Regression Reset Life of Police

8. Bangkok City

The bitter cold spell of 1997 passed, and 1998 came.

The so-called 'body-feather' incident. The president, who had sent his son to prison for committing a power scandal, was dismissed for causing the IMF crisis, and the 1997 presidential election fought hard until the end.

As President Kim, who will receive the Nobel Peace Prize in the future, was elected with more than 40 percent of the vote, the public hoped that the difficulty would improve a little.

Crowded! Crowded! Crowded!

It's only January 5th.

In front of a bank in winter when the cold weather is still raging.

It's crowded with people what's going on.

A grandmother holding a gold ring as a gift from her dead husband.

A young couple with a baby stone ring.

A child who came to play holding the hands of his mother and father with a wedding gift necklace.

Ho-ho, white breath embroidered the air, and large cameras are filming it.

What is this?

Watching TV, Park Tae-kyu laughed as if he was dumbfounded, and Jong-hyuk tried to be cool.

Did you say this is not gonna last that long, Mr. Jong-hyuk?

"No way. I'm not a prophet."

It wasn't?!

Jong-hyuk burst into laughter at Taegyu's playful remarks.

"Ha ha. I was just thinking that history repeats itself."

Well, the people of this country have not done anything for them, but the country is in a state of turmoil and they rise up...… Ouch! Hey, Kwon PB!

You're the only one who can tell dirty stories! Mr. Jong-hyuk, do you really think Korea can beat the IMF with this?

Looking around the people, Jong-hyuk smiled bitterly.

"You can't get through this right away. However, from this time on, the Korean people will be united, and the international financial sector will change its perspective."

Wow, our nation's national character is really...….

Although it was promoted extensively on TV, Kwon A-young expected no people to gather.

She applauded Jong-hyuk for predicting this situation.

Congratulations. You've become one of the top 1% of Korea's assets today.

Only 30 percent of the positions have been sorted out now.

"…What? We're still a long way off."

For a moment, Jong-hyuk barely pressed Chimmy's shout.

He became a top 1 percent asset on a low salary basis.

The word reversal of life has eroded the body.

But it's still a long way from now.

Russia declares a moratorium this year.

This position was to be invested as soon as it was sorted out.

"Keep up the good work."

Huhu. Are you saying you're still hungry?

"Ha ha."

Of course, Jong-hyuk, who had nothing to say, changed the subject.

"Kwon PB and Taegyu, if you have any gold left, just give it to them."

Well, I got it's fine. I'll think about it.

"I'm not forcing you."

Yes, thank you.

Jong-hyuk, who hung up the phone, shook his fist of joy and felt his blood cool as he saw a young couple hugging a baby and a stone ring in the freezing snow.

Do they know how their gold is used?’

Gold collection movement started in the new year of 1998.

As many as 3 million people participated, all the people of Korea hoped that the country would get better, but the country once again betrays that expectation.

"But I can't help but do it."

He also had to come here because he was a citizen who wanted the Republic of Korea to overcome the turmoil.

Fortunately, pickpockets closed their businesses on the same day.

'Criminal pups have conscience.

Jong-hyuk saw his mother, Jung Sook, rubbing her red cheeks.

She's wearing a waist belt and a pair of earplugs.

The face is the latest fashion, but there are no market merchants in clothes.

"Mom, don't you think it's better to leave your wedding ring?"

Ko Jung-sook's eyes turned fierce.

"You came all the way here and you're talking about it? Never mind. It's a pain in the ass when I'm at home. Your father in heaven will like it if you use it for something so meaningful."

Then she showed the silver ring she received from her father when she was in a relationship, and Jong-hyuk confirmed once again that he couldn't persuade her.

I'll have to find it.’

I don't know about any other wedding gifts, but there was something I had to find for my mother.

"Ha ha. You have a great idea, too. That's why you've developed such great self-control."

"What? He grew up on his own."

"Hahaha."

"Director."

Jong-hyuk saw director Shin Sung-il with his wife and daughters.

Since then, Seol Dong-ik, who took a special day off, and other members of the national judo team have also lined up with their families.

They voluntarily participated in the gold collection movement after their mother.

There is a smile full of pride on his face.

That image is captured in the broadcasting station camera.

This is because the size of the people is so unusual that they were clearly revealed in this crowd.

"Huh? It's Choi Jong-hyuk!"

"Huh?"

Jong-hyuk slipped on his hat, and it was already Jong-hyuk and Ko Jung-sook's turn.

Choi Jong-hyuk! Choi Jong-hyuk is here to join the gold collecting campaign? If that's the case, you'll be the first player in the current national team! He's the youngest! Do you have anything to say?"

'Oh, it was number one?' Jang-hyuk, who didn't think of that, became a little embarrassed as he buzzed around.

He opened his mouth as he was determined to have a camera at the broadcasting station.

"Even if I'm young, I'm also a citizen of this country. I'm here to win the gold medal for my stone ring, the National Sports Festival, and the presidential flag."

"Oh, that precious medal?!"

The murmur grew louder.

"We can win another medal. Here, my mother brought a wedding gift with her deceased father."

"……Wow. You've made a really tough decision."

Jong-hyuk's family history is famous.

A young medalist who lost his father when he was a baby and lived in a semi-basement room with his mother, and a mother who devoted herself to raising her young son.

Perhaps because of this family history, Jong-hyuk was already treated as a national hero, and Ko Jung-sook was considered like Shin Saimdang.

"Mom, say something."

"What do you mean by what you have to do? Let's pay and go. It's cold."

'Anyway.' Still, it was cute that he turned his head slightly because he was ashamed of the camera. People felt a sense of respect, respect and sympathy for their calm appearance.

"I hope these gold you've given us will be used in a really good place."

"I hope so, too. Not only our hats, but also the national judo team's standing guards, coaches, and so on."

"What?"

"Hello. I'm Shin Sung-il, the national judo coach."

"Wow! Hello!"

Jong-hyuk quickly stood in front of the reception desk as the topic shifted.

"I'll start accepting."

This is the last hold that difficult people have put out.

18K gold, not 24K gold.

The bank clerk even felt a sense of duty.

Jong-hyuk grinned bitterly at it.

What would I say when someone finds out about my property?’

Maybe he'll swear.

However, the amount of gold is not important in this gold-collecting movement.

It was important that life and memories were presented to overcome the chaos that came to this country.

That's why so many people gathered.

I'm going to make a separate donation anyway.

After shaking off their conscience, the two left the bank after collecting their bank accounts with gold-selling money.

"Go home safely."

"Huh? Let's have lunch together!"

"I've seen your face, that's enough. Don't catch a cold. Oh, right, son."

"Huh?"

"Good job. Today was better than when I won the medal."

"Huh?"

Ko Jung-sook, who said so, headed for the subway station through the crowd, and Jong-hyuk followed the scene with his eyes blankly.

Then he rubbed his itchy chest.

"Hhh."

I didn't know why I felt so bad even though it wasn't much.

"Oh, what about your mother?"

"He's gone into business."

"Oh, my. You can rest on days like this."

"I know." It is the day when gifts containing precious memories with her husband were put out where they would never be found again. It would be okay to spend the day with her husband, but her mother, Ko Jung-sook, was too cool.

Jong-hyuk was heartbroken and smacked his lips, and Shin Sung-il, who saw it, smiled happily and changed the subject.

"By the way, we're about to start the second round."

Jong-hyuk's eyes shone.

The national standing army selects twice a year, of which the second round will be held next month.

Who's coming up?

I didn't want anyone to come up, but I didn't want to cause a stir.

"Hhh. You'll be surprised when they get to the athletes' village, right?"

"What? Why?"

"Why?"

Coach Shin Sung-il, Sangbi County, and the coaches laughed insinuatingly, saying, "I think I know."

"Hhh. The one who should know the most doesn't know. This is why I like you, Jong-hyuk!"

Jong-hyuk crumpled his face.

"Let's make such a confession to the lady next to us."

"Ho-ho! Right?"

"Well, let's go eat!"

Jong-hyuk, who narrowed his eyebrows at the crowd, soon smirked.

Why don't I know what they're saying?

"A mere 18-year-old is a member of the national team.…."

Somehow, Jong-hyuk scratched his head and picked up his cell phone.

"Yes, reporter Park."

Reporter Park Young-il, a reporter from the far future known by Jong-hyuk, and a social affairs reporter who became associated with him in the last school violence.

Oh! I just saw you come out! Your mother was amazing. Now you're the only one who needs to win the gold medal in Bangkok! Then you'll be a national hero!

"Hahaha."

But what's going on? Did something happen to the squad? What's wrong with the association?

"No, I have a question."

Any questions?

"I'm just wondering what we're going to do in this country. Do you currently have 22 tons of gold in Korea? You know what?"

Oh, are you selling gold or keeping it?

"Yes, it's a precious memory that the people have made difficult and it's the last hold on living, and I'm afraid it's going to be thrown away as a hasty administration."

What? No way. This time, the winner is...….

Park Young-il shortened his words.

People don't know what's going to happen, and people's greed is anybody's guess.

Park Young-il, who has seen that a lot as a reporter, has become serious.

"I think I said something strange. I'm hanging up."

-No…….

Jong-hyuk, who hung up, twisted his lips looking at his phone.

The incident before returning to Korea, where people sold their hard-pressed memories at a bargain price. The people will be betrayed by the government, which they believed would be different this time, and will be nailed to their hearts.

"Let's do it this time, too."

With his teeth showing, Jong-hyuk picked up his cell phone again.

"Yes! Reporter Shin! I'm Jong-hyuk!"

Real journalists who won't break the pen even if their lives are lost. Jong-hyuk started to move them.

* * *

A small private office, Park Tae-gyu's sighs loudly.

"Why sigh?"

"Oh, Kwon PB."

Park Tae-kyu sighed again, holding Kwon Ah-young's mug. Kwon A-young, who glanced at one of his monitors, hardened her face.

There is still a long way to go before the position is sorted out, but a huge amount of money has been recorded.

"No way."

"Why? Do you have any conscience making money out of this country's ruin? Now? Watching TV?"

"No, it's not like that."

"Sure?"

"Even if I make money like this...… Oh, it's not like that! I'm asking if it's okay to make this much money. About the eye patch!"

"What kind of nonsense is that'sir? Why are you suddenly talking about intelligence?"

"I don't know about Kwon PB, but this country...…."

"Ho ho ho ho ho ho!"

"Kwon PB! This is a serious situation! We're making money without a backseat! I'm sure you'll have a big problematic!"

Kwon A-young erased her laughter by seeing her sincerely worried.

"Who doesn't have a back?"

"…Yes?"

"Don't you know that our company has quite a few political and business people buried in it?"

At the same time as the government declared the IMF, investment proposals flooded in, and Kwon A-young accepted investments from reliable figures among them.

"You know that, but do you really believe they'll be a shield? In front of money, there are no parents on this floor! I'm sure the government...…."

Kwon A-young, who sighed, decided to tell the secret she had been hiding.

Phew. You realize that now? Unless it's really that talent...….’

Park Tae-kyu has a natural talent for detecting the smell of money.

His help in setting the Maginot line for the foot position was tremendous.

Kwon Ah-young picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

Just then a documentary was playing.

"There it is. The biggest shield in our biggest shield."

"What? In my eyes, this president-elect is the only one...… Wait?! Stop, don't tell me?"

"Yes, his assets are in our company, too. I bet on this presidential election."

"…my God."

The question 'how' came to his face.

Kwon A-young thought about playing pranks because she thought the expression was cute, but quit. This was something that neither she nor her father thought of until the last minute.

"Who could it be?"

Park Tae-gyu, who wondered what he said out of the blue, opened his mouth wide.

"How the hell...…."

This presidential election, which was a neck-and-neck race until the end.

An article came to Park's mind.

One scandal that brought down an opponent who had a relatively high chance of winning. This has led to a surge in the elect's vote.

"Didn't Mr. Jong-hyuk talk about the flaws of his opponent's candidate?"

Kwon A-young, whom he knew, was a woman who never gambled unless she was sure of the evidence and the evidence.

Flinch!?

Kwon Ah-young's eyes are wide open.

"Was he a KGB?!"

'KGB?' Kwon A-young's expression hardened.

"What do you mean? All of a sudden, KGB?"

Park Tae-kyu talked about his upcoming Russian moratorium and about a Russian high-rise friend who had a relationship with Jong-hyuk, and this time Kwon A-young opened her mouth wide.

"……why are you telling me that now?!"

"Huh? Didn't I tell you?"

"I didn't! Do you want to die?!"

That's why we set Russia as our next target. Russia, which is rare in newspapers!' This was a big misunderstanding, but it was hard for the two to know.

"Wait, so to sum up, our boss is a genius, and he's related to the top Russian class, and the intelligence officer?"

"…do you think it's stupid to raise slush funds on the Russian side?"

"This man! Do I look so stupid?""

When Kwon Ah-young put up her nails, Park Tae-gyu quickly shut up.

"Oh, are you really 18 years old?’

The two looked at the ceiling thinking the same thing.

The afterimage of Jong-hyuk, who was not here, seemed to weigh on his whole body.

You've got a hell of a boss.’

Mr. Jong-hyuk, you have to keep your mouth shut. With Mr. Jong-hyuk, I can come back to life no matter what!’

This is Jong-hyuk, who beat down gangsters for Park Tae-kyu, who was not properly connected at the time. It should be said that the person in his fence was horribly cared for.

They vowed to hide Jong-hyuk somehow.

"Wait, but why did Mr. Jong-hyuk ask you to give me the remaining gold?"

I'm sure Jong-hyuk didn't say it for no reason.

Kwon A-young, who had thought for a while, burst into exclamations.

"Wow, they're so meticulous. They're meticulous. Are you really 18?"

"What, let's get to know."

"Don't you understand? Mr. Jong-hyuk is asking you to make a justification!"

"Justice?"

"You can trust money, but you can't trust people! What would happen if we made all this money for ourselves offered gold?!"

"……or even if that elect tries to scapegoat us, it'll be ambiguous for the media to attack us, even if we somehow reveal our identity."

Even if I made money in the national crisis, I sympathized with the pain of the national crisis.

"That's right!"

Jong-hyuk wants them to realize this for themselves and won't force them. That's what I said.

Respect for autonomous doctors.

Jong-hyuk was a very reliable leader.

Then Kwon A-young realized what she had to do.

And it's my job to make it more ambiguous!’

She quickly picked up her cell phone.

"Oh, my God, I'm P.B. Lee!"

He is the chief executive in charge of editing directions for periodicals such as newspapers and magazines and whether to decide whether to publish articles.

"Yes, it's been a while. I'm going to make some money and donate. Come on, don't tell me that's all my money. Hohoho, yes. They're going to make a shield to put them in an unexpected situation. Yes, and at the same time, sponsoring the national judo team...… Yes, of course not secretly."

She burst into laughter at what her opponent said.

"Yes, so that's how you open up a debt."

Park Tae-kyu wondered when he saw Kwon A-young hanging up the phone.

"What is the national judo team sponsorship all of a sudden?"

"You still haven't noticed? Sponsoring the national team and making another shield?"

"…...you were hiding that meaning when you told me to sell the gold?"

For Park Tae-gyu, neither Jong-hyuk nor Kwon A-young, who understood it, looked like a human being.

"That's why Team Leader Park can't do it to me. That's why Jong-hyuk won't do this."

"What?! This woman!"

Kwon Ah-young, who cut her tongue out, left the office in an arrogant manner, and Park Tae-gyu, who had been a little bothered by it, grumbled.

That's how huge the sponsorship of the national judo team was decided.

* * *

Players who were selected for the second round of national team selection in February entered the athletes' village through questions from reporters.

Following the instructions, they unpacked and gathered at the gym, drooling on their dry lips.

Master Shin Sung-il.

What's your inclination?’

As he was chosen with difficulty, he had to worry a lot.

Soon after the meeting, the coach and the coaches rushed in, and the second selection team found a young man and wondered.

What about him?

Shin Sung-il, who confirmed his personal appearance, left with an insidious smile.

"Well, let's start with the youngest one."

Jong-hyuk took a step forward.

"Nice to meet you, Choi Jong-hyuk, senior coach and unlimited class player to help you improve your skills in the future. Let's do our best from now on."

There was a smile around Jong-hyuk's mouth.

Welcome to Hell!

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