#103. Results. 11
Woojin responded to his murderous gaze by nodding his head.
"yes."
Choi Gi-baek suddenly got up from his seat.
Woojin's eyes briefly scanned his body, down to his lower back.
“Ha, you little brat. You don’t do what a little brat tells you to do. Did you join the union too? The adults came here and asked you. When are you going to get your money?”
“No. This is my first time here and I’ve never been a member of a union before. I didn’t come here to drink coffee like you said.”
Choi Gi-baek crossed his arms.
The two hands between his armpits were clenched into fists.
It means that you are holding back your anger.
“Then why did you come?”
“I think you have jaundice. When bilirubin, which is produced in the process of breaking down special proteins containing iron in the body, accumulates excessively, the skin and mucous membranes turn yellow. Would you like to look in the mirror? Look at your skin or the whites of your eyes.”
Choi Ki-baek, who had been listening to Woo-jin with his eyes blinking, looked at the mirror hanging on the wall.
“What? Are you okay… … .”
“Lift your eyelids.”
“Oh shit… When did this happen?”
The whites of the eyes were turning yellow and seemed to be moving downwards.
It seemed as if there was a yellow ring around the pupil.
“It’s because bilirubin isn’t excreted properly from the body.”
Choi Ki-baek, who had been rolling his eyes with both hands, turned his head to his subordinate.
“Hey, do I look yellow?”
“Now that I think about it, that may be true… You do like drinking, don’t you?”
Choi Gi-baek's eyes went up.
It was reminiscing about the past.
Have you stopped drinking recently?
Looking back on the year, it felt like I never took a break.
Choi Gi-baek's gaze was fixed on Woo-jin again.
“What are you?”
What? Bilirubin? A special protein?
He looked Woojin up and down as if he was seeing him again and spoke again.
“Are you a student?”
“Yes. I go to S University.”
His expression brightened.
“Oh~ S University? Medical school? Are you a medical student?”
“No. I’m a business major, but I’m also interested in medicine, so you might think so. That’s why I came here to tell you to go to the hospital. And I wondered if I could get paid today.”
Choi Gi-baek pointed at Woo-jin with his finger and laughed heartily.
“Hey… …! Hey Inma! Hahaha! This is the first time in my life that I’ve been worried about my health on set. You’re 100 times better than the guy standing next to me. Money?”
He took his wallet out of his back pocket.
Then he took out three 50,000 won bills and handed them over.
“What are you doing, Inma? Don’t just stand there and take it. My brother is in a good mood so he’s taking care of it for me.”
“I haven’t even filled the time yet.”
At that moment, a subordinate employee said something.
“If an adult gives it to you, you say thank you and accept it.”
Woojin shook his head.
“I don’t like freebies. Oh, I heard you had a fight with your wife. Did you make up? But she told me to sleep at home. Getting too many massages can be counterproductive to your body.”
Choi Gi-baek stood tall as if he had become a stone statue and looked at Woo-jin.
The brain was trying to understand Woojin's existence in a situation it had never experienced before.
Don't you know everything that happened yesterday?
“What the heck, you little punk… … . Hey, what are you? Doing background checks on me… .”
Woojin shook his head.
“Sometimes people ask me if I’m a fortune teller. You should definitely go to the hospital. And…”
Woojin closed his mouth for a moment.
The aim was to see if the Zeigarnik effect would occur.
Choi Ki-baek, who had been blinking, opened his mouth.
"and?"
If it works, I'll respond.
“You should be careful of the guy in the south. He’s really angry. It’s Mr. Lee.”
“Mr. Lee?”
“Okay. Then, take care.”
Woojin said that and went outside.
Choi Ki-baek, who had both hands on his waist, fixed his gaze on the place where Woo-jin had gone and asked.
“What was that kid talking about?”
“They told me to be careful of the person in the south. His last name is Lee.”
“So. What the hell are you talking about?”
“Well… … Did you really fight with your wife yesterday, brother?”
“What the fuck, what the hell is that kid?”
Choi Gi-baek rubbed the back of his neck.
There was a tiny scratch on his ear, which was from his wife's fingernail.
It was also true that I got a massage.
At that moment, Choi Gi-baek's head turned white as if he had been hit with a hammer.
'You should be careful of the guy in the south. He's really angry. It's Mr. Lee.'
Choi Gi-baek's mouth opened quickly.
“Hey, south of here is Gangnam, right?”
“I think so?”
'Mr. Lee… … Lee Yo-hwan.'
“Hey, you just brought that kid… … . No.”
Choi Gi-baek immediately made a call to someone on his cell phone.
“Oh, it’s me. Are we still far?”
The money received from the company where the original contractor, Lee Yo-hwan, was a managing director, that is, the money that had to be paid to the workers and the company, was invested in stocks. No, it was an investment, but he got on the operational force.
Although he was not originally included in the operation, he had an acquaintance among the operation force.
That acquaintance had secretly leaked the information to him.
When someone hears news of an operation and secretly puts money in, it is called a virus.
That is, he was a virus.
Those who planned the operation couldn't help but hate viruses.
“Hey you piece of shit! I borrowed money from everywhere! You want to see me get fucked!? You want me to wait another week!? You’re not selling me drugs, are you?”
Choi Gi-baek, who had been grumbling, lifted his head.
“Hey, just one week? A 3,000 won stock went down to 2,500 won. Just one week. If it goes down any further, I’ll come find you.”
Choi Ki-baek, who had just hung up the phone, lifted his phone as if he was going to throw it.
But I couldn't do that and just sighed.
“Brother, how about we just sell it now? You know full well that that bastard Lee Yo-hwan is a total idiot, right?”
“Just wait a week.”
Lee Yo-hwan knew that his wages had not been paid.
It was well hidden, but one of the workers went to the head office and made a big fuss.
After getting hit a few times, Lee Yo-hwan got over it once.
The reason was that he had noticed Lee Yo-Hwan's weakness.
“Brother, if that bastard Lee Yo-hwan rolls his eyes… … .”
“Hey, Minwoo.”
“Yes, brother.”
Choi Gi-baek fixed his gaze on the window.
I could see the workers moving around.
“How long are you going to live smelling like this? Huh? How long are you going to go around wiping other people’s buttholes? When you have a chance, you should know how to make the most of your life. Manage the laborers well. It’s only for a week. Just one week.”
The subordinate bowed his head slightly, and Woojin, who had been leaning against the office outside, pushed his back away.
He deliberately left the door slightly open, and their conversation was caught by Woojin's keen hearing.
Woojin, who understood the whole story, started walking slowly.
The situation was inflated.
If someone pokes me with a needle… … .
Woojin, who was looking around, nodded his head.
The faces of the people working in the morning had changed dramatically.
It was a decision.
Woojin decided that there was no need to create a situation and made a phone call to someone.
It was prosecutor Kim Cheol-woong.
“Please send just one reporter to the scene. Someone who is desperate.”
-You really went there? Why did you go there~! Go! Is Woojin a police officer or something?
“It looks like it’s going to start soon.”
-What? What's starting again?
“It’s a sit-in.”
-I never imagined that Woojin would actually go! I never thought about it, so I didn't say anything. There was a guy in my class who messed with a big company. Do you know what he's doing now? He's grilling meat over charcoal and serving it! Serving!
“Is this a good restaurant?”
-… … .
“Prosecutor Kim Cheol-woong, you can grill something else.”
-… … .
Woojin opened his mouth again, looking at each of the laborers with tired faces.
“Please beat the bad guys with a gavel and put them on a hot fire. Then, wouldn’t it be a feast for the good citizens?”
* * *
After finishing his phone call with Woojin, Kim Cheol-woong looked out the window and let out an inexplicable sigh.
Not knowing what he was thinking, he soon started to snicker.
'Please beat the bad guys with a baton and put them on hot fire.'
“I have to be able to buy this by selling it.”
Then I looked at the mirror.
“Hey! Kim Chul-woong! You’re so scared… Is this all you can do!? A star prosecutor? Politics? Do you think you can do that while being a jerk to a college student?”
Kim Cheol-woong, who was quietly looking at the mirror, muttered to himself.
“Fuck, what is life? It’s either all or nothing.”
Just then the phone rang.
-Yes. Kim Cheol-woong… … . Oh, yes, sir. I saw that incident… … Hello? Hello? Can you hear me? Did I get the wrong number? Hello? I’ll call you back.”
“I can hear you, I can hear you.”
Kim Cheol-woong put the receiver away so that the call sound could be heard and quickly brought the phone to his ear.
“Reporter Kim, by the way, I have a really interesting story… … .”
After finishing his call with the reporter, Kim Cheol-woong called Kim Tae-hyun again.
* * *
Choi Gi-baek was looking out the window with a serious expression on his face.
It was because people were all gathering in front of the office.
“Hey, are the kids coming?”
“Yes. We’re almost there.”
Choi Gi-baek opened the office door wide and went out.
“I told you not to do that! I’m going to die too! What do you want me to do when the money isn’t coming from the head office?”
“They work day by day and live day by day! Shouldn’t they at least be given money for gas?”
“There’s a sound of shuffling in the middle!”
“Do you think someone digs the dirt and provides materials? Aren’t they deliberately selecting only small businesses to sign contracts with?”
Choi Gi-baek put both hands on his waist.
“What do you want me to do if I don’t get the money? Or at least file a civil suit! Follow the law! Follow the law! Do I remember all their faces just now? Huh? Don’t even think about stepping foot in here again!”
“Who wants to come here? They don’t come because you don’t give them money!”
Then someone in the crowd shouted.
It was Woojin's voice.
“Aren’t you saving money in your office!?”
“Let’s go in and see!”
“Push!”
As the group of people approached, Choi Ki-baek and his subordinates hesitated and stepped back.
At that moment, dozens of men approached from behind.
It was an outfit no different from other people's.
They naturally blended into the crowd and started pushing and shoving.
"what?"
“What are you!”
"100 million!"
Someone groaned and rolled over in front of Choi Gi-baek.
Choi Gi-baek chuckled at that sight.
“You idiot, you’re being a jerk. You’re being a jerk.”
Then, he kicked him with his foot as if to roll him over, as if he had been hit in the face and was lying there like a hunchback.
“Ahh!”
He groaned and then strangely jumped up from his seat.
He was detective Kim Tae-hyun, looking at Choi Gi-baek with a sly grin and a beard that had grown wildly.
Kim Tae-hyun tilted his head and opened his mouth.
“It’s the first time I’ve seen this montage. Well, it’s not even our jurisdiction. It’s just that we’re all entangled in this. The cause is important. Isn’t it?”
Kim Tae-hyun took out the handcuffs and continued speaking.
“You are under arrest for assaulting a police officer. You have the right to remain silent.”
As Kim Tae-hyun tried to handcuff him, Choi Ki-baek hesitated and said.
“What are you?”
“Me? Detective?”
Crunch.
Kim Tae-hyun put handcuffs on Choi Ki-baek's wrists as he stood there dumbfounded.
Woojin, who was knocking down the servants while blending in with the crowd with his face covered, turned his gaze to the passenger car that was standing silently.
'Next step.'
