"Who?"

"The flower shop in our building."

"And so?"

"And so what! How many times do I have to say it! Break that household into the ground!"

"Come on, Father. Think what kind of world it is these days……."

"You can't? Then I give it to your brother!"

"……."

Kang Deuksu's house.

Kang Hongcheol, the elder son, had come to the house on his father's sudden summons, and drew his face up at what the man said.

Fuck. The old man won't even die, and the force in him only grows? Bullshit.

Kang Hongcheol does not like his father Kang Deuksu.

The man has not a speck in him worth learning from, morally.

With his mouth he trumpeted at his children not to covet what belonged to others, and the man himself went about doing rubbish.

If it had not been for his mother, now in a care home with dementia, ruin would have set into this household long ago.

All the years he lived with her, his father went outside the marriage countless times.

Look at him even now and the blood in him is livelier than in his own son.

Money being the only thing he holds, he goes about eating every sort of thing said to be good for the body — wild ginseng, white snake broth, the lot.

Unable to govern the blood overflowing in him, he went about seducing every woman he marked.

On the narrow Sokcho patch, anybody who does not know his father Kang Deuksu is a spy.

Disorderly rumours, uncomfortable to hear, are spread thick enough.

Kang Hongcheol, being a public official, had had many moments of shame over it, and bore them.

Lately his father's property has come up in price and gone well past ten billion.

Naturally a competition with his brother has started over the share of it.

The whole of the father's property passes to the two sons.

And now his father was trying to pull in Kang Hongcheol, a public official, to work off his own temper.

"Come on, Father. When did I say I couldn't? There…