“I’m one thing, but this friend here is Jo Jin-mun, the nephew of General Jo Yeong-cheol.
General Jo Yeong-cheol is the Commander of the 8th Corps in charge of guarding the Armistice Line.”
“Gasp!
Really?”
“If you combine the information the two of us have, it’s the same as knowing the entirety of the Republic.
We were thinking of going to the USA Embassy, but came here because of the pull of our bloodline, so don’t disappoint us, brother.”
“Brother?
Well, anyway, don’t worry.
I will definitely do my best so you can go to South Korea, little brother.
I’ll be right back.”
Oh Gap-su hurriedly stopped Son Gil-seop as he turned to leave.
“Wait a moment.”
“…”
“Bring me a newspaper at least.
I’m going crazy from the boredom.”
“Got it.
I’ll have one brought to you right away.”
“Bring them from a few days ago.”
“I said, I’ll bring you one.”
As Son Gil-seop hurriedly went outside, Jo Cheol-jung called out with an anxious face.
“Brother.”
“They say birds hear the words spoken in the day, and mice hear the words spoken at night.”
It was a warning to be careful of wiretapping.
In Pyeongyang, there is a private organization called the Bonghwa Group.
It is a gathering made up of the second generation of powerful figures.
Oh Gap-su was also one of its members.
He had met Jo Jin-mun at a gathering before, and his mountain bandit-like appearance was similar to Jo Cheol-jung’s.
He had said he was working somewhere as a soldier, but that didn’t matter.
He judged that if he was going to place a bet anyway, it was better to bet big.
A while later, the door opened, and a staff member came in, left a stack of newspapers, and went back out.
Oh Gap-su hurriedly unfolded a newspaper.
It was the economy section.
“This is fucking unbelievable!”
“Is something wrong?”
“No.”
He said that, but inwardly, Oh Gap-su was kicking himself in regret.
Contrary to expectations, despite Moody’s downgrading the USA’s sovereign credit rating, the dollar was showing even more weakness.
-When everyone shouts in one direction, the market moves in the opposite direction.
The article, analyzing the situation by citing an old stock market adage, commented that the relief of anxiety had acted positively.
In the end, Oh Gap-su’s account hadn’t been wiped out; it had hit the jackpot.
If he had just stayed put, he would have been treated like a hero…
But it was already spilt milk.
He couldn’t go back to the Republic now.
He tried to comfort himself by saying he had avoided a purge, but he couldn’t help his bitter feelings.