"Whoaaaaaa! This time it's Sokcho!!"

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Praise the young master!"

A big resort, with the whole sweep of Sokcho beach in view.

With the Yeongdong expressway punched through, Gangneung has faded and Sokcho is the hot place now.

Sokcho, known far and wide as a place the mountain god of Seoraksan watches over.

Kim Gyeongmin shouted it from a bench right in front of the resort, an iced coffee in one hand and the sea lying wide open before him.

"Riding horses, eating well~ home again from my rest~ and now he calls me out to Sokcho. What a beautiful trade this is, that earns me money and sends me on vacation~"

Kim Gyeongmin chanted out how he felt just then in the style of an old verse.

These little jobs the young master hands over are not free, any of them.

Every time the team goes out, the cost runs into hundreds of millions.

Jo and Jang's own attorneys' fees, above all, are the highest in the country!

The young master covered that cost and called them out whenever he pleased, like the conveyancer down the street.

Of course, the rule is that a job once taken on gets handled cleanly.

Law, tax, and administrative support all in one — a one-stop service, and the young master was satisfied with it too.

The Heritage Resort on Jeju belongs to an overseas private equity fund.

The card the young master had used was in the investment company's name.

They had finished the job neatly and gone home, and this time a condo sale in Sokcho was waiting for the two of them.

"That black card of the young master's really is a wizard's staff for the modern age……"

Ah Yura stopped in the middle of what she was saying. She was staggered by the scale of a young master who had actually put ten billion won through on a card.

The chief of Heritage was a sole proprietor. The ten billion had been processed as the chief's proceeds from a property sale.

"Khhh! Even our chief attorney at Jo…