The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 37 It's Your Turn to Answer
"Get her out now! She's crying so hard!" Zhao Dongxu waved his hands impatiently. Park Zhiche stepped forward and grabbed her arm, but a quiet voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"enough."

He turned around and saw Pei Yongjun sitting across the table.

"Park Ji-cheol, have you had enough of this?" he continued.

"Making a fuss?" Park Ji-cheol had a playful smile on his face. "Can't stand it anymore? Are you a hero saving the damsel in distress?"

He felt extremely happy.

Yay! Bae Yong-jun! Let's just have some fun and see who has the last laugh.

"You don't even know how to answer the editor-in-chief's questions. Do you also want to discipline an intern who doesn't know the rules?" He asked condescendingly.

"I don't know the answer?" Pei Yongjun said calmly, "Then can you answer a question for me?"

"Mo?" Park Ji-cheol was stunned.

"What did you ask her in the tea room the night before last?"

Pei Yongjun sat alone at the table, looking at the thick bangs standing alone in the middle of the conference room.

She suddenly raised her head and looked at Pei Yongjun across the table.

His heroic brows were furrowed, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword.

"you……"

"That morning, I asked her to go to Goo Hara's hospital room to help with the injury assessment. That afternoon, what did you ask?"

"Park Ji-cheol," Bae Yong-jun stood up, his figure straight and handsome, "Answer me."

"Bae Yongjun, what are you talking about?!"

"Nonsense? Do you think no one saw it? Or do you think the surveillance cameras in the hallway are just for show?"

"You!" Park Ji-cheol's pupils suddenly shrank and his expression changed drastically.

Pei Yongjun looked at him.

That night when he returned from the police station, he saw Thick Liu Hai crying secretly in the tea room and immediately sensed danger.

After returning to the office, he called Jin Zhicheng, made some inquiries, and then found the property management. Under the pretext of losing something, he retrieved the surveillance footage in the corridor and found that it was Park Zhiche who brought her to the tea room.

The two of them were in there for a long time before Park Ji-cheol came out angrily and with a gloomy face.

Hou Liuhai stayed alone in the corner, squatting and crying for a long time until he met me.

And what Park Ji-cheol was asking was self-evident.

Everyone looked at Park Ji-cheol, even Lin Bingxian, who had been silent, stared at him. Park Ji-cheol became panicked, "You! Why are you saying all this? What nonsense!"

"Can't I teach the intern a lesson in the tea room?!"

He forced himself to remain calm.

"Zhi Che, what exactly did you ask?" Lin Bingxian was not so easily fooled, "Tell me!"

"Aren't we strictly forbidden to steal news from each other in this company? You've been working here for so many years, and you don't understand this!" He frowned, his tone very angry, "Nonsense! Stupid!"

People in the company cannot steal news, at least not openly. This is the unspoken rule of the news industry and the foundation for the unity of all newspapers.

"Boss, I really didn't! I..." Park Ji-cheol, sweating profusely, tried to defend himself. "Even if I really wanted to steal the news, I would at least go find Goo Hara. How could I do nothing?"

"President! Please believe me, I'm just teaching her a lesson!"

Lin Bingxian frowned even more tightly and began to ponder.

Zhao Dongxu glared at Park Zhiche and quickly said, "President, what he said makes sense. I think we should investigate first..."

"Editor-in-Chief, there's no need to check," Pei Yongjun interrupted him. "He did ask about our group's news, but he didn't find out anything."

"Because she didn't say it." He looked at the lone figure in the middle of the conference room.

Contrary to his original expectation, the thick bangs did not tell Park Ji-cheol anything.

The surveillance video clearly showed that Park Ji-cheol's expression when he left was definitely not the joy of hearing the news. Hou Liuhai cried there for a long time, and being humiliated by Park Ji-cheol today is also proof of this.

More importantly, all Thick Bangs knew about was Goo Hara's injuries and whereabouts, and had no idea about Choi Jong-Bum.

Therefore, she was not the one who leaked the secret. Instead, she kept the secret under Park Ji-cheol's threats and questioning.

Pei Yongjun looked at her little face which was covered with tears, and remembered her crying secretly in the corner that night, and his heart moved.

"Didn't say? Then..." Lin Bingxian couldn't help but ask.

"She didn't say anything, so Park Ji-cheol went to the copy room again," Bae Yong-jun looked at Lim Byung-hun, "President, did you know that the shredder in the copy room has been tampered with? Even if they wanted to shred the draft, it wouldn't be completely shredded enough to make out the information."

Yoo Sung-soo was very careful and basically operated everything on his computer. He just roughly printed out a few titles, checked the format, and then destroyed them immediately. However, Park Ji-cheol still found out some information about Choi Jong-bum and domestic violence.

Lin Bingxian stood up suddenly, "Zhi Che, you..."

"President, President, I really don't know, seriously! I just went to the printing room to check, and there was nothing..."

"Just looking?" Pei Yongjun interrupted him, "Then where did you go after that?"

"Park Ji-cheol, answer me."

His eyes were blazing, and his dark pupils reflected a deep light. "Where did you go after you left the copy room that afternoon?"

"I..." Park Zhiche's expression froze for a moment, and then he became panicked, "You..."

"At the entrance of the D Company building in Hedong, cross the street to the east, and there is a cafe at the intersection. Who did you meet there?" Pei Yongjun took a step forward.

Lin Bingxian seemed to realize something and looked at Park Ji-cheol in disbelief.

"How should I know! I haven't been there!" Park Zhiche looked around in panic, his voice getting louder and louder, as if he was denying reality, and his right hand began to tremble uncontrollably, "Who knows what you are talking about!"

"Do you want me to remind you that you go in first at 7:19 pm?" Pei Yongjun continued in a calm voice, like a slowly tightening noose.

Park Ji-cheol's face became more and more ugly, beads of sweat the size of beans covered his forehead, and he fell to the carpet trembling.

"Wearing a brown hat and ordering an iced Americano."

"And then at seven thirty-three..."

"You're talking nonsense!" Park Ji-cheol suddenly grabbed the coffee pot on the table next to him and threw it at Pei Yongjun with a ferocious look on his face, "Shut up!"

There was an exclamation in the conference room.

Pei Yongjun stretched out his arms, took the coffee pot, and swung it in the air.

The coffee drew a clever circle in the pot without leaking out at all, and then was thrown back. With a thud, it hit Park Ji-cheol's chest, and the scalding coffee poured all over him.

"Ah!" He screamed miserably and rolled to the ground.

"Security! Call them!" Lin Bingxian looked at Park Zhiche, who was rolling and screaming on the ground, his face ashen, and shouted, then looked at Pei Yongjun, "Yongjun, keep talking!"

"Then what happened?"

"Then there's Lee Hae-chan, the editor-in-chief of D Agency's entertainment news department."

"I went into the same coffee shop at 7:33 and came out 7 minutes and 19 seconds later."

Pei Yongjun tells the truth.

There was an uproar.

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