Kang Jin-Ho stared silently at the bank account passbook. Maybe the chairman still hadn't understood what he originally meant?

“No, sir. I'm not looking for a lot of money. I want just enough to let me live a slightly comfier life.”

Hwang Jeong-Hu tutted at that reply. "Young man, it seems that you're clueless about the pricing of the goods these days. One hundred million won't even get you a decent house in Seoul."

“Really?”

“Never mind buying one, you won’t even be able to afford the downpayment with that amount. In other words, living a comfy life with just one hundred million is an unrealistic dream.”

"I... see," Kang Jin-Ho muttered, unable to say anything else. To him, a hundred million won seemed like a massive amount of money. It was a bit of a shocker to hear that such an amount wasn't even enough for the downpayment for a house. Just how much money did he need for a comfortable life, then? Listening to Hwang Jeong-Hu's explanation made it sound like money was worthless these days. 

Hwang Jeong-Hu didn't stop there and continued. "According to my investigation, you also have a younger sister. That means the house you want to live in must be a three-bedroom house. Hmmm, a proper three-bedroom home where you and your whole family can live a comfortable life, is it? I wonder if you can buy even the front porch of such a house with one hundred million these days..."

Kang Jin-Ho frowned deeply. He now understood that one hundred million won was not enough to realize...