“I used emails.
I sent them to my other email account.”
“So there was such a clever method.”
“Don’t go to work starting tomorrow.”
“…”
“We’ve suffered enough.
Now let’s properly enjoy life in South Korea.”
A peculiar smile characteristic of Oh Gap-su hung on his lips.
It was a sight Jo Cheol-jung hadn’t seen in a long time.
* * *
Beauty Plastic Surgery Clinic, located in Gangnam, was large enough to occupy an entire five-story building.
As South Korea’s plastic surgery techniques became known, people were coming for medical tourism not only from Asia, including China, but even from Europe.
They were overflowing with so many clients that one had to wait at least a month to get surgery.
Oh Gap-su appeared there, accompanied by Jo Cheol-jung.
Both were dressed in neat suits.
The building’s lobby was packed with clients who had come to make reservations.
Oh Gap-su went to the reception desk and said.
“I’m here to see the Director.”
“Where are you from?”
“I’m here because I have something to investigate.”
The receptionist’s face instantly stiffened.
“Who exactly are you?”
“Should I call the police and have him escorted out?”
“Please wait a moment.”
Not long after the receptionist hurriedly picked up the intercom and announced Oh Gap-su’s visit, a middle-aged man in a suit came running.
“I am the office manager…”
“I’m here to see director Go Dong-pil.”
“Understood.
Please come this way.”
The office manager hurriedly took the lead and guided Oh Gap-su’s party to the Director’s office.
Go Dong-pil was a bald man in his late sixties.
He stood up awkwardly, greeted Oh Gap-su, and asked.
“Where are you from?”
“I’d like to have a quiet conversation.”
“Wait outside.”
Once the office manager left, Oh Gap-su and Jo Cheol-jung sat facing Go Dong-pil.
“Where are you…”
“We were working in Macau until recently.
We saw you at the casino, director.”
“Who are you guys?”
Go Dong-pil’s expression changed instantly as he started shouting.
He had caught on to the reason Oh Gap-su had come.
“We took a few photos as souvenirs back then.”
Without batting an eye, Oh Gap-su took the photos out of the envelope he had brought and spread them out.
The one he had sent to Son Gil-seop was just a single photo with a large close-up of his face.
However, Jo Cheol-jung had taken several photos from various angles.
Oh Gap-su picked up a photo, which clearly showed the chips placed on the table, and said.
“Judging by the scale of the chips, it must be at least one or two hundred million won.
I believe the limit you can take out for overseas travel is ten thousand dollars.”