Generally speaking, the South Korean Procuratorate is a conservative. After all, they were once elites who stood out in the competition of tens of thousands of people. Typical vested interest groups are places where right-wing forces are rampant.

What universities have yearned for progress since ancient times is a breeding ground for all kinds of thoughts and ideals, and are born to look down on the kind of work that requires selling their souls and destroying their conscience.

What's more, Lin Zhexun, who had been in the School of Law of Seoul University for several years, didn't know how much his former teachers praised the former commander.

The prosecutor and university professor sat in the same car to inspect China, which was really unexpected. So what the hell is this investigation? Why is the identity of the person in this car so sensitive and powerful?

But what is even more puzzling is that under his observation, the two sides seem to have a good relationship, at least on the surface, they seem to be chatting and laughing.

This makes people feel even more turbulent.

There is no camera in the car, so you don’t need to show your politeness to the public and public opinion. There is no big shot in the audience that needs to maintain a seemingly kind atmosphere. The two sides even argued on various occasions a few years ago, so

The friendship on the surface is actually clear and clear, but it is not the case in fact.

For example, more than 20 inspectors were all sitting on the right side of the bus, and all the professors from Seoul University sat on the left side?

A little bit... ridiculous, hahahaha.

Unless someone urinates golf, he absolutely does not believe that the prosecutors can complete the inspection peacefully with the left-wing professors.

Lin Zhexun sat in the corner of the last row with his eyes drooping, quietly observing the conversation ahead. He could feel that most of the people on both sides were not as kind as they appeared, and that both sides were dirty. But it seemed that they could barely prosper under certain factors.

"Zhe Xun, have you prepared everything you have to go to China?" A rough but a little surprised voice came from him. Wu Xiangyu sat down with his briefcase to the last row of Lin Zhe Xun, who seemed out of place with everyone.

"Prosecutor Wu nim" Lin Zhexun hurriedly went to the bed and gave up his seat to Wu Xiangyu.

"No, just call me senior. Most of the car are colleagues, just call me senior."

But this request made Lin Zhexun a bit embarrassed. It was the identity of the person in the car, so it made him a little embarrassed.

Because many of the people sitting on the procuratorate are my seniors!

He raised his head and looked at the crowd sitting on the right with a little embarrassed look. There were several seniors from Seoul University whom he met. Some passed the judicial examination and entered the procuratorate when he was a freshman, and some were faces that had appeared in the photo of his classmates from law school. If Wu Xiangyu called him a senior, it would make those seniors who claimed to have graduated from Seoul University very unhappy.

The academic discrimination at Seoul University is very serious. Whether it is Yonsei University and Goryeo University, which are both the three major players in South Korea's SKY University, there is also a little discrimination in their hearts. Not to mention Wu Sang-woo, who is not even SKY University and does not have any political resources.

These people may even despise Wu Xiangyu, who has no university degree, in their hearts. Otherwise, they would not have let him be bored as a senior prosecutor, so bored that he sat next to Lin Zhexun.

Of course, he could not directly talk to Wu Xiangyu with such obvious circle gap, so he could only explain: "You are the senior prosecutor in charge of me. Will calling me a senior feel bad? You may gossip..."

"Oh, it makes sense to say this." Wu Xiangyu's eyes dodged a little, and he answered casually, subconsciously holding the briefcase in his hand tightly.

"Prosecutor nim, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah?! Ah, nothing." Wu Xiangyu's face turned pale, and his hands holding the briefcase tightened even more.

"I don't think your body is very comfortable." Lin Zhexun looked at the other party's pale face: "Are you sick? I think your face is not very good. If you feel uncomfortable, you can sit in the front. The back row is relatively bumpy."

“No, no.”

"Then are you prepared for not doing it? Don't worry, the conditions in the capital of China are not worse than those in Seoul, and many places are even much better than Seoul. If you need it, I can help you purchase it."

Wu Xiangyu looked at the outfit of his intern prosecutor and seemed to be very light: "Are you ready to finish?"

"Ah, I didn't prepare anything, I just exchanged all the money for RMB." Lin Zhexu smiled embarrassedly,

"No, I... haven't taken a plane much."

"Ah? Really?"

"Otherwise, I haven't even been to Jeju Island."

"This..." Lin Zhexun was also embarrassed. He had never thought that Wu Xiangyu had this side. This majestic man always felt a little bit cute when he was afraid of flying...the contrast?

Resisting the urge to laugh, Lin Zhexun said with a sincere face: "Although I often sit, I don't like flying. But seniors don't have to worry, the probability of an accident in the plane is very low."

"But if there is a probability, can you survive?"

"This is not a question of whether you can live, it is a question of whether the biggest part of the body is in centimeters or in millimeters."

Wu Xiangyu's face became increasingly ugly, as if he was looking like he had the black face in the office before.

"It's okay, I will save you if something happens." Lin Zhewen made a serious promise. If the premise is that there is a parachute on the plane.

"Are you watching me joke?"

"No, I'm telling the truth."

Indeed, Lin Zhexu's face is very serious now, without the intention of joking or joking. Wu Xiangyu, who does not understand the young man like Lin Zhexu and cannot see Lin Zhexu's true thoughts, swallowed a lot of words back into his stomach. He continued to hold his briefcase and sat in the last seat in the row, staring at the back of a colleague diagonally in front of him with a little panic.

......

As expected, the sudden drop last night and the heavy snowfall still flying until now made all the flights that took off in Incheon Airport in the morning lie at the boarding gate. The crowded airport made all the delayed people sit in the airport and look around worriedly.

After walking the airport show, Li Zhien had already changed into a comfortable but not very good-looking hoodie, sitting on the sofa in the partition room of the first class waiting room, fiddling with his cell phone.

The VIP lounge in the first class is also much larger than the economy class outside. Incheon Airport is an aviation hub in South Korea, and such a big country is one of the countries with the greatest benefits of globalization. The flow of people in its international terminal is definitely not small.

The atmosphere in the small partition with only three or four people was not very active. Maybe the artist didn't want to talk, and the agent's chief was silent. The remaining agents and assistants couldn't say anything, and the four of them just sat silently on the sofa and each had their own thoughts.

Just like Li Zhien's attention seems to be on the screen of his mobile phone, her screen has not moved on the main page for more than ten minutes. Her fingers are still tapping the top of the main page from time to time, preparing to press and pull something down from above.

But she knew clearly that all her attention was on the manager's office beside her.
Chapter completed!