"Put two hundred billion into the account."

"T-two hundred billion?"

"Why?"

"Chairman……. He is a student who is only twenty. If the Financial Supervisory Service hears of it they will treat it as an illegal loan and they will not sit still. He is a boy with a connection to the Haryun Group, so they would be more than ready to come at it that way."

At Kang Pilseong's instruction the secretary put on a troubled face and tried to talk him out of the transfer.

Two hundred billion is easy enough to say, but it is not money Chairman Kang Pilseong can raise without effort either.

Trading off the books is simply not possible the way it was in the old days.

There is no chance the Haryun Group will fail to know that money went to Ha Tae-ung through Chairman Kang Pilseong.

Seogwang Savings Bank could take a knock from it if things went wrong.

"Cheolsu."

"Yes, sir! Chairman!"

"The fellow Ha Tae-ung has just taken in is called Cheolsu too, I hear."

"I'm sorry?"

"The North Korean that Hoseong told us about."

"Ah!"

Gong Cheolsu the secretary was thrown by Chairman Kang Pilseong's sudden remark.

The attacker was a Room 214 Special Forces man raised in a dedicated unit of the North's Reconnaissance General Bureau.

Baek Hoseong had said the man had gotten away. Ha Tae-ung went after him but lost him.

And Ha Tae-ung has taken that man in?

"I had it from Tae-ung himself."

"Yes……"

"You could do with growing some nerve like that Cheolsu from the North. Is it your age? You've gone soft. I am Kang Pilseong. I am not dead yet! Who would dare do anything to me?"

"I'm sorry, Chairman!"

It is true that he has grown more anxious with age.

There is a reason the phrase government-directed finance exists.

Chairman Kang Pilseong's reserve of strength, forgotten for a while.

"Take the two hundred billion out of my personal money. The interest is twenty percent a year."

"I'm sorry? Twenty percent?"

Twenty percent, the legal maximum rate. Interest at private-lending grade,…