s: Sometimes, I really feel that I can save it.

"Kim Jong-ming!" As soon as the three girls there walked away, Mayor Yin took his face without hesitation. "You can eat food and not talk nonsense. You want to slander me, the mayor of the Republic of Korea's Guangyu City, arsonist?!"

"Ah!" Kim Jong-ming suddenly realized. "It's true. I shouldn't say anything without evidence. Then... Maybe Mayor Yin, you are just a purely good person, who comes to save my life without seeking repaid. But the one who sets the fire... is Bishop Kim Hee-jung?"

After looking around, Kim Jong-ming suddenly grabbed Kim Hee-jung, assistant bishop of the Archdiocese of Gwangju who had just sat down.

Kim Hee-jung shivered directly, then quickly drew a cross on his chest: "I am a serving the Lord, how could I do such a sinful thing?"

Kim Jong-ming shook his head repeatedly: "That's not necessarily the case. I think Principal Jin next door was the Elder Jin of the Lingguang Society. He is also a devout Catholic and claims to serve the Lord. But he is a beast in clothes and what he does is much disgusting than setting fires. So it's not unimaginable that you, a bishop, come to set fires. Maybe you are also a beast in clothes and... right?"

Kim Hee-jung was absent. He wanted to say that I was transferred from Seoul only in 2007. You should go to Choi Chang-woo who was there for those scandals in the church before... But how could he say such words?

"And if you think so..." Kim Jong-ming continued to pull the other party's arm thoughtfully and speculate. "Your Master Jin, you still have a motive! Look, in recent days, many believers of your tutors came to our crew's doors to sing and protesting, saying that our movies affected the image of the Lord... You also have such thoughts and then hold a grudge against me, right?"

"How is that possible?" Jin Hee-jung was about to cry. As an assistant bishop, the future bishop of the archdiocese, he would not be held by others, and never encountered such a hooligan style? And more importantly, judging by this attitude, the other party seemed to really go out to frame himself with the media. If you can't tell the clarity, wouldn't your hard work for the past four years be ruined? "It's not what I did!"

"What didn't you do?" Kim Jong-ming chased after him. "Is it not yours that you did this fire, or is it that you did the trouble that encouraged believers to come and find me before?"

"It's not my fault!" Jin Hee-jung was so excited that she was so scared. Why did this guy nail himself to death? "I have only been in Gwangju for four years, how could I motivate believers? How could I do something like setting fire to the school? This is a Catholic charity school!"

"So that's it." Kim Jong-ming nodded convincingly. "The reason is very good... it's as good as Mayor Yin's reason. So what's the correction? It's not just the school, but the playground behind the school didn't burn at all... Instead, my set was completely burned! Remember?"

"Remember!" Bishop Jin Hee-jung nodded repeatedly.

"That's good." Kim Jong-ming immediately put down the other party's arm and turned to Bishop Choi Chang-woo.

"Biss Choi?" Kim Jong-ming bent down and asked loudly. "Do you still have a good ear? If you can hear it... please tell me, Biss Kim Hee-jung said just now that he doesn't have the prestige and encourage the church members, but you have been in Gwangju for half your life, probably because of this prestige, right?"

Everyone in the room was stunned. How dare this guy? It was okay to scare Kim Hee-jung before, after all, he was just an assistant bishop, a spare tire! But Choi Chang-woo is the only three archdiocese bishops in South Korea. Not to mention his prestige and age, this position alone can make him have a chance to rank in front of the Pope!

However, the old priest cooperated very well. The old man raised his head and smiled kindly, then shook his head: "It's not me. Mr. Jin... I've found the wrong person."

"So that's it." Kim Jong-ming suddenly realized again. "It's good to have the position of bishop. You can just say it clean. Look at the policeman with two flowers hanging on it. Usually, the deputy director or director nodded without thinking after hearing this. Then you said, if I become you, the bishop, wouldn't I be able to kill people and set fire on part-time? No one dares to take care of it anyway?"

"You're enough of Kim Jong-ming!" Yoon Zhuang-hyun slapped the table directly. "Speak whatever you want, why bother Bishop Choi?"

"Can't you harass me?" Kim Jong-ming sneered and greeted him without showing any weakness. "Not to mention the economic losses, I was almost burned to death there... Why can't I harass you? Will the mayor and the bishop kill and set fire?! I think the example of Elder Jin is fake? Who dares to say it is fake? Let's stand up now!"

The quiet needle in the command center could be heard, to be precise, it was so quiet that Jin Zhongming could hear it, because no one dared to breathe.

"Just because of such a garbage... You mayors, directors, deputy directors, directors, bishops, elders, and deacons obstruct us, a crew that makes movies! If you say you are good people, then put the garbage together with your actions to protect him, let the whole country guess whether you are good people, and let the whole country analyze for me why you, such a good group of good people, have to maintain such a garbage... Are you okay?"

"Why is no one talking? I don't understand... You smart people don't know if you are seeking death by tying yourself to a garbage?"

"Aren't you afraid of exposure or being poked open? Now there is a more terrifying way than making a movie. In an hour, no one of the three major newspapers and five major websites will be missing... They will dig out all your underwear for the people of the whole country to see!"

"Okay!" Yin Zhuangxian finally spoke with a gloomy face. "You are cruel, we are so simple. Now let's raise your conditions..."

Kim Jong-ming ignored him.

"Oh!" Yin Zhuangxian reacted. "What... Mr. Kim Jong-ming suffered such losses. If it were the fire I, Yin Zhuangxian, could it be settled privately? OK? There is no recorder!"

"Of course." Jin Zhongming grinned. "I have always been kind to others, and forgive others if I have to..."

Many people immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"First of all, material loss... There is nothing to talk about." As he said that, Kim Jong-ming opened Sika's bag and found the thick list. "It's burned all... Although I can find familiar film companies, such as temporarily borrowing equipment with SB, I have to pay me according to the market price... This is a list, in multiple copies. In addition to the general list I carry with me, there are also lists of various categories in the hands of each group leader of the crew who has been home on holiday. You can compare them with them..."

"How much does it cost?" Someone instinctively glanced at Elder Li of the Lingguang Society. There was no doubt that the wool came from the sheep, and the financial affairs must be taken care of by the rich church.

"I don't know the specific... but you can find the market price of all equipment online, just use the calculator to calculate it yourself." Kim Jong-ming responded indifferently. "But don't worry, it's not a great number, it's less than 20 billion won. It's not as valuable as the building I donated to Seoul this year..."

"Two hundred billion?!" Elder Li shouted directly, and everyone else looked angry.

"This is the most basic one." Kim Jong-ming picked up the list and took a few shots on the report stand. "If you can't even talk about this, what else can you say?"

"Mr. Kim Jong-ming..." Elder Li responded with a little sadness and anger. "For you, 20 billion won may be just the money donated within one year, but for us, 20 billion is almost the entire net worth..."

"Then why do you still set fire?" Jin Zhongming asked expressionlessly.

"No one set fire!" Yin Zhuangxian interrupted in anger.

"Oh!" Jin Zhongming raised his eyebrows. "Then in other words, Li Changde has no 20 billion. Who can give you the courage to find me?"

Li Changde immediately became depressed.

"No matter what... 20 billion is still too much." Yin Zhuangxian glanced at Bishop Choi Changwu with his eyes drooping, and persuaded him. He knew very well that at this level, it could only be produced by the church, and he had to obtain the church production. In this case, Bishop Choi Changwu's attitude was the key.

"Since Mayor Yin has spoken." Kim Jong-ming snorted coldly. "Reduce 100 million!"

Now, Yin Zhuangxian was also held back.

"Can we allow us to discuss it?" a man in his fifties suddenly spoke.

"Who is this?" Kim Jong-ming looked at Yoon Zhuang-hyun and said to the man.

"Vice President Wang of Gwangju Education University." Yin Zhuangxian explained weakly. "The Director of Gwangju Education Department ten years ago."

"What a great official." Jin Zhongming nodded. "That's for five minutes for the sake of the former director... I'll go out and squat at the door, and make sure I'll be there anytime on call."

After saying that, Kim Jong-ming really went out with his hands behind his back, not even holding his sister's private shoulder bag.

"Everyone tell me!" Yin Zhuangxian said, but his eyes were fixed on Bishop Cui who seemed to be asleep.

"Everyone." Jin Xizhong glanced at the bishop next to him and finally returned to his calm image. "The Spiritual Light Club did a bit too much this time. For the glory of the Lord, we are willing to bear some responsibilities, one hundred billion..."

"Impossible!" Yin Zhuangxian replied bluntly. "Either you won't come out, and then everyone will look ugly together, or you will be responsible for all the finances! Let's not talk about this nonsense, and don't think that everyone is a fool. 30% of the loan shark companies in South Korea belong to Caoxi Sect, and 30% of yours. What tricks do you still play with us here when pulling a hair?"

Jin Hee-jung smiled bitterly: "Mayor Yin... This is going to be taken over! Finances must be made public! The church property is not misappropriated by our diocese... And what I said about 10 billion means that the spirit will take out half of it, and our bishop will take out half of it... This is already the limit..."

"Isn't it enough to have 10 billion on one side?" Yin Zhuangxian had no intention of letting go of the other party. "After all, this matter is still counted on the dead Elder Jin. He is from your church, and this time you happened to be the one who caused the trouble first! You must be responsible!"

"Mayor Yin." Li Changde suddenly spoke. "In fact, Kim Jong-ming doesn't have any key things in hand. He relies on nothing more than having money, so he burned so many things to bury himself to guide public opinion. And among them... I am frank, our church has the responsibility to be unable to escape, but today's Secretary Han's appearance is also an important weight in his hand? After all, this is just a business... Whoever draws money will be responsible for smoothing out the accounts... Secretary Han..."

Li Changde spoke slowly the more he said, because Yin Zhuangxian's face became darker and darker with his words.

"Li Changde." Yin Zhuangxian asked coldly. "Are you afraid of Kim Jong-ming and the church? Are you not afraid of me?"

Elder Li immediately stopped talking.

"Or else just tear the face apart!" The deputy director of the Police Department felt like he was completely over. "No matter how much of our government functional departments are still well-known. Is it wrong for the church members to come to demonstrate and we sent people to patrol? A colleague from the Education Department asked him to ensure that the video did not cross the line and made a mistake? Setting fire is indeed a huge hat... but everyone may not be able to resist it! Anyway, except for Secretary Han, the rest of him is just unfounded..."

"Do you still want me to open Seung-hui now, so that everything will be fine?" Yoon Zhuang-hyun immediately pointed the artillery fire at the deputy director. "I tell you, the surname Liu, I want to destroy you, Moon Jae-in, and I can't stop you!"

The deputy director smiled, but he didn't dare to speak more.

"Mayor... Why bother?" The police station stopped, and the welfare station spoke again. "We are not unaware of Secretary Han's grievances. Let's do this. You opened him today. After the New Year, let's find an opportunity to let him go to Jeolla Nandao to choose a member of the MP? Let's work together to let him choose with his eyes closed..."

"Do you want to die?" Yin Zhuangxian's face turned blue because the director of the Welfare Hall was his own! "I'll help you now if I want to die!"

"Mayor, I'm doing this for your own good!" The other party was not afraid at all, but talked freely. "Everyone is willing to take you as the leader. Is it true that you can lead everyone to make progress, right? If you are implicated, then we naturally have no choice but to block the gun for you... But since that's the case, shouldn't Secretary Han take responsibility for you and everyone now? It's not his life..."

"You're thinking too much..." At this moment, Secretary Han, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke, but his tone was very calm. "No one can escape today... Do you really think that Kim Jong-ming only has this little preparation?"

"What does Secretary Han mean?" The Deputy Director Liu from the Police Department just now asked sarcastically. "Does we think too much or you think too much? If it weren't for your nerves today, why would we be so passive?"

"You also know that I ran over because of my nerves?" Secretary Han had no intention of being angry at all.

"Ghost..." Deputy Director Liu suddenly got stuck there. He was not a fool, and he couldn't be the deputy director. In fact, when the other party said this, he immediately reacted. Secretary Han could not have come to find the other party to save Kim Jong-ming's life. In other words, his arrival should be just an accident for Kim Jong-ming, but since that's the case, where was the original backup plan for Kim Jong-ming to restrain him and others? Was he stupid? He set fire directly without any preparation? If Secretary Han didn't come today, could he temporarily change the list to 2 billion? Such a thick list, one by one, was prepared early! Even the deputy director didn't have to look at it. Any surviving boxes in the fire scene would definitely be on the right side of the list!

Now all the smart people were a little panicked, and even Bishop Cui opened his eyes slightly.

"Let Kim Jong-ming come in!" Yin Zhuang-hyun swallowed. He didn't care about being angry now, but he just vaguely felt that things were going to be big. "Let him reveal his bottom!"

"It's snowing outside!" Kim Jong-ming pointed to the outside seriously as soon as he came in. "I think this is injustice! The friends of the Gwangju Human Rights Council have already arrived, and they also feel that there is injustice, so they are very angry... But I have persuaded them, but after a while, the crew members gathered again, I probably won't be able to control the scene. At that time, with the Seoul media, the chemical reaction should be very interesting..."

"Give it aside!" Yin Zhuangxian waved his hands powerlessly.

"What's the bottom?" Jin Zhongming laughed at the left and right.

"Don't do anything to cover up." Mayor Yin pointed at the people around him. "The people who can gather here are actually the parties involved. Let me just say... If you don't have anything new... I will fire Secretary Han immediately, and then we all gritted our teeth and pushed hard together. Two hundred billion is too much."

Jin Zhongming glanced at Secretary Han who was still black, but the other party did not respond at all.

"Speak!" Yin Zhuangxian became impatient.

"Actually!" Jin Zhongming came to his senses and smiled. "I don't hide it from you, it's nothing... it's just a recorder."

"Don't say you recorded it just now." The director of the Welfare Department said with a dark face. "If you do that, you may not be able to survive in the future... It's not good to break the rules! Of course, people of your age like to call it the rules of the game..."

"Of course I'm not that..." Kim Jong-ming curled his lips. "I'm talking about what happened a few nights ago... On the east side of Gwangju Ramada Plaza, the second floor of a high-end club called Missoli, and in the westernmost private room...Do you remember?"

Except for Bishop Choi, Mayor Yin and Secretary Han, almost everyone raised their heads in horror.

"I remember it was the guests invited by Elder Li... All of you here except Bishop Cui, are basically here?" Jin Zhongming looked around. "Why do you say a few words and I can see if you can tell someone?"

There is an insider! This is the thought in everyone's mind.

"Among them... Deputy Director Liu seemed a little unrestrained. As soon as Mayor Yin left, he patted his chest and said how close he had to consultant Wen in Busan. He didn't need to look at Mayor Yin's face... It's too much. How could a person like Consultant Wen behave like to keep others looking good-looking garbage?"

Yin Zhuangxian looked back at the Deputy Director Liu, and an inexplicable pleasure arose in his heart.

Although the deputy director of the Police Department trembled his lips after hearing this, he did not dare to send out half of the syllable because he knew that Kim Jong-ming's words were not aimless. With Moon Jae-in's temper, if he really heard the recording of those words, he would probably have to die first and then say something else.

"And Elder Li," Kim Jong-ming continued to recall. "You are quite overdoing. Before, I was honestly like a pug in front of me, why did you turn around and jump up and down?"

Li Changde lowered his head and said nothing.

"But what I don't understand the most are those two." Kim Jong-ming frowned. "Principal An... are there any conflicts between us?"

"They asked me to go... I dare not not go!" Principal An Minjin, who cried bitterly as soon as he came in, and then disappeared, was now trembling with his legs.

"And Bishop Kim Hee-jung..." Kim Jong-ming didn't waste time on An Min-jin, but looked at Kim Hee-jung. "I came up and suspected that you set fire to you was not in vain... Just the righteous indignation you showed to me that night, let alone setting fire to the set and school, it is possible to tie me to the cross to make barbecue, right?"
To be continued...