The chairman was a man of power. It was hard to find a man with as much power as him in the country. After all, the reality was that those who had quite an influence in the political field were completely docile in front of him. There was a rumor about how he was the mental support of the current Korean president, but the truth was only known to the two of them.

“Little Hong.”

“Yes, chairman.”

“How is it going these days?”

“I’m doing everything without a problem. I will definitely make the most out of this opportunity you gave me.”

“You know, I have always hated those clowns. They show up on television to sing and dance. They’re practically no different from circus troupes, but the people like them too much. If we were in the Joseon era, people would treat them as nothing more than street fools, so I despised seeing them act like the world was theirs just because they gained a little popularity.”

“You’re entirely right, sir.”

“Until a few years ago, I never changed my mind. I felt like my blood was rushing to my head when they introduced themselves as ‘public figures’. Who are they to call themselves that? They would lose their jobs if businessmen didn’t give them ads. No matter how much the public sucks up to them, who is it that feeds them? It’s us, businessmen.”

“You’re entirely correct.”

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