Ttororok.

The glass filled with liquor.

Deureureong pyuuu. Deureureong pyuuuu.

Robert, who'd been drinking Korean ginseng liquor like wine, had keeled over on the floor and was snoring.

Across the table, Chief of Staff Jang Han-su was half out of it too, slumped against a decorative side table.

The middle-aged woman called Madam Jo, who'd been waiting on us, had quietly disappeared.

She had an uncanny sense of timing.

I thought I might make this place a regular haunt.

The cooking was beyond first-rate.

"The liquor tastes especially sweet tonight."

I smiled as I took my glass.

"Doesn't it? First time in a while the liquor's agreed with me, too."

For his size, Chairman Im Seong-cheol could really hold his liquor.

Even after drinking Robert and Chief of Staff Jang Han-su under the table, he was perfectly at ease.

I was fine too, of course.

If anything, the ginseng liquor was making me healthier.

Every glass raised my internal energy a little.

"You're in good health."

"I may look scrawny, but I've had plenty of tonics, so my insides are sturdy."

The true emperor of Korea, a man who must have experienced the very limit of what money could do.

Political power ends in a few years, but the conglomerates don't.

Korea's upper class had benefited greatly from the money Ojeong had scattered.

"Still, please be careful. The energy of your kidneys looks weak."

"My kidneys? Huh? How can you tell?"

Chairman Im Seong-cheol was impressed.

"You've used up a lot of energy. Don't mistake hunger for vigor—take care of your body."

I'll skip the rest.

Aging men of power always struggled not to let go of what they'd held on to till the end.

From the look of it, he'd burned through a serious amount of energy.

"You can read a pulse, at your age?"

"There was a sage I used to know."

Not a sage—Hua Tuo, a former good god who'd gone to hell to earn points.

Now there was a god with a true entrepreneurial spirit.

"A sage? Pfahaha. CEO Jang, you really are an odd one.…