024: Power for Power
“Stop.”
“Get out of the way, I’m the boss here.”
“Uh… that’s…”
“Get out of the way!”
I got past the police officer who was blocking the entrance to the factory. All the local cops I know, so why are they locking down my factory?
When I entered the factory, the office on the second floor was in a mess, and our employees were kneeling down one after another.
“president!!!”
“Hehehe, boss. Help me.”
The class presidents tried to stand up when they saw me, but were stopped, and the female workers, including Miss Kim, stretched out their arms and wailed loudly as soon as they saw me.
When I asked why, they put handcuffs on everyone.
You’re not even a criminal, so why are you handcuffed?
“who are you? Why are you doing this?”
I asked the man wearing a black suit and wandering around the office.
He doesn’t look like a gangster, given that he has an arrogant expression and combs his hair with pomade.
“Ugh! old man!”
“Ughhhh… Manager Lee… To the factory… To the factory…”
On one side, old man Hwang also collapsed.
It was as if he had been hit by a baton and collapsed with blood on his head. The old man’s wrists were also handcuffed.
Sambok hurriedly ran toward Old Man Hwang.
“You guys asked what the hell was this about!”
I was angry all the way.
To treat young female workers and elderly people over sixty years old like this, even though it was in the 60s, it was too much.
The man laughed when he saw me arguing, and the cops avoided my eyes.
“Are you the boss here? Tell me how much you stole. If you cooperate, the sentence will be taken into account.”
what bullshit is that?
“What are you talking about? What did you steal?”
“I can’t speak. That bastard, put the handcuffs on.”
“That… that…”
The policeman didn’t know what to do.
Since he was a police officer I knew, he twitched his lips and said, ‘Tell me.’ What do you want me to tell you?
“Prosecutor… You don’t even have to handcuff…”
“Why are you talking so much? Arrest me immediately!”
test? Why are the prosecutors here?
That too in droves.
I didn’t understand the situation.
In the 1960s, the police had their own investigative powers.
It was a time when the police did not hesitate to torture to get a confession.
The top organization is the prosecutor, but most of them dealt with large-scale financial cases or political crimes.
But the prosecutors come to this little factory?
“arrest? What crime do you think I committed?”
I pushed the police officer who was approaching me with a hook and pushed my face away from the prosecutor.
It was obvious that if I lost in the fight, I would not be able to use my strength and be dragged away.
“Hey, look at this guy. Impersonating an exporter and stealing dollars is a serious crime.”
“What dollars are you taking away? I just exported rightfully. Are you doing this with a search warrant in place?”
He was angry to the point of his head, but he maintained his superhuman reason. How dare you mess with my factory?
The office has been set to scorched earth by hand.
Papers were rolling around in a mess, and the floor was already covered with shoeprints.
“You bring up a search warrant on the subject of a criminal in practice? Do you not know that paying a high price while importing garbage is a money laundering technique?”
what bullshit is that?
What crap do I import?
“All I imported are petrochemical raw materials. I will spin yarn and make clothes to sell. Tell me if you know.”
“Shut up. A letter came from a place that is a hundred times more reliable than you. Korea Textile Association!”
The swordsman threw a bunch of pitchers in front of me.
The word Korea Textile Association made me frown.
Isn’t the Korea Textile Association one of the three leaders of the chaebol cartel that represented the 50s and 60s?
The milling/sugar/cotton spinning industry, also known as the Sambaek Industry ((三白産業) Cartel.
The Korea Flour Industry Association, the Korea Sugar Association, and the Korea Textile Association were cancerous entities in the history of the Korean industry to the extent that it is disgusting to even call them conglomerate cartels.
All three associations are light industry cartels that simply process raw materials, and have accumulated wealth by importing raw materials at cheap prices and selling them at high prices in the domestic market by clinging to power.
If you sucked the money of the common people like that, you should invest in technology development or industrial infrastructure to raise national competitiveness, but you monopolized the market and only increased prices.
In short, they were low-level conglomerates who were of no help to national development and improvement of people’s lives.
“Seriously, nothing. Did the Korea Textile Association blow a letter? Those who used to weave cotton say that nylon makes money, so you want to run my company? Covered up for embezzlement?”
I never thought I would personally go through the 1960s-style corporate hunting that I had only heard about. The damn guys were looking for time for me and Sambok to empty the Seongsu-dong factory.
If you bring in a prosecutor, you’ll beat the accountant and fabricate the embezzlement charge. It’s a piece of cake.
“You covered it. There is clear evidence! Where is the boss who spends a huge amount of dollars, close to 1 million dollars, only on importing garbage? Where in the world is there a boss who gives female workers 15,000 won per month?”
“Stop talking bullshit. Plant is a money-eating hippopotamus. Whether it’s $1 million or $2 million, it’s a factory that needs to burn money to go back. And don’t insult my staff! These are some of the best veterans around! I just paid them as much as they worked. There is no such thing as embezzlement.”
I protested, but the prosecutor didn’t even listen to me.
“I didn’t ask you to see! Accounting bitch, listen up! Don’t take the boss’s side and eat bean rice. Where is the double ledger?”
“What double ledger? There is only one ledger!”
“Are you asking me to believe that? Where did you hide all those dollars? Just tell me where you hid the wad of money! Then I will return it to the national treasury, and you will be freed too.”
“Where do you hide your dollars? It’s too late to put it in each letter of credit account.”
“This year! Where are you going to open your eyes?”
puck! puck! puck!
“Aagh!”
The prosecutor hit Miss Kim on the head with a ledger.
“Stop it, you madman!”
Fuck to eat. I seemed to know now.
This guy came to take a big bite in the name of returning dollars to the national treasury.Read at noblemtl
Just like the police who hit the gambling table and siphoned off the stakes.
“Oh, how dare you hold the swordsman’s arm? Do you know if you can do this?
“You bastard. Dare to intimidate the people who pay taxes on the topic of civil servants? Do you think you’ll be okay with this?”
“You bastard, you hid it well so that it wouldn’t be seen, right? Okay, follow up on this letter of credit and everything will come out!”
The prosecutor threatened me and it didn’t work, so I grabbed a bunch of letters of credit. It was a document that was the lifeblood of an exporter.
“Damn you bastard, did the Textile Association tell you to pull out a list of customers?”
It was obvious that the Textile Association wanted a letter of credit.
They put me in jail and try to do business on my behalf with a list of clients they siphoned off.
He would have offered hundreds of thousands of won for each letter of credit.
“This guy…”
“How much do they say they pay per chapter? It’s ridiculous to take it. Do you think a textile association can satisfy my customers? My customers don’t even look at cheap, low-quality fabrics, you bastard!”
“Catch all these bastards and throw them away! Arrest them all!”
“Get the arrest warrant!!”
“We are innocent. Arrest!”
“You bitches be quiet! Shut up!”
I was furious at being told to arrest them, but the act of the prosecutor stabbing the young female workers with her shoes made my heart spin.
“Shut up, shut up! bastard!”
“Chansu!!”
Udangtangtang.
I threw my body into the face of the guy who had stepped on Miss Kim.
Among the prosecutors, he was the one who seemed to be the captain.
puck! puck! puck!
“Ugh! Prosecutor. Boss Wu, are you crazy?”
“Chansu, stop.”
“Turn it off.”
I slammed my fist into the fallen swordsman’s face with all my might. If I’m foolishly dragged on like this, I’m really going to the goal.
Beep! Beep!
“Arrest!”
“Arrest everyone!”
Policemen blew whistles and pulled out handcuffs from all sides.
“Back off! It’s arrest and nabal, and I’m going to go to the Blue House and talk.”
“Turn it off.”
I put the prosecutor with a bloody nose over the desk and pressed his neck.
At this point, it’s the judge’s board.
“The Blue House… the Blue House?”
At my words, not only the cops but also the prosecutors flinched. I didn’t miss that moment and grabbed the phone.
’01-0004′
I quickly turned the dial.
There were no birds to hesitate.
I don’t know if it will be a shield to protect me or a sword to stab me, but I had to try.
If you call this number, at least you won’t be arrested without a fact-finding investigation.
If I could tell Van Flint a little bit about the future, I could prove my worth.
It was worth trying to be honest and ask him to be my shield.
＜Hello. This is the US embassy hotline.＞
Was it the US embassy phone number?
An indifferent greeting was heard over the phone.
They just called the hotline and didn’t ask anything.
“My name is Chansu Wu. He is looking for me, so take me with you.”
＜Chansu Woo… It’s difficult right now.＞
“Help me. My safety is in jeopardy. It should be now to see me unbroken. Please tell him that.”
Van Flint would know the situation in Korea at this time, and would not turn a blind eye to me asking for help.
In my heart, anyway, isn’t the United States a country that advocates respect for human rights?
＜Wait a minute… I’ll see you right away. Please wait.＞
pop.
I didn’t even tell you where, but I’m coming to pick you up.
They seem to know that I am at the Seongsu-dong factory.
“done. Sambok, take the old man and go to the hospital.”
“Chansu-ya…”
“Hey, release old man Hwang and his staff from the handcuffs. Honestly, it doesn’t matter if it’s just me. is not it?”
“That… that…”
“Hey guys, use good judgment! Don’t you know who the Blue House will raise your hand yet? Honestly, if the old man dies, are you going to take responsibility?”
“… release me.”
The small prosecutors noticed and moved the police. Sambok helped old man Hwang into the car, but he couldn’t take his eyes off me.
‘Chansu…’
‘It’s okay, go and come.’
With the office desk in the middle, the small prosecutor and I confronted each other for a long time.
The captain swordsman who had become bloody was in a state of fainting long ago.
Fucking bastard, I don’t know who’s behind him, but he never lets it go.
**
rumble.
“Who is Woo Chan-su here?”
“I’m Woochan.”
what? I thought they would come from the US embassy, but why did the Koreans come?
“I told you to come, so please follow us.”
My mind flashed at the way of speaking that omitted the subject.
Could it be that it really came from the Blue House?
“I decided to meet an American VIP.”
“You are with me. Please follow me.”
Damn, was Van Flint at the Blue House? Were you with the president?
Well, Van Flint probably didn’t come to Korea to tour.
‘shit…’
Anyway, things got messy.
When I mentioned the Blue House, saying that words become seeds and threaten prosecutors, it really became like that.
I was thinking of calling Van Fleet to get out of the situation.
It was said that one day he would meet the president, but it was dangerous to meet so unprepared.
My existence is the butterfly effect itself, but it was too fast.
“You guys… really blue house…”
“Shut up. until there.”
“Oops.”
As the black suits raised their fingers, the faces of the swordsmen turned earthy.
“Go away. Boss Wu.”
“I can’t go. They say they’re arresting me.”
“There was an order to bring you.”
“Did you not hear me? They say they’re arresting me as a red-handed criminal. If I keep going like this, it’s obvious that these guys will destroy my factory.”
“… I don’t know. Ordered to bring…”
“Don’t you know? Meet me and tell me you can’t get things right? Do you want me to?”
“Ugh!”
When I also omitted the object word, the men in black suits flinched and began to understand what they were saying.
“sorry. Everyone, what are you doing? Entrain them all.”
“yep!”
“Hey, look. I’m an inspector. Other than saying that it came from the Seoul District Prosecutor’s Office.”
“Please go to headquarters and do your calling.”
The men in black suits drove the prosecutors and police out the door.
“Common people, please go home like this. It is completely forbidden to speak about today.”
The person who seemed to be the captain turned the staff around, and soon came out and crossed his arms.
“Sah… boss. How do we…”
“Everyone, don’t worry and get off work. Everyone shut up about what happened today.”
“Yes, boss.”
He hugged the staff and left the office.
A black government car stood in the front yard of the factory.
“Let’s get on.”
“let’s go.”
As expected, the black car went straight to the Blue House.
“They were wondering what your relationship was with General Van Flint..”
I pretended not to hear and did not answer, but the person sitting in the back seat with me quietly showed me his ID.
It was written as the chief of staff of the president.
At this time, the presidential secretary’s office said it was true that the prosecutor was easily dismissed.
“I will meet you and talk to you.”
The chief secretary’s expression hardened at my answer.
You dare not answer your own words? It felt like doing it.
Either way, I continued my question.
“What are you two talking about?”
“I cannot tell you.”
“Loan amount? size of troops? calendar?”
“……”
A look of bewilderment was evident on the secretary’s face.
Then it is. It was a behind-the-scenes contact at the Korea-US summit.
I buried my head in the back seat.
I didn’t have time, but I had to think as much as I could.
How should we respond so that we do not burn or freeze to death under the military regime?
How can I respond to prove my worth while avoiding the after storm?
No, what kind of aftershock could there be?
How can I avoid that as much as possible?
My head was pounding.
“stop! There will be an inspection.”
“I am on a special official duty.”
“Go through. Loyalty!”
“effort!”
Before I knew it, the black car passed the front gate of the Blue House.
