Byeong-hui Jang gently pulled Ju-cheol Seong's limp hand away.

"Brother. Let's sit down and talk first."

At that, Ju-cheol Seong nodded, unable to get out a proper answer.

Then he went further into the waiting room and dropped into a seat.

Byeong-hui Jang patted Ju-cheol Seong's shoulder lightly and waved to Jung-seo Kim, who was standing by the door.

"Jung-seo. You come in too. Don't worry too much. There's a way to get the money back."

Hearing that there was a way to get it back, Jung-seo Kim thought of what Seong-ho Kim had told him.

It's exactly like the Vice-Chairman said.

When Jung-seo Kim had reported, ashen-faced, that the money hadn't come in, Seong-ho Kim had smiled and said,

"What did I tell you? I said you'd end up losing it. So why the ashen face? It's fine. I gave you that money to lose. It would have been a problem if it hadn't been lost — losing it is exactly what I expected."

Seong-ho Kim had calmed him down and told him what to do next.

Thinking back on what Seong-ho Kim had said, Jung-seo Kim walked slowly inside and sat down beside Ju-cheol Seong.

Byeong-hui Jang looked at the two of them sitting side by side and said,

"A private book on the horses is something you can lose at, you know… How could anybody win every single time?"

"You said you win every time! You said it was all arranged so you'd win every time!"

Ju-cheol Seong burst out shouting.

Byeong-hui Jang calmed him and said,

"Brother. Where in the world is there a hundred percent? And if you won every time, or lost every time, who would come and play a private book at all? The odds are good because they get the signal from the racetrack a little ahead of everyone else, check which horses came in first and second, and bet on that… This time the signal came through wrong, so they bet wrong and lost. You've got to cut them some slack. Isn't that right?"

"I lost three billion and you're telling…