Chapter 80
"Oh, you had him thrown in jail? How?"
"Well, I didn’t do it myself! But the guy still didn’t learn his lesson—came dragging in some half-assed punks waving around sticks. I laughed out loud at that, I did! Like I haven’t shared tables with gangsters for years? Even the cops piss themselves in my House!"
Watching Guppping pound on his chest, Mu-gyeong swallowed the sweet wine. He had been trying to get more out of him with alcohol, but Guppping didn't say anything further.
The kind of information not written in the documents could only be pulled from Guppping when he was drunk—but that also meant it was lacking in detail and quantity.
Especially in a place as closed-off as the House, neither the people coming in nor the transactions going on showed up on the surface. What Mu-gyeong needed was accurate, thorough intel.
He dragged it out under the pretense of "testing the waters" until the biting cold set in. Then Mu-gyeong opened his wallet. He slammed down the so-called "tens of billions" that Guppping always screamed about when he was drunk.
The two men sat across from each other with money and a contract laid between them. They reviewed the notes summarizing their prior discussions.
"In short, the first priority is to rebuild and reopen the House as quickly as possible."
"Right. I’ll do what I can to keep things smooth on that front."
They were proceeding with rebuilding the House without any permits, but Guppping didn’t seem to care in the slightest. He acted confident, as if he had something backing him up—but didn’t reveal what that “something” was.
"I’ll see if I know anyone on the new construction company side."
"If it comes to it, I’ll scrape together all the local muscle to lend a hand, so don’t worry, President Mu-gyeong."