Life Turnaround with Vitality Experiment! - Chapter 96



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Exercise time the next afternoon.

“Brother, are you really going?”

Kim Deok-bae held onto me, unable to hide his worried expression.

“You don’t know what kind of people these people are. They are truly evil. They are completely different from thugs like us.”

“So what.”

“······yes?”

“If not for them, is there any way out of here?”

“That’s not the case, but······.”

“Then I have no choice but to go.”

The head of Seoul Detention Center.

He approached the group of Tae-o-jong called the King.

They sat in the sunniest spot on the playground and enjoyed the sunshine for a while.

The two largest, most rabid looking guys stood up and blocked my path.

“What are you?”

“I am the manager of room 13 in Hadong.”

“What is your business?”

“I would like to talk to Taeojong over there.”

“So for what reason?”

“I will tell you directly.”

I tried to approach Taewojong.

“Oh my.”

The bulk of the body pushed against my chest.

“I told you not to do that?”

The eyes of the Taeojong group are fixed on me.

However, they just look on as if they are bystanders.

Rather, even the other inmates’ eyes began to turn to me.

We had to decide quickly because if people’s attention was drawn to it, it could become a headache.

“Then tell Taewojong.”

He lowered his voice and stated his business.

“I know you guys are preparing to escape.”

“······.”

The big man glared at me, then quickly approached Tae-o-jong and whispered in his ear.

Tae-o-jong, who heard the story, shook his finger at me without any change in expression.

I approached him, pushing past the big guy blocking my way.

As I got closer, I could tell that this was no ordinary guy.

Starting with the size I mentioned earlier, there are a lot of lowlifes in this prison.

So, while dogs and cows draw on their arms, legs, backs, and necks with paint and brag about it,

‘It’s clean.’

Tae-o Jong had no trace of having ever tried to get a tattoo, let alone cheap graffiti all over his body.

‘And more importantly.’

While the other guys, if they don’t have tattoos, are covered in bulging muscles.

Tae-o-jong was so thin that it seemed as if he could literally raise his own body.

‘That’s actually scarier.’

It looks like he has no strength at all, which means he’s dominating those big guys.

Taeojong looked me up and down, then spat on the floor and looked at me.

“You’re the manager of room 13?”

“you’re right.”

“So what’s your business?”

“I want to go out with my brothers.”

“······.”

Sigh.

He twisted the corners of his mouth.

“Who are you?”

“······yes?”

“What do you have?”

Tae-o-jong straightened his back and gestured toward me.

“You have to have something to take with you.”

He looked around.

“There are a lot of room leaders here. You didn’t come here expecting to get promoted just with that title of room leader, did you?”

I expected it.

Prisons are also a part of South Korea.

It means a world that revolves around power and money.

“I made some money with coins.”

“······Coin?”

“Yes. I am the nouveau riche that others talk about.”

At the mention of virtual currency, not only Taewojong but also other big shots glanced at him.

“I live in Hannam The Hill.”

“oh······.”

“Before I came here, I also drove a Ferrari and a Lamborghini.”

It’s not a lie.

Even if it’s rent or monthly rent, facts are facts.

“okay······?”

Taewojong raised his eyebrows as if he liked it.

“Then how much can you give?”

“How much do you need?”

Shhh-.

Taewojong roughly curved the corners of his mouth.

It seems that he is satisfied enough with the fact that there is no limit to his finances.

“I’ll tell you about that later when I need to.”

He got up from his seat.

“From now on, come to the back machine room every afternoon during your shift. Tell them you’ve been drafted to work on the drains. I’ll be there to help you out when I’m checking in.”

“All right!”

* * *

“Slacker a little and work the same amount.”

“All right.”

Unlike other workshops, the guard just blurted out a word and left.

Unlike other places where everyone sweats and works hard, there were even heaters here.

“Good.”

“of course.”

Meanwhile, two of the thugs were working in the machine room drain.

That’s the actual work of unclogging a drain.

It is said that the preparations for the prison break are made after looking around and only when there are no guards present.

“It’s like Prison Break.”

“American drama?”

“yes.”

Actually, it still doesn’t feel real.

Being locked in for days still sucks though.

“Originally, there was no place for you.”

Tae-o-jong said casually.

“I didn’t plan on increasing the number of people, but one of the guys I was preparing with was suddenly found not guilty.”

“ah······.”

I was lucky.

“Isn’t there anything I can do? Selling land or something······.”

“Do you like digging?”

“no.”

All the digging I’ve ever done in my life, I did in the military.

“Then you don’t have to do it.”

Tae-o-jong snickered and nodded at the sticks of rice cake in the drain.

“That kind of physical labor should be done by guys like those who have no money and no skills.”

“oh······.”

Even in prison, money is power.

Those guys want to escape, but they don’t have anything, so they’re just using their bodies.

‘Good.’

It is an equal world.

Those who have money, with money.

Those who can use force, use force.

Those who have, use what they have.

Those who don’t have anything, try to do what they have.

Wouldn’t this be a fair world?

“Yes, 1625.”

“yes?”

“I have something for you to do.”

The time has finally come.

Actually, I thought it would take a few days, but I think it might have been on the agenda in advance.

Well, it wasn’t really that important.

“Just say whatever you want.”

“I need to prepare a boat.”

“Are you hungry?”

It won’t be a full stomach.

“I think it’s heading towards the West Sea of ​​China.”

“······!”

Smuggling.

It’s smuggling.

The big problem here is.

‘I’m excited.’

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It’s not that I’m scared or nervous.

It’s like a scene from a movie, so it makes my heart race and my mind flutter.

‘I guess I’m just an adventurer?’

“I need a boat from Incheon to Qingdao. It has to be able to accommodate everyone here.”

“What next?”

“I’ll prepare the fake passports and the whereabouts there. So you just find a safe ship.”

“All right.”

I heard he’s a multi-level marketing scammer, but he definitely has a lot of money, so he seems to be invincible in China.

However, in Korea, we were not able to secure a ship because we did not have enough strength.

“How long will it take?”

“As soon as possible. I’ll tell you the exact time next week.”

“Yes, I will prepare it.”

It’s a smuggling ship······.

In some ways, it is difficult.

If you think broadly, it’s simpler than you think.

It’s literally not that hard, as long as you have money and people you can trust.

I guess I’ll just have to pass it on to Kim Ye-jin when she comes in.

“By the way, 1625.”

“yes?”

“What were you doing outside when you came in?”

Taeojong looked into my eyes and asked.

“I don’t think he just did coin flipping.”

“Ah······ That’s right.”

Strictly speaking, the term full-time trader is appropriate.

Besides that, I did all sorts of other things.

But the catch is that nothing goes right.

If you talk about movies or scripts, you might be asked to talk about celebrities.

Otherwise, you can just pass on it since you can still threaten them after jailbreaking.

‘If it’s a field that isn’t easily nitpicked······.’

There is just one thing that comes to mind.

“I made art.”

“art?”

“Yes. I did modern art.”

“Oh, that thing where you draw anything and claim it’s art?”

“you’re right.”

“Were you famous?”

In terms of fame, it’s at a national level.

I have no intention of revealing to these guys that I’m a Runcaban.

“No. It was hard to even get food in my mouth.”

“Well, then you must have made a coin.”

He laughed loudly and then suddenly opened his eyes wide.

“It’s better this way.”

“yes?”

“I think it would be good if you could help me launder some money later.”

“······?”

“Haven’t you seen the drama? It’s a world of comprehensive income tax, and they only deduct the commission. It wouldn’t be so bad if you’re anonymous.”

That’s true.

Actually, if I were anonymous, I would have drawn a cheap picture A.

Sell ​​it to Taewojong for 1 billion.

If you deduct taxes and fees and return it, Taewojong will end up with clean money.

I like picking up some rice cakes there too.

First of all, the value of the paintings created by the country’s artists increases.

In a word, it is a case of ‘price formation.’

It’s a good thing because you can sell other pictures B and C at a high price later.

However, this is actually a disadvantage for a well-known writer like Runcayvan.

It’s literally only good for the anonymous.

But the picture doesn’t look good enough to reject right now.

“Let’s go out and have a serious talk next time.”

He said it indirectly.

“Okay.”

* * *

“older brother.”

Just as I was about to fall asleep, Kim Deok-bae suddenly turned to me.

“Are you sleeping?”

“why?”

“Are you really going out?”

“I don’t know.”

Because it wasn’t a place I could leave just because I wanted to.

“Do you want to go out too?”

“No. I don’t have much time left anyway.”

Kim Deok-bae scratched his head awkwardly.

“The verdict is coming out soon, but I’ve been in prison for quite some time.”

“okay?”

“Yes. I think it’ll be about three years, but it’s been two and a half years now.”

“Even if I’m sent to prison, I only have to live for six months.”

“you’re right.”

“That’s good.”

I tried to reply appropriately and go back to sleep.

“older brother.”

The guy must have become sentimental, so he spoke to me again.

“Why again?”

“What do you do when you go out?”

“I don’t know.”

I really didn’t think about that.

Because I was thrown into prison after falling all over myself while trying to get into a cult and making a fuss about it, I had no plan.

‘What are you really doing?’

I haven’t been able to check the exchange myself these past few days because I’ve been in prison.

You can watch news on TV during your free time.

The coin market is currently crashing.

It’s too late to be holding onto the coin again now.

However, it is not good to do a script that has already been cancelled.

I still have a dream of making a ton of money.

How to make money.

I had no idea what to do with the money I earned.

I had no idea what to do, so I tried to recall my memories, but only one memory came to mind.

“Should we go on a trip?”

“A trip?”

“uh.”

I have a vivid memory of the cruise I took to Singapore some time ago.

“I think it’s really great to see and learn new things.”

“······Is that so?”

“It might not be a bad idea to take a trip or something to refresh yourself and then slowly think about what to do next.”

“okay.”

Kim Deok-bae scratched his head awkwardly.

“I don’t know because I’ve never been abroad.”

“okay?”

“yes.”

Hearing this makes me feel sad again.

“Anyway, if you have anything to do after your trip, please call me.”

“Are you good at anything?”

“I’m good at catching suckers.”

“······.”

“Why don’t you go to the Philippines and play at a casino?”

“casino······?”

“Yes. I don’t gamble, I run it myself. I watched a drama recently and Choi Moo-sik hyung was amazing.”

Now that I hear it, that doesn’t seem like a bad thing.

Instead of traveling, it might not be a bad idea to study abroad at an overseas casino.

“Okay, accept it.”

I’m not sure, but it sounds like it might be fun.

“But before that.”

There is one thing to do.

“Let’s catch that bastard Bae Jeong-min who ran off with my money and beat him up.”

* * *

Three days passed like that.

“1625. It’s an interview.”

“yes.”

I thought Kim Ye-jin had come.

I was thinking of asking for a ship to be prepared for use after the escape.

“Fuck, who is this?”

The person who came to see me was a completely unexpected person.

“Bae Jeong-min······?”

The person who came to the detention center was none other than Bae Jeong-min.

The guy’s eyes were like a nightgown.

I don’t know if his arm is broken or cracked, but he’s wearing a cast.

Just looking at it, the condition was terrible.

He awkwardly raised his hand in greeting.

“It’s been a while. How have you been?”

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