"Gold, is it……."

Kang Pilseong muttered it to himself, with a great deal of thought in his eyes.

Han Deogim, whose face he had seen a short while ago for the first time in years.

They met at the house and gossiped about this and that for a good while over Pyongyang naengmyeon and boiled pork.

Talk about Ha Tae-ung came up naturally as well.

It was not that they discussed anything particular.

But at a certain moment Han Deogim looked hard at Kang Pilseong with an odd expression. And a little after that.

Oppa. Meet the boy face to face and, hohoho. You will sink so deep into his charm you will have trouble getting out of it, I daresay?

At the time he could not follow what Han Deogim meant.

Han Deogim's family too had come through the war years by being hard.

Like a northerner, she does not trust people easily.

And it was worse after the Yushin years, when high politicians she had supported with her whole body and mind nearly took her land off her while she watched.

Han Deogim's sickness of suspicion began at that point.

To her, everybody around her is a person to be watched and no more.

The only person left around her was Han Okja, the mistress of the Haryun Group's house.

After Han Okja went the way of the dead she cut her tie with the Ha house altogether.

And that same Han Deogim gave a penthouse worth tens of billions to Han Okja's youngest grandson, having met him once.

Kang Pilseong turned the talk this way and that, without pressing, looked over the various circumstances, and gathered roughly the information he needed.

Thinking his interest excessive, she told him the inside of it honestly.

Your granddaughter Ari carried a porcelain of national-treasure grade to Ha Tae-ung's penthouse warming and offered it up as a present!

As it happened, his granddaughter had come out to pay her respects too, and was fastened to Han Deogim's side, being sweet at her.

Tae-ung-oppa's house is a fantasy!

With no idea what…