While the Goliath crane was being installed at Ilhyeon Heavy Industries' Ulsan shipyard, Byeong-jin visited an apartment in Ulsan.

It was the downtown apartment where Director Beom-mu Kim lived.

"Who's this? Isn't it Director Jo?"

Beom-mu Kim, seeing Byeong-jin outside his door, greeted him with startled eyes.

"Surprised you, did I?"

Byeong-jin smiled and approached.

"Of course I'm surprised — how could I not be? Director Jo, waiting right outside my home."

Beom-mu Kim ran a hand down his chest and looked around.

"But what brings you here? Don't tell me… you came all this way to see me?"

Unable to think of any reason Byeong-jin would seek him out, Beom-mu Kim felt puzzled.

"Of course. I came to see you, naturally. Only… surely you don't intend for us to keep talking standing out here?"

"That's…"

Now that Byeong-jin had come this far, there was no way to avoid inviting him in.

But letting Byeong-jin — Seong-ho's closest confidant, of all people — into his home made Beom-mu Kim uncomfortable, and the invitation didn't come easily.

Realizing at last there was no other way, he forced the words out.

"…Since you've come all this way, come in."

Beom-mu Kim managed the words and went inside.

As they entered, the voice of a middle-aged woman in a cardigan reached them.

"Dear. What brings you home at this hour?"

"Say hello. This is Director Jo, from our company."

"I'm sorry. I know it's rude to call at such a late hour, but here I am."

"Not at all. Please, come in. But…"

Beom-mu Kim's wife stood by the shoe cabinet, studying Byeong-jin as he came in with her husband.

"You seem awfully young to be a Director?"

Finding it strange that Byeong-jin looked too young to be an executive, she'd raised it before she could stop herself.

Having taken off his shoes first, Beom-mu Kim, worried his wife might make some blunder, spoke up.

"He came down from Seoul with the President."

"The President — you mean the Chairman's—"

"Yes. He came down from the group with the President, so leave it…