Simulation Game: Crisis Management

Chapter 566 - 256: Opportunity (2)

Lin Renna moved very quickly.

Gu Ji had just messaged her yesterday, and this woman turned around and wrote an article, accompanied by photos he took at the hospital, which sparked intense discussions on Twitter.

It’s important to know.

In the hospital, aside from the respiratory department, operating rooms, endoscopy department, and laboratory, areas that are easily exposed to patient cough droplets, secretions, and bodily fluids, requiring proper protection, most of the other departments don’t wear masks.

Such abnormal actions at Shansang Hospital naturally aroused suspicion among the South Korean netizens.

Combined with Lin Renna’s message from yesterday, many people began to believe that Shansang Hospital was definitely hiding something.

Suddenly.

The topic "Virulent virus invades South Korea" became hotly discussed.

[Is Shansang Hospital just after money, ignoring our lives?]

[Hurry and leave Seoul, it’s about to become a danger zone!]

[The movie ’The Flu’ might become reality!]

[You guys scare me, can any professionals give accurate information, should we start hoarding medicine and food now?]

[It’s true, my girlfriend is a nurse at Shansang Hospital, she hasn’t come home recently, and doesn’t let me visit her, we can only talk by phone!]

[Bro, are you sure your girlfriend isn’t cheating on you?]

[If anyone has a fever, cough, or breathing difficulties, feel free to visit AM Hospital. We absolutely respect every patient’s health and safety.]

Looking at these comments, Gu Ji finally got a grasp on the situation.

The public opinion was gradually shaping up. Although this might cause panic, compared to quickly making the South Korean government pay attention and step in for control, such a negative impact was negligible.

However, the last message caught his attention.

Mainly because the second half of it seemed like a blatant mockery of Seoul Shansang Hospital, do they hold a grudge?

Gu Ji clicked on the avatar and found out it was an official account.

After some searching, he understood their grievance.

AM Electronics is a technology innovator in Korea’s consumer electronics, mobile communications, and home appliances sectors. In recent years, it has been overshadowed by Shansang in the mobile industry, though it has held its ground in home appliances, especially in display technology.

So, there is a direct conflict of interest between them.

To counter Shansang Group, AM Electronics also began to delve into the medical and chemical fields, and invested 3.8 trillion won in Seoul to build AM Hospital, directly opposing Shansang Hospital.

The so-called "enemy’s enemy is a friend."

Gu Ji vaguely found a new opportunity.

But just then, a "knock, knock, knock" sounded at the door.

He paused, eyes sharp.

Since yesterday, Gu Ji noticed someone had been tailing and monitoring him. He first tucked the Poison Needle Trap mine at the back of his waist, turned on his phone’s recording button, then drew a kitchen knife, slowly approaching the door along the wall.

"Who is it?"

"Mr. Jin, I have important information to report to you!"

Unexpectedly, a relatively soft female voice came from outside.

Gu Ji did not lower his guard.

He hugged the wall, extending his hand to position the kitchen knife at the peephole, found the reflective angle, and saw the scene in the corridor outside the door.

A young girl in a white shirt and gray pleated skirt stood pitifully at the door.

Her youthful appearance and immature skin indicated that she was likely a high school student.

"How did you know my address, who exactly are you?"

"I got it from your secretary. I’m Park Jiyeon, daughter of Wushan Base survivor Park Jun-ryeol. My dad has been telling me lately that someone wants to harm him, and if he disappears, I should come to you. Then yesterday, he... he suddenly disappeared."

Gu Ji frowned slightly.

He had indeed seen the name "Park Jun-ryeol" in "Jin Zhijiu’s" files, a surviving researcher from the Wushan Base.

So he messaged Secretary Pei Nanzhu, and after confirming that someone indeed called to inquire about his address, he sheathed the kitchen knife, put on a mask, and opened the door.

Though the Wushan Base case was unrelated to his current mission.

The explosion at the research institute was significant, and even linked to enemies in his real life and the truth behind his father’s accident, something he couldn’t ignore.

"Mr. Jin, what should I do now..."

As soon as Park Jiyeon entered, tears started flowing. She suddenly ripped open her shirt, revealing a large white area, and rushed toward him.

Gu Ji reacted swiftly, dodging backward instantly.

But as he moved.

"Click! Click!"

Numerous flashes suddenly lit up the corridor.

Several burly men in black suits, wearing lewd smiles, swiftly came forward from the darkness.

The leading man had darker skin, a yellow crew cut, small eyes, and a tattoo on his neck. He was holding a Canon camera.

"Tsk tsk tsk, who knew our Mr. Jin had such a kink, playing with high school girls in his apartment. Mr. Jin, since you’re familiar with the law, could you help me analyze how many years would a prosecutor attempting to coerce a minor get?"

"Are you from Shansang?"

Gu Ji subtly raised an eyebrow, gripping the kitchen knife in his right hand, while his left hand discreetly moved toward his waist to ensure he could grab the Poison Needle Trap mine any time.

With his extensive combat experience.

He immediately recognized that these men were all practiced fighters, especially the crew-cut man with tattoos, whose hands bore calluses from often handling knives and guns.

"Oh, Mr. Jin, do we look like white-collar workers coming and going from the Shansang office towers?"

As he spoke, the crew-cut man feigned realization, tapping his forehead with his hand, squinting his small eyes, and pulling out a business card from his pocket.

"Ah~ I just remembered, I haven’t properly introduced myself to Mr. Jin. I’m Choi Ridou, a thug for the Seoul City North Mountain Dog Gang, kamsahamnida!"

Gu Ji couldn’t help but sneer coldly, "Who are you performing for?"

Upon hearing this.

Choi Ridou’s smile disappeared instantly, his small eyes half-closed menacingly.

"Mr. Jin, you’re a smart man, so I’ll be straightforward. Mind your own business, there’s no good outcome for you if you keep pushing."

He shook the camera in his hand.

"Do you think you can threaten me with these photos?"

Not to mention he didn’t even touch the high school girl, even if the photos were posted online, the worst that could happen would be a suspension investigation, which wouldn’t affect any of Gu Ji’s actions at all.

"Mr. Jin, you are really something."

Choi Ridou clapped his hands, pulling out a piece of paper from his coat, and began to recite: "Jin Zhijiu, 36 years old, graduated from Seoul National University’s biology department, father named Jin Yuexi..."

"You investigated me."

Once Gu Ji heard the other party recite his information in detail, he understood why Jiang Chengxun had suddenly been avoiding him.

Indeed, if a gang like this had their eyes on you.

Anyone would be scared.

After all, Jiang Chengxun was just an ordinary CDC researcher, facing dual threats from Shansang and the gang, there would be no use even if he called the police, at most they’d catch a couple of scapegoats.

Meanwhile, the gang could easily send people to attack his parents back home.

"It’s good you understand." Choi Ridou squinted his eyes, threateningly.

"Oh? Are you saying you dare to attack a prosecutor of the Republic of Korea?"

"Hehehe, then you’re welcome to try. This time I’m here to talk calmly, but if things continue like this, I can’t ensure next time will be as gentle with you, Mr. Jin!"

"Well, I’d really like to see you try."

Gu Ji’s calm words seemed to pierce into Choi Ridou’s ears like ice picks.

What a joke, a proud member of the Dragon and Tiger Assault Team, someone who wasn’t even afraid of gangs at the level of Japan’s Ryoben Society, why would he fear a small, obscure Korean gang?

Choi Ridou’s face twisted grimly, as his underlings were stirred with anger.

"Cough cough cough..."