Not long after the call to Chung-seop, Chang-jong called Seong-ho directly.

—Ya~ that's my Kim. From now on you're not just my sister's husband — you're the same as my own younger brother. If there's anything you need, or anything difficult, you tell your Elder Brother, all right?

Seong-ho, at Chang-jong's words, didn't answer for a moment — only laughed — then casually asked how much the contract count had been released to.

—Up to twenty. I think I can trade a little more comfortably now. I can breathe. On top of that, they said they'd loosen the contract count further depending on market conditions. All thanks to you.

Chang-jong said thanks to you several times over and, with a promise to come by again tomorrow, ended the call.

"Twenty contracts, huh… should be worth watching."

Chang-jong, who'd been trading in tantalizing dribbles, and what he would show with a bigger contract count — Seong-ho was looking forward to it.

And the reaction came the very next day.

"Definitely — with more contracts you can bet cleanly, and that feels good."

Chang-jong, who came to Seong-ho's office again the next day, spread out today's trades like a war story. Where he had bought, where he had sold, what movement he had forecast, how he had responded — he reeled it all off like a general recounting the details of a hard-won battle.

"Now I really think I can make money."

If anyone else had heard Chang-jong's talk, they'd have wondered why the fourth son of the Ilhyeon family was so fixated on money.

Seong-ho knew the reason.

He must be desperate.

Seong-ho stifled the laugh threatening to come out and nodded along with Chang-jong.

After going on excitedly like that for over an hour, Chang-jong left Seong-ho's office with a promise to come again tomorrow.

Not long after Chang-jong left, Byeong-jin came in.

"He came again today?"

Byeong-jin pointed at the door Chang-jong had gone through and said, as if he couldn't understand it —

"Is he planning to just set up an office right here? How does he come…