“Tower Master.” “Yeah?” Seojin’s appearance on the ninth floor was unexpected. He gave the messy room—strewn with discarded clothes and empty instant noodle cups—a cursory glance before his eyes snapped back to me. “I need money.” I was stunned. Just like that? “A minor complication arose while establishing our distribution routes,” he explained calmly. “I require additional funds that were not part of the initial budget.” Seojin was working himself to the bone, proving he was staking everything on this venture. He had funded the entire operation with his own money, using that limited budget to build a distribution network and purchase raw ingredients. On top of that, he was single-handedly managing business registration, accounting, and liaising with tax specialists