"Grandfather! What are you doing? We'll be late even if we go now!"

"I'm all ready, you rascal. Wait a moment. Don't you know your grandpa is old?"

"You're the one who says a man is young as long as he shoots under a hundred at golf!"

"Hahaha. All done."

'The nerve on her. Tsk, tsk.'

Kang Pilseong shook his head to himself.

He had lent Ha Tae-ung two hundred billion of his personal money.

A perfect loan contract, gone over and signed by the Jo and Jang attorneys themselves.

Since the visit to Sokcho, Kang Pilseong has drawn a positive strength he did not have before.

A strange heat of a kind an old man cannot feel, which began to boil in him after he met Ha Tae-ung.

He is quietly gathering up the paper the Haryun Group's affiliates have scattered in every direction.

It has not been many days and he has already gone past several hundred billion won.

He was in good spirits at the thought of making the most of it later, when Ha Tae-ung makes his move.

'Did he really go short?'

He knows that Ha Tae-ung went short on crude.

Kang Pilseong has played a little at stocks himself, as a hobby.

He opened a chart window, checked the current price of crude and got a shock.

He does not do futures, so ordinarily he would not so much as look at the price of crude.

Unsettling as it is, it is crashing, exactly as Ha Tae-ung said it would.

'Just how much has he made?'

He sent a text to the number Ha Tae-ung gave him.

If you've made a lot, buy me dinner!

The answer that came back was that it was not the time yet.

"Hur hur……"

Kang Pilseong stood in front of the mirror and looked over how his clothes sat.

By the feel of it a great many important guests will be attending today.

An important occasion, where the three syllables of Kang Pilseong's name have to stand behind Ha Tae-ung.

A warm gray handmade suit, with an ivory…