“I had a time like that too.”
“A time like what?”
“A time when I believed in secret royal inspectors.”
Cheongdam D Market’s Trinity Hall ace, Kim Daegang, blew nail dust off with a puff.
“The poorer someone looks, the more you start scheming that there must be something there. I believed it like a rock. Stupidly.”
“Hm, why? Is that really stupid? Being cautious is right, isn’t it? The team lead told us not to judge customers by appearances, too.”
“Hey, rookie. Does the team lead sell the goods? Look at the numbers. Who’s top of this industry?”
“……You are, sunbae.”
“Idiot. What’s the basis of VVIP marketing? Selection and focus. Instead of running around swearing fealty to the 0.1% ‘secret inspector,’ you treat the 99.9% Magistrate Byeons—that’s the truth.”
(“Secret inspector” = Amhaengeosa, a hidden royal auditor; “Magistrate Byeon” = the stock big-shot official you butter up.)
“……”
“Go spend a hundred days hunting Yi Mongryong. In the meantime,…