“Here, have a drink.”

Dongwook tilted the soju bottle.

Park Taeho, who had put his soju glass at the tip, got the bottle from him before pouring him a glass in return.

“Never knew there would come a day where I would drink with a celebrity like this. Looks like I should try buying a lottery on the way home. If I win 1st prize, I’ll give you 10 million.”

Taeho laughed before replying,

“But don’t you have a lot of places like this as a journalist?”

“That’s for the journalists who have actually made a name for themselves. A shabby journalist like me would get rejected at the manager level. Here, let’s toast.”

The soju glasses clashed and produced a crisp sound. This barbecue restaurant in Seongsu-dong was apparently one that Taeho was a regular at. Thanks to that, the owner gave them a private room in the back. Dongwook couldn’t begin to imagine how many people would gather if Park Taeho started grilling meat in the main hall. All the people in the neighborhood would at least gather.

For a while, they talked about the lives they led as they drank. Taeho was the first one to talk about his younger days, and Dongwook also talked about his high school days, when he was a goody-two-shoes, and they laughed about it.

When they emptied a bottle, Taeho switched the topic.

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