In Apgujeongdong, Gangnam, Seoul, there is a police station on the west side of the south end of Donghu Bridge.

Well, to be honest, Korean police stations, especially police stations in such places, can basically be divided into two categories according to day and night:

During the day, I usually give people a guide, and occasionally I will lend the bathroom in the police station. If I meet an older person, the enthusiastic police comrades will usually ask whether they need tissues.

As for the evening, the work is harder, because every night the people in the police station have to deal with the drunk urban men and women on the streets in the responsible section.

After all, according to regulations, these people who drink too much cannot die on the street, they cannot freeze to death in winter, and they cannot suffocate to death in summer, and even if they really die, they cannot affect the morning rush hour the next day?! So if it really doesn't work, the police even need to throw some clueless drunk people into the trash can!

That’s right, this is also a good way, it is warm, keeps it clean and does not hinder traffic! It’s three goals in one go!

If that is the case, everyone can naturally understand the trembling and carefulness of the police comrades in the police station at this time. By the way, if you want to deal with drunks, they are of course knowledgeable and not afraid of any type of drunks! But if you want to talk about reporters, and from website reporters, newspaper reporters, and all the reporters from TV stations, they will be blind. In fact, from the evening to the night now, the number of reporters this group of police officers may have encountered more than the total number of reporters they can see in other times in their lifetime!

"Isn't it just a slap? Why do these reporters really take it seriously??" At 11 o'clock in the evening, I finally managed to deal with a group of people. A little fat man policeman walked back while yawning.

By the way, as the youngest junior policeman in the police station, after being blocked by reporters and Kim Jong-ming who heard the news, he was sent to take a record by his seniors. It was also because of this that he had to come forward again and again to deal with the reporters who came after hearing the news.

To be honest, it was a bit fresh at the beginning, but the number of times and the weather was really hot, which made people gradually feel upset, let alone that they had to routinely deal with drunks in more than an hour!

"What do you know?" An older policeman next to him shook his head weakly at this time. "Although it's just a slap, it depends on who hits it, and also on the cause and effect. This conflict between upper-class people and artists are involved in it. Isn't the media like seeing a fishy cat?"

"I did the transcript." The policeman Xiaopang was still a little dissatisfied. "Director, you waited for someone to leave and came out of the toilet. You only signed and reported it after reading it. You said, what can you say about the broken thing?"

"Dingling..."

Just as the old policeman was about to continue to talk a few words to show his majesty, the phone ringing on the table rang again. Now, the policemen in the duty room all turned pale, as if they were scared by this thing tonight. Who knows which leader told them which media was coming to interview him!

It's already eleven o'clock in the evening, why are those reporters not bothering?!

Helplessly, the little fat man policeman picked up the microphone at the urging of his seniors. After a few seconds, as the phone hung up, his face turned pale when he was still a little angry: "Director, it's not the media, but the phone number from the Procuratorate Office, or asking about this case, saying that it was Prosecutor General Lee from the Seoul Local Inspection Office will arrive immediately and ask us two policemen who signed the signature to be asked to be questioned here..."

As soon as this was said, the other policemen stood up without reminding the director, preparing to start sweeping the drunkard tonight in advance. The old director also looked dazed, as if he had lost his mind due to heatstroke... A slap in the face, even if a prosecutor was required to file a case, one of the only thirteen highest officials of the local examination hall in the Republic of Korea, his immediate superior, the Prosecutor General Lee... As for it?!

"Don't waste time," although Prosecutor General Li was already a little gray-haired, he acted simply. As soon as he entered the door and introduced himself, he lay on the sofa with a gray-haired person who was accompanying him, and then started to ask questions. "You two are the parties involved. What's going on in this case today? Let's talk about it?"

The old policeman looked at Xiaopang brother with some helplessness and nervousness. Although as the director, he had to sign the letter, in fact, when there was chaos outside today, he hid in the toilet as soon as possible. So, if he wanted to deal with the super big brand attorney general in front of him, he would probably have to count on the Xiaopang brother beside him.

"Prosecutor General, this is the thing." Xiaopang's policeman probably saw too many big names and reporters today, and he seemed quite brave. He reported everything as soon as he sat down. "At that time, Mr. Jin Zhongming had already surrounded many reporters before he came..."

"Wait." After all, the senior prosecutor was experienced. He heard something was wrong in the first sentence. He glanced at the middle-aged man in a regular uniform with a calm face beside him, and then continued to ask. "Before Kim Jong-ming arrived, the reporter arrived first... Are you sure?"

"I...sure." Faced with the doubts of the boss who was separated from him at countless levels, Xiaopang nodded a little nervously and instinctively looked at his director.

"That's right." The old policeman nodded affirmatively. "The reporter came first, and he couldn't even get in and out of the door. Later, he also recommended several representatives to squeeze into the duty room, which made us confused. But we were just a police station, and we couldn't even say a tough word, let alone drive away the media..."

"Don't say this nonsense." The old prosecutor interrupted the other party impatiently. "Although I'm very angry at the media's presence, I understand your difficulties at that time. The inspection hall will not blame you for this... Let's continue, and be more concise."

"Yes." The director nodded quickly. "It took five or six minutes for the reporters to arrive. Mr. Kim Jong-ming and Miss Cheng Soo-jing came in together, and then our busy young master Xiaopang was responsible for the direct transcripts."

Prosecutor Li naturally turned his attention to Xiaopang's policeman.

"Yes." Xiaopang brother also quickly continued. "Jin, Mr. Jin said he wanted to surrender as soon as he came in. I was shocked at first. I thought it was a big case and thought about notifying the inspection office immediately and dispersing the media. But he immediately explained that he was just fighting with someone in the backstage of the TV station and slapped the other party. And as a public figure, there was no need to hide anything. Then I felt relieved and took a record, and finally signed and reported it."

"No need to be so brief." The old prosecutor was a little helpless. "I actually came here for this record... Let's do this, I'll ask you a few specific questions."

"yes!"

"According to the transcript, Kim Jong-ming claimed that he just slapped the other party?"

"That's right."

"Didn't he say that he continued to punch him later?" the old prosecutor asked seriously with a frown.

"I didn't say much, but I also mentioned it specifically." Xiaopang replied quickly. "Since it has nothing to do with this incident, it was not written in the transcript."

"How do you say this?" Prosecutor General Li's brows were already frowned into the word "Chuan". "Is it the same thing as a slap plus a punch and just a slap?"

"That's right." Xiaopang explained quickly. "He did say that he was out of control at that time. After slapping his right hand, he followed up with another punch with his left hand out of instinct. But as soon as he touched the other person, he realized that his left hand had broken bones because his bones had been broken before filming, so he not only lost his strength, but instead felt so painful that he squatted down.

"In other words," Prosecutor Li couldn't help but sigh. "What he meant is that his left hand was caused by filming before, and he had a serious fracture before being hit?"

"Hey!" The policeman of Xiaopang became more and more nervous. "This matter has been in the newspaper before, so it should be fine, right?"

"Is that true?" Then it was the old prosecutor's turn to become a little confused.

"That's it." Xiaopang brother quickly explained. "It was at the end of last month. He filmed a police and gangster film adapted from a very popular online comic. For the last fight scene, Mingdong was blocked. Then, it was reported that his whole scene was very well-rounded. In the first scene, he was scratched many times by a glass cup. The last scene was hit more realistically and he kicked the car with one punch..."

"Are you sure?!" Prosecutor Li still seemed to be a little reluctant to believe this statement.

"Chief of the Procuratorate." The old policeman next to him stood up again to relieve the siege. "You can know this kind of thing that you can just browse through the Internet, and it is impossible to fake it! In fact, I also have an impression of this news. If it weren't for the Chief of the Communist Party's visit to the United States and the later scandal of the Blue House, this news might have made headlines..."

"Cough!" Prosecutor Li coughed dryly, then looked at the person beside him, and then continued to say. "I understand. In short, it is known to everyone that Kim Jong-ming's left hand was injured. Even if he personally admitted that he punched the other party at that time, you... and the media present at that time all agreed that his punch was meaningless, so they were too lazy to mention it. Is this what it means?"

"yes!"

"This is difficult." The prosecutor finally formally looked at the peer around him for the first time.

"Prosecutor General Li, let's finish the transcript first and discuss these issues." The handsome old man with gray hair shook his head, but did not talk much, but from a simple conversation, the status of these two people seemed to be equal.

"There is one more thing." The old prosecutor turned around and continued his cross-examination. "It clearly stated in the transcript that Kim Jong-ming claimed that it was because the other party offended his female companion, Jung Soo-jin, in his words, that was so angry that he slapped him directly... Is this true?"

"That's right."

"Then did he describe the scene in front of the reporters specifically?"

"I didn't say too much." As the other party asked, Xiaopang's policeman became more and more serious and serious. "Mr. Kim Jong-ming told me that Miss Jung Soo-jin was spoiled by him and was not very sensible. Seeing that he kept talking outside, he asked Miss Park Cho-long, who happened to be out of the standby room, to call him. Unexpectedly, he and Minister Zhang were not very happy to talk here. In addition, Minister Zhang had just taken office, and seemed to have little clear about some personnel and affairs in the entertainment industry this year, so he took some verbal anger, and he accidentally offended Mr. Kim Jong-ming, which angered him..."

"So it was Jung Soo-jin who asked Park Cho-long to call him... This is not a real power." The old prosecutor thought for a moment, but shook his head again. "However, Kim Jong-ming's words sounded like he and Minister Zhang had already fallen into a critical state because of discussing something. Later, Park Cho-long's appearance or Jung Soo-jin's message was no different from the stuffy weather. It was the effect of a last straw that broke the camel's back?"

"That's what it means." Xiaopang nodded seriously. "But we can't infer or record such things. If we fall into the transcript, we can only say that it is 'offending the female companion in words'..."

"That's true." Prosecutor General Lee nodded helplessly and continued to ask. "However, did Kim Jong-ming really not mention what issues he was discussing with Minister Zhang before? Even if it was a hint of words?"

"If you say this, it's probably really interesting." Xiaopang Brother suddenly felt a little energetic. "He felt a little concealed about this, but he could not help but leak some specific information. Of course, he finally said that he didn't want to talk too much about business matters, so we didn't have to ask."

"What information is missing?" The old prosecutor became more and more worried.

"It's just that MBC is currently in chaos and poor performance, personnel adjustments are too scammers, and what affects the investment of CUBE... and so on!" Xiaopang's policeman recalled seriously. "Although I don't know anything about these, I can also feel from his words that it seems that this newly appointed Minister Zhang did something angry and resentful in MBC, and may have a direct interest relationship with CUBE, which aroused Mr. Kim Jong-ming's strong dissatisfaction. This seems to be the real reason for beating people."

"You think so, no wonder the reporters think about this." The old prosecutor shook his head helplessly. "The last question."

"yes."

"Did Kim Jong-ming mention that there were many witnesses at the scene?"

"certainly."

"Did you say that our judicial system can ask these people to testify or ask questions for verification?"

"No...but he has a speech that impressed me about this."

"Speak and listen."

"That's right." Xiaopang replied seriously. "When writing the transcript, Miss Zheng Xiujing interrupted a lot to confirm Mr. Kim Jong-ming's statement, and then I suddenly remembered... Although everyone knows that Miss Zheng Xiujing and Mr. Kim Jong-ming's relationship is extremely close, they are actually not related by blood! According to the law, her words should be considered a formal testimony, so I planned to record Miss Zheng Xiujing's words separately and then let her sign them."

"What is the reasonably handled? How do you say it?"

"Mr. Kim Jong-ming refused directly." The policeman of Xiaopang replied thoughtfully. "He told me that although Jung Soo-jin and Park Cho-long can both testify as witnesses, in fact, everyone knows that Jung Soo-jin is his sister, Park Cho-long is his junior sister and company contracted artist, so even if he points to his big white dog and says it is black, then these two people will help color without hesitation... Since that is the case, this kind of witness testimony is naturally meaningless."

"This is true!" The old prosecutor patted his knee, but glanced at his companion next to him and immediately continued to ask. "Then, did he continue to say something?"

"Oh." The policeman from Xiaopang looked at the other party seriously and replied. "I remember very clearly. After saying this, Mr. Jin Zhongming turned around and smiled and continued to say something to the onlookers. He said: 'This is like the MBC senior executives present at that time. They can also testify for their minister from a legal perspective, but if you believe it or not, just say it'!"

"Ha!" The old prosecutor finally couldn't help but shake his head and smile. "I guessed that they wouldn't forget this patch!"

"Prosecutor General Li." The handsome old man next to him turned sideways and reminded him. "If you have finished asking, can we discuss the problem?"

"What Secretary Zheng said even!" Prosecutor Li narrowed his eyes slightly.

"We... are about to go out on duty." After hearing the name of secretary, the police station director's eyelids jumped instinctively, and then immediately pulled Xiaopang brother Xiaopang and stood up. "Prosecutor General Li, and... two of you are free, just call us at any time if you have something to do."

After saying that, the old policeman actually took his somewhat confused subordinates to the stuffy streets, but left the air-conditioned room to his highly qualified local prosecutor general and Secretary Zheng of unknown origin.

"Prosecutor General Li," as soon as the person left, Secretary Zheng immediately disappeared from the Yun Danfengqing he had just now, but his face turned bitter. "Why do you think of your attitude, you are not going to file a case?"

"That's right." Prosecutor General Li nodded immediately and gave a formal reply. "Although the power of criminal case filing is in the hands of the prosecutor, I am not going to do any extra actions."

"Prosecutor General Li." Secretary Zheng helped lift his forehead helplessly. "No matter what, Minister Zhang, as the victim, did break a rib, and he also had a surveillance video auxiliary certificate."

"Secretary Zheng, let me tell you!" Prosecutor Li also waved his gray hair. "I used to use the transcript to compare the live video you brought. Coupled with the narrative of Minister Zhang and his broken rib, I also felt that Kim Jong-ming was trying to die and could leave so many handles? Then I thought that as long as I came here to verify the transcript, I would just file a criminal case according to your wishes. But obviously, the problem now is that Kim Jong-ming has already made various patches in advance. The loopholes between the transcript and surveillance video, and even the testimony of witnesses, will basically confuse the public. In this case, it is not easy for us to take action. After all, if such a big man has no flawless truth, going to file a criminal case, wouldn't it cause trouble for the inspection hall?"

Secretary Zheng was silent for a long time, and Prosecutor Li didn't care at all.

In this way, after a long time, Secretary Zheng solemnly spoke again: "But what if I add my solemn plea, is it enough?"

Prosecutor General Li looked at the other party carefully, and then suddenly laughed: "Secretary Zheng, I have been a prosecutor for decades, have experienced too many things, and have seen too many people. So, there is no intention of mocking you. I really know the weight of your plea... I have to say, it is indeed very heavy!"

"Thank you for your vision."

"But Secretary Zheng." The old prosecutor continued to laugh. "You did not overestimate your weight, but underestimate the weight represented by Kim Jong-ming!"

"His weight?" Secretary Zheng became a little dazed. "What do you mean?"

"How can you say it?" the old prosecutor sighed slightly. "I know what Secretary Zheng, you guys think. I always feel that they are still young, that their power is not deep enough, that they only have money but no stakes, that they always feel that they are too fond of their feathers and only show weakness, that they always feel that they can use some special methods to get a bargain in other people's own specific advantages..."

"Isn't it?"

"I don't think so," the old prosecutor replied frankly. "I think you all underestimated his energy because of his style of conduct. In fact, on the other hand, how can a person who does not know how to take root and cultivate power have this situation? In his own words, 'I try to maintain my original intention to be a good person, but there are always people who don't want me to be a good person, so just be a bad guy'!"

Secretary Zheng's eyes became subtle.

"Don't look at me like this." Prosecutor General Lee continued to say frankly. "This is what he said when he called me today... How do you say it? In fact, Secretary Zheng, you shouldn't have taken the Prosecutor's Route from the beginning. As you can see, the Supreme Chief of the Seoul Local Inspection Office has a good relationship with Mr. Kim Jong-ming, who you want to deal with, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen to report the case so safely in the evening, and he also made such a confusing record... It's really that he's ready at the beginning of this road."

"I didn't even know that Prosecutor General Lee and Kim Jong-ming had such a personal relationship, so ignorant." Secretary Zheng couldn't help but smiled like a self-deprecating person.
To be continued...