Heo Gunpil Center - Chapter 121



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Episode 121. The Beginning of Autumn: Salty and Sassy (6)

“So, you’re saying you can’t tell me where you’re headed?”

Pi Joo-hee asked Baek Jin-cheol’s fellow detectives at Jongno Police Station.

“Yes. Since it’s the scene of an incident, I can’t tell you anything for security reasons.”

“I see. I understand.”

Pi Ju-hee nodded, bowed, and left.

“Hoooo… … .”

“……ha.”

Only after he leaves do his fellow detectives sigh.

“Class president and Yongyong, is that okay?”

“It has to be okay. I can’t even follow you because I’m afraid the chief will notice.”

“Did you forget the message from the captain? If I don’t hear from you by tomorrow, I’ll be on my way out right away.”

I’m a little worried about sending just the two of them to the base of that vicious Twin Dragons faction.

Accordingly, the fellow detectives gave up their work and waited for Jincheol to contact them.

“By the way, he’s really handsome. I bet he’s popular at school.”

“Hey, isn’t that the kind of award that would only be popular at school? My girlfriend seems more handsome than the idols she’s obsessed with.”

“Oh… Oh, oh. He’s coming back?”

They were watching Pi Ju-hee’s back as he walked away from the west, but for some reason he joined the group and returned to the detectives.

“Could you please give me your contact information?”

“Contact number? Captain?”

“no.”

What Pi Ju-hee asked for was contact information.

“Detectives, please give me your contact information.”

* * *

“Reporter Chang, isn’t it about time for a scoop? … Ugh, euaaaah!”

HBS building, 9th floor, Social Affairs Department press room.

The senior who visited his junior’s seat screamed as if he had seen a ghost.

“Tea, reporter Chang! What the hell is that?!”

“… … You’re here, senior.”

“What the hell is that!”

The reason was simple. Because my junior’s appearance was miserable!

Dandruff grew on his head and he had a sticky head, dark circles under his eyes and under his neck. Energy drinks and coffee piled up on his desk. His hands were shaking from caffeine addiction.

“There’s no scoop… … .”

Her name is Chang Se-young. She was a reporter working in the social affairs department of the HBS News Department.

She broke the scoop that would remain in the history of HBS reporting for a long time, and received the director’s favor. From then on, she devoted herself to scoops.

“When was the last time you got off work?!”

“Leaving work…? What does leaving work mean…?”

Chang Se-young’s senior sighed.

I felt this way when I first joined the company, but my junior is crazy. Not just crazy, but crazy about scoops!

If he breaks the news about Saenara Garden – which he failed to do because he couldn’t infiltrate the cult like she did – he will appear on various current affairs programs as well as the news and establish himself as a star reporter.

I’ll spend a year going around to various broadcasting stations and telling stories, then spend the next year writing a book and making it a bestseller. Then I’ll spend the rest of my life giving lectures at various universities.

My junior didn’t have that. Despite the director’s pleas, she refused to appear on the company’s broadcast and went back to chasing scoops.

“Scoop… Special scoop… … .”

What was strange was that she, who had been traveling all over the country as if she was going to defect to North Korea, and whose face it was difficult to see, was now anxiously watching her phone screen after Saenara Garden.

“Hey, did you meet a crazy guy like you in Saenara Garden? Do you want to partner with me so that he can give you a scoop? Why are you on your phone all day?”

“… … Senior, how about quitting your job right now and becoming a god?”

Chang Se-young, who was glancing at his phone, stared at his senior and said.

“What are you talking about again? Anyway, take care of your health. I was going to get some rice cakes from my junior, but I can’t even accept this.”

Her senior said, throwing a couple of red ginseng packs into his pocket.

Chang Se-young, who put the red ginseng in his mouth as soon as he received it, muttered while refreshing the scroll of messages on his phone.

“Scoop… You said you’d give me a scoop… … .”

What she’s currently refreshing is the message window with the person she saved as ‘scoop’.

The details so far were as follows.

Hello, Mr. Geonpil~!

There’s nothing else, I just wanted to contact you to ask when I can get the scoop you mentioned^^

[Scoop] Not yet

Hello, Mr. Geonpil!

When can I get the scoop?^^

[Scoop] Not yet

When can I get the scoop from Mr. Geonpil^^

[Scoop] Not yet

When will I get the scoop?

[Scoop] Not yet

When is the scoop?

[Scoop] Not yet

Scoop?

[Scoop] Not yet

Huh?

[Scoop] Okay

Even this last conversation was a week ago.

“Haaah, well. There’s no way a scoop like Saenara Garden would break out periodically. I’m an idiot for trusting this guy… … .”

Tiring.

Suddenly, a new message arrived on her phone.

It wasn’t a message from someone who was saved as a ‘scoop’.

[Special Scoop]

It was just a message from his subordinate.

└ Aim

Gyeongsangnam-do Yangsan-si Eosan-dong 309 Dassi 17

If you dig it up, your head will fill up too

The message contained a photo attached.

In a photo taken at a critical moment, a group of gangsters, seemingly organized, are chasing him.

In his hands he held various extension cords and a gun.

With a gun.

“Senior, my dear, my dear, my dear, my dear!”

She jumped up from her seat and started to announce the social affairs department’s announcement.

* * *

Near the factory, where sirens and walkie-talkies blare loudly.

The scientific investigation team, the narcotics investigation team, detectives from Jongno Police Station, the Gwangsu Unit, and local police officers gathered in a crowded atmosphere, and the criminals who had lost their will to fight were transported in handcuffs.

“I am now standing in front of an abandoned factory in Eosan-dong, Yangsan-si… … .”

The reporter took pictures of them and interviewed them.

“Class president… … Mr. Ha. What the heck is this… … .”

Baek Jin-cheol’s fellow detectives gathered together and sweared.

As they watched Yong In-yong being taken away in an ambulance in handcuffs, they were overcome with indescribable emotions.

“I thought I was dead and helpless.”

“Class president?”

Jincheol opened his mouth.

“I have to live. I have to live to see my wife, my daughter, and you all again. Even though I promised myself that, I actually thought it was as good as dead.”

“… … .”

“I did that… and I survived.”

He stood with his fellow detectives’ shoulders supported. He stood with his feet on the ground.

“So I’m just going to think about that for now.”

Because that is the courtesy given to the living who owe the life of the dead.

“… … ?”

Suddenly Baek Jin-cheol realized that something was stuck to his back. He turned his head and saw that the amulet, with only one line, was stuck there as if trying to divert his gaze.

“… … ?!”

Baek Jin-cheol found the faces he had been searching for at the end of the path where the talisman was attached.

The center members of Heo Geon-pil Center.

They were hiding between the ridges of the mountains, above the factory!

“When did you disappear?! Why did you disappear?!”

Jincheol hurried up the hill and shouted while hiding behind them.

“Well then, what if I stay there and only get investigated?”

“It’s all already captured on the CCTV installed near the entrance! I’ll try to solve it in the most unrelated way possible…!”

Gunpil waved his hand.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. We have someone on our side who specializes in erasing that kind of stuff.”

* * *

Park Seung-ri shouted, waving his fingers dazzlingly.

“Eww! I need to get extra pay for this!!”

* * *

“No matter what, in the process of investigating the members of the Ssangryongpa organization…!”

“They mention me?”

Are you afraid you can’t mention it?

Geonpil snorted.

Unfortunately, Jincheol couldn’t refute. He sighed deeply and frowned.

… … Actually, there was something else I had to say.

“……Thank you.”

“ok?”

Gunpil and the three employees all opened their eyes wide as if they had not expected it.

It was only a short time, but they thought that the Jincheol they saw was not the kind of person who would say such strange things.

“Thanks to you, I survived. I was able to let the dead Manager Cho rest in peace.”

“… … .”

“The first thing I ignored, the last thing I didn’t believe.”

Jincheol held out his hand.

“I’m sorry for everything, even calling you a swindler.”

Geonpil shook hands with him.

“I’m not sorry, but I’m sorry, Salty.”

Although the apology from Geonpil seems a bit odd, anyway.

“So, so you guys… … .”

Baek Jin-cheol frowned and struggled to come up with something to say. He sweated profusely before finally being able to utter a single word.

“What… like, you were exposed to radiation or… or were you given a booster drug or something… like a hero?”

“… … .”

“… … .”

“… … .”

A cold silence fell among the staff.

“Is this guy a bit like Minsu?”

Heo Geon-pil said.

That makes sense. Jang Mi-mi and Pi Ju-hee nodded slightly.

Baek Jin-cheol couldn’t interpret what it meant, but he knew at least that it wasn’t a compliment.

“Then what do you mean? Chosen by heaven, something like that?!”

“no.”

Kim Min-soo, who had been standing silently, said while rubbing the back of his neck.

“we are…….”

In the past, he also had thoughts similar to Jincheol’s.

I wondered, did heaven make me do this? Was I chosen by God?

“They are people who just happened to end up like this.”

But that was a completely useless worry.

Every moment was his choice, and every cause and effect resulted from his judgment.

“That’s the kind of wizard he is.”

“That’s right! Not a shaman or a hero! Just something like that…!”

Wizard!

The three employees looked at each other and smiled. It was a gentle smile.

“Okay. So I have to get the money.”

A mess.

A smile that would have lasted longer if Gunpil hadn’t broken it.

“Minsu, terminal.”

Jincheol nodded.

In fact, we should have quickly returned to the scene of the incident and resolved the situation, but it was right to take some time for them.

“So then… what kind of allowance do I have to add?!”

But Baek Jin-cheol should have run away at this moment using any excuse.

As soon as Kim Min-soo handed over the terminal, Heo Geon-pil’s fingers moved quickly.

“Night shift allowance!”

Rosemi raised her arms and shouted.

“And hazard pay.”

Pi Ju-hee raised her hand slightly and said.

“… … of, of… … .”

“What did Minsu say?”

“… … Medical benefits… … .”

Wheeing.

A small bill was printed on the terminal with the commission fee added according to the staff’s opinion (…).

-Heo Geon-pil Center-

Client: Baek Jin-cheol

Inspiration Bank 9999―29―444 Heo Geonpil

* * *

Final billing of commission fee

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“… … .”

Baek Jin-cheol, who had been looking at the bill, sat down with a thud. His hands were shaking. He stammered and shouted.

“Are you kidding me right now?!”

This amount was more than his combined retirement pay.

Of course. This is, this is!

It was an amount that he could barely repay if he added up the pension he would receive until he died!

“Okay, okay. Isn’t that a lot?”

Heo Geon-pil bent down and placed his hand on Baek Jin-cheol’s shoulder, smiling as if trying to calm him down.

“It’s not that much…!”

“We are also at a loss this time because we are using external personnel.”

however.

He lifted his finger and snatched the bill away.

“I’ll lower the price of this to 100,000 won.”

“… … Is it true?”

“Then, then. Instead.”

Geonpil smiled again at Jincheol, who asked half-heartedly. Looking at it like this, it really couldn’t be a smile that didn’t seem like a good person.

“I hope you can help us with our work in the future.”

Can you do it?

“… … .”

So this was… … the moment when the police were added to Heo Geon-pil’s fishing grounds where journalists and businessmen were swimming.