“This tea is rather excellent, isn't it?” said Hwang Jeong-Hu while bringing his nose close to the teacup in front of his face. He slowly savored its aroma before sitting back.

Baek Yeong-Gi tilted his head. “Sir, do you really think that?”

“Well, I figured that's what I'm supposed to say.”

“Somehow, I knew you'd say that, sir.” Baek Yeong-Gi covered his mouth while chuckling away. It was rather unfortunate, but Chairman Hwang Jeong-Hu didn't have a single artistic bone in his body. Ditto for enough patience to last a tea-drinking ceremony.

Even if top-quality tea were provided, Hwang Jeong-Hu would rather drink cheap instant coffee. He would also remain disinterested when viewing a multi-million dollar art masterpiece. Some among the top 1% of Korea, the so-called 'Royal Families,’ dared to look down on Hwang Jeong-Hu as an uncultured money-hungry fool. However, Baek Yeong-Gi personally preferred this Hwang Jeong-Hu.

'There is no pretense with Chairman Hwang, after all.'

Hwang Jeong-Hu never bothered to build up a facade, a public image, for himself. Unlike other chaebols who did all sorts of groan-inducing nonsense to look a bit more 'cultured' and 'dignified' in public, Hwang Jeong-Hu remained practically the same as in his younger days, back when he came to Seoul to set up his manufacturing business.

This tea-drinking session was a good indicator. The Pu'er tea was an expensive gift from a business partner, yet Hwang Jeong-Hu didn't spare it much thought and gulped it down like a glass of water. The chairman's attitude made Baek Yeong-Gi chuckle involuntarily. Despite displaying his lack of enthusiasm...