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I'm drunk too much dividing line

Kim Jong-ming was very careful in eating this barbecue. In fact, he put his mind on eating the whole process and ignored the thoughts of the other people. How could he say that he was really hungry? With the three foodies, rs, angdi, and Pumei, the four of them could be said to be feasting.

In this case, both Xu Xian and Chu Long discovered that Kim Jong-ming was absent-minded, so the two tacitly stopped the previous high-end confrontation method and instead adopted a confrontation method that was very consistent with the barbecue stall and Korean characteristics.

But in fact, these two people don’t have the best alcohol tolerance!

Xu Xian's alcohol tolerance was practiced at high-end banquets, and he could only drink some foreign wine occasionally. Chu Long seemed to be a little worse. After all, her alcohol tolerance was only the soju culture in traditional Korean families. She must have fewer opportunities and times to drink than Xu Xian. So, two women who should be very scary were fighting for wine, but in fact there was no intense atmosphere at all. Kim Jong-ming looked at it and knew that the two of them added a piece of the same piece probably didn't have a finger from Han Hyo-joo, so he joined in kindly. It would be considered as a regulating the atmosphere by accompanying two people to drink some soju. And you can't say that the atmosphere is really great. As the saying goes, the moon is in front of the flowers and the moon is under the Han River. The two beauties are on the side. It would be better if Jung Eun-di and Jung Soo-jin don't poke each other on the side with corn on the cob.

However, an emergency occurred. Even though everyone was actually very elegant, Xu Xian suddenly fell into bed without warning after sitting down for less than 40 minutes. The soju is very low, but it still has the potential. I guess the busy man who is used to drinking foreign wine has no experience at all, so even if she actually has a larger alcohol capacity, she was still gorgeously hit.

Kim Jong-ming took out his cell phone and called the company naturally, asking them to come over to carry people. I have to say that although the people in the company are used to carrying people, their expressions were still very wonderful when they saw that Seo Hyun was lying here. I guess Lee Soo-man and Kim Young-min would also have a wonderful expression after learning the news.

"She can't drink enough!" Chu Long's cheeks were flushed, and her excited tone was quite interesting.

"Just just drink?" Jin Zhongming asked back with a smile. In fact, he had noticed that Chu Long could not suppress his stamina.

"Will I carry me back after I collapse the PP?" Chu Long was really drunk, and the questions he asked became childish, with a hint of coquettishness.

"To be honest, it shouldn't be used." Jin Zhongming looked up at the stack of plastic seats next to the barbecue stall. "Boss, why are these piles of chairs used for?"

"Two functions." The boss was still busy, without any intention of raising his head. "It was all done to prevent what might happen after that night, to prevent fighting because of a chair grabbing, and to prepare a place to lie down for drunk people or pretending to be drunk."

"Ah!" Jin Zhongming nodded repeatedly and realized it suddenly. It seemed that it was not the only one who was hit critically that night. "Chulong, did you hear it? If you fall down, I will put two chairs on the riverside and let Ermao sit by the river with you, and want to sleep until the breakfast vendor comes tomorrow morning."

"Hmph!" Chu Long rarely made a face at Jin Zhongming's tongue.

But things seemed to be really moving in this direction. Although Chulong suppressed the stamina of soju, she could no longer hold back and continued to drink. Yes, although it was very slow, the daughter of the Aiki Dom in Cheongwon-gun still drank with Kim Jong-ming one cup. This situation lasted about ten o'clock. Chulong sternly rejected Pu Mei and Endi her suggestion to carry her back, and then grabbed the rs and sat in Jiangbei in anger. It seemed that she was really drunk, and even Chulong was not the Busan prosecutor's wife and Pu Mei who had a feeling of being out can deal with it.

"Do you two need me to send it?" Jin Zhongming asked calmly.

"How is that possible?" Endi, who put his hands on his hips, waved generously, and pointed to the moon like a disc on his head. "It's only been ten o'clock, just passing through Qingtan Cave."

"That's good." Kim Jong-ming nodded. "Then I won't give you two."

"But where is that?" Endi turned his finger and pointed at Chu Long who was sitting on the shore and breathing. "She is really drunk? Will she be drunk later? When you get drunk later, will you hit someone or lie there to sleep? No one knows that I have never seen her drunk before."

"Don't worry." Jin Zhongming waved his hand. "I'm going to ask a few people from the company to come and drink with me. At that time, please let them just take Chulong and me home. Anyway, her room is still there, or let Ermao sleep with her."

"That's good!" I thought for a moment. If Kim Jong-ming called someone, it would be a good result, and it would be considered as if she had been happy to see her when she went back to her house. "Then are Pu Mei and I leaving?"

"No." Kim Jong-ming crossed over to Endi and Pu Mei and looked at Chu Long, who was tilting his head and closing his eyes and breathing with his eyes closed, then took out the phone and started calling a new group of people to come. He was very short of time and today's opportunity was rare, so he was going to take the opportunity to talk to some people about something.

The first one to arrive was Zhang Chengwen. He sat down to eat without saying a word, nor drank or said anything. Then Jia Chao and another person who had disappeared for a long time were Wang Zhongbing, Kim Jong-ming's first personal driver. He came up and chatted with Jia Chao very happily. The two of them couldn't say they were drinking, but basically they drank with their arms around Kim Jong-ming, which was very Korean. However, at about 10:50, two other unexpected people appeared nearby.

The two of them looked around for a long time, stood in front of the barbecue stall and hesitated for a long time, and then reluctantly stepped forward to say hello. I don’t know how hard it is for these two people to recognize Kim Jong-ming with such a big moon above his head!

Zhang Chengwen glanced at the person coming, stood up and sat at the edge, which was to make room for the two of them.

"President Kim Jong-ming" came with an extremely respectful attitude this time.

"I'm not the president." Kim Jong-ming corrected it while shook hands. "Call it can be called whatever you want, just don't call it the president."

"I thought this is my girlfriend, I thought it would be a more suitable occasion, so I brought her." The visitor continued to introduce in a slightly embarrassed manner.

"Of course I recognize it." Kim Jong-ming smiled and looked at the woman behind the other party. "How can I not recognize the heroine of the movie directed by herself? Sister Ji Hyo is really rare!"

"Zhong Ming, you are also rare!" Song Ji Hyo hesitated for a moment, and finally greeted him with a smile as the name he used to filming.

"Is Sister Ji Hyo used to barbecue?" Kim Jong-ming continued to focus on Song Ji Hyo, not Bai Chang-soo beside her. "Or might you just have a meal?"

"I did have dinner." Song Ji Hyo smiled and looked at Chu Long and rs not far away, then simply picked up a plastic chair. "If that happens, I will go to rs to talk, so I won't bother you men to talk about things."

Kim Jong-ming nodded and did not try to keep him. In fact, he did have something to do with Bai Changshu. Although it was very simple, it was indeed very professional. It was hard for him to say that Song Ji-hyo was next to him.

"No problem." Bai Changzhu didn't even frown after hearing this. "It's my honor to leave this matter to me, and I will do it well for you."

"It's really interesting." Kim Jong-ming wanted to laugh a little. "This is a lot worse than when we first met the next year ago. I feel like I was introducing you to a serious business at that time, and you still have a slut. Now I'm asking you to do this kind of thing, but you're a bit like talking about a serious business. I'm curious about how your attitude comes from now and what happened in the past two years?"

"Actually, it's nothing." Bai Changzhu lowered his head and laughed dryly. "The main thing is to do business and make money, but the way of making money is becoming more and more touching."

"Can you still find this thing?" Jin Zhongming asked with a smile.

"There are still some." Bai Changshu looked up at the barbecue stall owner who was leaning against the squid skewers in front of him, and then he met Kim Jong-ming with a very serious expression. "I feel that this kind of thing is some insights and summary of what people have experienced after they grow up. As long as it is a better way to make things more sense, it is natural to make money."

Jin Zhongming didn't say anything, but just turned his fingers in the air, signaling the other party to continue talking.

"At a long time, the initial impression of making money came from his parents." Bai Changzhu poured himself a full glass of soju and then pulled away his feelings about making money. "They sold barbecue. At that time, they felt that their family was poor and went out to sell midnight snacks. They had to prepare ingredients from the daytime, and then worked hard to set up stalls at night, and various family issues such as off-season peak seasons, but the money they made in the end was so small and so difficult. Then one day I saw those people who collected protection fees, namely the police and the gangsters. They didn't do anything, each family collected a little, and they could have a free meal, and in the end they could take so much money? Then I naturally envied and jealous of them."

"So you got into the industry?" Kim Jong-ming asked himself a good audience and knew when to support the actor.

"Yes!" Bai Changshu sighed. "My grades are very poor. If I can't get into the police academy, I will naturally be a gangster. So I followed others to collect protection fees and fight. After only half a year of tranquility, I became the one who actually collected protection fees."

"This is slow enough to turn right."

"Yes, it's really slow, but I was still very happy at that time. I thought I didn't have to be chased by my dad to work on a construction site. But after becoming a real gangster, I realized that it was not easy to collect protection fees." Bai Changzhu smiled bitterly. "Eighty percent of the brothers above, and the four or five brothers below also have to divide a little. In order to build a good relationship, I have to drink with the nearby police. The other formal gangsters drank together to make face. As a result, after three months, I found that the money I made was not as good as when I went to the construction site to work seriously. Then I thought, I must be the elder brother who divided the 80% of the members!"

Kim Jong-ming grinned, he had guessed what was happening later.

"My stomach was cut open once, and I was stabbed three times on my thigh. I was slashed by others twice, and I dealt with the boss with one. Anyway, I became the eldest brother later, and then I found that I was helpless after getting the protection fee! Although 80% of the money was in my hands, I actually had to transfer 30% to pay tribute to the bigger brother, and I had to divide it into another wave to the higher-level police. The bosses in different regions had to show off their pretense when they met and pretended to be faced. But the most terrible thing

It was in those days that Seoul's public security battled for territories and fights every day for night markets. Whenever they fight, they either went into the bureau or were killed. So whoever they were arrested by the police, I had to take care of their family members for them or just seize people. If anyone was cut, I had to pay medical expenses. So, the boss who collected protection fees, I really hoped that Seoul's public security would be better! Every time I elected, I would listen carefully to the electoral strategies of those electors who said they wanted to rectify the public security, and I would lead my brother to vote for whom."

This time it was not only Kim Jong-ming, but also Jia Chao and Wang Zhongbing, who could hear it, laughed. The black boss was determined to support the government in rectifying public order. This is really ironic!

"Later." Bai Changzhu smiled himself, but after laughing, he was a little bitter. "I finally found a more sensible way to make money, that is, go to those real big places to collect protection fees! However, after grabbing the big places, I still felt that it was the same as before, so I continued to evolve and hope to open my own store!"

Jin Zhongming and others stopped laughing.

"You are also black when you open a store. Even if there were several stores at that time, you can sit in the store like a decent person and drink and spank every day. You can even have a strong reputation to adjust the dispute today and have a glass of wine with a prosecutor tomorrow. But in fact, since you are still black, those bigger people, whether white or black, can still be charged your protection fee in various ways for no reason! Then I envy those who have nothing to do with black!"

"So a certain star sued him to prison?"

"That's right!" Bai Changzhu nodded seriously. "I only realized after entering prison that money, power, and reputation are all tradeable. After gaining knowledge, I came out to pay a visit to the real big wharf. I was determined to wash it clean without expecting it to turn white, and I was already very content if I could turn gray!"

"But did you realize that serious business also requires a protection fee?" Kim Jong-ming leaned over and asked with a little drunk. "It's like your company, although it's much faster than in a nightclub, it's still necessary to pay various forms of protection fees for no reason? But this protection fee is not only money, but also things like labor."

Bai Changzhu didn't say a word, but just lowered his head and smiled dryly and drank another drink.

"But do you know?" Kim Jong-ming sneered slightly. "Your way of making money is actually very low-end? That's because Lee Jae-hyun was so poor that he had to do this. It's not a good deal!"

Bai Changzhu's eyelids shrank slightly.

"Look at Samsung's company. They don't want any unreasonable money. They don't let the company save any secret funds for themselves, nor do they want to work for themselves for free, and they even pay honestly if they find an advertisement. But in fact, Samsung gets much more profits from companies that seem to be unrelated every year than those who earn serious money for you! They get stuck in the upstream and downstream of the company, and shears openly!"

Bai Changzhu just pursed his lips and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Do you think that such knowledge is already your limit? You think it is already very powerful? Is it because you have seen such things that you respect me, a person worth 4 trillion yuan?" Kim Jong-ming asked jokingly. "You, although you have much more social experience than me, you are much younger than me in terms of capital!"

Bai Changshu finally couldn't help but turn his head and look at Kim Jong-ming again. His knowledge did end here.

"There are actually many things inside the higher floor." Jin Zhongming raised his glass and touched the other party. "But the appearance is complicated and the inside is similar, such as my famous charity, and the things on the stock market."

Bai Changzhu can no longer understand.

"But if you can go up a little further, you should think seriously about it. Han Hua, Han Jin, Pohang Iron, S, Samsung and other giants. You will find that they monopolize all of one or more fields of the country. This concept of wealth has nothing to do with market value, and even with the economic environment, because they are already proportional to this country. For example, anyone who works in South Korea will either be excluded by Han Jin, who is a loser, or will be swallowed up naturally, because South Korea's aviation industry is Han Jin! This is called monopoly, so Han Jin will not let it fall! This is called the new era of retreat with the country!"

Bai Changzhu opened his mouth and didn't dare to say anything.

"But" Kim Jong-ming smiled himself. "There is another more advanced one, but you must have realized the way it works, and you have realized it very early."

"Of course, government, politics, taxation! Nothing is missing from them." Bai Changzhu nodded repeatedly. "I have understood this thing since I became a gangster!"

"You probably don't understand." Kim Jong-ming continued to laugh. He kept laughing all night. "Whether it is the political arena or the things you just saw, in fact, from the level where you feel the threshold, the rules of the game in Korea are nothing more than the word capital! And after all, the secret of capital is to force others to buy their own things with their own wealth, but the number, range, and purchase form are slightly different. Don't understand? It's normal to not understand, because you are a person without capital. You are just a stinky rag that looks sophisticated and powerful, but in fact it's just a stinky rag that is used by those people to rub off the dirty things on their feet! You really don't have the right to be there to be both good and messy. At least I don't think you are not qualified to be confused about my things, right?"

After saying that, Kim Jong-ming stared at the other party with a smile and quietly waited for the other party's reaction. Bai Chang-soo's reaction was also very interesting. He was stunned for a few minutes before he started to change his face. His face was blue and white, but in the end it only turned into a defense that seemed extremely powerless:

"I don't understand!"

Kim Jong-ming sighed and said nothing, and the barbecue stall only had a sizzling sound.

"The roasted pork liver is ready." After a few minutes of strange silence, it was the owner of the barbecue stall who broke the silence.

"Thank you." Jin Zhongming took the plate handed over from the other side.

"It's Park Won-soon." Bai Chang-soo suddenly spoke. "I'm asking you for your blessing. I'm working with him in the matter. The one sentence he showed at that time could change the direction of public opinion and make me a black man turn white really scared and fascinated. An Cheol-soo has his own gloves and looks down on me, so I found Park Won-soon. When you bought the security company a while ago, he instructed me to wedge nails and hold back."

"Excellent big shot, ah?" Kim Jong-ming asked back sarcastically. "But why did you still say it?"

"I'm a little afraid of you." Bai Changzhu's answer was very serious, but the logic in his words was a bit strange. "Because you are very rich and young, and I am already the best boss in the cool world."

Jin Zhongming refused to comment.

"I won't say much about the meaning of being rich. You are very thorough. It's called capital. You can mobilize some resources that people like us don't understand at all, but you may not understand the meaning of the three words "Bai Changzhu continued to explain seriously. "In our industry, the better people are, the softer they are! We are afraid of everything, not only are you and the higher people in the government, but also those at the bottom, that is, young people and honest people. But to some extent, the latter is even more terrifying. After all, people with capital can be reasonable, analyze and give you bones, but young people and honest people won't care about these things. They will really light up the knife when they are angry and stab them in. The reason why I'm afraid of you is that. You are too young, and I'm afraid that I don't want to plot and slap me to death!"

Kim Jong-ming still didn't say anything, but Bai Chang-soo opened up.

"In fact, although the underworld is layer by layer, it is not the traditional pyramid structure, because the most intimidating thing that survives in the shadow of the state machine is not the ones who are the bosses, but the young people who hold a watermelon knife in their arms to collect protection fees, the young people who are not even considered gangsters, and the lowest-level people who are bullied by gangsters but are still patient."

Kim Jong-ming nodded, he knew Bai Chang-soo was right!

Kim Jong-ming has never studied the underworld, but he understands history and has learned related contexts. The underworld in South Korea is roughly divided into three levels.

First of all, the variants of the honest man at the bottom of the bottom after picking up the knife. The fishermen at the port of Busan and the sedimentation in the colander of the China Street in Seoul were all like this. The fishermen in Busan were oppressed by capitalists and wanted to say something with fish killing knives, and then they had the foundation of Busan's gangsters. Seoul China Street is located in the most prosperous area, but was suppressed by the government intentionally or unintentionally. When the surrounding area of ​​Han River miracle became that kind of high-end location, this street that brought together a large number of overseas Chinese without any improvement naturally became the lowest point in the entire Seoul area. All dirty things will be gathered there, and overseas Chinese and Koreans who were unfairly treated would naturally choose to pick up the knife.

This is the case all over the world. This is the origin of the gangster since ancient times, it is the soil! It is the system and light of your society that cannot reach this place. Only the people there will try to establish a pathological order by themselves when seeking survival! It is not just a black boss like Bai Changzhu? From his perspective, he is afraid that the rich and powerful self who was stabbed to death by an eyeless gangster or an honest man who was bullied enough was also afraid of these people. The big figures at the upper level are even more afraid of these people, because they know very well that it is themselves who created all this.

Then, let’s put aside this big social topic and then go on. Starting from the two eras, Korean gangs will reach contact with the upper class after they develop to a certain level. This is actually a common principle that has been common throughout the world throughout the ages. However, the Italian mafia is qualified to set up his own business, and can compete with Italy for the hearts of the people. Chinese gangs can raise money for Sun Dapao to build a party. Japanese gangs can also be rooted in various lower-level industries. Trade unions can form their own social discourse power, while Korean gangs can only be dogs.

Finally, the one who injected a little vitality into the Korean gang is the ronin culture of the Japanese occupation era. Some social dynamic elements who aim to engage in politics actively participate or use this power. This is actually a concrete transformation of the political thugs mentioned just now. However, the Korean gang has shown its best vitality so far, and has made people pay more attention to them.

Among them, Kim Doohan undoubtedly became the spiritual godfather and spokesperson of all Korean gangs because of his representativeness, but that's all.
To be continued...