Kang Pilseong leaned forward by instinct.

—I will tell you tomorrow.

"……." The former private-lending king's eyebrows squirmed like caterpillars.

"Tell me now, you wretch! Do you mean to kill an old man with curiosity?"

—Sir. I will see you tomorrow.

"Ha Tae-ung!"

—Yes.

"I said tell me now."

—If I tell you first it stops being a present, does it not.

"Outrageous boy!"

—Hahahahahahaha.

A hearty laugh came through from the far end of the phone.

At the sound of it both corners of Kang Pilseong's mouth went up a little.

But his voice came out surlier still.

"You made a little money and the first habit you picked up is teasing old men."

—It is not a little.

"……." Kang Pilseong's eyes narrowed.

The nerve on him! He knows the boy is not one to talk big.

"How much do you mean to grow it by?"

—I will tell you that tomorrow as well.

"And if this old man takes sick from the curiosity, will you answer for it?"

—Instead.

"What."

—Prepare yourself.

"Prepare myself for what?"

—The board is a little large this time.

"……." The peevish mischief went out of Kang Pilseong's face.

The board is large?

This is Ha Tae-ung talking, who does not say things for nothing. There was no chance the words carried anything light.

"Tae-ung-a."

—Yes, sir.

"Is it not dangerous?"

It was the first time he had asked in a serious voice.

—Where in the world is there money that is not dangerous.

"Do not play with words."

—I go in first. You can follow along comfortably.

"……." That one line was enough. Kang Pilseong asked no more.

If he were the kind who pushed other people's money in ahead without putting up his own, Kang Pilseong would never have dealt with him in the first place.

"What time will you come?"

—I will call on you around ten in the morning.

"Come by nine."

—Sorry?

"Do not keep an old man waiting. Come by nine!"

—Understood, sir.

"Hang up!"

Click.

Kang Pilseong hung up first.

"Insolent boy."

He was grumbling,…