Regression Reset Life of Police

* * *

Like the opening ceremony, the closing ceremony was spectacular.

Among them, the star was Jong-hyuk by far.

"I'm sorry."

"What?"

Jong-hyuk blinked at Shin Kwon-ho's sudden appearance and apologized.

"I was originally going to come to see you when your whole judo was tested for doping.…."

"Why?"

"I heard none of you ever had this happen. I was going to catch you as an athlete. But I quit because I thought he was good."

"Uh…… yes."

Jong-hyuk stared blankly at the little giant Shin Kwon-ho.

"Hey, you're so nosy.’

"You have a good mentality. Let's keep in touch when we go to Korea. I'll teach you how to wrestle."

"Huh?"

Looking blankly at Shin Kwon-ho, who was slapping his back around, Jong-hyuk was stunned to see someone else approaching him.

"Gasp!"

"오, Choi Jong-hyuk. Nice to meet you. You know me, right? It's Park Chan-oh."

Jong-hyuk was seriously worried about covering his ears or not.

Meanwhile, Park Chan-oh's mouth opened again.

"Your group doping test reminds me of the first time I joined LA…"…."

The blood flowed from Jong-hyuk's ears, which were filled with phosphorus after being trained by all kinds of swindlers and criminals' nonsense.

Since then, legends such as Jang Won-hoon and Lee Hyun-taek have approached and exchanged signatures and phone numbers.

It was another pleasure for legends to acknowledge it.

The last was Rachanon.

"Thank you for helping our country. Thanks to you……."

It achieved the best results in the history of the Asian Games and Olympics.

4th overall. He was 4th place with only one bronze medal difference with Japan.

Since he was informed that he would conduct doping tests in advance, his mentality, which he could keep, eventually produced such grades.

The whole country held a festival because it failed to protect the host country's pride.

"I was just serving you a meal. In that regard, I am more grateful that you Thai youths shed blood for Korea during the Korean War."

Rachanon teared up when he saw Jong-hyuk waving his hands.

'I've lost completely. Skills, hearts, and everything.

"…I won't lose next time, Choi."

"If you want to say that, just train your body, man. It's soft all over you. If you believe in talent like that, you lose again."

"You son of a gunman.

Rachanon, with his tongue full, turned, covering his red eyes.

"See you again."

"Okay, see you."

"Oh, let's exchange phone numbers."

"Hahaha!"

After waving his hands, Jong-hyuk recalled his mother, Jeong Sook, watching the fireworks that burst in the sky on a dark night.

"Let's go, Korea."

What an eventful 14 days.

Before coming to Bangkok, I missed the cold air of Korea.

Like this, the Taeguk Warriors, including Jong-hyuk, proudly headed to Korea with medals around their necks.

107 gold medals, 56 silver medals, 53 bronze medals and a total of 216.

The overall score was three fewer than China, which has 219 medals, but won first place by one gold medal.

First place in history.

South Korea, which has always had about twice fewer medals than China, has caused a surprise around the world.

The world has launched an investigation into how this happened.

If it's not doping...… is it food?

Their eyes were squinted.

* * *

I lost not only to Korea but also to Thailand.

Japan's national team has become a traitor to the fact that Japan is one medal apart from Southeast Asian countries, although there has been a biased ruling by the host country.

The number of gold medals is not much different.

It was even more chaotic because Korea won first place.

- Why don't you win honor while making it impossible for Japan to protest?

Click!

An old man in his 70s, a Japanese sports mogul, looks at the committee members who have been to Bangkok with corrupt eyes.

"You've done something very interesting."

I'm not criticizing you for messing with Korea.

The problem was that the entire doping test was conducted, and several players were found to have used banned drugs.

As a result, the mentality of all the national athletes in the event was greatly shaken and recorded the worst performance in history.

There was no better justification for an old man who was aiming to reach the peak of the sports world.

"Here's the Chatouak commissioner we've worked so hard on."

Chatuak, who had a big influence on Thailand's fourth-largest prize, resigned from his post and turned himself in.

It was because Jong-hyuk didn't know what the KGB behind him would do. Rather, I decided to beg forgiveness when I was still a hero. It was a sad moment for Jong-hyuk, who sent the recording to the opposition faction to dig up all the crimes committed by Chatuak.

"Hashimoto, do you have anything to say?"

The face of the representative member of the Bangkok Asian Games is horribly wrinkled.

* * *

The second day of the Russian moratorium.

Kwon A-young and Park Tae-kyu were speechless when they saw the numbers on the monitor.

It was the first time for even the two former securities firm employees and PB, who manage the assets of the financier.

The first amount I've seen except for the money deposited by the wealthy and powerful.

My hands and feet were shaking, and I found myself looking for cigarettes.

Smoke from the cigarette spread through the office.

Muffling.

Park Tae-gyu, who pushed his cigarette into an ashtray piled up with butts, saw Kwon A-young with shaky eyes.

Because she just made an unexpected decision.

"Are you sure you don't regret it? You're giving up all this money?"

"No, because this is right. And I'm not giving up. You're supposed to give it to the owner."

"That's amazing."

"…How the hell did you see me?"

"A woman who lives on the high horse?"

"This man...."

Her face was wrinkled, but she soon laughed.

Because it wasn't wrong at all.

He worked on Wall Street because he could not study abroad with a woman's body, and in Korea, he established connections by managing the money of wealthy people who recognized him by his name.

It's not a smug taste, it's just smug.

but

"It's a lot of money. This is right."

She pressed the percussion key.

As a result, the number of monitors decreased rapidly as if moving somewhere. Kwon A-young felt relieved when she saw it.

"Hmm……."

Park Tae-kyu, who stared at Kwon A-young's smile, manipulated the computer.

Then I pressed the enter key.

Did you hear that?

Once again, the numbers have decreased rapidly.

"What about you?"

"I was going to do this from the beginning. You were the first one to hit."

Kwon A-young stared at Park Tae-kyu, who was grumpy.

'This guy...'s pretty good.’

I thought it would be useless except to smell money, but I didn't know there would be this aspect.

I didn't think I had to put what I had prepared into practice.

Kwon A-young, who smiled broadly, had taken out the cigarette he bit.

"Hey!"

"Taegyu, would you like to have a drink?"

I have no regrets about this decision, but I still felt a bit bitter.

"…Kwon PB is not my cup of tea."

"This guy! I'm not either!"

"LOL. Okay, let's go. I was already having a heartburn."

The two who stood up thought at the same time.

I hope you're surprised.

Will they like it?’

They expected, recalling Jong-hyuk's reaction.

* * *

"As expected, it's business. The food is coming out endlessly."

"No, eaters." Is the amount of food stock in the business class that only a few people deal with luxury enough to handle athletes who eat like elephants?

It doesn't make sense.

When he left for Bangkok, he must have crumbled cup noodles and prepared them in advance. Before getting off, Jong-hyuk smacked his lips, recalling the faces of the flight attendants who were smiling satisfactorily, saying, "We've fully responded."

"Ouch!"

Jong-hyuk wondered when he saw Seol Dong-ik wailing suddenly.

Are you sure you're getting a silver medal again?’

"After all... I couldn't. I didn't get to date! I got this!"

Jong-hyuk crumpled his face when he saw the condom that Dong-ik took out.

"Come on."

'Do you think they're dating just because they got condoms?' Jong-hyuk clapped his tongue at them even though he was an adult.

Unlike Korea, which is still conservative about sex, many open countries.

I heard from Shin Sung-il that condom sales during these Asian Games or Olympics increase dramatically.

In other words, condoms were just a sign for men and women to enjoy themselves lightly.

But it's not just the same people who think so.

Quite a few players were crying blood in sympathy with the cry.

Jong-hyuk shook his head.

How many people do I have to date in that way?’

I don't know how many boxes of condoms I left at the accommodation.

It's not a shame, but it's a shame that I couldn't go out with Natalia properly.

I wish I'd had a drink. You idiot! I'll be an adult soon, Won.'

Jong-hyuk hates people who drink and cause trouble, not alcohol.

"Be quiet, everyone! You're about to cross the gate. Why are you so loud?"

When everyone closed their mouths, director Shin Sung-il nodded his eyes.

"I'm glad I won the first place for the first time, but don't look down. Be a Korean who is not ashamed of this Taegeuk mark until the end. Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

With their eyes tightened, they stepped toward the entry gate.

Whoops! Whoops! Whoosh!

"Argh! My eyes!"

Jong-hyuk forced a smile with more force in his eyes.

* * *

From the day he returned to Korea, Jong-hyuk became very busy.

Interview with press conference, schedule with Korea Sports Association and Korea Judo Association.

He was called to the presidential office Cheong Wa Dae.

Because he's such a son.

"Ring!"

"Chewing."

Just repeatedly eating and sleeping, Ko Jung-sook looked pleased.

"Mom, are you going to keep doing business near the subway station?"

Even on the second day off after all the schedules, until he said something strange.

Rumbling.

It's a Sunday when Jung Sook is off work.

Jong-hyuk and Ko Jung-sook headed near the subway station where she opened the stall tent. Ko Jung-sook hummed Lulu and crumpled her forehead when she saw her son ahead of her.

"Why did you drag me here on my day off? Aren't you going to the broadcasting station? I heard Lim Baek-cheon will be on the show!"

"It's tomorrow."

Lim Baek-cheon of "Im Baek-cheon World Show" is a talk show for the main character of the Asian Games, and he said he will be the MC.

I don't think we've ever had this kind of broadcast before.….’

I couldn't remember well because I wasn't interested in TV at the time.

"Why the hell are you here? Why don't you blow it fast?"

The son who asked me something weird last night and asked me to leave early this morning.

She was annoyed because she didn't get enough rest on her day off.

It was not enough for Jong-hyuk to win the gold medal and shake hands with the president, and even if he was a proud son who would soon appear on the handsome and gentle Lim Baek-cheon talk show and get his autograph, he could not forgive interrupting his day off.

Even if Jong-hyuk is growing up and needs less work, he has only taken one break a month to twice.

Flinch!

Instinctively cowering at his mother's lowered voice, Jong-hyuk kicked his tongue.

I'm in a hurry anyway.

However, the grumbling was short.

When I thought of my mother's face that was about to change, the mouth of Jong-hyuk tore itself apart.

Ahem.

With his voice refined, Jong-hyuk scoured buildings near the subway station. Buildings that are mostly seven or eight stories long.

"How are these buildings?"

"What?"

"Don't you think it'd be nice to do business in a place like this?"

"…I'd be happy for you."

Would she like a stall tent?

I couldn't wait to get out of the freaking tent where it was cold when it was cold, hot when it was hot, and only coughing from car fumes.

But I didn't have the money.

"Wait, Don?"

Go Jung-sook only realized why Jong-hyuk had been flirting since the morning.

"Did you get a dividend?"

"Well, to be exact, all the investments have been completed, and they'll return all the money they've earned."

Ko Jung-sook, who burst into hot blood at the moment, looked at the buildings with her eyes shining fiercely.

'That's the boss, that's the little... '….’

If you were going to rent and do business anyway, it was better to meet a good owner.

Jong-hyuk struggled to hold back his laughter and threw words at his mother's deeply troubled figure.

"If you're at it, choose the building of someone who treated you badly."

"…I hated this mother so much, but how did she bear it so far? My bad son, would you like to eat alone from today?"

"No, let's buy the building."

……blinking.

"Huh?"

"Let's just buy the building. I made that much money."

Ko Jung-sook, who had not understood the meaning for a while, soon opened her mouth wide.

Her hands and feet trembled as she stared at the bankbook that Jong-hyuk had passed.

A bankbook with a number I've never seen before.

Ten thousand, hundred thousand, one million, ten million...…this is my dream. Is it real?

I wanted to ask how it was possible, if it was real.

If it wasn't for his son, he might have called the police.

But she didn't know.

The amount on the bankbook now is the mark that Jong-hyuk made for today before he left for Bangkok.

Money will come in when you trade the building.

'Well, come to think of it, I don't know how much I've earned.’

Jong-hyuk thought he should stop by Kwon A-young and Park Tae-kyu's office tomorrow.

"Wait, if this bankbook is real, why would you buy a building for them? Those bad guys make money."

Jong-hyuk raised his thumb at his mother, who was thinking this despite her hectic schedule.

"I have a stomachache."

"……Huh?"

Jong-hyuk explained one by one to his mother who didn't understand.

"The building's market price is down nearly 40 percent now, right?"

"…I heard so."

40 percent is something.

Buildings that are 10 minutes away from the station have fallen by nearly 50 percent, I heard merchants around me die. Some say that they will go bankrupt if they do something wrong due to blocked loans.

Rich people with buildings like this.

"Do you think you're going to stay in this market?"

Ko Jung-sook's expression became serious.

"Are you saying no?"

"It's gonna be at least double in five years."

What's double? In 20 years, the number of buildings in the station area has more than doubled. Moreover, this is a place where the transfer station, floating population, is insanely large.

"President Park Tae-kyu is going to invest in real estate from now on."

No. Real estate investment is a small part.

Soon there will be a huge board of nothing twice as big.

"…President Park?"

Her eyes suddenly changed when she blanked out her bank account.

It meant something different just now, and Jong-hyuk chuckled at it.

But he didn't know either.

What will happen when Kwon A-young and Park Tae-kyu meet?

* * *

The next morning, Jong-hyuk walks next to Yeouido Park.

Boom, roar.

Angled cars and vans make a lot of noise, but maybe because they've been abroad for a long time, even he's got a good feeling.

I thought this was why I said my hometown is the best.

"Wow, it's really like a park here."

In 1997, when I came to Yeouido to meet Park Tae-kyu, I passed by Yeouido Park.

How surprised it was that it was all fenced up.

It's only partially opened, but there's no sign of asphalt anymore.

Yeouido Park, which is the motif of Central Park in New York and Hyde Park in London.

A family head of household sitting in a suit on visible benches turns bitter in his mouth.

Still, Korea was going through a harsh winter.

It wasn't until 2002 that their faces were filled with laughter.

It was in December 2000 that all the debts were paid off, but the tight belt was lifted since the 2002 Korea-Japan World Cup.

The festival is a festival where the whole nation is enthusiastic, and we have hope that we can do it again.

"I hope this Asian Games will be a hope, too."

It has already been four days since he returned home, but both TV and newspapers are still talking about the Asian Games and hope, so I hope so.

Feeling frustrated for no reason, Jong-hyuk walked fast.

A small, neat three-story building that arrived like that.

Only the sign Kwon & Park Holdings is on it.

Jong-hyuk has just forgotten his dark feelings and smirked.

"Who would believe this is their office."

Those who have been properly robbed by the IMF and the Russian moratorium.

However, the identity has not been revealed, perhaps because of the financiers who entrusted the money to the two.

If it weren't for them, they'd be in the papers already.

Jong-hyuk entered the building wondering what the stock market would call them.

"Wait, kid. You can't just come in here."

It will be blocked by middle-aged people in their 40s with sharp looks.

Jong-hyuk, whose eyes sank with extraordinary momentum, was soon able to think of a story.

Oh, you said you hired a bodyguard. Is it a special lease?

It smells similar to the special recruitment detectives he saw when he was a detective.

Jong-hyuk pouted his lips.

"I'm here because my aunt called me. Aunt Ayoung."

"Ayoung? ……CEO Kwon?!"

"Yes, I'm my friend's aunt and she said she's proud of me and she's giving me allowance."

"A friend's aunt? Why would a friend's aunt...…."

"Don't you know me?"

"…… Choi Jong-hyuk?! 유도?"

"Hhh. You recognize me. Then can I come in?"

"Stop. Where? You're Choi Jong-hyuk or whatever, man."

'Oh?' he contacted inside via radio and soon received an answer.

"Okay. Pass."

"Good luck."

"Oh, wait."

"What?"

"Sign it, please.

Jong-hyuk burst into laughter.

So, Jong-hyuk, who came inside, headed to Kwon Ah-young's office.

Her office was lavishly decorated with antiques and art, just like her fancy facade.

Hurry! Gulp!

Mr. Jong-hyuk, what's going on all of a sudden?"

"You're here……?"

Jong-hyuk tilted his head to his side when he saw the two who rushed to Park's office or bathroom.

Tired and dull face with deep dark circles.

The clothes they wore were crumpled and smelly as if they were wearing what they wore yesterday again. The smell of alcohol.

I don't know if it's Park Tae-gyu, but Kwon Ah-young went to work like this?

Jong-hyuk's eyes twinkled, eager to ask about the bodyguard.

"Are you two dating?"

"What!"

"No! Why would I date a woman like this?"

"What? What's wrong with me?! If I were to date, I'd be honored!"

'He slept. He slept. No, you didn't?' Whatever happened between the two.

Jong-hyuk's eyes shone even more.

The two who found it shut their mouths.

"You're here to check your profits, aren't you? Here it is."

Once again, Jong-hyuk raised his thumb, saying that he was also good at reading her mind, and saw the slip she handed over.

And it hardened as it was.

"Huh? .... Hmm?"

Jong-hyuk blinked his eyes.

Even if you look at it again, it doesn't make sense.

Money dozens of times more than expected.

"How much is this?"

Jong-hyuk looked at the two with an explanation.

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