"Well now……. Our young master……. He is something."

"What is it I have just seen?"

Kim Juhui and Song Jeonggeun were at a loss for words. Neither of them had ever seen a property contract this strange, or this impossible to understand.

Every hardship of Chairman Lee Sampyo's life had gone into the sale contract for Iseong Condo.

"However you look at it, tearing it down and building new is better……"

Kim Juhui had come out of the building and was looking at the outside of Iseong Condo. In the late nineteen-eighties it had been put up in the most modern style there was.

It was built solidly enough that there is not a crack to be seen. But there is nothing to be done about what the years have left on it.

"The young master…… will have a plan for all of it."

"Even remodeling it would run to tens of billions — no, a hundred billion and more."

The outside is a mess, bad enough that all of it would have to come off. The inside will have to be gone over and put right from end to end as well.

How anyone keeps the shape of it and still brings the building back to life, she cannot see.

Fixing it without stripping it back looked nearly impossible.

And the young master had taken terms like that, which make no sense, and bought Iseong Condo.

"How much did you say the debt on it was?"

"There is a lien on it for about ten billion."

"……That is not much, is it?"

Song Jeonggeun, surprised.

"I asked around locally, and they say Chairman Lee Sampyo poured every asset he had into this place."

"He is something……"

Song Jeonggeun nodded, thinking it over.

In Sokcho, and in Goseong nearby and elsewhere around, an unusual number of people displaced from their hometowns settled and lived.

What they wanted was the same thing, every one of them.

When the country is unified, we go home!

Their hometown was in sight the whole time, and a year became two, and two became a…