Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 120 Intensifying Conflicts

Sitting in his friend's car, Zhang Liwen still felt some pain in his back and he hissed.

"Liwen," his friend Wen Zhongzai is the son of the owner of an entertainment company. He has basically the same interests as him and can be considered a kindred spirit. Many times.

"Your dad beat you again?" Wen Zhong complained, "You didn't do anything bad. At most, you just played around with those third-rate artists. Why does he always beat you?"

"Shit, I don't know what's wrong with that old man again," Zhang Liwen snorted, "He's like a psychopath. He beat me up for no reason today."

He said bitterly, "Now you know how to educate me. My mother took care of me when I was a child. When my mother and I got into trouble, it was Uncle Park who took care of me."

"The old man didn't care about anything before, but now he thinks I'm a playboy."

"If you ask me, he should just be killed by his enemies sooner rather than later."

As the sports car accelerated, Zhang Liwen suddenly leaned on the back of the chair. He was in so much pain that he kept shouting, "Slow down, slow down, I don't dare to lean on the back."

"Okay," Wen Zhong said slowly, "but he is your father after all. If he dies, you won't live a comfortable life."

With a bang, Zhang Liwen leaned back in the chair again.

"Asi was rear-ended," Wen Zhong stopped the car, and the medium-sized van behind also stopped.

A mid-sized van was parked at the back, its front bumper slightly bent, apparently from the collision just now.

Zhang Liwen got out of the car and checked the condition of the sports car with Wen Zhong. The paint on the rear was scratched and the headlights were broken.

"Hey! What's wrong with you, the driver? Do you know how to drive?" Wen Zhong walked forward and knocked on the glass of the van.

The van driver calmly opened the window and asked, "How much compensation do you want?"

"You bastard." Wen Zhong's blood was boiling, "What's your attitude?"

In the past, Zhang Liwen was mostly surrounded by people from Di Xin Entertainment. He was always influenced by the atmosphere of those people. He felt something was wrong and pulled Wen Zhongzai's sleeve.

"Forget it. It won't cost much to repair it."

"How can this be done?"

"How much compensation will this cost?" the driver asked calmly.

"What?" They turned their heads and saw more than a dozen people coming out from the back of the van and surrounding them.

"No." Wen Zhong said with an unpleasant expression, "Your van"

He really wanted to know how a dozen people could fit into an ordinary-looking mid-sized van.

The next process was simple. Two sacks were suddenly put over the heads of the two men.

They struggled to get free, but the ropes under the sacks had tightened around their necks, making it hard for them to breathe.

With their hands tied behind their backs, the two drunken and lusty men were completely powerless to resist.

Deprived of his sight, he could only feel his own breathing and the rapid beating of his heart.

They were picked up and thrown into the van.

"Brother, what should we do with this sports car?"

"You're stupid, drive back!"

The van door was slammed shut roughly, and Zhang Liwen's fear reached its peak, as if he had returned to the day when he and his mother had the accident more than ten years ago.

The shadow left by the car accident makes him afraid to drive now.

The air in the car became thinner and thinner, and the world under the sack was pitch black.

He could feel the vehicle moving, but couldn't tell the direction. It wasn't until he was pulled out of the car and felt like he was walking that he felt a little relieved.

Li You sat on the leather sofa in the boxing gym, tapping the armrests lightly with his fingers. He looked at Zhang Liwen who was pressed to sit on the sofa and waved his hand gently.

The rope tied to the sack was cut by a knife, scratching Zhang Liwen's neck a little. A ray of light pierced into his pupils, causing him to squint.

The long-lost light now seemed as sharp as a knife, piercing him to the point of almost crying.

The surroundings gradually became clear. He was sitting on a sofa. The sound of hitting sandbags could be heard all around him. His Wen Zhong was no longer visible.

Although the man opposite looked young, his aura was stronger than that of his father. Zhang Liwen felt a chill rising up his spine.

He knew who this was, even though he had never seen him before.

Li You's voice was deep and powerful. "Are you recovered?"

Zhang Liwen nodded, his throat a little dry, "Is it President Li?"

His voice was trembling slightly, but he tried to suppress it.

Li You shook his head, "Don't be afraid, you are still useful, I won't kill you."

Zhang Liwen swallowed his saliva, his eyes flickering.

Li You lit a cigarette, "You probably don't know why I invited you here, do you want to know?"

Zhang Liwen lowered his head slightly.

"I heard that you are often beaten?"

He nodded silently.

"Why don't you resist?"

"I dare not," Zhang Liwen gritted his teeth, "You have a grudge against my father, so you should go find him."

"I know. I'm looking for him. Why else do you think he's hiding in the villa like an old bastard?"

Li You stood up, walked to his side and gently placed his hand on his shoulder. Zhang Liwen's body was stiff and he did not dare to resist at all.

"I want you to be the president of Dixin Entertainment. What do you think?"

"Me?" Zhang Liwen coughed in surprise, "It's impossible even if you think about it."

"No matter how powerful President Li is, even if he scares the old bastard so much that he dares not come out, he can't let me be the president of Di Xin Entertainment."

Hearing Zhang Liwen's nonchalant address to Zhang Shouji, Li You pushed up his emotional glasses. He used them every time at such times. They were useful.

The conflict between father and son was no longer just a conflict, it was almost like a grudge. The boy in front of him was full of hatred when he mentioned Zhang Shouji.

"Did your mother die in a car accident?"

Zhang Liwen was stunned for a moment, and tried to turn his head but was held down, "What do you mean?" "What do you mean?" Li You waved his hand, "I was still in elementary school more than ten years ago."

"Yes," Zhang Liwen scratched his head, and his movements froze the next second.

"Was it really an accident?" Li You smiled, "I don't think so."

Li You threw the file that Park Tae-soo had retrieved for him on the table. "This is the record that Prosecutor Wen Zhong is helping me find. It's really hard to find something from more than a decade ago."

Zhang Liwen grabbed it and flipped through it. After a while, he looked up and said, "I was young at the time, so I can't remember many details, but is there any problem?"

Li You shook his head. "Do you know what the killer's most common method of accidental killing is?"

He looked at Zhang Liwen who was puzzled, "Today I'm going to teach you something common sense: a car accident, and the one involved was a dump truck."

Zhang Liwen lowered his head and stared at the black and white picture of the dump truck. He was smaller at the time, and his mother protected him during the car accident...that's why he survived.

"You mean?" Zhang Liwen's voice became dry and hoarse. "This is... man-made?"

"I didn't tell you," Li You shrugged, "but it's very likely that President Zhang didn't tell you because he was afraid of scaring you."

"Scare me?" Zhang Liwen laughed, full of resentment, "So it was because of his career that my mother was killed."

"If it wasn't for my mother, I would have died too," he raised his head, "and he didn't tell me the truth for so many years, and he even found a lover outside and wanted to have a bastard."

After saying this, Zhang Liwen fell silent.

"Do you want to smoke?" Li You handed him a cigarette. Zhang Liwen took it and the people around him came forward to light it for him.

The relationship between father and son is really good. Li You looked at Zhang Liwen who had murderous intentions and took off his glasses with satisfaction.

Let's just pop some champagne at halftime and it's done.

Zhang Liwen took a deep puff of his cigarette and looked at Li You, "How should I cooperate with you?"

"Of course you can't just kill him," Li You sat down with a smile, "Otherwise, let alone helping you control Di Xin Entertainment, Di Xin will probably be in chaos."

He lit a cigarette by himself. Zhang Liwen looked at him. Although they were smoking the same cigarette, he always felt that Li You smoked it more elegantly.

"So I suggest that President Zhang get a serious illness."

Li You blew out a smoke ring and looked at Zhang Liwen meaningfully, "I'll get a serious illness that I can't control the emperor's heart, but I can't die from."

He flicked the ash off his cigarette and said, "You should be familiar with President Zhang's deputy, right?"

Zhang Liwen nodded, "Uncle Park is the person he trusts the most."

"That's all," Li You crossed his legs comfortably, "President Zhang is seriously ill, as long as you and he keep it a secret, aren't you the de facto President of Dixin?"

Zhang Liwen clenched his fists and said, "After all, you haven't told me how to do it."

"I've already hinted to you," Li You spread his hands, "make him a vegetable."

"Vegetative state?" Zhang Liwen was confused. "What is that?"

Li You threw away the cigarette butt. In 1998, the concept of vegetative state seemed to be something that one would never know unless one took the initiative to learn about it.

He calmed down and explained slowly to Zhang Liwen.

"To put it simply, he is unconscious and in an almost permanent coma, but his body is still alive and his heart is still beating."

"Then I understand. What should I do?" Zhang Liwen nodded.

"Find a chance to get him to the hospital, and leave the rest to us."

Find a chance to get him to the hospital.
Zhang Liwen silently thought to himself and nodded heavily, "I understand."

"Okay," Li You waved his hand, "You can go now."

The sack came again, and when it was taken off, he was sitting in the passenger seat safely, and Wen Zhongzai also sat in the driver's seat.

"No," Wen Zhong, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked confused and numb. "Who are they?"

"I don't know," Zhang Liwen shook his head, "Send me back."

Wen Zhong nodded, "Yeah, I'm not interested in playing anymore after something like this happens."

After speeding all the way, Zhang Liwen stood on the side of the road and waved, as a farewell to his friends.

The late night wind invaded the villa area with a chill. Zhang Liwen went home through the main gate after his first night out.

The light from inside the villa shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the floor at the door, casting a golden glow.

He pushed open the door and saw Zhang Shouji sitting on the sofa in the living room with his eyes slightly narrowed. Next to him was the whip that had been used to whip Zhang Liwen countless times.

There was a sense of depression in the air. Even now, Zhang Liwen was still very nervous, so nervous that he could almost hear his own heartbeat.

"You're back on time. It seems that the beating during the day didn't teach you enough lessons." Zhang Shouji's voice was cold. "Come here and kneel down."

"I won't kneel," Zhang Liwen looked at Zhang Shouji, "I don't want to be beaten by you again, how about a deal?"

In his heart, he gave Zhang Shouji one last chance. As long as Zhang Shouji said yes, he would tell him everything.

"Do a deal?" Zhang Shouji sneered, and without giving him a chance to say a second word, he whipped him on the leg, "What of yours doesn't belong to me?"

"Shit, are you negotiating terms with me?"

Another whip.

Zhang Liwen nodded, turned around and walked upstairs, no longer paying attention to this nominal father, thinking in his mind how to turn him into a vegetable.

Zhang Shouji whipped the whip for the third time, "Come back!"

Looking at Zhang Liwen starting to go upstairs, Zhang Shouji was so angry that he laughed.

Zhang Liwen had run away before, but the more he ran, the more fiercely he was caught and beaten. He thought this brat would learn his lesson.

Zhang Shouji grabbed the whip and rushed upstairs. He was about to catch up with Zhang Liwen, but he didn't expect Zhang Liwen to suddenly turn around.

That look... No, it doesn't seem like my own son. How could my own son be so aggressive?
He took two steps forward, wanting to see more closely, and saw Zhang Liwen reaching out his hand and pushing him.

You little bastard, you pushed me?

Zhang Shouji stretched out his hand but caught nothing, tilted his head back, and rolled down the stairs.

(End of this chapter)