Ero Saint: I Created An Ero Massage Parlor In Another World

I stared at him, dumbfounded.

Was I talking about something funny?

The uncle doesn’t seem to care about my expression and just keeps laughing. "Ah, here I thought it was something serious. So you’re just getting rejected by a girl? Why are you acting like the world’s ending?"

"Haa... Ahjussi, what do you know?" I muttered irritably and chugged another cup.

"Hey, kid, I’m twice your age. I’ve eaten more salt than you’ve eaten rice. A breakup is nothing. Once you get busy with your life, the memory of your breakup will naturally be pushed on the corner of your mind and be forgotten."

"Nothing, huh... so what can be considered to be something?"

"Alot. Like, waking up one day with no job, no money, and you have to fill in your stomach, and maybe your family too, and don’t forget about the bills too."

"Or getting fired just when your children is born and the hospital bill came out."

"Or have your whole pension money stored in bank for interest, but then you found out that money wasn’t insured and now the bank went bankrupt out of nowhere so now you become penniless."

I cut him quickly. "So it was all about money?"

"Of course. In this day and age, what could be more important than money? Aren’t you younger than me? Shouldn’t you love money than I do? I always heard my daughter talking that capitalism is power!"

They say it’s easier to pour your heart out to a stranger than to your own family or friends.