Chapter 63: Where Beans Are Planted, Beans Grow
Lee Sa-young knocked on the door just as Cha Eui-jae finished washing dishes and cleaning up, and even got ready for tomorrow's business. It was such perfect timing that he wondered if Lee Sa-young had been watching him.
Cha Eui-jae peeked out from the kitchen to check the door and widened his eyes when he saw the black gas mask floating on the glass.
"What's going on? All of a sudden."
"I have something to say."
A whisper-like reply came back. Was he going to ask for a favor again? Cha Eui-jae untied his tightly knotted apron strings and headed toward the door. Lee Sa-young stood quietly in front of the door, waiting to be let in.
As soon as Cha Eui-jae slid open the door, the dark figure took a step inside. Without sitting down, Lee Sa-young said,
"Have you ever been to Songdo?"
That was it.
With a reluctant face, Cha Eui-jae alternated his gaze between the glossy black ticket and the black glove holding it, and the black gas mask. Every time he thought he could welcome this guy with a bit of affection from their accumulated acquaintance, Lee Sa-young would pull out a bomb from his pocket. Besides,
'Why are these black tickets so common?'
Weren't these supposed to be rare and extremely coveted tickets worth tens of billions? Regulars at the soup restaurant would go to great lengths to get just one of these pieces of paper, but somehow, three of them had fallen into his lap for no reason.
Cha Eui-jae averted his eyes from the burdensome ticket and changed the subject.