Chapter 279: Goals of All Parties
Pochuan City, the top floor of Qianming Group Building.
Although it is called a group, Qianming is actually just a company that dominates Pochuan.
"Congressman nim," Zhao Yugui, chairman of Qianming Group, was still a little distressed, "Do we really have to confront the Kinmen Group?"
"otherwise."
"What else?" Kim Yong-soo, who was called a congressman, was indifferent. "How dare the Kinmen Group attack you in public?"
He snorted coldly, "I don't believe this kid is really that evil."
"If you ask me," Jin Rongzhu said calmly, "this Li You is just a cover, someone must have pushed him up here."
"But." Zhao Yugui wanted to correct Kim Yong-soo's words, but he also knew that he had no say in Kim Yong-soo's opinion.
"Look at what he has done in the past few years," Jin Rongzhu snorted coldly, "Is there anything a young man can do?"
"Besides, Shi Dongchu died before, but there was no movement from Jinmen. Maybe it was done by the big shots who supported Li You, so there was no movement."
Jin Rongzhu said sarcastically, "Why should I cooperate with them when they just let a puppet come forward and keep silent?"
Zhao Yugui calmed down at this time, "Member-nim, are we going to lean on each other like this now?"
He was also a little envious, "I have also asked about those people in other places, their gangs..."
Zhao Yugui immediately changed his words as soon as he said it, "The income of their company is much higher than before, and they have even started to actively recruit people into the alliance."
The reason why he changed his words was because he knew that Kim Yong-soo always hated the word "gang" and would not allow anyone to mention it in front of him.
He tried to convince Kim Yong-soo with the monetary benefits, "Member-nim, actually, for the sake of money, we can do it too."
Jin Yongzhu leaned back in his chair and said expressionlessly, "How many people in the company think this way?"
Zhao Yugui gritted his teeth and said, "About half of the board of directors."
"You are a bunch of short-sighted people," Jin Yongzhu scolded, "Do you know what it means to wait for a price?"
He told Zhao Yugui coldly, "You are absolutely not allowed to cooperate with the Kinmen Group without my permission."
Jin Rongzhu pointed at Zhao Yugui and said, "I took you in and helped you develop steadily until now. I also wanted you to follow Li You's path. Do you understand?"
He also felt a little regretful. "If I hadn't acted a little too late, you might be standing in Li You's position now."
"There must be someone behind Li You," Jin Rongzhu looked at him coldly, his face becoming much gloomier, "If you don't understand, don't interfere, or you'll ruin my business."
Looking at Kim Yong-su's confident back as he left, Zhao Yu-gyu sighed, fearing that the one who didn't understand was not him, Zhao Yu-gyu, but you, Kim Yong-su.
But most of the actual power of Qianming Group is in the hands of Jin Rongzhu. What can he do?
What's more, now Kim Yong-soo has connected with an international drug lord and even asked Qianming Group to help them build a drug factory. It is estimated that he will not care about the money earned by the alliance.
But can this kind of money really push Kim Yong-soo to take a step further?
"Would you like some grilled eel?"
After leaving the police station, Jiang Zhentai suddenly said this while looking at Jack and Lin Zheling beside him.
"You're rich now?" Lin Zheling was a little surprised. He still remembered what Jiang Zhentai treated him to last time.
"A little bit."
"Again..." Lin Zheling was about to speak when his mouth was covered by Jiang Zhentai.
He actually wanted to ask how much Jiang Zhentai had embezzled from the mission funds.
"Don't talk so much," Jiang Zhentai winked at him, "Are you going or not?"
Lin Zheling nodded, "Go."
"Every word is worth a thousand gold." Jiang Zhentai complained.
In fact, if Lin Zheling really wanted to say it, he would not be happy.
"Where is Agent Jack?" Jiang Zhentai livened up the atmosphere.
Jack laughed, "Since you all are going, I definitely have to go. This is a good opportunity to have a chat with you."
Jiang Zhentai opened the car door and got in. "Please don't look down on me because this is an old car."
"Your car" Jack was a little disgusted. The performance and comfort didn't matter to him. The car looked really ugly and didn't really suit his image.
Finally Jack got in.
The three of them arrived at the grilled eel restaurant, and after ordering the dishes, they stared at each other, feeling inexplicably awkward.
The grilled eel made a sizzling sound as fat dripped from the iron plate.
"I heard," Jack looked at Lin Zheling and asked slowly, "when Zhang Mingjun escaped from prison, Detective Lin was also there?"
Lin Zheling was silent for a long time and thought of the sad things again.
After the observation period ended, he immediately went to the United States with some other comrades to bring Zhang Mingjun back.
But Zhang Mingjun escaped from prison and caused a bombing. Not to mention the casualties suffered by the FBI in the United States, most of his comrades were also killed, and only a few survived.
Lin Zheling nodded silently, "It's my fault."
The atmosphere at the dinner table slowly began to solidify because of this question and answer.
Jiang Zhentai livened up the atmosphere, "What would you like to drink? If you can't drink, the drinks here are not bad."
"I can drink," Jack raised his eyebrows at Jiang Zhentai, "We don't have such a hard and fast rule."
"Besides, the mission hasn't officially started yet. Can't Detective Jiang drink?"
Jiang Zhentai hesitated for a moment, then looked around with a strong sense of stealth, "Can I drink a little bit?"
"Then a little bit," Jack said with a smile, "What did Detective Lin say?"
Lin Zheling shook his head, "I can't drink."
The few of them chatted on the table for a while before the atmosphere gradually improved. Lin Zheling looked at his watch and stood up, "I have to go to the bathroom."
"Okay," Jiang Zhentai raised his hand and pointed him in the direction, "That's it. Remember to knock on the door before you go in. It would be bad if someone inside hasn't locked the door yet."
Lin Zheling nodded, and he quickly walked into the bathroom. He also heard Jiang Zhentai's teasing, "He seems a little anxious."
In the toilet, Lin Zheling called his boss, Minister Li, and reported the current situation one by one.
Minister Li on the other end of the phone listened very carefully. After Lin Zheling finished his report, Minister Li reminded Lin Zheling, "Remember to be careful of the South Korean criminal police. Don't let them know your real mission target."
Minister Li's tone was very serious. "You must remember that even though we are of the same ethnic group as them, they may be birds of a feather with the Americans in this matter."
Lin Zheling also understood Minister Li’s concerns, so he just agreed to Minister Li quietly.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Zheling felt a little confused. Ever since he learned about this, he had been a little shaken.
Before going to the United States to pick up the prisoner Zhang Mingjun, Lin Zheling did not know the truth of the matter.
But after Zhang Mingjun escaped and so many of his comrades died, Lin Zheling couldn't help but ask Minister Li.
Perhaps considering that Lin Zheling would be the one to carry out the mission, Minister Li did not hide anything and told the truth.
During the difficult and arduous march to the north, the army's 915 Research Institute produced methamphetamine as a foreign exchange earning business for the army.
And using Zhang Mingjun as an agent, they exported these drugs to a number of hostile countries in order to corrupt them.
Later, the situation became more serious and the northern government wanted to stop it, but failed.
Although production was stopped half a year ago, Zhang Mingjun, who was responsible for sales abroad, disappeared with a Swiss account worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
From what Minister Li said to Lin Zheling, Zhang Mingjun had tasted the sweetness of the US dollar, so he did such a thing.
After Zhang Mingjun was arrested by the United States, no clues about the hundreds of millions of dollars were found on him, and he refused to speak.
Kim Cheol-soo, the general manager of the 915 Institute, also fled to the north when Zhang Mingjun disappeared for the first time.
The location had not been determined before, but Jang Myeong-jun's prison escape was most likely planned by Kim Cheol-soo, which means that Kim Cheol-soo is likely hiding somewhere on the Korean Peninsula.
Lin Zheling's mission goal is to find this Swiss account with hundreds of millions of dollars and capture Jin Zhexiu and Zhang Mingjun.
Lin Zheling returned to the dining table and was slightly attracted by the aroma. Jiang Zhentai noticed this and smiled as he picked up a piece of grilled eel for Lin Zheling, "Zheling, eat it while it's hot."
Lin Zheling was a little uncomfortable with his address. He frowned, took the eel and ate it voraciously.
"You kid." Jiang Zhentai was a little speechless, "This is not the place. Eat slowly."
"It's just a personal habit," Jack shrugged with a smile, "In some countries, military career will develop this habit."
"That's true," Jiang Zhentai nodded, then waved his hand, "I don't mind my own business, Agent Jack, just touch it."
Jiang Zhentai's face was already slightly red from the alcohol. He waved his hands, trying to restrain his desire to drink more. "No more drinking. If you drink more, you won't be able to get into bed when you go home tonight."
Jack shook his head, stood up and patted Jiang Zhentai's shoulder gently, "I'm going to the bathroom."
"Going to the bathroom?" Jiang Zhentai's eyes turned strange, "Jack, are you?"
"Don't talk nonsense," Jack patted Jiang Zhentai hard, "What are you thinking about?"
Jack's situation was very similar to Lin Zheling's. When he arrived at the bathroom, the first thing he did was to lock the door. The second thing he did was to take out his cell phone and call his superior.
"Team leader," Jack teased, "Don't tell me you haven't come to work yet, it's so early."
"I really didn't go to work," the man with a thick Texas accent on the other end of the phone said unhappily, "Work hours aren't until nine o'clock. If you call me after six, I don't even have to answer."
"Team leader, don't forget," Jack laughed, "there is now a time difference of more than ten hours between us."
"I didn't forget," the team leader said unhappily, "that's why I answered the phone. Tell me what's going on."
"I've already figured out the situation in the north and south," Jack said easily. "The policeman in the south really knows nothing and is a fool. But the detective in the north must have other mission targets. His cold face shows that he is not someone who can hide things."
"You studied psychology in college, so I trust your judgment," the team leader frowned. "Then you will have to add one more task to your mission. Find out their real goal, report to us, and then listen to our next instructions."
"Got it," Jack said calmly, "Is there a bonus? Without a bonus, I would have less motivation to work."
“Yes, yes, yes, you greedy ghost,” the team leader coughed, as if he had a large mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in his throat.
"Smoke less, team leader," Jack said nonchalantly, "otherwise I'm afraid you'll end up in bed."
"roll."
The team leader wanted to hang up the phone, but he reminded Jack in the end, "You have to be careful of the South Korean police. They are originally the same ethnic group, and now they are almost wearing the same pants. You have always been smart, so don't let them team up to cheat you."
"No," Jack couldn't help laughing when he thought of the silly Jiang Zhentai.
Jack returned to the dining table. The atmosphere in this softly lit grilled eel restaurant was still warm and relaxed. Jiang Zhentai didn't know when he and Lin Zheling leaned against each other again, with their arms around each other's shoulders.
He returned to his seat and was greeted by Jiang Zhentai's warm welcome, "Welcome, Agent Jack!"
Jack looked at Lin Zheling in confusion, "Is he drunk?"
"I'm not drunk?" Jiang Zhentai stared, "Who said I was drunk? I can still drink many more bottles!"
Lin Zheling was also somewhat helpless, "Maybe it's because I usually drink too little?"
Jack shook his head and sighed, "Poor married man."
“Ding ding ding ding ding——”
Jiang Zhentai's phone rang, he took out his phone and answered the call, "Hello, wife"
"Are you drunk?" Park So-yeon (name of the movie character) could tell that Jiang Zhentai was drunk. She said unhappily, "Do you still remember what I said before? Don't you want to go home?"
"Ouch." Jiang Zhentai glanced at Jack and Lin Zheling who were staring at him, and shouted, "It's just a little bit of wine, you..."
Jack was quick to snatch the phone, "Sister-in-law, I'm a colleague of Detective Jiang."
"Yes," Jack explained, "We were all having a meal together, so he drank a little. We will take him back later."
"Okay," Park So-yeon nodded, "Thank you, detective-nim, for taking care of him."
"It's nothing," Jack smiled kindly, "We are all colleagues."
(End of this chapter)
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