The study room is still the same study room. "Quietness and Far" is still hanging directly above the back of the desk. It is filled with various calligraphy and paintings.

The only difference from the last time I entered the study was that there was a big box on Lin Mingxiu's desk. The pen hanging on the desk was thrown aside with "disgust".

Lin Mingxiu walked to a huge cabinet, reached out to open the drawer, and then took out a huge piece of rice paper that was almost as tall as Li Zhien from it. Lin Zhe found that it was a bit troublesome to spread the rice paper that was five feet long, so he took the initiative to go up and help Lin's father.

As soon as he started, Lin Zhexun felt that the rice paper was very gentle. He didn't dare to use force and carefully laid it on this two-meter-long table. Lin Mingxiu was just chatting and laughing with his wife in the living room, but at this moment he looked serious and carefully observed the wrinkles of the rice paper.

I picked up another piece of paperweight carved with a hibiscus flower and pressed it on it on it, and then carefully eliminated every potential risk of wrinkles.

This level of seriousness is more serious than the focus of fooling my wife just now. It seems that Lin’s father is the same as most men: women? Is it interesting to have computers (calligraphy)?

Lin Zhexun, who was doing nothing, also started to study it. He had studied calligraphy a little bit before and knew that rice paper was divided into three types: raw rice paper, mature rice paper and half-cooked rice paper between the two. From the feeling of touching the paper by himself just now.

The paper surface is smooth, delicate, uniform in thickness, smooth and has resistance. And when the rice paper was just over-light, he could clearly see many flocs, that is, the sandalwood skin content is very high. Moreover, the paper is white but not dazzling, and has a soft reflection.

Lin Zhexun knew that this was a kind of half-cooked chanting, but the maturity was not very high.

Although he really only knows a little bit of fur, he knows that this is definitely a good article.

Lin’s father Lin Mingxiu, who has been immersed in calligraphy for many years, is naturally very clear. He just confirmed that the paper was intact. After confirming that it was completed, he turned around and picked up his “weapon”. At this time, he finally had time to greet his son:

"I have worked in the Procuratorate for almost thirty years. In these thirty years, I have met many friends and offended many people. But one thing I have learned is that every institution, every department, and every position has its own rules. Whether it is light or dark, the first step is to learn it. However, many people have been eliminated before they have reached this point. Do you know why?"

Lin Zhexun heard his father start talking about the big truth, and he worked together to make the history of the Procuratorate for thirty years. He knew that he wanted to talk to him a lot. He quickly took off his breath and thought carefully.

Since he is about to betrayal of his relatives and even be excluded by everyone around him, then the old fox, a man who can reach the top ten powers of the Korean Procuratorate, must have some understanding.

So Lin Zhexin tried to answer based on the other party's situation and what Xu Junhe did to him: "Do you have to pay attention and beware of the people around you?"

"No, how could it be to be wary of the procuratorate at the beginning?" Lin Mingxiu turned around, heard his answer, shook his head and smiled and pointed: "It's self-righteous! Don't forget that South Korean prosecutors are fighting in the crowd. Before the judicial examination was reformed, the number of people who signed up for the judicial examination every year ranged from 30,000 to 50,000 yuan.

After two written tests and one interview. A strict screening mechanism, three percent of the admission rate excludes all mediocre people who want to get away with it. Finally, when they are admitted, they only have more than 100 prosecutors who pass the graduation exam of the Judicial Seminar every year. The result of such strictness and extremely low pass rate is that no one is a fool.”

Lin Zhexun couldn't help but nodded when he heard this. It was true. This is how the master of his body came here.

80% of his memory in his mind was boring books and various rare test questions. Of course, in the past two years, the South Korean judicial examinations have been greatly improved, and various paper data are much better. However, the difficulty of becoming a prosecutor is not much different from that year.

Seeing that his son had no objection, Lin Mingxiu continued: "So these 'elites' have just entered a new institutional environment. He soon saw a lot of bloated procedures, cumbersome application processes, and corruption among some people. So he subconsciously used his most efficient and effective method to deal with it.

Then, they will find that they were wrong. They found that they were sent to the marginal hall branch office by the upper class, and they would never be able to enter the power center of Seoul for the rest of their lives. They were also rejected by their colleagues around them, even helping their search officers. Then they left the prosecutor sadly.

You should know that the number of people resigned by the procuratorate every year is about 80. This includes those who cannot adapt after a few years of new jobs, and those who have retired at a certain stage of age."

After saying this, Lin Mingxiu looked at Lin Zhexun, but found that his son had become a little complicated. He knew at once that his son seemed to have violated this red thread in just one month after he joined the company. He turned around helplessly and opened the exquisite pen box. While looking for the pen he wanted, he continued to tell his experience:

"The second step is to find a thread in everything. Learn how to avoid fouls and know how to play online. Only in this way can we protect the future."

Lin Mingxiu stroked the exquisite pen holder in the pen box and sighed: "You are still young and have no workplace experience. Although you have made some achievements in the army that many people boast about. However, after the devilish military training of the Americans, your personality has become more silent than before.

I originally wanted to wait until your personality becomes better and cheerful before letting you leave the seminar and then enter the procuratorate. As a result, you have chosen to graduate, so you have to bite the bullet.

The Procuratorate seems to need the majesty of the prosecutor, but you can’t do things too straightforward. If you are too straightforward, you will be easily exploited and out of place with the people around you.”

Seeing Lin Zhexun's face getting worse and worse, Lin Mingxiu felt that it was not easy for him to continue to stimulate him at this time:

"You didn't go directly to Xu Junhe, very well, at least you didn't move around when you were confused. And you didn't come to me directly without thinking. This means you have thought a lot and found the key to many problems before you came to me, right?"

"It's almost done." Lin Zhe Xun nodded with difficulty, trying to end the topic that made him speechless: "You feel that Seoul is about to change?"

Lin’s father Lin Mingxiu knew that Lin Zhexun was changing the topic, but he did not expose it. He followed Lin Zhexun’s words and said: “You must know that you are different from your mother. Although she is my wife, she is only half an outsider. Many times she gets no first-hand news. She said to her just now, but often it was not the truth. However, this is not really deceiving her. It is just to make her not think so much and put too much pressure on her.”

Speaking of this, Lin Mingxiu turned his head and looked at his son: "But I have nothing to keep for you, especially you who are already working now.

What they said was actually right, and your mother did feel a lot of correct news. The situation was really not optimistic. If I did nothing, this year might be my last year in the Procuratorate. So you should be careful when you are in the Eastern District Inspection Office.

The one from Sang-dae, I and the Blue House are both from Goryeo University. Song Hai-en, Kim Kwang-jun, and Lee Sang-jun are not. I think some people are afraid of our group. The term of Sang-dae will last until 13 years next year, and I went to Dae-tung last year, so some people may think that I will be the Attorney General.

The one who is afraid of us may be Ms. Park, who is also a conservative, or someone else wants to intervene in the Procuratorate. In short, everything can be regarded as making final preparations for this year's general election.

You are now in the game. You must be careful in every word and action. I actually don’t want you to graduate this year, let alone become a prosecutor.

"Because once you become a prosecutor, they will involuntarily pay attention to you." Speaking of this, Lin Mingxiu took a deep breath, feeling that he had lacked communication with his son before. But there was no way. He went to Datian and his son also lived in Mapo, so he didn't run home: "You graduated this year, and you still chose a prosecutor to graduate. The police prosecutor reform last year has become very resentful. Most prosecutors seem to have complained about the police officers under his command. I don't know what big things will happen to our Procuratorate in 12 years."

"What do you want to do?"

After hearing Lin Zhe asked his question clearly, Lin Mingxiu looked at his son for some reason, as if he had seen a great cleverness.

"What's wrong?" Lin Zhewen saw that the other party's eyes were a little strange, and subconsciously looked down at his whole body. It was normal, there were no ink spots and no dirty things.

"Stop touching, there's nothing." Seeing that his son didn't understand what he meant, Lin Mingxiu smiled helplessly: "You are a little intern prosecutor, and you haven't even handled a case. I want to ask me what to do?"

Yes, I just entered the Procuratorate not long after I entered the Procuratorate, and I didn’t even remember the specific responsibilities of several departments. I wanted to ask about the layout of Lin’s father Lin Mingxiu next, it was really a way to eat melon seeds in the toilet - I was so sorry that I could speak.

Lin Zhexin's mind circled and thought about what he could ask: "Then are you and Xu Junhe?"

The topic changed back to Xu Junhe. But at this moment, Lin Mingxiu seemed to have heard nothing. He bent down and opened the bookcase and took out a huge black stone from the drawer.

Lin Zhexun was stunned when he saw Shi Tou, thinking that Lin's father wanted to kill him for justice. But when he looked carefully, he found a relatively large ink inkstone. Although the inkstone was large, the decoration around him was very delicate, with some ripples and wave-shaped reliefs on both sides. There was also a lifelike giant python looking back on the far right.

Why is it a giant python? Because it is a four-clawed dragon, not a five-clawed dragon.

Lin's father slowly placed the Ruihai divine beast Sheyan on another corner of the rice paper to serve as another piece of paperweight.

Lin Zhexun didn't know if the other party had heard his question clearly just now, so he tried to continue asking: "I want to go find him, but I've never been willing to go there until I heard a little bit of wind recently."

"The sound of the wind?" Lin Mingxiu was really listening to Lin Zhexin.

"Yes, my people told me that Xu Junhe's whereabouts have been normal and wrong recently. It is because of this wrong that I can't help but come to you. And just now, you and... mother's words made me feel. The people behind my affairs..."

Lin Mingxiu frowned slightly and interrupted Lin Zhexun's question: "Who is your person?"

"My old commander in the army...Li Quanyi" Lin Zhewen sorted out his thoughts and began to send the message to him through his mobile phone during the period of time: "He told me that Xu Junhe seemed to run around in various places in the first few days, nightclubs, bars, clubs, and high-end restaurants. But since more than a week ago, he returned to a very normal commute.

These days, even going to and from get off work on time in the morning and evening, basically without any delays. What’s even more strange is that I used to talk and laugh with the clerk at the gas station, but now I just put a gas card in the past without saying a word these two times. It’s so calm that it makes me feel like nothing happened.”

"Can you find out who he has met recently?"

"Li Quanyi is only the head of the criminal group of the Seoul Wide Area Search Team. It is a big taboo to ask him to investigate the prosecutors by a police officer. It is because we have a good personal relationship that he can help me track Seo Junhyuk. However, because it is a private and single-person tracking, the tracking efficiency is not good. There is no way to get a call record of a prosecutor. So I don't know who he meets."

Lin's father lowered his eyes, picked up a bowl of extremely pure water beside him and poured it into the Sheyan inkstone of the huge Ruihai divine beast in front of him.

When grinding the ink, clean water is required. If there are impurities in the water, the grinded ink will be impure. As for adding water, do not firstly, to avoid soaking the ink soft or splashing the ink, so as to gradually add it.

When grinding ink, you should be light and slow, keep the ink flat, circle vertically on the inkstone, and do not grind or push directly. The smell molecules carrying the fragrance of ink jump out of the She inkstone and instantly fill the entire study.

"Don't be too thick ink. If it is thick, add some clean water. Of course, if it is thin, continue to grind the ink strips."

Lin Zhexin was in a dilemma, he was not a professional student. He also wanted to turn his head and ask Lin Mingxiu what stage was thick and what stage was sparse. This was similar to the Hunan cuisine chefs who entertained tourists from other places. Who knows how spicy you want.

After Lin Mingxiu threw out a sentence, he turned around and continued to fiddle with the brush in the exquisitely decorated pen case.

Since you don't say anything, then just grind it slowly...

Lin's father Lin Mingxiu tinted in the pen box for a while, grabbed a pen with a small leaf red sandalwood. Then he turned around and put the pen with the Liaodong Gonglang's hair on the tip of the pen into the She inkstone "Ruihai Divine Beast". The soft hair seemed extremely excited under the nourishment of the top ink, as if he opened every gap to absorb the sweet ink.

Although Lin Zhexun didn't know about the brush, he could also see that it was a good brush. Looking at the pen box next to him, one pencil after another was a pencil with cow horns, mahogany, Xiangfei bamboo, underglaze red, tortoiseshell. One by one, the brushes with exquisite and smoothness, and even a few date-shaped pen tips were eye-catching.

There are many total numbers, dozens of them.

There is also a box of pens next to it that are obviously costly, and the quantity is quite large.

This shows that the one around you really likes to practice calligraphy. To be honest, the characters mounted on the wall are really good. For a Korean, he is definitely a calligrapher level. Even when placed in China, he may be praised by some people.

There is nothing to care about for the owner of the pen. At this time, Lin Mingxiu finally spoke: "Xu Junhe became a prosecutor 6 years ago. At that time, he was 26 years old. He was also a very outstanding person in the Procuratorate at that time. Of course, you should not be proud of those who are a few years younger than him. Although the Procuratorate depends on age and qualifications, if you stand in the right position, you will soar into the sky.

The first prosecutor's office he entered was in the Eastern District Court. I happened to be the deputy prosecutor of the Eastern District Court. His resume was nothing special except being your senior high school senior."

"Oh, his family is not very good. He graduated from a very ordinary university. His major was not a law school. It just so happened that the judicial examination had not been reformed in those years, and he could register for any academic qualifications. It was quite good. He passed the exam three times and then after studying in the Judicial Seminar for 2 years, he came to the Eastern District Inspection Institute with good grades."

Speaking of this, Lin's father smiled, took out the wolf-haired pen from the She Inkstone, held the small-leaf red sandalwood pen holder, and started to do the work on the rice paper.

"If you follow the current requirements, you must require students who graduated from law school like you to apply for the judicial examination. Then Xu Junhe will never want to participate in a legal profession in his life. After all, the tuition fee for any law school requires more than 100 million won. The current system only allows wealthy families to change their classes, and the poor have no chance to learn the law."

While talking, Lin Mingxiu wrote a flat character "Jun" on the right side of the rice paper.

Lin Zhexun was stunned, thinking that Lin's father had lost his horse and had not mastered the shape of the font. However, he saw that the brush in Lin's father was still waving, and a "sheep" was tightly connected under the "jun".

Then he suddenly realized.

The two words "现" and "四" have the same meaning, they are different forms of the same character and have different writing styles. Today, modern China does not use the form of "四四" as "四四".

However, calligraphy is generally written in "王".

After completing the first word, Lin Mingxiu did not continue to touch the ink, but continued to write the second word, and continued to recall the past: "He was transferred to the Central District Inspection Department for the Year before yesterday, and I was also the deputy director of the Central District Inspection Department. At that time, I had some contact with him. He has good abilities, but you also know that there are many smart people in the Procuratorate Department. No matter how smart a person is, he will be buried in the Procuratorate Department. I see that his identity is innocent, he has taken care of him a little. After all, this guy is quite similar to my family when I was a child. So I occasionally get a little closer to him."

Hearing this, Lin Zhexin nodded. His father was from an ordinary family. During the 1980s, he passed the judicial examination once. He was about twenty-five years old when he entered the Procuratorate Office and passed the 23rd national lawyer exam. He was the same period as the current Attorney General of the Korean Sang-Da. At this time, the two were very close. After all, they were classmates from Goryeo University and also passed the lawyer exam at the same time.

But Han Xiangda's father was a lawyer. Lin Mingxiu was just an ordinary family of construction workers. Everything was entered by Goryeo University through his own efforts and brains. In the end, Yu Juelongmen became the "People's Best" prosecutor.

Vertical, horizontal fold, horizontal, horizontal. Horizontal stroke, dot.

After writing the bottom of the word "Bei" in "Xian". Lin Mingxiu felt that the ink in the wolf's brush was not full, so he put the tip of the pen into the Sheyan Inkstone and continued to absorb the ink. He turned his head to look at Lin Zhexu and said, "Later I dropped him into the special investigation department."

Lin Zhexun's heart moved, Special Investigation Department?

Special Investigation Department, this department has a very special status in the Procuratorate Department. It is not only the department where the Procuratorate Department investigates various zz and public figures. The prosecutors in it have more or less various black materials, celebrities, politicians, and even the Blue House. It is the most mysterious and "transparent" place in Korea.

The mystery is for ordinary people, because some people there have all kinds of shocking information that can make people's chins fall, and there are also all kinds of completely unsightly black materials. Of course, it is also the most "transparent" because all kinds of forces there want to bribe the prosecutors inside to see if there is any of their own or other people's explosive information.

Lin's father didn't care about what Lin Zhexun thought, and continued, "You know what happened next. There are too many people in Seoul who want to please me, and there are too many people who find me. As long as people with good knowledge are familiar with my status in Seoul, he is too young and has insufficient qualifications. After I transferred him to the Special Investigation Department, I didn't care much about him. Let him get enough experience. You have experienced the following things."

Lin Zhexin nodded, and he had a memory of the following things:

Xu Junhe, his senior high school, relied on this relationship to find himself and his mother. He wanted to go the harem route and get in touch again. His mother saw that Xu Junhe seemed to be his husband before, so she was not very attentive. Moreover, his husband was surrounded by old men in his 40s to 50s. A prosecutor in his 30s would like to please her, Lu Huiying, and his son's senior, so when the relationship was relatively close, he treated him as a good junior. Before, Lin Zhexun was completely fascinated by the seniors and the halo of the prosecutor.
To be continued...