Chapter 66 – Money – Part 7

Chapter 66 – Money – Part 7

Kim Taehyun’s eyes blinked.

Woojin talking about food was as good as saying he would really meet him.

“Woojin, are you serious?”

-Yes.

“It might get troublesome.”

-I’m not bothered by it. I’ll send you the restaurant address via message.

“Uh…”

Kim Taehyun, who had blankly finished the call, fixed his gaze on his cellphone as if looking at Woojin.

Woojin never likes to stand out.

He likes to live quietly and loves peace.

He loves food even more.

“Could it be…”

Is he thinking of meeting the prosecutor just to eat the A-Course Menu at BB Restaurant?

But if it’s Woojin, isn’t such a thought possible?

A position where he just needs to eat what he wants, regardless of whether it’s a prosecutor or not…

But the other person is a prosecutor?

Kim Taehyun’s mind began to get complicated, with one thought leading to another.

But he soon stopped thinking.

You shouldn’t try to understand Woojin.

Because every time he did, it felt like his brain was boiling.

Kim Taehyun called Kim Cheolung.

-Oh dear… Our Detective Kim. If you hang up like that, I’ll look like the bad guy. You have a knack for making people anxious. Goodness, why do you hang up so abruptly?

Contrary to his words, Kim Cheolung’s voice was full of composure.

“My younger brother said he’s free tomorrow and wants to meet at 7 PM.”

-Oh, really? This news makes me happier than the briefing. Hahaha!

“But there’s a condition.”

-A condition? Does he need money? How much?

“No. He said he wants to meet at BB Restaurant. The menu will be the A-Course Menu. It’ll be three of us: Woojin, me, and Prosecutor Kim Cheolung. That’s the condition.”

-…

Kim Taehyun felt awkward even as he said it, and Prosecutor Kim Cheolung also seemed to need time to think.

-Hahaha! He’s an interesting friend. Alright. It’s good to talk while cutting steak. So, shall I make a reservation for 7 PM tomorrow? I’m going to book it now, so you can’t back out, can you?

“That won’t happen. I’ll send you the address by message.”

-OK, see you tomorrow then.

After the call, Kim Taehyun chuckled.

He had only conveyed Woojin’s words, but the situation couldn’t help but be truly amusing.

At that time.

Prosecutor Kim Cheolung, who had checked Kim Taehyun’s message, sat in front of the PC.

And he searched for the BB Restaurant, which he couldn’t quite recall.

“A-Course Menu…”

His brow furrowed slightly as he scrolled the mouse wheel.

Then he tossed his glasses down as if throwing them, and rubbed his forehead with his fingers.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake…”

The price for one person for the A-Course Menu was 780,000 won.

***

“Then, let’s end today’s class here, and if there are any questions…”

The Professor flinched even as he spoke.

It was because he felt Woojin’s intense gaze.

Shin Woojin, who submitted reports that were at the level of a thesis.

“I don’t have time for questions today, so I’ll take them next class.”

As the Professor left, Mansu grinned and approached Woojin.

“Woojin, let’s have steak today. It’s on me. It’s an all-you-can-eat place, a restaurant rumored to be a real gem.”

“Sorry, Mansu, I’m having the A-Course Menu at BB Restaurant today.”

“With whom? With Hyerim?”

“No, with the Prosecutor.”

“The Prosecutor?”

“Yes.”

“The Prosecutor knows too?”

“No, I think they’ll find out today.”

“Oh…”

Mansu didn’t understand what Woojin was saying, but he nodded anyway.

And Woojin’s expression seemed unusually bright.

After parting ways with Mansu, Woojin went into the School Library to read some books and wait for Detective Kim Taehyun.

Woojin picked up a book at random. No, it only seemed that way; he was choosing them in order.

Every time Woojin moved his hand, the paper book made a pleasant rustling sound as its pages turned.

Woojin didn’t sit in a chair, but leaned against the bookshelf and read right there.

Volume 1, Volume 2, Volume 3…

The way he kept looking at books and putting them back made him look like someone searching for information.

Woojin turned the last page and softly mumbled as he looked around at the vast bookshelves.

“Cleared.”

He had read diligently whenever he had time, and today he had finished all the books in the Library.

“Um…”

A brown-haired woman from beyond the next bookshelf approached him shyly.

“I’ve truly never done this before, but you’re my ideal type, so… could I get your phone number?”

Woojin spoke in a whisper, given the location.

“Am I being hit on, I mean, am I being hit on in the Library right now?”

“Huh? Oh… I guess so.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t like being hit on. Especially by people who lie. I apologize.”

“I’m not lying…”

“Even if it’s a lie, people usually don’t like being denied.”

Her eyes blinked.

Honestly, it wasn’t the first time, but she couldn’t understand what he was talking about.

And Woojin had already moved away and disappeared from her sight.

Stepping outside, Woojin answered a call from Kim Taehyun.

“Yes, Detective Kim.”

-Woojin, I’ve arrived in front of the Business Department Building.

“You’re early. I’ll be right there.”

Woojin then got into Kim Taehyun’s car and said,

“Thank you for arranging for me to meet the Prosecutor.”

“Thanks? I thought you’d dislike it, Woojin.”

“I think experience is a good thing.”

“Didn’t you dislike being the talk of the town?”

“It depends on the situation.”

Kim Taehyun shook his head as if he really didn’t know.

And he felt grateful to Woojin for thinking of him this way.

“Thank you, Woojin.”

“I think I know what you’re thinking, but you don’t need to thank me. It’s actually me who should be thanking Detective Kim for the situation.”

“Oh dear… Yes. Let’s say that. Let’s go!”

* * *

Woojin and Kim Taehyun got into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

“I’ve lived long enough to come to a place like this.”

“It’s my first time too.”

“Woojin, they’re going to try to use you. I know you’ll handle it well, but I hope you don’t agree to anything too easily.”

“Yes.”

Conversely, it could also be made into Connections Ira.

The view outside the elevator, moving further and further away from the ground, was spectacular.

As soon as they got out of the elevator, a Staff Member in a neat suit approached them.

“Welcome. Are there two of you? Do you have a reservation?”

“Yes. We should have a reservation under the name Kim Cheolung.”

“Ah, this way, I’ll show you.”

The interior was lavish.

Chandeliers hung beautifully, and the atmosphere was calm.

The view was also good, and everyone’s faces wore smiles.

“I’ve brought your party.”

At the Staff Member’s words, Kim Cheolung, who had been sitting, stood up.

“Wow… You’re tall and quite handsome. Nice to meet you. I’m Prosecutor Kim Cheolung.”

Woojin shook his hand.

“Hello. I’m Shin Woojin.”

“You could be a celebrity. Sit down. Sit down.”

Kim Cheolung crossed his arms and praised Woojin repeatedly.

“I didn’t realize you were this handsome! I thought someone good at profiling would be thin and have sharp eyes. Hahaha!”

Woojin said,

“Prosecutor, why did you want to see me?”

“Oh dear… What’s the rush? I can speak informally to you, right? Are you really 20?”

“Yes. Then I’ll speak informally to Candle as well. Should I call you ‘uncle’?”

Someone who likes a dominant position.

All his actions and gestures showed it.

But if you frame it with Confucian Thought,

“Hahaha! No. It seems we’ll be seeing each other often, so let’s take our time getting to know each other.”

“You seem like you’ll take your time with questions, so may I ask what I’m curious about first?”

“You’re curious about me?”

“Yes. To be precise, I’m curious about Prosecutor Kim Cheolung, who holds the profession of a prosecutor.”

“Ask away. I’ll tell you everything I know.”

“From my subjective perspective, I think the law is like a nose ring if you hang it on your nose, and an earring if you hang it on your ear. What do you, a prosecutor currently in office, think?”

“Hmm…”

After a moment of thought, Prosecutor Kim Cheolung spoke to Woojin as if to soothe him.

“The law wasn’t made that simply. Woojin, you might not know because you haven’t studied law in detail, but…”

“I have memorized all the laws.”

Prosecutor Kim Cheolung asked again, as if he had misheard.

“What did you say?”

Woojin repeated himself.

“I know all the laws.”

“Hahaha! What an interesting friend! Then you’ll know this too. Criminal Act Article 25 is?”

Woojin opened his mouth without hesitation to recall.

“Attempted crime under Article 25 of the Criminal Law, Article 25, Paragraph 1. A person who commences the execution of a crime but fails to complete the act…”

As Woojin recited up to Paragraph 2 of Article 25, Kim Cheolung’s smile completely vanished.

“Article 32.”

“Accessory, Article 32, Paragraph 1. A person who aids another’s crime shall be punished as an accessory. Paragraph 2. The punishment for an accessory shall be reduced compared to that of the principal offender.”

“Article 156.”

“False accusation, causing another to receive a detective disposition or disciplinary action…”

The two exchanged words a few more times.

It was in the format of Kim Cheolung asking questions and Woojin answering, but when Kim Cheolung’s face began to show a bored expression, Woojin decided to end this meaningless conversation.

“Article 155, Paragraph 4.”

“When a relative or a cohabiting family member commits the crime under this article for their own benefit, they shall not be punished. The revision date is March 31, 2005.”

At Woojin’s mention of the revision date, Kim Cheolung took off his glasses and rubbed his face as if washing it dry.

Like someone doubting what they were seeing.

Then Woojin posed a question.

“I’m sure the prosecutor knows everything. What is the revision date for Article 117, Paragraph 1?”

Kim Cheolung raised his hand like a child and looked around.

“When do we get food here? Please give it to us quickly. We’re hungry~. Very hungry~.”

Kim Taehyun held back his laughter with all his might, and Woojin was subtly nodding his head.

His dominant behavior, gestures, and tone had softened considerably.

Kim Cheolung, scratching his cheek, asked,

“Perhaps law school…?”

“No. I’m just an ordinary university student.”

“Ordinary… oh… I see, ordinary. Perhaps your major?”

“Business administration.”

Kim Cheolung crossed his arms and looked at Woojin.

He’s a Business Department student, but he’s incredibly good at profiling and knows all the laws……

“What do you think? About the law, I mean.”

“Hmm… Student Woojin, I think so. The law is…”

“Excuse me.”

A staff member approached and began placing down the food.

Woojin’s eyes sparkled as he fixed his gaze on the pre-meal bread.

As the freshly baked bread stimulated his nose with its savory aroma, Woojin didn’t hesitate to grab his fork and knife.

He then cut it into an appropriate size and spread on the Giyum butter.

“So, in my opinion, it’s like this. The law is…”

Woojin, who was bringing the bread to his mouth with his fork, put it back down on the plate.

And he looked at Prosecutor Kim Cheolung seriously.

“Prosecutor, there’s a saying, ‘Even Geumgangsan is best after a meal,’ so why don’t we eat and then talk? This bread won’t taste good if it gets cold.”

Suddenly, Kim Taehyun made choking sounds, as if he couldn’t hold back the laughter that was about to burst out.

Because to Woojin, Prosecutor Kim Cheolung seemed to have become less important than bread.