Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 349 Understand the situation
"To be honest, President Nim," Cui Yixian said with his head down, "You should also know that I offended a woman at that time."

Li You raised an eyebrow, remembering who he was talking about, "The woman who runs the dance hall?"

"That's right," Cui Yixian smiled bitterly, "but I didn't expect that she would hold a grudge so tightly. Even now."

"Her last name is Han, and now people on the streets of Busan call her Ms. Han."

"What does she do?" Li You was a little curious about what could make Cui Yixian smile bitterly.

"." Cui Yixian opened his mouth rarely, a little embarrassed, "Is she a brothel owner?"

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Looking at Li You who didn't say anything, Cui Yixian also knew that it was not glorious. He sighed and said, "This woman is very powerful. I use money and this mouth to manage the relationship."

"And this woman relies on her subordinates, so many of them."

He didn't finish his words, but Li You understood what he meant.

"She would arrange different styles," Cui Yixian shook his head, "to please those officials and manage their relationships."

"Especially the pillow talk is the most informed source of information," he said with some admiration, "so her sources of information are even more than mine."

"My current situation in Busan," Choi Ik-hyun said, "is not very good, because more people are on her side than on my side."

"Especially since she had a close relationship with Jang Do-sik and was once the mistress of a big shot."

Li You touched his chin, "Interesting way."

It sounds like a competition between the Jianghu know-it-all and the brothel madam to see who is more informed.

At the same time, outside Busan Prison, the outer wall of Busan Prison looked exceptionally cold and solemn, separating the two worlds inside and outside.

The prison door slowly opened and a man walked out.

After walking out of the prison, the first thing the man did was to look around. The surrounding environment seemed to be the same as when he first entered the prison, but he still seemed a little confused.

"Yuzhe!" A man in a suit with slicked back hair stood next to the luxury car and waved to the man who had just walked out of prison.

Standing outside the prison was Jang Do-sik, wearing a neat suit and driving a shiny luxury car, completely different from Song Woo-chul.

Song Yuzhe walked out of the prison with heavy steps and a face full of vicissitudes. There was no special color in his eyes, nor was there any spirit.

Song Yuzhe's every step was in the shadow cast by the high prison walls on the ground. He was wearing an outdated sportswear.

The sweatshirt was old, the color faded almost beyond recognition, and it was a style that had not been popular seven years ago.

Song Yuzhe was carrying an old-fashioned bag, which contained some of his personal belongings before he went to prison.

"Daozhi," he walked up to the man Zhang Daozhi with his hair slicked back, and finally there was a smile on his face.

Zhang Daozhi waved his arms, his eyes full of concern, and his smile seemed particularly warm in the cold prison outside.

When he saw Song Yuzhe walking out of the door and walking towards him step by step, Zhang Daozhi's smile faded a little.

"Yuzhe," he put his arm around Song Yuzhe's shoulders, "thank you for your hard work over the years."

The two hugged each other. Song Yuzhe recognized the person following Zhang Daozhi. He was the younger brother who had followed him before he was imprisoned.

"Brother," the younger brother held a box, "eat some quickly, I sprinkled sesame seeds on it myself."

Inside the box was a whole piece of white tofu sprinkled with black sesame seeds. Eating tofu became a tradition after being released from prison.

Song Yuzhe smiled, scooped some out with his hands and ate it, "Delicious."

"And here are the cigarettes that big brother likes to smoke," the younger brother took out a box of cigarettes from his bag, opened the lid and handed it to Song Yuzhe.

"I want to quit," Song Yuzhe said with a forced smile, pushing the cigarette box with his hand.

"Quit such a good thing?" Zhang Daozhi looked at Song Yuzhe in surprise. "Well," Song Yuzhe did not say much, but looked at the man standing not far away.

“That’s Kang Yoon-jae,” Jang Do-sik said with a smile. “He worked for me for a few years and did a good job.”

“Yoonjae, say hi.”

Seeing Jiang Yunzai's perfunctory bow, Zhang Daozhi was a little dissatisfied, "Greet him properly, this is the elder brother you will be filial to in the future."

"It's ok"

Even though Song Yuzhe said this, Jiang Yunzai, who was not far away, still behaved well and bowed respectfully.

"Let's go," Zhang Daozhi hugged Song Yuzhe.

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The luxury car was driving on the coastal highway in Busan. The sunlight was dazzling, completely different from the shadow next to the prison just now.

"You have a lot to do," Zhang Daozhi patted Song Yuzhe's leg, "Casinos, bars, loan business."

“The world is big and there are many things to do.”

"Do you want to manage a bar first?" Zhang Daozhi asked tentatively.

"Daozhi, I'm sorry," Song Yuzhe refused, "I just want to live in peace now."

Zhang Daozhi was a little surprised, "How do you want to live?"

Song Yuzhe, who had just been released from prison, had almost nothing and had a criminal record. It would be extremely difficult for him to survive in this society.

"It's hard to say," Song Yuzhe shook his head, opened the car window, stretched out his hand, and felt the free wind.

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Of course Zhang Daozhi was unwilling to accept this. He couldn't believe that his best brother back then had been reduced to this state.

He brought Song Yuzhe to a very ordinary little shop on the beach in Busan.

This was the place they visited most often when they had no money.

While eating, Zhang Daozhi tugged at his collar, clinked glasses with Song Yuzhe, and asked, "Yuzhe, do you remember what we wanted at that time?"

"Imported luxury cars," Song Yuzhe was reminded of some memories by these words, "1 billion annual salary."

"And sexy."

The two of them laughed at the table, but Song Yuzhe also understood what Zhang Daozhi meant.

After laughing, Song Yuzhe took the initiative to pick up the glass and clinked it with Zhang Daozhi, "I just want to live like an ordinary employed person."

"Ah, you guy," Zhang Daozhi's smile paused for a few seconds. He thought he had convinced Song Yuzhe with his cooperative smile just now.

"Then what can Xiba do if he is still alive?" Zhang Daozhi didn't understand. "What can he do?"

"Nothing," Song Yuzhe stopped laughing, his eyes flashing with pain, "It's better that way."

"I got everything I wanted before, but lost the friends I swore to be with?" Zhang Daozhi frowned.

"Yuzhe, do you think I will treat you unfairly?"

"No," Song Yuzhe shook his head. He hadn't drunk for a long time and was already a little dizzy. "Nothing."

"Then what?" Zhang Daozhi was about to continue asking when he saw the driver outside hurried in. "Deputy Nim, Director Jiang called."

(End of this chapter)