If there's one thing highly admirable about Jung Heechul to people not close to him , it's how hard he works to make money, and the extents he's willing to go to get a few pieces of cash.   "Jung Heechul! Here's your pay. Good job."   He immediately peered into the envelope containing cash and sighed.   "Hyung. This is so little. Can't you add in like...another 50,000 won at least? I did the work of three guys for almost a week." He knew chances aren't good even if he argued, but he just couldn't waste an opportunity to at least try.   "Heechul-ah, I thought I made it clear that this is the highest I could offer when you agreed that day."   "Yeah. Okay fine. Next time...please don't hesitate to call me again, hyung." He wiped the sweats trailing down his forehead with the back of his hand while the other hand gripping tightly to his salary.   "Now that's a good boy." The man in his mid thirties grinned and patted Heechul's shoulder, knowing the younger man before him would not make too much a fuss about being underpaid. Heechul needs money. And with his less than average education background, quitting school in his teenage years, he doesn't have the luxury to complaint about the pay he gets. Or so he was taught by the world as he ventured, trying to make ends meet for himself and his often-sick little sister. And as he learned, no amount of workloads can provide enough money when you're uneducated like himself. A bitter realization he had managed to swallow years ago.   'Aish...what's next? This is my last day carrying boxes from the cargo ship since the work's done. Time to find new part time jobs. But competition are too stiff these days. Where do those brats come from anyway, suddenly taking all the available jobs?'   Too busy he was, cursing his competitors in the job market that he simply walked mindlessly, until somebody ran past him, pushing against him hard, briskly.   "Hey, watch where you're running, punk! Not even an apology. Didn't your parents teach you manners, hah!?"     "Ahh..." The faint voice somehow made its way through Heechul's yelling and he turned around only to be shocked to see an old lady sprawled on the street, struggling to get up on her feet, with fruits already spilled out of one of her bags.   "Ommo, Halmonim." He rushed to help her up, and swiftly picked up her fruits and stored them back into her bag.   "Kiwifruit?" He marvelled for a second, before realizing his inappropriate attention to the fruits instead of the old lady.   "Halmonim are you alright? Were you...injured or anything?"   "Yea, I'm fine." She chuckled softly. "Besides, I could've gotten up on my own even without you helping me." He would've yelled at her lack of manners to be saying what she just said, instead of thanking him for helping her, but she made it quite obvious that she was just teasing him, good naturedly. So, he should try to take it as it is, a joke, some sort of. Besides, how could he yell about manners to a granny. That's totally out of question.   "Yeah, that punk pushed you too, huh, Halmonim?"   "Oh, that's normal. Kids like to run around." She answered cheerfully though Heechul wasn't as cheerful as he thought hard and suddenly grew serious.   "Halmonim, I think you should check whether you still have your wallet with you. Who knows if he's a pickpocket or something." He glanced down to the envelope in his hand, relieved to still be holding tight to his hardwork's earnings.   Heechul then helped to hold the old lady's fruit bag while she looked for her money. When she's done looking for it, she stared at him, dumbfoundedly. "I guess, that kid took my purse afterall."   "What?! Then I'll go look for that punk or...should we go to the police?"   "Nah, the kid probably needed money that bad, besides, it's not like my purse has a lot of money."   He couldn't believe what he heard. Either that Halmonim is really an angel, idiot one, or she's really that rich to not feel anything at having her money stolen. Regardless of the amount, money is still money. He didn't even want to imagine what would he do if he was in her place.   "So...uhh, where do you want to go now? And how are you going to get there?"   "Oh, I'm going to my son's house. I guess...I'll have to ring my daughter in law or my grandchild