The house of Lee Doseong, honorary chairman of Doa Ilbo.

For Lunar New Year, both his sons, their wives and all the grandchildren had gathered under one roof.

The long table was crowded with holiday dishes.

The meal was in full swing, but Lee Doseong had little to say.

He moved his chopsticks and mostly listened to the family talk.

He'd grown up the eldest son of the Oyang Group's founder, but he'd never had a head for business.

The first person to admit that had been Lee Doseong himself.

In the end, he'd handed control of the group to his younger brother.

In exchange, he had inherited Doa Ilbo and the foundation behind Gogeuk University.

Even now, he didn't think it had been a bad choice. Lee Doseong wanted a name that lasted more than he wanted money.

He liked being remembered as a newspaper owner and a university foundation chairman rather than a businessman.

He craved prestige more than most. Maybe thanks to that, Doa Ilbo had kept growing steadily.

These days it counted as one of the country's three major dailies.

The world had changed fast, of course. Print newspapers didn't have the influence they used to.

Young people didn't need newspapers anymore; they got nearly all their information from a single smartphone.

Print was Lee Doseong's biggest worry, too.

Still, Doa Ilbo was in better shape than most papers.

It had picked up a cable channel early and kept investing in online news.

Even if print disappeared, the company's standing wouldn't be shaken anytime soon.

Lee Doseong looked at the grandson sitting across from him.

Lee Jeongjun. His second son's boy.

He went to Cheonghwa High School and had a pretty sharp head on his shoulders.

He wasn't just good at his studies, either. He knew how to make friends, and he knew how to use his position.

Above all, he was ambitious. Lee Doseong knew the boy even had his eye on the Hanguk Group, on his mother's side.

Ambition was never a bad thing. As long as you had the ability to handle it,…