“I can understand everything else, but not that one. That 'Let's all live a good life together' only includes those who work their butts off. Yes, yes. I know. I know that some people in this world can't work like that for various reasons. But the thing about being poor is... Most of the time? It's because you lack effort and dedication,” Hwang Jeong-Hu began ranting as if an imaginary fire had engulfed him.0

He continued, “Tell me. Out of all the poor folks in the current era, who is stuck in a worse situation than me back when I was still a youngster? Who among them is stuck in a situation similar to the whole country resembling a goddamn slum post-war? People of my generation? We gritted our teeth, clenched our fists and worked our asses off to get us to this point. We dragged the poorest nation in the world to where we are now. That's what we achieved.” 0

“So, look around you. Look at how great this environment is! As long as you have the desire and the drive, anyone can make a good living nowadays. So, why should I help some bastards who don't try their best and instead blame the heavens for whatever misfortune they think they are under? That is what I don't understand!” Hwang Jeong-Hu's ranting was so fierce that he even ran out of breath toward the end.0

Jo Gyu-Min could only scratch his head after noticing how flushed the chairman's face was.0

'Well, that is a boomer mentality, alright. Still...'0

Still, Hwang...0