Chapter 555 It’s really not much
“Squeak.”
An ordinary tavern that I visit occasionally.
Che Changmin leaned on crutches and pushed the door open.
As a man, he is incredibly self-disciplined. He doesn't like women, gambling, or money. He even drinks only a handful of times.
He devoted almost all his time and energy to defending the majesty of the judiciary, but in the end, what he received was an indifferent punishment.
"Prosecutor Che."
Because he had been here several times before, the tavern owner hurriedly welcomed him as soon as he entered the door, and he was very enthusiastic.
For ordinary people like them, the prosecutor can be said to be a big shot.
Before the boss’s attentive smile fully bloomed, he suddenly noticed Cha Changmin’s limping leg and the crutch he was leaning on.
"Prosecutor Che, what's wrong with you?"
The boss's smile was frozen, with a look of surprise on his face.
“It’s okay, I fell down.”
Che Changmin downplayed it.
The tavern owner felt that the other party's words were insincere, but naturally he did not dare to ask more questions. He nodded and brought Che Changmin to a table.
"Are you alone? Where is Zaihe?"
Zaihe.
That's the assistant's name.
Speaking of which, he brought Che Changmin to this pub when he joined the company.
At that time, I was high-spirited, full of ambition, and full of longing for the future, but now...
In Daegu.
When the ambulance crew passed by carrying the broken body that was taken out from under the car, Che Changmin quickly turned his head away despite his ambition.
"He..."
Che Changmin's lips moved. Facing the curious gaze of the tavern owner, for some reason, he didn't say any more.
"He went on a business trip."
"No wonder."
The tavern owner suddenly smiled and said in greeting: "Zaihe often told me that he admires me the most." This person is Prosecutor Cha. He also said that he will become a person like Prosecutor Cha in the future, but this is not an easy task. His temperament is still not practical enough. Prosecutor Cha, you have to send him hard. Live, young people, you have to work harder."
Che Changmin was expressionless and silent.
Seeing this, the boss couldn’t continue to get close to him, and said sarcastically: “Prosecutor Cha, what do you want to eat?”
At this time, Cha Changmin suddenly realized that he had no idea about this place at all. I’m not familiar with it. In the past, it was all arranged by the young man who died without any body parts.
"Bring a pot of soju and two dishes of whatever you want."
"Okay. Prosecutor Cha, please wait a moment."
The boss didn't dare to disturb him anymore and turned to leave.
This is a very ordinary tavern. Most of the customers are young people. The boy often says that he is too serious and that he should come to places like this more often.
The voice and smile are still before my eyes.
"We came first, why did he serve the food first?"
The young couple at the table next to him muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Prosecutor Che, I'm sorry, let me explain."
The boss accused him.
Che Changmin nodded, enjoying the privileges brought by his status with peace of mind for the first time. He picked up a disposable plastic cup and poured wine.
From the side, the owner of the tavern apologized to the young couple.
Che Changmin turned a deaf ear and took a bite of food with chopsticks from time to time, drinking and drinking by himself.
Although he doesn't drink often, he has a good drinker. In addition, the special soju here is mainly targeted at young people, so the emphasis is on taste, not strength.
“One more pot.”
The boss came over quickly, looked at Cha Changmin’s injured leg, and kindly reminded him: “Prosecutor Cha, you are injured, so you need to drink less. Would you like to order?”
Che Changmin did not show off his official power, he was as easygoing as ever, and smiled lightly, “It’s okay, have another pot.”
The tavern owner did not dare to persuade, but just went to get the wine. While I was there, I had a vague feeling that something was not quite right with the prosecutor today.
“Tsk, business is good.”
A group of people pushed the door open and entered.
They are all arrogant and arrogant, and they are not good at first sight.
"Table No. 13."
Handing Che Changmin's wine to the staff for delivery, the tavern owner smiled and quickly greeted him.
"You guys are here for dinner, please come in."
He greeted warmly, but was greeted with a strange tone of voice.
"Don't be in a hurry to eat, boss. Is it time to pay the security fee for this month?"
The tavern owner, who had a bad premonition, suddenly felt a thump in his heart.
"Security fee? Didn't you pay it at the beginning of the month?"
"Who did you pay it to?"
The leader is wearing sunglasses and wide-leg pants. asked with a sinister smile.
“Leave it to Brother Wankui.”
"Who can testify for you?"
The boss was stunned.
Not long after he opened his business, a group of people came to his door and demanded that he pay a monthly payment in the name of "security fees."
Of course he knew what this group of people was doing, but he didn't dare to resist. After all, the merchants in the whole street were the same.
The same is true in other areas, but the people who come to collect "security fees" may come from different organizations.
As ordinary people with no power, how dare they fight against these evil forces? In line with the mentality of spending money to buy peace, the tavern owner has been paying the "security fee" on time, but what happened? I knew I had to pay it at the beginning of the month, but now I have to collect it again.
"I have always given money to Brother Wankui. You should just ask him."
The boss was condescending.
This street has always been controlled by a force. Although I have never seen this group of people, it should be an organization.
"Hey! Can you fucking talk?!"
Yi Ma Zai scolded him, with a very tacky gold necklace hanging around his neck and a frivolous floral shirt, as if he was afraid that others would not know that he was a gangster.
"Brother Wan Kui had a car accident a few days ago and left. You asked us to ask him? Are you cursing our boss?"
Another Ma Zai directly pushed him. .
The tavern owner was pushed and staggered, and he was extremely shocked.
That vicious villain who would have his shop smashed up whenever someone defaulted on security fees, actually died in a car accident?
Is there really karma?
Of course it is a very happy thing for such a person to die, but looking at the group of guys in front of him who are not giving in too much, the tavern owner feels that he should not be happy.
"Guys, I didn't mean that, I really don't know."
He forced a smile, "I didn't expect Brother Wankui to have an accident. It's really a pity. , it’s just the security fee, I really paid it to him, you should have a record of it, right?”
“Remember your mother’s head!”
Ma Zai pointed at the tavern owner's nose unscrupulously and cursed: "You just want to default on the bill, right?"
The security fee is unnecessary.
Where does the repudiation come from?
The boss dared to be angry but did not dare to say anything, but still kept a smile on his face, "My store has been open for many years, and I have never owed any fees. I pay them on time every time. Otherwise... you will go back and verify? ”
“Yeah!”
The leader took off his sunglasses and seemed to have lost his patience.
"Brother Wankui is dead, and there is no evidence to prove his death. It's useless what you say. From now on, I will collect all the security fees here. Today is the first time. I came all the way, and We have talked with the owners of those shops, and they are all very cooperative. Now I ask you, will you pay this month’s security fee?” Don't dare to look directly.
The "security fee" of one million Korean won per month is a considerable expense for a shop run on a small scale like his, and he had to grit his teeth before.
I have already paid it once this month, but I have come to collect it again.
The tavern owner was really distressed.
"It's not that I don't want to pay...but can I reduce the amount?" He said cautiously and tentatively.
Now that these villains are here, they will definitely not return empty-handed. I have no ability to challenge these black forces. It would be good if I can reduce some losses.
"Reduce some? How much do you want to reduce?"
The leader asked with a smile.
The tavern owner's heart beat rapidly, and he emboldened himself, "Five hundred thousand is okay..."
Before he finished speaking, he was already kicked on him.
"Haha! It's pretty good without giving you an increase. How dare you bargain?! I don't think you want to open your shop."
Looking at the tavern owner who was kicked to the ground , Ma Zai spat on the ground, showing off his domineering attitude.
The movement here attracted the attention of customers in the tavern.
Everyone looked here curiously, only looking at the boss who fell on the ground, and then at the group of people who were definitely not kind. None of these young people in the tavern dared to act rashly.
“Smash it for me!”
The boss put on his sunglasses again and gave the order majestically, intending to use this tavern to establish his authority.
"I'll pay! I'll pay!"
Seeing that these people were going to destroy the store, the boss couldn't care less about the pain and hurriedly got up from the ground to beg for mercy.
The boss sneered, turned a deaf ear, and coaxed his subordinates to continue smashing the store.
“Stop.”
A voice sounded suddenly and inappropriately.
The horses who were excitedly planning to take action subconsciously turned their heads, and were stunned for a moment, and then laughed uncontrollably.
"Cripple, don't meddle in other people's business, or I'll break your other leg too."
"Why do you smash up other people's shops? Also, who gave you the right to collect this security fee?" "
Che Changmin was leaning on a cane. Although he looked miserable, the strange thing was that the gangsters were really shocked for a while.
The boss raised his sunglasses and felt keenly that this cripple seemed unusual. Before he could speak, he heard the tavern owner shout uneasily: "Prosecutor Che."
Prosecutor ? !
He was shocked.
Without his order, the faces of the horse boys who also heard the tavern owner’s shout changed.
Although they are arrogant, they are not stupid.
The prosecutor is not someone they can afford to offend.
The originally arrogant and almost lawless group of people suddenly restrained themselves.
"Who sent you here? Which club do you belong to?"
Che Changmin's tone was not intense, but the aura he had cultivated over a long period of time still put a lot of pressure on these gangsters.
"Haha, misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding."
This boss is very good at sizing up the situation, laughing twice without any hesitation.
"Sorry to bother you."
He made a prompt decision and quickly led his men out of the way.
A group of people came in an aggressive manner and left in a hurry.
Che Changmin leaned on crutches and took a step forward, as if he wanted to pursue him.
"Prosecutor Che, no need."
The boss stopped him.
"Why didn't you call the police?"
Che Changmin turned around.
The boss shook his head, "It didn't work. It's not that no one tried it, but the next day, the store was smashed."
Che Changmin was silent.
“We are all used to it, and we don’t have much money. Once we pay it, we can operate with peace of mind without losing money.”
This is the heartfelt words of the tavern owner, and it is also the unanimous view of the grassroots people in society. But to the ears of Cha Changmin, the prosecutor, it undoubtedly sounded like a huge mockery.
“You can tell me.”
The tavern owner smiled bitterly, “Prosecutor Cha, I know you are a good prosecutor, so I don’t want to trouble you. Your time should Use it for more important things. You can't deal with trivial matters like mine."
Che Changmin pursed his lips.
Can't handle it.
yes.
Similar things are not limited to this case or just this street?
Can he help this boss, what about others? Even if he works day and night, how many people can he help?
"Prosecutor Cha, you haven't finished your meal yet? Sorry, I disturbed your meal. You can go back and continue eating."
Che Changmin didn't say another word, maybe, I didn’t know what to say, so I returned to my seat with a cane.
Sit down.
Let go of the crutches.
Pour the wine.
Drink it all in one gulp.
Others in the tavern looked at the cripple who had scared off a gang of gangsters with strange expressions, and whispered.
Cha Changmin ignored the sights around him and drank one cup after another.
He seemed to want to get drunk, but when the second bottle of wine was finished, he became more and more sober.
This world is like this sometimes, things always go against your wishes.
The pub door was pushed open again.
"Sir, alone?"
The tavern owner, who had returned to normal, smiled warmly.
“Looking for someone.”
The young man in his twenties looked around and then walked towards Cha Changmin’s table.
The tavern owner turned around and was about to stop him when he saw Prosecutor Cha letting him sit down.
He was a little surprised, but he didn't mind his own business anymore.
"Ms. Lan's things are in cabinet No. 136 in the storage room on the west side of Building 1 of the Procuratorate. If you don't mind, these dishes can barely fill your stomach."
The young man who according to the law cannot be seen in public sat down. In the end, Che Changmin didn't react at all, almost without any surprise. After saying something, he stood up and left on crutches.
Before he could say a word, Jiang Chen let the other party pass him by without stopping him.
"Prosecutor Che, are you... leaving now?"
The tavern owner said while looking at Jiang Chen who was sitting there.
“Another glass of wine.”
After all, Cha Changmin didn’t know how to treat guests at all, “Let’s pay.”
“Prosecutor Cha, no need. ”
Che Changmin looked at the tavern owner.
The tavern owner who knew the other party’s character hurriedly said: “If it weren’t for you today, my shop would have been smashed. That group of people would definitely not dare to come back in the future. And you have done a good job for us ordinary people. So many things, just one meal, really not much.”
Looking at the boss' eyes with a flattering smile mixed with sincerity, Cha Changmin did not refuse this time.
"Thank you."
"Prosecutor Che, please walk slowly."
The boss personally sent him out the door.
The door.
Che Changmin paused for a moment and turned his back to the tavern owner.
“Don’t call me prosecutor again.”
The tavern owner was stunned.
Che Changmin, leaning on crutches, staggered and walked farther and farther away.
(End of this chapter)