“Sir, Mister Jin-Ho said he doesn't have any particular plans until the start of the new university semester,” said Jo Gyu-Min.

“Hmm...” Hwang Jeong-Hu groaned as if something dissatisfied him. He tapped his cigarette on the ashtray. “Does that mean he's thinking of lazing around?”

“No, sir. I don't think that's his intention. But it's true that he doesn't have anything lined up until the next semester. Usually, young people would take this chance to travel overseas for fun, or maybe study foreign languages, but... Well, Mister Jin-Ho doesn't seem all that interested in such things, Chairman.”

“I see.” Hwang Jeong-Hu let out a long trail of cigarette smoke before saying what was on his mind. “You know I can't stand the sight of youngsters doing nothing but sucking on their fingers.”

“But, sir. You've been enabling Mister Jin-Ho's lazy streak by depositing an inordinate amount of money into his account,” Jo Gyu-Min cautiously piped up.

“This and that are different,” Hwang Jeong-Hu tutted softly.

Jo Gyu-Min had no idea what was so different about it, but the chairman said it was, so he should just accept it and move on. If Hwang Jeong-Hu said the sky was yellow today, Jo Gyu-Min had no choice but to accept it as gospel.

Hwang Jeong-Hu continued, “Maybe it's time Jin-Ho starts learning about the daily operations of our company.”

While Jo Gyu-Min hesitated with his reply, Baek Yeong-Gi nodded and spoke up first, “I think so as well, Chairman. The sooner the better, I believe.”

Baek Yeong-Gi already knew that Hwang Jeong-Hu was interested in making Kang Jin-Ho his...