Chapter 575: Action without a purpose
The rain, wrapped in the salty sea breeze, was hitting the dock containers at Busan Port.
The hem of Zhang Ziyan's red skirt blossomed into a blood lotus in the wind, and her shivering body was trying to calm down.
After a long silence, she still stepped on the man's trembling hand with her high heels. When she rolled over the man's dislocated knuckles, the pearl earrings on the side of her neck shone coldly.
This was the token of allegiance that Quan Jae-joon asked her to make.
Li You may not care about these possible traitors, but Quan Zaijun needs to care. He needs to put some pressure on those who may turn against him and pose any threat to Kinmen.
They turned on the searchlights at the dock not far away and shone them onto the open space.
The salty sea breeze and rain kept hitting them.
Kim Seung-hoon was dragged away and then tied up in the driver's seat. Nothing was stuffed in his mouth and he was now screaming and begging for mercy.
"Go," Quan Zaijun handed Zhang Ziyan a pistol, "If it's not raining, just light a fire."
Zhang Ziyan swallowed nervously, raised the gun and took a look.
"Pull the trigger and kill him."
She stood next to the driver's seat and pressed a silenced pistol against Kim Seung-hoon's temple, eliciting a plea for mercy.
The bald fat man with black-framed glasses didn't want to die, "Zi Yan, no, no."
"We can discuss anything," Kim Seung-hoon said with a sad face, "The contract can be terminated, everything can be discussed"
Zhang Ziyan pursed her lips and suddenly burst into laughter. The tears from her laughter mixed with the rain, smudging the little makeup that was left on her face.
"Shit." Zhang Ziyan clenched the gun with both hands, "You can bleed too?"
"Zi Yan." Jin Chengxun tried to shake his head, trying to avoid the black muzzle of the gun.
In their minds, they have always been the fat pigs of tyrants, but it turns out there are so many things to be afraid of.
Seeing Kim Seung-hoon suddenly becoming cowardly, Zhang Ziyan began to doubt her life.
"Go to hell, go to hell!"
The smoke from emptying the magazine mixed with the wind and penetrated into the nasal cavity. The searchlight illuminated the place very brightly, and blood and brain matter splattered on the co-pilot on the other side.
The smell of rust continued to waft out, and Zhang Ziyan's hands kept shaking. The slender woman was feeling a dull pain in her knuckles after firing so many shots.
Quan Jae-jun nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand.
The body was tied up by the seat belt on the driver's seat, and blood stains were formed on the leather seat.
The men in black suits began to deal with the scene tacitly. They closed the front and rear doors of the van, and two members in suits dragged hydraulic shears forward. There was a crisp sound when the pliers bit off the brake oil pipe.
When the tide overflowed the tires, the pistol in Zhang Ziyan's hand was taken away by Quan Zaijun and put back into his waist.
Zhang Ziyan was still staring at the car blankly. She fell to her knees, covering her face with her hands as the seawater covered the car body and poured into the windows.
I lived an inhuman life for three whole years, and even on my death anniversary I had to lie in bed.
After venting briefly, the woman got up from the ground, smoothed the wrinkles of her skirt, and wiped her face without caring much about her appearance. "I will go to court to testify."
"And that Zhang Wenyu, I know who serves him."
After a moment's hesitation, she asked, "Do you have a cigarette?"
After a while, she flicked the cigarette butt with some lipstick marks on it into the waves, and the scarlet light spot was swallowed up by the turbid waves even faster.
The next morning, this news dominated the headlines of various media. Not only Busan, but the entire Korean Peninsula was paying attention to this news.
Especially after seeing the person involved in the case, Kim Seung-hoon, and the company name that was slightly blurred, at least twenty powerful people on the Korean Peninsula had their heads buzzing.
Of course they knew that the case was real, but they didn't expect it to be suddenly exposed.
In particular, the Busan Prosecutor's Office, where the incident occurred, opened a case in less than an hour, and after starting the investigation, they also realized that something was wrong.
Those media were very abnormal because this incident was exposed without any warning.
This shouldn't happen. Even if the paparazzi caught some celebrity gossip, they know they can use it to make money and gain fame. Which good media outlet would break the news without even asking questions?
What's more, even prosecutors have to act according to the person.
According to common sense, in a case like this that obviously involves many powerful people, the procuratorate will keep delaying the investigation and postpone the filing of the case to make it easier for the powerful people to destroy the evidence.
With so many people, they must come to negotiate terms and ask for benefits first. If the negotiations fail, then a formal investigation will be initiated.
Given the current situation, it could only be that someone is behind this and fanning the flames.
Feeling panicked, they began to build connections and make contacts everywhere to avoid having their names appear on the list of suspects.
I hope that bastard Kim Seung-hoon didn't leave any evidence.
For a while, Kim Seung-hoon's phone was bombarded with calls, but no call was answered.
It was not until someone with more connections found the source that he began to share the news with his fellow believers with his heart pounding.
"Kinmen and Daying?"
"Hiss," someone glared at him from behind the phone, "Why would these two companies do anything to us?"
"It might not be us. It might be someone."
Zhang Wenyu is no exception. He actually doesn't go there very often.
Come to think of it, it was bad luck. He felt that he was just implicated. He was not one of those extraordinary people. It was only after the banquet that Jin Chengxun patted his chest and guaranteed that it was safe and comfortable, so he went.
Shit, is this safe?
What they are thinking about now is not how to whitewash themselves, but they hope that someone will call them quickly to threaten them and demand benefits.
After all, threats still follow rules, which means that Kinmen and Daying will make their attitude clear.
Zhang Wenyu called Zhu Mengyong, explained his purpose, and hoped to get some help.
"Mayor Zhang, you're worrying too much," Zhu Mengyong was silent at first when he received the call, but then he smiled and said, "This is none of Mayor Zhang's business."
"Really?" Zhang Wenyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that as the chairman of Daying Group, Zhu Mengyong would have no need to lie to him.
"May I ask, who offended both you and President Li?"
Zhu Mengyong's smile became even brighter. "This matter involves a lot of things. Mayor Zhang, it's better not to ask too many questions."
"Okay, okay," Zhang Wenyu coughed, "I will definitely control my lower body from now on and never do anything out of line again."
Various TV media plus the Internet spread the message. The Kinmen Group and the Daying Group cooperated in a series of brutal combinations in public opinion, but many people were curious. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was a vicious revenge, but the question was, why did a mere Kim Seung-hoon create public opinion like this?
Do you want to kill these twenty or nearly thirty powerful people with one blow?
From the president of a medium-sized chaebol to a famous movie actor, there are people from all walks of life here, which is not good for Kinmen and Daying.
Kim Seung-hoon's entertainment company has collapsed.
Many female artists who were coerced and bribed into working as "entertainers" have stayed in the company.
In the president's office, the blue light of the TV trembled slightly in the humid air, and the humming sound of the air conditioner outdoor unit mixed with the news broadcast hit the glass window.
The demanding old woman in a white women's suit turned around anxiously, "Where on earth did he go?"
The secretary was also anxious. He kept scratching his head and said, "Madam, the president has not shown up yet and he doesn't answer the phone."
The old woman sat down, panting heavily, "Shit, he won't abandon us and run away?"
She said this because.
This has happened.
As early as 2002, Kim Seung-hoon was in the news because a brave artist sued him, but the public opinion was not so strong.
Kim Seung-hoon did not cooperate with the prosecutor's investigation at the time. Instead, he abandoned his wife and children and went to the United States without saying a word under the pretext of conducting research in Hollywood. He did not return from abroad until the people he had bribed settled the matter.
The old woman sat on the edge of the sofa, her nails digging deep into the linen cushion. "Who did he offend that made him resort to such means?"
Little did they know that Kim Seung-hoon was just using the knife to stab people.
The uncensored face on the TV screen is constantly appearing on various TV programs.
Topics related to "sex trade" and "sexual entertainment" quickly became hot searches on the Internet.
"Tell those bitches," the old woman said viciously, "their contracts are legal and compliant. They signed their names and agreed to the terms. Don't think about selling us out!"
"They all signed their own contracts. We have never blocked their contracts!"
"Yes," the secretary nodded and ran to warn the female artists.
He had no choice but to go. After all, as Kim Seung-hoon's secretary, he was often the one who arranged for people to go to serve clients who did not specify specific services. He also enjoyed some privileges in this way. He pushed away those with more perverted words and did not allow people who were closely related to him to serve.
Outside, the rain slanted across the window. The old woman looked down and saw people wearing raincoats and setting up a photo studio. Reporters from all over the Korean Peninsula were blocking the entrance and exit of the company.
"Answer the phone, answer the phone." The old woman frowned and called again and again until the sound of sirens pierced the rainy night from far away. The old woman shook as if she had been electrocuted and almost dropped her phone to the ground.
Outside, police cars led the way, followed by the prosecutors' black Mercedes.
"Control all personnel once you are there," a prosecutor led the team and began issuing orders. "Do not allow anyone to enter or leave. Search all documents and bring back anything suspicious."
"Minister Li has already gone to Jin Chengxun's house to arrest someone. I hope we can achieve more results here!"
"yes!"
"Prosecutor nim!" Walking in the middle, prosecutors were interviewed, "Can you?"
"This is a serious matter," a prosecutor who was left behind stopped them and asked the minister to go first. "After the company search is completed, we will answer some related questions. Now please wait for a moment."
Seeing the prosecutors and investigators entering the company, the old woman's hands became more and more anxious as she pressed the keyboard. Her fingers were shaking so much that she couldn't press the keys correctly, and finally she smashed them against the TV screen.
On the other hand, Kim Seung-hoon has purchased a total of three properties in Busan and two in Gangnam, Seoul.
The one in Seoul has been handed over to the Seoul Southern District Prosecutors' Office for investigation, and they are responsible for the three buildings in Busan.
All three houses are luxury homes without exception.
When we got to the last building, it was the three-story villa from last night.
The security guards at the door had already taken their turns, and seeing such a big scene they quickly let people in.
"Minister nim, there's no one inside."
"No one?" Minister Li frowned. He knew that Jin Chengxun had been taken away. He said in a fake tone, "Are there any relevant items inside?"
"There are all kinds of erotic items in multiple rooms."
"There is a room that should have been used just last night."
"Take me to see it," Minister Li followed the investigator into the room from last night.
He looked around, the corners of his mouth twitched, what wax, leather whip, shackles.
"What is this?" Minister Li bent down and picked up a golf ball. "Are they still playing golf in there?"
The investigator was a little embarrassed. He had also smelled it when he first came in, and there was a very faint sour smell on it, obviously something had dried.
"Minister Nim," the investigator was a little embarrassed, "They...they..."
Minister Li coughed and threw down the golf ball. "Seal this place off. If there is any blood or other liquid, conduct a DNA test."
"Yes, Minister-nim."
"Zhang Wenyu called me for help," Zhu Mengyong smiled, "He still has some sense of smell."
"This is such a big incident, but there is no clear target. Anyone would be panicked," Li You was also watching the live broadcast on TV. "He won't be panicked tomorrow."
Before calling Zhu Mengyong, Li You had already spoken to Quan Zaijun again.
It was that his physique was not that of a human being, otherwise, with all the partying going on for several nights and countless things to deal with during the day, he would have collapsed from exhaustion long ago.
"Chairman Li seems to be confident about what he said," Zhu Mengyong was not worried at all. He quickly dealt with Zhang Wenyu and satisfied Li You's appetite so that he could seize the time to take action against Daying Haiyang.
"President Zhu has given such careful advice. If I don't have a plan in mind, I will be unworthy of President Zhu's help."
Zhu Mengyong narrowed his eyes and said leisurely: "When cooperating with President Li, everyone must do it seriously and beautifully. After all, we will have many opportunities for cooperation in the future, right?"
"That's true," Li You said calmly, "When President Zhu takes action against Daying Haiyang, just rest assured."
Zhu Mengyong narrowed his eyes, and after a long while he slowly spoke to express his gratitude, "No need to mention the previous words, I hope President Li will take care of the things that come after this."
After hanging up the phone, Li You watched the program on TV and called Chen Runji, the executive officer of Kinmen Entertainment.
"President Nim," Chen Runji answered quickly and intentionally amplified the TV volume.
“Are you watching the news?”
"Yes," Chen Runji glanced at the program, "After all, this is a major event closely related to the entertainment industry."
"The industry will definitely shrink," Li You chuckled twice, "but for safety reasons, check inside Jinmen Entertainment to see if there are any small leaders who abuse their power for personal gain. Report the names of the names. In addition to the official artists, the trainees should also be checked."
"I will," Chen Runji nodded. The Kinmen Entertainment system was complex, and it had brought in countless small entertainment companies, so it was inevitable that some would slip through the net.
(End of this chapter)
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