If I make you a prosecutor, are you going to be the president of South Korea?

"Please...please don't fight. Let's talk this out. I was a little loud just now. I'm sorry."

Zhang Qian is a pragmatic man. He is ruthless and domineering towards the local gangsters, and he doesn't even take the police like Ma Xidao seriously.

But he was genuinely afraid of the gun in Lee Seung-hwan's hand; it could kill someone.

Seeing this, Li Chenghuan smiled contemptuously and put away his gun: "I still prefer your arrogant attitude from just now."

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Zhang Qian's face as he chuckled awkwardly, "Prosecutor Li, what exactly do you want me to do?"

"Let's make it clear beforehand: you can persuade me to reform and become an honest person, but even if I die, even if I jump off this unfinished building, I will never work for you South Koreans as a slave!"

Zhang Qian still has some backbone.

Let him be like those ethnic Koreans who came from Yanbian, China, in South Korea.

They work as laborers at the bottom of South Korean society, carrying bricks on construction sites, washing dishes in restaurants, and serving as slaves to the local South Koreans.

He couldn't bear to endure their insults and abuse, and to be treated like pigs and dogs with contempt and disdain. He refused to live such a stifling life!

Rather than doing that, he might as well take a gamble and bet that Lee Seung-hwan's gun was unloaded, and risk killing the prosecutor.

Then he began his great escape, killing indiscriminately along the way. He refused to believe that he was so unlucky that he couldn't find a way to survive!

Although Li Chenghuan did not know Zhang Qian's specific inner thoughts, he could more or less guess some of them.

He said in a very calm tone, "I told you, I'm currently short of a few ruthless characters like you who dare to fight and kill. You come work for me, I'll pay you, and I can even protect you. Are you in or not?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qian's tightly furrowed brows immediately relaxed; he was quite surprised.

"Prosecutor Lee, don't you know who I am? A Chinese illegal immigrant, the head of the Gyeonggi Province underworld, ruthless and a murderer!"

"I'm a notorious gangster boss, a vicious criminal, a thug who would be executed by your South Korean government if caught. You actually want to recruit me? That's utterly absurd, a complete fantasy..."

He originally wanted to make a sarcastic remark, thinking that Li Chenghuan was just making fun of him, pretending to recruit him but actually trying to trick him into walking into a trap.

With minimal effort, he tricked Zhang Qian into obediently following him back to the prosecutor's office, where he was captured alive, further bolstering his prestige.

Seeing that Li Chenghuan was about to pull out his pistol again, he quickly changed his tune: "This is fantastic news! However, you'll have to pay me more; a fixed salary of ten thousand yuan a month won't do."

Li Chenghuan narrowed his eyes and smiled contemptuously: "How much can you earn now?"

Zhang Qian thought for a moment: "Ever since I killed the leader of the Viper Gang and took over his underlings and the small dance halls, bars, nightclubs and other businesses controlled by the Viper Gang, I can collect nearly 2 million Korean won in protection fees every month."

Twenty million Korean won is equivalent to 100,000 Chinese yuan, which is not bad.

Zhang Qian continued, "In addition, we wiped out several small gangs, basically eliminating the small gangs in the Gyeonggi Province area. We took over the protection fee collection rights for the black and gray industries in this area and also acquired some shares."

"In addition, our gang also engages in loan sharking, small casinos, and hiring hitmen, etc. All in all, we make at least one or two hundred million won a month."

"However, after deducting the salaries, living expenses, medical expenses, and resettlement allowances of my subordinates, I only get a little over 50 million won a month."

That's equivalent to about 200,000 Chinese Yuan.

To be honest, this amount of money is quite substantial.

It should be noted that at that time, the average annual income of Chinese residents was only around 10,000 to 20,000 yuan. Even if they were to illegally cross over to South Korea to work on construction sites, they could only earn a few thousand yuan a month through hard work.

Zhang Qian earns about 200,000 yuan a month, which is two to three million yuan a year. This amount of money allows him to live very comfortably. If he were to bring it back to China, it would be even more incredible; he would become a millionaire.

They could all become local tycoons.

Li Chenghuan shook his head: "What kind of skill is it to bully these local gangs? They're all poor bastards. They just collect protection money, run casinos to rip off the poor, and lend money to the poor at exorbitant interest rates. How much money could they possibly have?"

"The real big money is all made by big gangs like the Seven Star Gang and the Golden Gate Group. Their bosses wear suits and ties, do business, and appear very respectable and glamorous on the surface. They drive Maybachs, Mercedes, and Rolls-Royces. You guys can't even afford a Mazda."

"They only know how to fight and be ruthless, always putting their lives on the line, resorting to outdated and antiquated ways of making money in the underworld, like collecting protection money and lending money at exorbitant interest rates. They are struggling to earn that little bit of hard-earned money, and they are always on edge, fearing that one day the police will break down their door and put a gun to their head."

"To put it bluntly, you guys are living like ghosts, what's the difference between you earning a little money and begging?"

Zhang Qian's face turned red, and he even felt a little ashamed.

Lee Seung-hwan's words made so much sense that he couldn't refute them at all. He had been so smug before, thinking that the South Korean underworld was really easy to navigate, that gangsters were really weak, and that it was much easier for him to make money than in China.

After listening to Li Chenghuan's explanation, it turned out that they were indeed earning hard-earned money through dangerous struggles, living in a sorry state, and never knowing when they might be shot.

In contrast, the local large gangs are all respectable people who frequent high society. Even if the police know they are involved in organized crime, they can't get any evidence of their crimes and are powerless against them.

Zhang Qian said dejectedly, "You're right, but we brothers are all unskilled and uneducated. We're just brave and ruthless, not afraid of death. We can't do anything else besides this!"

Lee Seung-hwan took out a newspaper, pointed to the cover image of Chen Hyun-pil, a man in a suit and tie with a gold flower on his chest, looking like a successful businessman, and said, "Do you know who he is?"

"Chen Xianbi, on the surface, is the chairman of South Korea's No.1 Internet Technology Co., Ltd., but in reality, he is a dead fraudster. With just his words, he swindled more than 10 billion won from the South Korean people. Listen carefully, that's Chinese yuan!"

“You could never earn or spend this much money in ten lifetimes. Now that his crimes have been exposed, he’s planning to run away. Go and bring him back for me. Once it’s done, I can give you all the money, women, luxury cars, and mansions.”

"Also, I can help you get the wanted notice from the police. You won't have to hide every day anymore, and you won't have to worry about dying one day and having no one to collect your body."

Upon hearing Li Chenghuan's promise and seeing the man named Chen Xianbi in the newspaper, Zhang Qian's eyes lit up.

Damn, 10 billion!

How did they manage to make that hairline?

Are these South Korean idiots so easy to swindle money from?

He works himself to the bone every day, earning just over 100 million Korean won a month, which is only about 500,000 to 600,000 Chinese yuan. He only gets 200,000 yuan in hand, and a little over 2 million yuan a year.

It would take ten years to earn 20 million, and a hundred years to earn 200 million!

This man named Chen Xianbi has over 10 billion!

Undeniably, he was genuinely moved.

Although he knew that such a huge sum of money had definitely been targeted by the South Korean government, and he shouldn't even think about getting involved.

However, the fact that this prosecutor surnamed Li was able to entrust him with such a matter indicates that there must be a powerful figure behind him who is determined to obtain this huge sum of money.

And perhaps even the person representing such an important figure as Lee Seung-hwan could get a share of the profits.

They all eat meat, so surely it's okay for me to have some soup?

It's done!

"If you want me to do this for you, you have to tell me at least how much you can pay me per month. Let's make it clear first, I won't do it for less than that."

After Zhang Qian finished speaking, he held up two fingers.

His minimum requirement was 200,000 Chinese yuan per month, which he believed he was worth; otherwise, he might as well go back to his old ways.

Li Chenghuan shook his head and said, "Two hundred thousand is too little. I'll give you five hundred thousand! As long as you bring Chen Xianbi back, you'll not only get this salary, but also a considerable bonus! If you fail to catch him, you won't get the five hundred thousand, and you'll be shot."