“The Korean Martial Assembly, is it...” Hwang Jeong-Hu stared at the report submitted by Jo Gyu-Min and sighed deeply. “And then, there's this Yeongnam Group, too?”

Jo Gyu-Min nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Hwang Jeong-Hu didn't even bother to peruse the report and practically dropped it on his desk before leaning back on his chair. “Let me ask you, Gyu-Min. Do you know how I managed to survive that blood-soaked scary military dictatorship and get this far?”

“All I know is that you went through some terrible ordeal, sir.”

“Indeed. I should be grateful that I somehow got to keep my head. Those days were that kind of an era, after all. If I hadn't resisted those people back then, I could have grown my corporation to a behemoth now, one big enough to laugh at Jaegyeong's current scale. However, folks who did that failed to survive, and I'm still here. Do you know the difference between them and me?”

“No, sir. I don't.”

Hwang Jeong-Hu tutted quietly. “I didn't get involved in unnecessary things.”

“...”

“Being aware of the zeitgeist is necessary, sure. But that is something for an individual. As a businessman, I should be worrying about how to increase revenue, how to look after the welfare of my employees, and how to continue growing and expanding our business... Well, something like that.”

Jo Gyu-Min...