"Heh heh. Father, is there any shareholding left to split? Now that you cannot even trust the child in your own arms, are you going to look after the whelp of the bastard you threw out?"

Haryun Group head office, the twenty-third floor. The Haryun Energy chief's office.

Ha Dongseong, Chairman Ha Cheolgon's second son, spat out a sneer, as though the thing were past belief.

"……." Song Changho, the chief of his secretariat, stood in front of him and did not know where to put himself.

He had been called up to the chief's office an hour before.

The report he brought with him was filled with information gathered on Ha Donghwi and his son Ha Tae-ung.

Ha Dongseong read the report closely for a good long while.

"Donghwi's boy. Ha Tae-ung! That one."

Flip.

"He grew it this big off the billion won Mother left him?"

Flip.

"Made his seed money on coin, then put that into overseas futures……"

Ha Dongseong's hand stopped as it turned a page.

His eyes fixed on a number written partway down the page he had turned.

"Trillions of won?"

"That is only what I have confirmed so far."

"Ha."

Flop!

The disbelief came out of him as a hollow laugh. Ha Dongseong threw the report he had been through onto the desk.

"Director Song."

"Yes, Chief."

"If it were you, would you swallow this whole?"

"……." "A billion won. A billion."

Ha Dongseong held up one index finger and waved it.

"A measly billion won, and in three months he makes trillions? And not by building a business either — on coin and futures?"

The sneer was still hanging at the corner of his mouth. But there is not a trace of laughter to be seen in his eyes.

"If it were that easy, every last one of those Yeouido expert bastards should go throw himself in the Han River."

Song Changho did not answer a word.

Ha Dongseong looked at the silent Song Changho and leaned back in his chair.

The dark of his eyes, full of suspicion, glistened.

"Is somebody…