes from listening, does it?"

Sang-jong Lee looked down at the ground for a moment, sunk in thought, then spoke to Chang-jong Lee.

"All right. Wait a little. I'll go in, change my clothes and come out."

When Chang-jong Lee, who could…