I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Chapter 555 Really Not Much
"Squeak."

An unremarkable pub to visit occasionally.

Che Changmin, leaning on a cane, opened the door and entered.

As a man, he is outrageously self-disciplined, he doesn't like women, he doesn't like gambling, he doesn't like money, and he even drinks only a handful of times.

He devoted almost all of his time and energy to the cause of defending the majesty of the judiciary, but in the end, he was punished with indifference.

"Car Inspector."

Because he had been here a few times before, the tavern owner rushed to welcome him as soon as he entered the door, very enthusiastic.

For ordinary people like them, prosecutors can be said to be extremely powerful figures.

Before the boss's attentive smile fully bloomed, he suddenly noticed Cha Changmin's limping leg and the crutches he was leaning on.

"Prosecutor Che, what's wrong with you?"

The boss smiled froze, with a look of surprise.

"It's okay, I fell down."

Cha Changmin put it lightly.

The tavern owner felt that Fang Yan was insincere, but naturally he didn't dare to ask more questions, nodded, and brought Cha Changmin to a table.

"Are you alone? Where's Jae-hyuk?"

In heh.

That's the assistant's name.

Speaking of this tavern, he brought Cha Changmin here when he joined the job.

At that time, I was high-spirited, full of ambition, and full of longing for the future, but now...

in Daegu.

When the ambulance personnel passed by carrying the broken corpse that had been removed from under the car, Jao Changmin quickly turned his head away with Che Changmin's determination.

"he……"

Cha Changmin's lips moved, facing the curious gaze of the tavern owner, for some reason, he didn't say any more.

"He's on a business trip."

"No wonder."

The owner of the tavern suddenly smiled, and greeted him: "Jahe often told me that the person he admired the most was Prosecutor Che, and he also said that in the future, he would become a person like Prosecutor Che, but this is not an easy task. His temperament is still not solid enough, Prosecutor Che, you have to send him to work hard, young man, he needs to be sharpened."

Cha Changmin remained expressionless and remained silent.

Seeing this, the boss couldn't continue to befriend him, and said in a friendly voice, "Prosecutor Che, what do you want to eat?"

At this time, Cha Changmin suddenly realized that he was not familiar with this place at all. Before that, it was arranged by the young man who died without a whole body.

"Have a pot of shochu and serve two dishes."

"Okay. Inspector Che, please wait a moment."

The boss didn't dare to disturb him, so he turned and left.

This is a very ordinary tavern, and the customers are mostly young people. The kid often said that he was too serious, and he should come to such places more often.

The voice and smile are still in front of my eyes.

"We came first, why did he serve first?"

The young couple at the next table murmured in dissatisfaction.

"Prosecutor Che, I'm sorry, let me explain."

The boss apologized.

Cha Changmin nodded, it should be the first time to enjoy the privileges brought by his status with peace of mind, picked up a disposable plastic cup, and poured wine.

Next to him came the voice of the tavern owner apologizing to the young couple.

Cha Changmin turned a deaf ear to it, taking a bite of food with chopsticks from time to time, and drinking to his own discretion.

Although he doesn't drink often, he has a good capacity for alcohol. In addition, the special shochu here is mainly aimed at young people, so the emphasis is on taste, which is weaker in strength.

"One more pot."

The boss came quickly, looked at Cha Changmin's injured leg, and kindly reminded him: "Prosecutor Cha, you are injured, do you want to drink a lot?"

Cha Changmin didn't play with his authority, he was as easy-going as ever, and smiled lightly, "It's okay, let's have another pot."

The tavern owner didn't dare to persuade him too much, but when he went to get the wine, he vaguely felt that something was wrong with Mr. Prosecutor today.

"Tsk, business is good."

A group of people pushed the door and entered.

All of them are arrogant and arrogant, and they are not kind at first glance.

"Table 13."

After handing over Cha Changmin's wine to the staff, the tavern owner smiled and greeted him quickly.

"A few of you are here for dinner, please come inside."

He greeted warmly, but in the end he was greeted by the other party's yin and yang tone.

"Don't be in a hurry to eat, boss, shouldn't you pay the security fee for this month?"

The owner of the tavern, who already had a bad premonition, suddenly felt a thump in his heart.

"Security fee? Didn't you pay it at the beginning of the month?"

"Who did you give it to?"

The leader, who was wearing sunglasses and wide-leg pants, asked with a sly smile.

"Give it to Brother Wan Kui."

"Who can testify against you?"

The boss was taken aback.

Not long after he opened his business, a group of people came to his door and asked him to pay a monthly sum in the name of "security fees".

Of course he knew what this group of people were doing, but he didn't dare to resist. After all, all the merchants on the street were the same.

The same is true in other areas, except that the people who come to collect "security fees" may come from different organizations.

As a powerless ordinary person, how could he dare to fight against these evil forces? With the mentality of spending money to buy peace, the tavern owner has been honestly paying this "security fee" on time, but who knows that he only paid it at the beginning of the month, and now Actually came to collect again.

"I have always given the money to Brother Wan Kui, you should ask him and you should know."

The boss hummed.

This street has always been governed by a force. Although I have never seen this group of people, it should be organized by an organization.

"Hi! Can you fucking talk?!"

Yimazi scolded, with an extremely vulgar gold necklace hanging around his neck, coupled with a sloppy floral shirt, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was a gangster.

"Brother Wan Kui got into a car accident a few days ago and left. You want us to ask him? Are you cursing our boss?"

The other horse boy directly shot and pushed.

The tavern owner was pushed and staggered, terrified.

That vicious villain who would have his store smashed if someone defaulted on the security fee, died in a car accident?

Is there really karma?
The death of such a person is of course a very happy thing, but looking at the group of guys in front of him who are not giving up much, the tavern owner feels that he should not be happy.

"Several, I didn't mean that, I really don't know."

He squeezed out a smile, "I didn't expect Brother Wankui to have an accident. It's really a pity, but I really gave him the security fee. You should have a record, right?"

"Remember your mother's head!"

Ma Zai pointed at the tavern owner's nose unscrupulously, and cursed: "You just want to renege on your debt, don't you?"

Security fees are unnecessary.

Where did the recklessness come from?
The boss dared not speak out, but still kept a smile on his face, "My store has been open for many years, and I have never owed any fees. I always pay on time every time, otherwise... you go back and check?"

"Ya Xi!"

The leading brother took off his sunglasses, seemingly losing his patience.

"Brother Wankui is dead. There is no proof of his death. It is useless for you to say anything. From now on, I will collect the security fees here. Today is the first time. I have come all the way and talked with the owners of those shops. After that, they are very cooperative, now I ask you, will you pay the security fee for this month?"

The other party's ferocious eyes made the tavern owner flustered, and he didn't dare to look directly at him.

The "security fee" of 100 million won per month is a lot of money for a small business like him, and it was spent by gritted teeth before.

I have already handed it in once this month, and I actually came to accept another one.

The tavern owner was really distressed.

"It's not that I won't pay... But, can the amount be reduced?"

He said cautiously and tentatively.

Now that these villains have come, they will definitely not return empty-handed, and they have no ability to challenge these black forces. If they can reduce some losses, that is also good.

"Reduce some? How much do you want to reduce?"

The leader asked with a smile.

The tavern owner's heart was beating fast, and he had the courage to say, "50 is okay..."

Before he could finish speaking, a kick landed on him.

"Hey! It's not bad if you don't give it an increase, how dare you bargain?! I don't think you want to open this store."

Looking at the tavern owner who was kicked to the ground, Ma Zai spat on the ground, showing his arrogance.

The movement here attracted the attention of customers in the tavern.

Everyone looked this way curiously, only at the boss who was lying on the ground, and then at the group of people who were definitely not kind. None of these young people in the tavern dared to act rashly.

"Smash me!"

The boss put on his sunglasses again, ordered majesticly, and planned to use this tavern to make a name for himself.

"I pay! I pay!"

Seeing that these people were about to destroy the store, the boss quickly got up from the ground and begged for mercy, regardless of the pain.

The boss sneered, turned a deaf ear, coaxed his subordinates to continue smashing the store.

"stop."

An untimely voice sounded suddenly.

The boys who were excitedly planning to do something turned their heads subconsciously, they were all taken aback for a moment, and then laughed uncontrollably.

"Cripple, don't meddle in your own business, or I will break your other leg as well."

"Why do you smash other people's shops? Also, who gave you the power to collect this security fee?"

Cha Changmin was leaning on crutches. Although he looked downcast, the strange thing was that the hooligans were really inexplicably shocked for a moment.

The boss raised his sunglasses, keenly felt that the cripple seemed unusual, and before he had time to speak, the tavern owner yelled anxiously: "Prosecutor Car."

Prosecutor? !
He was startled.

Without his order, the faces of the boys who also heard the shout of the tavern owner changed in unison.

Although they are arrogant, they are not stupid.

Prosecutors are not something they can afford to offend.

The group of people who were so arrogant and almost lawless suddenly restrained themselves.

"Who sent you here? Which club do you belong to?"

Cha Changmin's tone was not intense, but the aura he had cultivated for a long time still put a lot of pressure on these hooligans.

"Hehe, misunderstanding, it's just a misunderstanding."

The boss judged the situation very well, laughed dryly, without any hesitation.

"Sorry to bother you."

He made a decisive decision and quickly led his men out of the way.

A group of people came aggressively and left in a hurry.

Che Changmin, leaning on a cane, took a step forward, as if he wanted to chase.

"Prosecutor Che, no need."

The boss stopped him.

"Why didn't you call the police?"

Cha Changmin turned his head.

The boss shook his head, "It's useless, it's not that no one has tried it, but the next day, the shop was smashed."

Cha Changmin was silent.

"We are all used to it, and the money is not much. After paying it, we can operate with peace of mind and not lose money."

This was the heartfelt words of the tavern owner and the unanimous opinion of the people at the grassroots level, but to the ears of Che Changmin, who was a prosecutor, it undoubtedly seemed like a huge mockery.

"You can tell me."

The tavern owner smiled wryly, "Prosecutor Che, I know you are a good prosecutor, so I don't want to bother you. Your time should be spent on more important things. You can't handle trivial matters like me. of."

Cha Changmin pursed his lips.

Can't manage it.

Yes.

Similar things, more than this case, more than this street?

He can help this boss, what about the others?Even if he works day and night, how many people can he help?

"Prosecutor Che, haven't you finished your meal yet? I'm sorry to interrupt your meal, you can go back and continue eating."

Cha Changmin didn't say a word, maybe he didn't know what to say, leaning on his crutches, he returned to his seat.

sit down.

Let go of the crutches.

Pour wine.

All in one drink.

Other people in the tavern stared at the cripple who frightened off a gang of gangsters with strange expressions, and whispered.

Cha Changmin turned a blind eye to the eyes of his surroundings, drinking one cup after another.

He seemed to want to get drunk, but when the second pot of wine was finished, he became more and more sober.

This world is sometimes like this, always backfired.

The tavern door was pushed open again.

"Sir, alone?"

The tavern owner who had recovered his normal color squeezed out a warm smile.

"Find someone."

The young man in his 20s looked around and walked towards Cha Changmin's table.

The tavern owner turned around, just about to stop him, when he saw Prosecutor Che let him sit down.

He was a little surprised, but he didn't mind his own business anymore.

"Miss Lan's things are in cabinet 136 in the storage room on the west side of Building [-] of the Procuratorate. If you don't dislike them, these dishes can barely fill your stomach."

After the young man who couldn't show his face openly according to the law sat down, Cha Changmin didn't react at all, almost without any surprise. After saying something, he leaned on his cane, got up and left.

Jiang Chen, who hadn't had time to say a word, let the other party brush past him without stopping him.

"Prosecutor Che, are you... leaving now?"

The tavern owner said while looking at Jiang Chen who was sitting there.

"Another jug ​​of wine."

After all, Cha Changmin didn't know how to treat guests at all, "Check out."

"Prosecutor Che, no need."

Cha Changmin looked at the tavern owner.

The tavern owner who knew the character of the other party hurriedly said: "If it weren't for you today, my shop would have been smashed. Those people will definitely not dare to come again in the future. And you have done so many things for us ordinary people. It’s just food, not much.”

Looking at the boss's flattering but sincere eyes, Cha Changmin did not refuse this time.

"Thank you."

"Prosecutor Che, go slowly."

The boss personally sent it out the door.

Doorway.

Cha Changmin paused, his back turned to the tavern owner.

"In the future, don't call me a prosecutor again."

The tavern owner was taken aback.

Cha Changmin leaned on crutches, staggered, and gradually drifted away.

(End of this chapter)