Chapter 248 Slippery and Hard (4K)
As the night deepens in Seoul and the neon lights come on, the lights in a small restaurant on the corner are soft and warm.
Seoul detective Kang Jin-tae and North Korean detective Lim Cheol-ryung sat opposite each other, and the atmosphere was not tense.
The chatterbox Jiang Zhentai and the cold Lin Zheling have somewhat complementary temperaments.
The diners in the restaurant were enjoying their meals with their heads down, and occasionally there were sounds of conversation interspersed between the clinking of chopsticks and bowls.
The two of them sat in a corner by the window. There were a few untouched traditional Korean side dishes on the table, but the kimchi dripping with red pepper juice and the brown soybean paste soup did not attract their attention.
Jiang Zhenhao spoke first, his voice very low, "The fugitives must be hiding in a very secret place. We need to find real and useful clues before taking action. We can't act like you did before."
"I reported our whereabouts to my superiors just to be ready to call for support at any time." His eyes wandered, "Can you understand me, please?"
Jiang Zhentai squinted his eyes, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and glanced at the bustling streets outside the window, "What about you? If you have any complaints you want to make, I can do that too."
Lin Zheling was wearing a black suit with the collar of his dark red shirt casually open. He looked at Jiang Zhentai in silence, his facial muscles tense and without any expression. He did not respond to Jiang Zhentai's words, as if he was a sculpture without any fluctuation.
As a soldier who had made an error, he had undergone the most severe test of loyalty before coming here with the entourage.
The air between the two of them seemed to be frozen, with only the occasional sound of traffic on the streets of Seoul outside and the conversations and laughter of other diners in the restaurant.
“Forget it,” he waved his hand, “Eat quickly, and then we’ll go back.”
"Go back?" Lin Zheling finally spoke, "Where?"
"My family," Jiang Zhentai sighed, "I don't know why, but our superiors suddenly cancelled part of our funding. We have to be frugal and can't stay in such an expensive hotel anymore."
Lin Zheling was silent for a while, realizing that this was the method used by the southern police to track his location.
In fact, he was wrong. Tracking his location was true, and monitoring him was also true, but the funds were insufficient because Jiang Zhentai was poor, so he embezzled them.
Jiang Zhentai not only supports his wife and daughter, but also the elderly on both sides of the family, as well as a lazy, unemployed sister-in-law. Jiang Zhentai is really poor.
The two of them ate quickly. After eating, Jiang Zhentai led Lin Zheling through the streets lined with tall buildings, avoiding the bustling crowds, and came to an ordinary but lively residential area.
Jiang Zhentai knocked on the door, and soon the door was opened and Jiang Zhentai was welcomed in.
As soon as they entered the door, Jiang Zhentai's wife came forward with a smile and took the things from Jiang Zhentai's hand. When she saw Lin Zheling behind him, she was stunned for a moment and said, "This is..."
"My colleague from out of town," Jiang Zhentai smiled, "came to Seoul to carry out a mission. He has nowhere to stay, so he's staying here for a few days."
The moment Lin Zheling came in, his sister-in-law's eyes lit up, and she quickly put on a smile and went to greet him.
The door was closed, and Lin Zheling accepted the greetings from Jiang Zhentai's wife and children. His sister-in-law stood aside with her hand folded, waiting to come forward and chat with him.
However, before she could open her mouth to greet him, there was a sudden and urgent knock on the door, breaking the harmonious atmosphere in the room.
Lin Zhering's gaze calmly passed through the living room and fell on the door. His brows were slightly frowned. His professional acumen made him realize that the knock on the door might be wrong.
He held Jiang Zhentai's hand as he tried to open the door, his eyes serious, "I'll do it."
Lin Zheling slowly opened the door and saw that the person standing outside was Zheng Zaizhong, with whom they had worked for a few days. He felt a little relieved, but he still remained vigilant.
The three people's eyes met, and the air in the room seemed to freeze. Everyone began to think about what might happen next.
"You two," Zheng Zaizhong ignored their vigilant and nervous looks, "our president wants to see you."
Jiang Zhentai, a rogue policeman who is good at speaking, was assigned to closely monitor Lin Zheling entirely thanks to his eloquent mouth.
What he is good at is making people relax their guard involuntarily during every conversation and laughter.
He keenly realized that Zheng Zhong did not seem to give them the right to choose. He stretched out his hand and gestured to his wife, daughter and sister-in-law, the three female relatives, to step back.
"Minister Zheng," Jiang Zhentai stepped forward with a smile. Facing Zheng Zaizhong's unquestionable eyes, he wanted to show his expertise again, "What does the president want to talk to us about? How about we talk about it tomorrow? It's already so late."
"Tonight," Zheng Zaizhong understood that the problem was not with Jiang Zhentai, but with Lin Zheling. His words were straightforward and powerful, making Jiang Zhentai's delaying tactics ineffective.
He looked at Lin Zheling with a smile on his face, "Detective Lin, don't you want to go?"
Lin Zhering was silent for a few seconds, looked back a few times, put on his leather shoes silently and walked out of the living room.
"Ah Xi." Jiang Zhentai had a headache, "Minister Zheng, can you wait for me for a moment?"
He pointed at his wife with a wry smile and said, "The family is quite strict."
Zheng Zaizhong didn't believe his nonsense, but still agreed with a smile, because Li You said so. Let the two of them come.
After closing the door, Jiang Zhentai wrote down his superior's cell phone number and told his wife, who was quite efficient, "This is our team leader's phone number. Call him after I leave and tell him that we went to the Kinmen Group."
"Golden Gate Group!" The sister-in-law exclaimed, "The chairman just mentioned is Li You!"
Jiang Zhentai nodded seriously, "Yes, he should be the one who wants to see us. The man just now is the director of Kinmen Security, and he only serves Chairman Li You."
"Great." The sister-in-law's eyes sparkled, "Chairman Li, nim is so handsome"
"Minrong," Jiang Zhentai looked at his always infatuated sister-in-law Park Minrong, feeling somewhat helpless, "Chairman Li is not a simple person."
"I know, I know." Park Min-young laughed, his mouth wide open, and waved his hand nonchalantly, "The legendary gangster, right? I mentioned it on the forum. I'm his fan on the forum."
"You" Jiang Zhentai had a headache, "Anyway, it may not be a good thing for him to come to me."
"I know, I know," Park Min-young smiled and pushed him out, "Remember to get an autograph for me?"
Looking at his naive sister-in-law, Jiang Zhentai looked at his wife helplessly, then he felt a little relieved, turned around, pushed the door and left.
When he opened the door and went out, Park Min-young was still calling him, "Brother-in-law, remember to get an autograph for me!"
Zheng Zaizhong and Lin Zheling who were waiting outside did not show any impatience. On the contrary, Zheng Zaizhong looked at Jiang Zhentai with a very strange look.
As they walked, Jung Jaejoong smiled and said, "Detective Kang's sister-in-law is also a supporter of Chairman Nim?"
Jiang Zhentai was a little confused, "What is that?"
"There are many young people who are fans of the president on the popular online forums," Zheng Zaizhong smiled. "Someone shared the president's story of starting from scratch, which made them regard the president as an idol."
Jiang Zhentai nodded stiffly and made up his mind that he would make the erratic Park Min-young quit the Internet when he returned.
When the three of them were on the road, Lin Zheling was sitting in the back seat, looking calm and composed, without any emotion at all, but Jiang Zhentai, who was sitting next to him, was suffering.
Jiang Zhentai wanted to break the silence several times, but when he saw Zheng Zaizhong's thoughtful expression and Lin Zheling's stern face, he finally swallowed his words.
As a well-known talkative detective in the police circle, Jiang Zhentai would easily suffocate if he didn't speak for a minute.
He coughed dryly and looked at Zheng Zaizhong in the co-pilot seat. Finally, he could no longer hold back and found an opportunity to ask, "Minister Zheng, can you tell us secretly what happened? Is there any news about the fugitives?"
Hearing this, Lin Zheling also raised his head and looked at Zheng Zaizhong with sharp eyes.
"Guess?" Zheng Zaizhong stretched out his hand towards Jiang Zhentai with a smile and hooked his four fingers.
Jiang Zhentai smiled awkwardly and handed over the tracker on his body. Lin Zheling was even more straightforward and threw the tracker that Jiang Zhentai had hung on him out of the window.
"This is the latest model," Jiang Zhentai said with some heartache.
Zheng Zaizhong fiddled with Jiang Zhentai's tracker with a monitoring function, and after turning it off, he spoke, "There is something more important."
Jiang Zhentai didn't understand, but Lin Zheling did. He glanced at Jiang Zhentai, who was unaware of the situation, and lowered his eyes silently, without any intention of explaining.
Jiang Zhentai wanted to ask more questions, but Zheng Zhong turned his head silently. He looked at Lin Zheling again, and Lin Zheling also began to close his eyes and rest.
Seeing that Zheng Zaizhong and Lin Zheling both kept silent, he had no choice but to give up.
"Ahsi." Jiang Zhentai complained in a low voice.
The car fell silent again, with only the sound of rolling wheels.
The car was parked in the underground parking lot of Kinmen Group. Zheng Zaizhong led the two to the floor of the president's office. There were two security guards with headsets standing in the corridor. Zheng Zaizhong led the two through layers of security and finally stopped in front of the door of the president's office.
He knocked gently on the door and waited for a response.
Li You raised his head in the office and said, "Come in."
After getting permission, the three of them entered the office. Li You, who was sitting behind the desk, looked at the two of them and pointed to the seat in front of the desk, "Sit down."
Before Jiang Zhentai could react, Lin Zheling quickly stepped forward and stared at the papermaking copper plate in the middle of Li You's desk.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Zhentai didn't quite understand. He followed Lin Zheling forward, but couldn't recognize what it was. Is this a very important thing? Or something?
"Detective Jiang, do you want to hear it?" Li You leaned back in his chair, picked up a cigarette with his fingers, flicked the silver lighter and lit it, "This is a secret."
"Secret?" Jiang Zhentai shuddered. He knew how much weight he held and he couldn't listen to things he shouldn't.
But it was too late. He turned his head and looked at the door. Zheng Zhong was guarding there and he couldn't get out at all.
"Let him go," Lin Zheling said suddenly, his face expressionless, "He is really not suitable to listen to these things."
"He needs to listen," Li You shook his head, "You need to listen too."
Jiang Zhentai sighed in his heart, but he kept it to himself and tried to smooth things over for Lin Zheling with a smile, "I'll listen to you, President Nim, don't worry, I've always been a rule-abiding person and I won't say anything nonsense."
"It has nothing to do with me," Li You said with a smile, "After I tell you, the one who will deal with you is probably Detective Lin next to you, or Major Lin."
When Lin Zheling heard that his identity was exposed, he subconsciously reached for his waist, but when he had moved his hand halfway, he remembered that his gun had already been taken away by the police department.
"Detective Lin better behave himself," Li You said, smiling as always, but his voice turned cold. "You chose to put down your gun and harmed your comrades. Now you better not even think about touching your gun and harming your comrades again."
“Even if you don’t have a gun, it’s still true.”
Lin Zheling stared at Li You, "Where is he?"
Compared with the task assigned to him by the country, Lin Zheling wanted to kill Che Qicheng with his own hands.
On the night when the papermaking copperplate was stolen, he was ordered to guard the laboratory. Che Qicheng led his men into the laboratory and stole the papermaking copperplate.
But Lin Zheling went there quickly and confronted his boss Che Qicheng, but his wife was held hostage and not just his wife.
Under Che Qicheng's coercion and inducement, he put down the gun in his hand. He thought that Che Qicheng would not kill them because they were all his old subordinates. However, he didn't expect that Che Qicheng killed everyone except him.
Spare his life and let him pass the message to his superiors.
In South Korea, only he and the North Korean defectors knew about this.
"Him?" Li You shook his head and pointed at the copperplate on the table. "Do you want this or him?"
Jiang Zhentai blinked his eyes, very confused, "Who is President Nim talking about? Who is Detective Lin talking about? Is it one person?"
Zheng Zaizhong, who was standing behind him, almost laughed out loud when he saw Jiang Zhentai pretending to be young.
This level of slickness cannot be achieved without years of experience as a working slave in the workplace.
However, no matter how slick he was, Jiang Zhentai looked at Lin Zheling. Jiang Zhentai, who always had a cold face, now looked hesitant and sad.
"While Detective Lin is making a decision, I will tell Detective Jiang a story." Even Li You was amused by the slick man Jiang Zhentai with a comedic look on his face.
He smiled and told Lin Zheling's story again, "Do you know what these North Korean defectors took away and what Detective Lin wants to take back to the North?"
Jiang Zhentai looked ashen and heartbroken, and he didn't want to know what this important item was at all.
But he couldn't close his eyes. He could only watch Li You push the papermaking copperplate towards him with a pen. "Detective Jiang, take a look at this."
Jiang Zhentai felt that it was somewhat familiar. He identified it and asked hesitantly, "Dollar?"
My sister-in-law, Park Min-young, does nothing but has a lot of random interests, including collecting various currencies.
"This is a key item for making US dollars," Li You smiled, but his smile was very intriguing, "It's just... counterfeit money."
Jiang Zhentai's eyes began to feel dizzy.
As we all know, once men get older, the more they chat with their friends every day, the more annoying they become.
He could understand the consequences of one country counterfeiting another country's money.
Jiang Zhentai suddenly fell silent. After a long while, he looked at Lin Zheling and whispered, "Detective Lin, you are not going to silence me, are you?"
(End of this chapter)
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