“...Why are you laughing?”

Kang Chul-In asked, his face stiffening.

“What, it’s funny! Kuku…”

“...?”

“How are you so bad at talking like this?”

Lee Chae-Rin asked, still laughing.

“Me?”

“I’ve heard from rumors that Mr. Chul-In was supposed to be good at talking… I’ve heard that you’ve made your opponents grab the back of their necks in anger…”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Lee Chae-Rin continued talking.

“But for someone that’s rumored to be good with their words… to say that you wouldn’t make me starve to death…”

“...”

“Isn’t that a little too lame?”

“It is?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“How so?”

“After all, Mr. Chul-In, you have a lot of money. I’ve heard that your house is super expensive and you have a bunch of super cars, too. Someone like that is saying that they won’t let me starve to death.”

“...”

“And even though you have a lot of places to spend money… for someone like me…”

What came afterwards was something that anyone could guess.

“I bought ten buildings,...