The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 7 Double Tar

No. 7, Samseong-gil, Cheongdam-dong, Gangnam-gu, next to a high-end apartment building.

"What is this?" Choi Sulli sat in the car and watched Bae Yongjun take a courier envelope and a handbag from the trunk.

"Court summons for Choi Jong-Bum, postage paid." He placed the envelope on the dashboard and turned to rummage through the storage box in the middle of the driver's seat.

Choi Jong-bum used to work as a hairstylist in a beauty salon in Cheongdam-dong and lived in an apartment here at the time.

But after he started dating Goo Hara, he gradually stopped working as a hairstylist and spent more and more time at Goo Hara's house.

However, after the two had a conflict, neither Choi Jong-bum nor Goo Hara knew where he had gone after leaving Goo Hara's house, so Bae Young-joon came here to take a look.

However, the security here is tight and it is difficult to sneak in.

"Subpoena?" Choi Sulli was stunned. "Really? How did you get it?"

"It's true." Pei Yongjun pulled out a black handheld device that looked like an old mobile phone and began to operate it. "I hope the security guard isn't as clever as you."

"Mo?" Choi Sulli was still in a daze when the device was handed to her. The screen showed Choi Jong-Bum's name and the address of the apartment building next to the car. "What?"

"Enter Choi Jong-Bum's phone number."

"You..." Choi Sulli finally realized that Bae Yongjun was forging the delivery receipt. She quickly took out her phone and entered Choi Jong-bum's phone number. "Here."

Pei Yongjun took it and pressed it twice. A piece of paper came out from the back of the instrument with a hissing sound. The CJ Korea Express logo was clearly printed on it.

He tore it off, took a quick look at it, and then stuck it on the express envelope.

Then he pulled two blue shirts from his handbag, placed them on his knees, and began to unbutton his shirt.

As soon as he touched the button, Pei Yongjun noticed something. He turned his head and saw Choi Sulli staring at him intently, her eyes full of curiosity and anticipation.

"Hmm?" Choi Sulli blinked her big eyes.

"Here," Pei Yongjun picked up the large courier envelope and placed it in her hand, then raised it to cover her face. "Sorry."

"Ah? Oh, yes, I'm sorry." Choi Sulli came to her senses while holding the envelope, and her snow-white earlobes turned slightly red.

Pei Yongjun's actions just now opened her eyes, but she didn't realize in time that he wanted to change clothes.

"What are you changing into? The deliveryman's clothes?"

"Yes." Pei Yongjun responded.

There was silence in the carriage for a moment, and Pei Yongjun changed his clothes silently.

The rustling sound of clothes grew in the carriage. Choi Sulli held the express envelope and listened to the sound beside her ears. She inexplicably felt the back of her hand getting hot.

She shook her head, coughed, and spoke to dispel the subtle strange feeling in her heart, "Then, then, could the people who usually deliver packages to me be disguised as paparazzi?"

"maybe."

"What should I do?"

"You can ask me to send it, then you don't have to worry."

"why?"

"Then it must be the paparazzi."

Cui Xueli burst out laughing, "Ah, you really are."

"Try to use Korea Post from now on," Bae Yong-jun's voice became serious. "The Postal Franchise Act stipulates that it is illegal to pretend to be a Korea Post employee."

"But for a company like Korea Express, it doesn't matter. At most, they'll just have to pay compensation."

"Okay, okay." Choi Sulli nodded. Words like legal and illegal made most of the beauty in her heart disappear and she returned to the cold reality.

"Okay, give it to me." Pei Yongjun took the envelope from her hand. He had changed into a blue courier uniform, and with the courier envelope in his hand, he looked presentable.

"You wait here, I'll go take a look." He pushed the door and was about to get out of the car.

"Okay." Choi Sulli became nervous again and watched Pei Yongjun walk towards the apartment door.

————"Brother, brother?" Pei Yongjun knocked on the door of the security room with a smile, "Brother?"

"Hmm?" The security guard who was concentrating on watching the beautiful woman's live broadcast turned around, glanced at Pei Yongjun's clothes, and pointed across impatiently, "The mailbox is across the way."

"Brother, it's cash on delivery." Pei Yongjun still smiled.

"You called me to ask me why?"

"I called several times, but no one answered."

"Xiba," the security guard came over impatiently, "Who is this bastard? He doesn't even know how to answer the phone. Let me see!"

"Brother," Pei Yongjun held the envelope tightly, "This is a court summons. You must sign for it in person."

"Subpoena?" The security guard was stunned by the words. "Whose is it?"

"A man named Choi Jong-Bum, he lives here, right?"

"Choi Jong-Bum?" The security guard's eyes widened. "This bastard again?"

"Manager, manager!" He stood up and walked towards the inner room of the security office, shouting as he walked, "Someone's here to ask Choi Jong-bum for a debt again!"

Pei Yongjun's pupils shrank slightly.

Debt collection?

"What? Again? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Panicked footsteps could be heard from the inner room, and someone shouted, "President Li, please tell the brothers to go easy on him!"

"Don't hurt the relationship anymore," a short, fat man jumped out, his clothes disheveled, and he looked like he had just climbed out of bed. "That bastard Choi Jong-Bum left last month and hasn't come back since. He..."

He looked around in panic, and finally his eyes fixed on Pei Yongjun, who was wearing a blue courier uniform at the door.

"Are you from Ruinan Investment?" The fat manager looked at Pei Yongjun with a hesitant expression.

"No, agent nim, I'm from CJ Korea Express." Bae Yongjun smiled and raised the express envelope in his hand.

"Courier?" He looked at the security guard following behind him, "Are you talking about him?"

"Yes, he said he was here to serve a subpoena and was looking for that Choi Jong-Bum."

"Shit, you scared me!" The fat manager was still in shock and got angry. "Did the courier really wake me up? I thought it was Li's gang coming to collect the debt again."

"Agent, just because you said you were looking for Choi Jong-Bum again, I'll just..."

"I'm telling you, you don't know how to use your brain! You just play with your phone here!" The fat manager was a little angry and kicked the security guard on the thigh, making him stagger.

"Hey whore," he looked at Pei Yongjun, "If you can find him, look for him. If you can't find him, leave now! Choi Jong-Bum doesn't live here anymore!"

"Don't disturb my sleep!" After he said that, he turned and walked into the house, kicked the security guard on the way, and disappeared through the door.

The security guard rubbed his thigh, glanced into the room with an indignant look on his face, sat back at the table and picked up his phone again.

"Brother, what was he talking about President Li just now?" A voice suddenly sounded beside him.

He looked up and saw Pei Yongjun's smiling face.

"Didn't you hear? Get out of here! What are you asking?" The security guard was furious.

"Do you want to smoke?" Pei Yongjun looked at the ashtray on the table full of cigarette butts, smiling unchanged, took out a box of cigarettes and put it on the table.

Baoheng Mojito, white cigarette box, double tar, taking a puff is like taking a gulp of strong liquor, just what he likes.

"Why are you asking this? It's hard to tell you this, otherwise..." The security guard's expression relaxed a little, picked up the cigarette box, but suddenly froze.

Under the cigarette box was a fifty-thousand-won note.

"What else?" Pei Yongjun pressed the fifty thousand won note with his fingertips and pushed it in front of the security guard. "I heard it from that fat pig, didn't I?"

"Hmm?" His smile seemed to have magic.

The security guard swallowed, his heart pounding.

(End of this chapter)