Chapter 8: The old man of Yongsan
“Hello?” I say as the call connects.
“Why is it so hard to contact you?” says Ho-un’s frustrated voice on the other end.
I had about ten missed calls from him; he must have been pretty desperate to contact me.
“I was a little busy,” I reply.
“I thought you said you’re unemployed,” Ho-un says.
“Are you looking down on unemployed people? Unemployed people are busy with their own things.”
“Whatever. His name is Lee Yeong-tae, right? A day laborer at a factory in his mid-thirties. Resides somewhere in the Su-an area. Married, no children. His wife has a category 3 intellectual disability.”
This is the Spaniel’s personal information that I gave to Ho-un. I did my best to scrape that information together from memory, but listening to it read out like that, it’s pretty damn incomplete.
To think that Ho-un found him so quickly despite that. As expected from a genius hacker. No wonder he managed to leak the private sex tape of a National Assembly member.