"Whoaaaa! Jang Jiyu is it!"

"No! I……"

"No arguing, get down! Everyone! Anybody Jiyu has ever been on at, take it all out of her now!"

"Unnie! Take the field!!"

"I-is there no knight to take it for me? Tae-ung!!"

"Who are you?"

"Hiiiing……"

Those are chaebol heirs?

A flaaaare.

The open ground outside, where the fire in the dry firewood has caught and is burning hard.

Future heirs of the foremost chaebol houses washed the vegetables, trimmed them themselves, grilled samgyeopsal and ate it.

Chairman Ha Tae-ung, who is running today's gathering. The man Jang Jungseop, his hoobae, had asked him again and again to look after.

It was plainly the first time for all of them, and they were clumsy and awkward at it, but the children did their best.

The laughing never stopped, and they grilled the meat and ate it in a great noisy crowd.

The only difference was the drink — wine, rather than the beer or soju ordinary people would have.

A good many of them were minors, and he shut his eyes and pretended not to know. He had not supplied the drink himself.

Chairman Ha Tae-ung had brought in everything they needed.

Even the way they ate and drank was unlike anything the usual guests do.

There was something fine about them even in the wrapping of a single lettuce leaf. Not food shovelled in, but one elegant mouthful.

Hong Taeho watched out of the corner of his eye and admired them privately. He could not have said exactly what, but something about them was different.

Even the one the pupils are playing is the old handkerchief game, from the days when he was a boy. A game that old still works on them.

Young people these days do not enjoy a silly game like that.

A great clapping laugh went up every so often, and a happy energy lit up the whole place.

Look at it how you like, it is exactly teenagers at play.

Ha Tae-ung……

One young man shining at the middle of it keeps drawing his eye. He…