#102. Results. 10
Kim Cheol-woong asked with a puzzled expression.
"board?"
"yes."
Kim Cheol-woong looked at Woo-jin and thought for a moment.
He said he wanted to eat noodles in the interrogation room, and he said he would bring the criminal to the hotel restaurant. Woojin always showed a strange side, so I couldn't get my thoughts in order.
Soon, Kim Cheol-woong opened his mouth and winked at Park Jong-hoon.
“Let’s implicate this gangster like in the US case and have the media report him?”
Kim Cheol-woong laughed in vain at his own foolish thoughts.
This kind of pyramid scheme to manipulate public opinion had no ripple effect.
On the other hand, Park Jong-hoon's eyes were trembling like an aspen tree.
“Inspector! I’m just an errand boy! Please trust me! And it’s a crime to create a crime that doesn’t exist… .”
“Tsut! Won’t you be quiet?”
"yes……."
Woojin said, fixing his gaze on the cowering Jonghoon Park.
“Hye-rim’s younger brother has a friend attached to his younger brother. He has a second violent conviction. He reeks of crime. Mr. Park Jong-hoon.”
He glanced at Woojin.
“Who is Director Choi?”
"that……."
Kim Cheol-woong started counting again as he hesitated.
“One, two… .”
“Wow, I’m the director who manages transportation materials brokerage and services!”
“What’s your name?”
“It’s Choi Gi-baek.”
"subcontract?"
"yes."
“Where is the headquarters that is signing the agreement?”
“This is SH Construction.”
“Isn’t that a Shinwha Group affiliate? Is Choi Ki-baek a gangster with a criminal record like you?”
"yes?"
Kim Cheol-woong closed his eyes and took a deep breath as if to cool down his anger.
“If you keep asking me this question twice… … Choi Gi-baek, do you have a criminal record?”
“Yes, yes… … . Sir, I didn’t say anything. If it gets out that I said anything, I’ll really die.”
Woojin slowly nodded his head.
Hye-rim's older brother, who works at SH Construction, had a relationship with a subcontractor, and the person who was the subcontractor's representative was the manager who managed the service, and he had a criminal record.
“Where is the scene?”
“Why is that… … .”
“I want to try being a porter.”
* * *
Early the next morning.
Woojin changed into his work clothes in the public bathroom.
Jobs were easy to come by.
It was Park Jong-hoon's influence that was at work.
Of course, he never told his superiors that he had been taken to the prosecutor's office.
This was possible because of Kim Cheol-woong's threatening words.
Their words about living by loyalty and dying by loyalty were of no use in front of the prosecutor.
Soon, Woojin got on the forklift with the people and looked at the street where darkness had not yet lifted.
People walking briskly, and others waiting for the bus.
They are people with various occupations.
In this way, humans are made up of magnesium, chlorine, potassium, sodium, sulfur, calcium, phosphorus, nitrogen, carbon, oxygen, and hydrogen, but they all lead different lives.
People are designed from the moment they are born, and they think and live in different ways under the influence of their environment and culture.
They are made of the same material, but they are different.
But all humans are the same.
Therefore, if we understand the design of an individual's brain, we can predict his future.
After running for an hour, Woojin was able to arrive at the scene.
Woojin's eyes caught sight of unfinished buildings and people smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee here and there.
Woojin turned his gaze and looked at the large container box.
[Future Industry]
As Park Jong-hoon said, it was a place where Choi Gi-baek was the representative.
He only gave his title, but he clearly said he was a director.
Subcontracting that can disappear at any time.
“But how old are you?”
A middle-aged man who looked to be in his early fifties asked while lighting a cigarette.
He was the class leader of Woojin, a group of five people.
“I’m 21 years old.”
“Are you here to earn some pocket money?”
“Because I want to experience it.”
“Wow… … These days, young people don’t want to do hard work, but it seems like you’ll be able to use your strength well.”
“I will work hard.”
“It’s good to work hard, but here, the most important thing is not to get hurt. Let’s have a cigarette.”
“Because I don’t smoke.”
I have tried smoking before.
But I never felt the need to smoke it, and not smoking it didn't mean I wasn't ordinary.
So some time passed and things started to happen.
Woojin, who went up to the second floor, saw a forklift approaching from below.
There was a lot of foam piled up, he said, in his early 40s.
“You said this was your first time doing this, right? Why… It’s been tough from the start. What we have to do is called a form-taking. The forklift lifts it up and we have to take it and put it down. It’s heavy, so be careful. Now, look. Pull it out like this and diagonally… … .”
Woojin looked at the container of 'Future Industry' while listening to his words.
An employee was seen entering, but his appearance did not match that of Choi Gi-baek.
“Okay, do you want to try?”
Beginners are usually told to receive from the middle… .
Woojin did as he was told and threw the forklift diagonally, holding the form it was in.
“Oh, good job.”
“Thank you. I will try my best.”
“Yeah, they say you have to go through hardships when you’re young, so try hard.”
So Woojin threw the form at him for about ten minutes, but he quickly got the form and put it down and spoke urgently.
“Woojin! Woojin!”
Woojin answered him, throwing a form at him.
"yes?"
“Too fast. Slow down, slow down.”
He couldn't afford to take the form that Woojin was throwing at him.
I put down the foam and turned my head, and the foam was right in front of my nose.
“Isn’t faster better?”
“If I finish this quickly, I’ll have to do something else… … No! If I do it quickly, I might get hurt, so take it slow. Okay? Take it slow?”
"All right."
Woojin's body began to move slowly.
Woojin's actions were as slow as a snail's, to the point where he would just stand there blankly once he got into the pose.
“A little faster. No. You take it.”
Woojin went behind him and started to stack the forms.
The form that was the main culprit of muscle pain from working out went back and forth between Woojin and him several times.
He asked as he took the form and stacked it up steadily.
“Is this your first time?”
He looked at Woojin's hand suspiciously.
The way he received the hand position low was not that of a beginner.
Beginners often make the mistake of raising their hands high to receive the form, which can lead to injuries such as broken fingers.
But, I couldn't find any of that in Woojin.
This wasn't the first or second time that Bonsae had done this skill.
Stacking it was no joke, just like laying out a mat.
“It’s my first time.”
“Hey… …! Isn’t this the next generation of hopefuls who are trying to get in shape?”
“I wanted to try it.”
I was sincere.
Even if it wasn't for show, I wanted to experience sweating at a construction site like this.
I wanted to move around until I broke a sweat, but my surroundings wouldn't let me stay still.
As time passed, it was lunchtime and food was delivered.
“Ow… … .”
When I opened the lid, there was a lot of rice and the side dishes were good.
The main side dish is stir-fried pork.
“Enjoy your meal.”
"bon appetite."
Woojin sat on the styrofoam and started eating.
“Is this the taste that makes you want to run away…?”
Because I worked out early in the morning, even just eating rice felt sweet.
Of course, it meant that the body wanted an energy source.
Since this kind of opportunity didn't come often, Woojin quickly mixed the rice and stir-fried pork.
I moved the spoon carefully with the sole intention of coating each grain of rice with sauce.
And he took a big bite.
Woojin's head shook.
The temporomandibular joint moved on its own, without any conscious control.
“It’s JMT… .”
People around them laughed heartily as they looked at Woojin.
“A delicious restaurant has arrived. A delicious restaurant has arrived! Hahaha!”
“The food you eat after running is the best!”
While they were chatting for a while, lunch time was over. No, they quickly devoured the food.
“Okay, let’s take a deep breath and get started.”
Woojin lay down on the styrofoam.
The flower of the last day is said to be taking a nap during lunch time after eating.
And at 3 o'clock, a delicious snack arrives.
Woojin lay down on the styrofoam, wondering what kind of truth would come out.
“Brother, let’s have a drink of soju after we finish today. I have something to talk about.”
“Not today. I’m going to see a movie with my daughter about synesthesia or something.”
“Hey… … These days, kids don’t like playing with their dads.”
“I told you that it was the most entertaining movie these days, so I suggested that you go see it. We haven’t had much time to talk face to face these days.”
At those words, the corners of Woojin's mouth seemed to rise slightly.
“Miyeon has a good father. But have you heard? I heard that the material workers haven’t been paid for two months, and the transportation workers formed a union and got their heads chopped off. It looks like they’re going to protest. We’re also people who live day to day, and our daily wages haven’t been paid for two days.”
Woojin's eyes slowly opened.
It was partly because of what they were saying, but also because I heard the sound of a car pulling into the construction site.
It wasn't a construction vehicle, it was a sedan.
Woojin got up from his seat and looked down straight away.
A man in a suit got out of a black foreign car and entered the Mirae Industry office.
He appeared to be about 175cm tall and weighed about 70kg.
Woojin immediately shook off his seat and went downstairs.
And without hesitation, I knocked on the door of the future industry and went inside.
There were two people.
"what's the matter?"
The first person to speak to Woojin was an employee who had first entered Mirae Industries.
And the man sitting in front of the PC.
He had the impression that Park Jong-hoon had mentioned.
He had blurry eyebrows and a beaked nose.
Choi Gi-baek in his forties.
He looked at Woojin for a moment, then fixed his gaze on the documents again.
Woojin answered him, who appeared to be his subordinate.
“Can I have a cup of coffee?”
The subordinate's brow furrowed.
“There’s something left outside for the workers to eat, right?”
“I didn’t know because it was my first time. Can I have a cup while I’m here? How much does a mixed coffee cost?”
When his subordinate made a dumbfounded expression, Choi Gi-baek waved his hand.
“Get on quickly and let me go.”
The subordinate started making coffee and Woojin looked around for a moment.
The office was simple.
All that was visible was the large map attached behind Choi Gi-baek.
“Okay, get out.”
"thank you for this food."
As Woojin received the coffee, Choi Ki-baek, who had been fixing his gaze on the documents, suddenly asked.
“You seem young, but is the work worth doing?”
“Yes. The food is delicious.”
He gave off a neighborhood smile.
“Isn’t it delicious? It’s the restaurant of an uncle I know, so there’s no way it wouldn’t be delicious.”
Woojin nodded his head.
In many ways, it seemed like they had inserted what is commonly called a 'straw'.
“Work hard. Don’t try to be clever.”
“Yes. But, Mr. Choi Ki-baek, it seems like you have a lot of unpaid wages. Can I still receive my daily wage today?”
Choi Ki-baek's gaze, which had been focused on the documents, was once again fixed on Woo-jin like an arrow.
He, who had been staring at Woojin with a hardened expression, opened his mouth with a completely different, lifeless smile than before.
“Ha… … This kid, you kid. You didn’t come here to drink coffee, did you?”
