Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 241: Evil guests come to the door
The next day, the setting sun slowly sank into the horizon like molten gold, dyeing the sky a brilliant orange-red.

He still hid until the evening. Che Qicheng took a deep breath of the cool evening breeze and then took his group of people and decided to go to Jiangnan Industrial.

Inside the car, the air was so heavy that you could almost squeeze water out of it.

One of his men was driving in the front while Che Qicheng was sitting in the back, frowning in thought, his fingers tapping his knees unconsciously.

He spoke nicely, saying that he was going to negotiate with this boss named Choi, but in fact he had mixed feelings. Now in Seoul, they had no other way out except to go find Choi Doo-il.

This group of guys without identity documents couldn't even find a boat to smuggle out, because they had also inquired that if they wanted to smuggle to Japan or other Southeast Asian countries, they had to go through the people under Kinmen.

Che Qicheng, who once commanded a special forces unit, naturally understood that he was now in a difficult situation.

Coming to find Choi Doo-il might be dangerous, but if he didn't come to find this danger, when would it be his turn to make money?

Feeling a little upset, he patted the driver's seat in front of him and said, "Play a song."

"Yes," the deputy on the passenger seat began to fiddle with the tattered car radio in the van.

Luckily, after turning it on, I just tuned the frequency and I could hear the voice on the radio. "This time, the new song we bring to you is carefully created by Jinmen Entertainment for singer Jiang Minhua."

"What the hell is going on? What the hell is going on?" The deputy cursed a little irritably. He had no idea who the names mentioned on the radio were.

He clearly had no interest in, let alone understanding of, these Southern pop cultures.

“This collaboration”

"That's enough," Che Qicheng stopped his deputy from cursing, with a hint of subtle sarcasm in his words, "Listen carefully, can you listen to this kind of stuff in China?"

"." The deputy stopped cursing all of a sudden and closed his mouth angrily.

This is really true. The North has always hated the so-called trendy culture in the South and never allowed it to become popular in the country.

"Okay," the female voice on the radio said with a hint of sweetness, "please enjoy the song below."

The music started, it was a lyrical song with a melodious tune and affectionate lyrics. Che Qichen crossed his arms with a smile and closed his eyes.

Given his level of appreciation, he is not sure whether the song is good or not.

But unexpectedly, this song was quite to his liking, the lyrics were well-written and reminded him of his wife whom he lost while on a mission.

A big part of the reason why he defected was because his beloved one did not receive good medical treatment and died on the operating table.

But there are obviously better doctors, but he doesn’t give them to his wife!
Che Qicheng has been selling his life for so many years, and he thought that there has never been any problem with the missions, but problems occurred with his family.

The van arrived at the gate of Jiangnan Industrial with the woman's melodious singing playing.

Che Qicheng stretched and got out of the car. He looked up and saw that the sign of Jiangnan Industrial was still hanging on the small building. He looked at the empty door again and frowned, but he still waved.

After receiving the signal, his subordinates rushed in all at once, and Che Qicheng followed behind, walking in slowly.

But there was no one on the first floor and all the offices were closed and locked.

When the second floor was opened, there was a bathroom, and there was no one inside.

I went to the third and fourth floors, and finally to the large office on the fourth floor, before I saw anyone.

On the sofa outside the fourth floor, a man was sitting leisurely smoking. In the office at the back was a sign that read "President's Office".

"Brother," the subordinate at the window in the stairwell called him solemnly, "Look."

Che Qicheng didn't care about the figures on the fourth floor who were obviously pretending to be cool. He quickly stepped to the window and saw several vans roaring over from below, blocking the intersection tightly. Nearly a hundred people got out of the vans.

Che Qicheng's brows were tightly furrowed, and a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

He frowned and looked outside, then quickly regained his composure and shook his head at his subordinate who wanted to draw his gun. The North Korean defector in the corridor hesitated for a moment, but finally put the gun back. Cha Ki-sung stood in front of the sofa, and Choi Do-il finished smoking the cigarette in his mouth before looking up at Cha Ki-sung.

"You should be Boss Cui, what does this mean?"

Cui Dou Ri raised his eyebrows, pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and smiled easily, "Shit. I want to know, this is obviously our Jiangnan Industrial's territory, why did you sneak here without saying hello? What do you mean?"

Che Qicheng said coldly, "I'm here to discuss business with you."

"Talk about business?" Choi Do-il quickly stretched out his hand, motioning him to sit down, then reached out and grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and threw it hard, almost hitting one of the North Korean defectors on the head.

"Shit!" The man subconsciously took out his gun from his pocket.

"Don't move!" Che Qicheng turned around and shouted, not allowing his subordinates to move.

Seeing his reaction, Cui Douri's eyes lit up, "It seems that Che Qichengxi is a man who knows the current situation. I am very relieved."

Che Qicheng did not ask Cui Douri how he knew his name. After all, the other party even knew his movements.

"Brother," the man at the door looked nervous, as if he had seen something extraordinary.

"what happened?"

“Those people at the door”

Cui Douri grinned and tilted his head to gesture towards the window next to him, "Che Qichengxi can go over and take a look."

Che Qicheng stood up with a gloomy expression and moved to the window.

There were many strong men standing below, and the most important thing was that they openly took out their guns. There were even twenty or thirty rifles held in the arms of these people.

Che Qicheng's pupils shrank, and he turned his head to look at Cui Douri, "How dare you do this?"

"Please," Cui Douri spread his hands, "This is Jiangnan, our base in Kinmen, how dare you bring people in here?"

"To be honest," Cui Douri said with emotion, "the nearby streets are basically all our Kinmen properties. We have cleared them out now and are just waiting for you to come."

"Do you think there are too many people down there?"

Cui Douri laughed twice, "Actually, that's just because there are only so many people standing on this street."

He stood up and pointed outside, "What organization are we? You don't think that just a beggar at the door can come in, right?"

Che Qicheng kept silent with a gloomy face. If he was a soldier before, he would never make such a mistake. He was indeed a little careless after defecting.

"Hand over your guns now," Choi Doo-il waved his hand and asked the two people standing nearby to go up and search the North Korean defectors one by one, and take out all their guns.

Che Qicheng did not put up any resistance, he was at the mercy of others.
After all, the people who followed him were former soldiers, not desperate criminals who didn't take their lives seriously.

Cui Dou Ri turned around and sat on the sofa, knocking on the coffee table. "By the way, you are also capable people, and the higher-ups are quite optimistic about you."

As they were talking, Zheng Zaizhong came up with a gun, and the North Korean defectors wisely made way.

"Jaejoong," Choi Doo-il greeted with a smile.

Jung Jaejoong looked inside and raised an eyebrow, “I thought you guys were going to have to have a bloody fight.”

"Isn't it because of our Che Qicheng's knowledge of current affairs?"

Zheng Zaizhong's eyes moved around and finally stopped at the metal box in Che Qicheng's hand, "This should be what President Nim wants."

Che Qicheng's eyes narrowed, and Zheng Zaizhong did not rush to reach out his hand, but just waved his hand, "Clear the place, President Nim will be here soon."

(End of this chapter)