What is this? These brats?

Bu Hoseop had come to the dining room looking for Hong Taeho.

Today it had to be settled, one way or the other.

The Chinese dealer who acts as his cash man had set him an exact date.

Clear the resort business inside the time he had been given and there was a billion won in it for him as a fee.

With a lump sum like that in prospect, sunbae or anything else could go hang.

He had never said so, but he had not liked Hong Taeho since they were boys.

Bu Hoseop, the son of a fisherman with nothing, and Hong Taeho, the son of a landowning house on Jeju, had never suited each other from the start.

They held so much property that in the village they were the richest of the rich!

A good house behind him and clever with it, Hong Taeho went straight into the Military Academy.

Hong Taeho, who had left Jeju and looked set to do well all his life, came home one day out of nowhere.

Word went all over Jeju then that the Hong house's son had been given a dishonourable discharge from the army.

Once he had satisfied himself that the man's force was knocked out of him, Bu Hoseop attached himself to his side and called him sunbae-nim. They had in fact been at the same primary, middle and high schools, so sunbae and hoobae they were.

The house still held a great deal of property that nobody had laid a hand on.

First he urged Hong Taeho to put up a resort on the field land near the mid-mountain country and run it.

Hong Taeho had come back down to Jeju and had to stand on his own feet, so he was in a frame of mind to listen to what Bu Hoseop put to him.

Property development had been riding a boom for some years already, with country houses and the rest going up thick everywhere.

It was advice given in the plain expectation that before long the reckless building…