"Manager Kim."

"Yes! Chairman."

"Settle everything out of my account, gift tax included, and transfer it."

"Understood!"

The consultation room at Myeongseong Estates.

Manager Kim of the property investment corporation Han Deogim runs answered vigorously.

G— gift tax as well?

At the content of Han Deogim's instruction Yu Ilhwa's hands trembled.

Even with the recent fall in the market it is thirty billion.

One flat full bow, and he had a grandmother, and what came next opened wide in front of him.

From a monthly-rent tenant at the Signiel he became an owner — and of a super penthouse, at that.

It is not that she envies her client Ha Tae-ung.

At a situation past imagining she held her breath and put her mind on the work.

"Transfer the title by tomorrow."

"Yes, ma'am!"

It is a gift, so it is not processed as a sale.

The gift tax is no joke.

"And pay Manager Yu her commission. Both sides, two of them."

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Th— thank you."

"Thank me for what. Thanks to Manager Yu I've got myself a bright and able grandson."

What order would the gift tax come to.

Madam Han's largeness of spirit, handing over tens of billions boldly without caring about the tax at all.

"Chairman…….”

Yu Ilhwa called Han Deogim carefully.

"What? What do you want to know?"

Han Deogim grins slowly.

They have gone to the same bathhouse together over no short stretch of years.

"Are you really all right with it?"

"With what?"

"Still, it's a property you were fond of, and a place you lived in yourself…….”

"It's uncomfortable to live in. No ventilation, and the earth's energy doesn't come up. I tried living there out of curiosity and it wasn't much."

"Sorry?"

"Tae-ung's healthy. And I don't suppose he'll live there long either."

"But it's free."

"Free? What is?"

"You gave my client Tae-ung the place…….”

"It isn't free."

"……??"

"He says he'll swell it to three times, doesn't he."

Han Deogim, saying it and wearing an inscrutable smile.

He is a walking piece of luck unnie sent.

She had…