Mr. Kang put his hand inside the vending machine. He watched as coffee filled the cup before pulling it out of the exit. The weather was quite cold so the warmth from the 200-won coffee was very appreciated.

“We’ll be done after we clean up that side so let’s go quickly.”

“Fine fine, I’m going.”

He followed Mr. Lee, who urged him to get going. Mr. Kang’s job was quite simple. It was the so-called administrative service. His job was to warn illegal street stands. The forced takedown was for the thugs that would come afterwards. His job, along with Mr. Lee’s, was to just give them a warning.

“There is one again,” Mr. Lee said as he pointed at a tent on the street. The tent, which took a whole half of the street, had the words 'fortune telling’ written on it.

“Looks like this is a good spot. These illegal stalls pop up every single day.”

“Yeah.”

Mr. Kang buttoned up his orange vest and went inside the tent. Inside, a boy around high school age...