The living room in Pyeongchang-dong quietly held its breath.

Because there was no one there who did not understand what Seong-ho Kim meant.

Sang-jong Lee looked around him with the face of a man who had a great deal he wanted to say.

He was scanning the others in their seats with the look of someone hoping one of them would ask on his behalf.

"Ahem."

Sang-jong Lee's gaze landed on Mun-jong Lee.

Mun-jong Lee, apparently unable to hold it in himself, gave a dry cough and opened his mouth.

"Kim. What is this you're saying? That squeezing 200 billion out of them was revenge against Mirae?"

"What we lost was Ilhyeon Card, Ilhyeon Fire, and Ilhyeon Securities. Three affiliates gone in a single blow — 200 billion doesn't balance that ledger."

"Then what exactly is it you've done?"

Mun-jong Lee asked with his mouth hanging open.

Because he had not the faintest sense of what could have been done, or how.

Hearing Mun-jong Lee out, Seong-ho Kim inclined his head slightly toward Tak-hyeon Lee and said:

"What I wanted was a punishment that would land. I thought that might ease the Chairman's anger, if only a little."

"A punishment that would land… Very well. And what is this punishment?"

Tak-hyeon Lee, who had done nothing but watch Seong-ho Kim with amusement, put the question in a tone of genuine interest.

Seong-ho Kim raised his lowered head and spoke while looking at the television.

"Everywhere the Ilhyeon logo used to be, the Mirae logo has been pasted over it. We gave up the position for 200 billion, but ordinary people don't know that. All they see is Mirae standing in Ilhyeon's place."

"What are you talking about? Mirae standing in for Ilhyeon is a punishment?"

Sang-jong Lee, unable to contain his frustration, raised his voice.

Seong-ho Kim turned his head toward Sang-jong Lee and said:

"In the world of sports there's a jinx that says when the team is winning, you change nothing."

"Say it so a man can follow it."

Sang-jong Lee spoke with his face screwed up, and…