Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 693 Respect for the Times

Zhao Taixie looked sad when he heard the news, "Useless boy"

"Why."

He stood by his desk, his hands on the table, his head bowed weakly, "Why do I have to embark on a long journey?"

This is the first time that Zhao Taixie loses control of his emotions in front of Han Zhixian, "What do you want me to do?"

Zhao Taixie buried his head for a long time. He sniffed before speaking again, "Zhenyu, don't look back on the road of smuggling. Go all the way towards the light, towards the light."

He gradually knelt on the ground, buried his head in his arms, and was so heartbroken that he couldn't speak.

Han Zhixian was not sure whether these were crocodile tears or true compassion in the hearts of cold-blooded politicians.

She stood there silently for a long time, waiting until Zhao Taixie calmed down a little before she quietly handed him a tissue.

Zhao Taixie wiped his tears and said, "Go and take Zhenyu home and give him a ride."

Han Ji-hyun wanted to speak up to persuade them, but doing so would undoubtedly bring the suspicion of the crime that Kim Jin-woo committed suicide to clear Cho Tae-seop back onto Cho Tae-seop.

But thinking of Zhao Taixie's mood, she was still prepared to do it.

"Ji-hyun." Zhao Taixie called her, and rarely called her Director Han. He looked a little reluctant, but in the end, rationality prevailed over emotion. "Just as a friend."

"Yes, Senator."

Han Zhixian, who was wavering in his heart, sighed in his heart, bowed slightly and walked out.

"What is this?" Jin Xiya looked at the envelope blankly.

"." Director Park hesitated for a moment and said softly, "It is said that it is something left by Master Shengjun."

Jin Xiya frowned, and before she opened the envelope
"What's in there?" Jin Yongjun walked in from the other side, yawning.

Seeing Jin Yongjun yawning even though his brother was dead, Jin Xiya suddenly became furious, "Jin Yongjun!"

"?" Jin Yongjun blinked hard with sleepy eyes. He glanced at Jin Xiya, "Why are you shouting? I just want to ask you what's in there."

"I was the one who kept this letter for Sheng Jun, but I can't even know what's inside? It seems like I've been a good person in vain."

Jin Yongjun sneered, "Forget it, forget it, you can do whatever you want with the things inside, but..."

Jin Yongjun turned around and looked at Jin Xiya for a while, then said grimly, "Will he leave all his inheritance to you?"

Jin Xiya's eyes sparked with fire. Just as she took a step forward to lose her temper, Jin Yongjun suddenly turned his head away and said, "His son is already four years old. He definitely won't give it to you."

As Jin Yongjun walked away, the corners of his mouth slowly rose.

The next morning, in the restroom on the second floor of the Kinmen Group building, Ding Qing washed his hands slowly, humming a song, "To me... it's as peaceful as the river water."

He turned off the faucet, wiped his hands with a disposable tissue, and threw the tissue down, "Perfume."

The accompanying secretary was not surprised at all, but still hurriedly handed over the perfume. Ding Qing sprayed it into the air a few times casually, holding the air in front of him, waiting for the perfume to fall on him. He grinned and said, "Great!"

"The president is very sensitive to the smell of blood," he glanced at the brand of perfume, "this thing is really the best at removing the smell of blood."

He casually threw the perfume back into the air. The secretary was obviously used to his style and took the perfume back safely.

Ding Qing fixed his hair and turned back before leaving the bathroom, "But...people these days are too confused about right and wrong."

He looked down at the middle-aged man who was lying on the ground with his back leaning against the sink.

"Hey"

The middle-aged man still kept his head down lifelessly.

"Hey!" Ding Qing shouted loudly, and the middle-aged man raised his head in shock, revealing his bruised and swollen face.

The middle-aged man squirmed on the ground twice, trying his best to stay away from Ding Qing, but the sink behind him made it impossible for him to hide.

Ding Qing squatted down and asked, "Who pays you?"

He asked himself and answered, "The president paid for it, but you, a bastard, actually wanted to report to the prosecutors, saying that there was a tax problem, and you also wanted to win me over?"

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's hair. "Is it the prosecutor's office that pays you?"

Seeing the half-dead appearance of the middle-aged man, Ding Qing pushed him away in disgust and opened his hand to look at his palm.

"You bastard. You're trying to drag me down with you." Ding Qing clapped his hands casually and glanced at the secretary behind him in the mirror. "Get rid of him."

The secretary lowered his head as if nothing had happened and said, "Yes."

Ding Qing walked out of the bathroom in a nonchalant manner, and Li Zicheng was waiting for him outside.

"Brother! When did you come?" Ding Qing enthusiastically wanted to step forward and put his arm around his shoulder, but Li Zicheng dodged him with disgust.

"Ai Yixi, you kid." Ding Qing complained in a dirty way, but he smiled as he watched Li Zicheng pick up the unusable yellow conical bucket at the door.

"Stop looking," Li Zicheng turned and walked away, "The meeting is about to start, do you want to act like a big shot?"

"What are you talking about!" Ding Qing laughed and quickly chased after him.

After turning left and right, they finally arrived at the meeting room they were going to use. The security guard at the door opened the door for Ding Qing and Li Zicheng and let them in.

In the conference room, important figures of the Kinmen Group gathered together. Choi Doo-il, Yong Dae, Seo Jong-ryul, An Sang-gu, Cho Byung-doo, and Song Rina were indeed important figures, but they were important figures in a dark sense. Even An Sang-gu, who was sent to the United States to be responsible for Kinmen’s security, was called back.

In addition to them, several gang leaders who were attending the meeting for the first time were also present, but their seats were further back.

"Ai Yigu." Ding Qing walked in the conference room, smiling and sighing, "Why do you all look so lifeless? This is not a funeral."

Ding Qing sat down on the first seat on the left and crossed his legs. "Everyone knows how rare it is to have this opportunity for everyone to gather together."

"So you should smile, so that it will make sense for the president to gather everyone together," Ding Qing glanced at the chief seat in the middle, "then the president will be happier to see you. If you keep your distance, the atmosphere will become bad."

"Dou Ri?" Ding Qing called out to Cui Dou Ri who was sitting opposite him.

Cui Douri knew Ding Qing's character very well, and he also understood that this was to warm up the atmosphere in advance, so as to avoid the gap between them appearing too deep in the meeting later. "I know, brother Ding Qing," Cui Douri grinned.

"Representative Ding, why did the president call all of us here?" Ding Qing did not know the person who spoke, so he must have joined the Kinmen Group later.

"Look," Ding Qing looked at Cui Dou Ri, smiled and pointed at the man, "the person who made the scene cold has come out."

He shook his head and didn't say much to those who ruined the atmosphere, knowing that these people might not have seen Li You many times.

What's more, Jang Do-sik from Busan has been missing for several years because he was involved in drug business behind Lee Woo's back. It's natural for these gang leaders to be uneasy because they are more or less involved in that business. Ding Qing yawned and said, "The president will be here soon. You just need to listen to the president's explanation. You just need to be careful."

"Please don't shake your legs," Ding Qing suddenly changed the subject and pointed at a person who was shaking. Seeing that he was startled, Ding Qing grinned and said jokingly, "Shaking your legs will make your fortune go away."

Before he could finish what to pay attention to, the security guard at the door opened the door and said, "The president is here."

Everyone present stood up and looked at Li You, who was wearing a white suit, as he walked in.

"Long time no see," Li You nodded to them and sat on the main seat with his back facing the floor-to-ceiling windows.

After waiting for everyone to sit down, Li You looked at everyone with a smile and noticed Ding Qing's hand.

He raised his chin towards Ding Qing, "What's wrong with your hand?"

"Ai Yigu." Ding Qing turned his wrist and looked at his metacarpophalangeal joint, where there was a slight abrasion.

"It still didn't catch our president's eye," Ding Qing said with a grin, "There was a reckless guy who wanted to make trouble for our tax affairs. He injured his hand, but it's been cleaned up now."

Li You was speechless, "He hit your fist with his face?"

Choi Doo-il, who was sitting opposite him, burst out laughing. After he finished laughing, he coughed and said, "Actually, I usually don't laugh, but I just couldn't help it..."

The old men who had followed Li You for ten years all laughed, and the leaders who had just joined the Kinmen Group a few years ago also laughed along, and the meeting room suddenly became full of joy.

Ding Qing raised his eyebrows at Li You, and Li You gave him a look in return.

After the laughter faded, the tension in the meeting room was less intense, and Li Youcai said, "I'm sure everyone is curious about why I called everyone here."

“I want to give you a helping hand and help you all reach a higher level.”

Li You crossed his arms and said, "It's time for our secret organization, which is no longer considered a secret organization, to expand its scale once again."

“Except for Sang-gu and Jong-yeol who are based in the United States and Vietnam, you are all scattered all over the Korean Peninsula. Now is the time.”

"Government officials, mayors, city councils, prosecutors, courts, media, and even the military in every place."

Li You grinned and said, "Everyone go ahead and do it. Go and win them over, bribe them, and control them."

“Put the power in our hands.”

"President," Cui Dou Ri thought, and he looked at everyone present, "But most of us are just gang leaders after all. Those local officials and people in the local judicial system will not sincerely cooperate with us."

"Is that so?" Li You fished in his pocket and took out a coin. He flicked the coin into the air and it landed right in the cup in front of Choi Do-il. "There is no Kinmen Group on the Korean Peninsula now. There is nothing I can't do."

"Even if you want to go into politics now, I can spend money to get you into Congress in a few years."

Cui Douri coughed and said, "Forget it then."

He is very satisfied with his current life and doesn't want to play any political intrigue.

"From today on, I will lift the restrictions on you," Li You casually crossed his legs and put his hands on his knees, "kidnapping, extortion, all kinds of messy businesses, street fights, these things don't matter, as long as you can do what I ask, tie these local officials and the judiciary to our chariot, you can get as much money as you want, and do as much business as you want."

"But be careful," Li You snapped his fingers, "I need officials and prosecutors who are willing to maintain a long-term alliance with you. They are not the kind of people who dare to betray you after cooperating once. Those who are willing to form a long-term alliance are friends of the Kinmen Group, but we must also have the corresponding handles."

The time has come. Kinmen no longer needs to be timid because of political and military threats.

"I only have this one request. If you can't do it..." Li You looked around at them, "I'm afraid there will be no place for you here in the future."

Li You looked at everyone who had quieted down, reached out to pick up the goblet, and gently shook the goblet. The red liquid inside was swaying.

"Everyone," Li You said with a smile, "I think you should have thought it through. If you have any questions, please speak up."

Most of the people in the conference room looked at each other, feeling somewhat unsure, not knowing what the significance of Li You's actions was.

"President, we understand what you said." Someone finally spoke up, "But we still have some small questions to ask you about dealing with local officials and the like. If they have a strong sense of justice, what should they do?"

"They have no say over this land," Li You laughed. "Standing up with a tiny sense of justice? On the Korean Peninsula, that only exists in movies and TV shows."

"You can never shake my name with this petty sense of justice."

After Kim Sung-jun's death, not only did people from the Tianxia Group come to submit their allegiance to Lee You, but countless people outside Seoul who were involved with the Tianxia Group were also waiting to switch sides.

"You are all gangsters who have climbed up from the bottom. I give you this opportunity to gain power that you have never had before, and I want to build my own perfect group."

“It is because we want different things that we can be allies.”

alliance?

Everyone present knew very well that the alliance was just a cover.

In fact, they have long been part of the Kinmen Group, but on the surface they are still allies who have submitted a letter of alliance and listen to the orders of the Kinmen Group.

But what is the real situation?
The general trend is on Li You and the Kinmen Group, and they must agree to this "alliance".

From the day they submitted the letter of alliance, it meant that their gang organization recognized the Kinmen Group as its boss, and they had to submit to Li You.

As long as what Li You said today is accomplished, Li You and the Kinmen Group will no longer have anything to fear.

"Now, we have everything in our hands. The era that truly belongs to Kinmen is about to come."

Li You raised the cup, the red liquid in the cup was particularly dazzling in the sunlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling window behind him.

The others also raised their wine glasses on the table. The red wine had been poured for half an hour and had just reached its best taste.

"Respect the times."

(End of this chapter)