Riverside police

To make a call, ask the switchboard to transfer...

Thinking of the detective movies he had watched before, Han Yu's eyes lit up and he raised his walkie-talkie to call Suo Zhang.

"They may call others, and others may also call them. Moreover, the person named Ye has a pager. In Donghai, people can page him if they have something to do. If it works well here, then he will definitely have to be paged by others. call back."

"Whether you make a call or answer a call, you have to go through the switchboard!"

"If you can go to the switchboard and listen to their calls, you can figure out what kind of medicine they are selling in their gourds."

"Xianyu, your idea is very good. I will report it to the bureau leader immediately. The problem should not be big."

The Sailors Club's switchboard is inside the Sailors Club. The leader only needs to say hello to the person in charge of the club and he can go there and monitor it without having to ask the post office.

Moreover, evidence has been obtained that three suspects violated foreign exchange control regulations.

The more Zhang Junyan thought about it, the more sense he made. He immediately went upstairs to find the director who had just returned from a meeting, reported the progress of the investigation, and asked for instructions to arrange for police officers to go to the Sailors Club switchboard to monitor.

Two people involved in the case have been arrested, and more than 56,000 yuan in funds involved have been seized, and there are various indications that what has been discovered now is probably just the tip of the iceberg.

Director Chen of the Binjiang Port Public Security Bureau felt that it was necessary to use technical means against the three suspects. Considering the lack of manpower on Zhang Junyan and Jiang Xiaojun's side, he not only agreed, but also ordered the Public Security Section and the Political Security Section to dispatch three police officers to participate in the operation.

It was already 5:56 pm when Han Yu received the news that police officers were monitoring the switchboard.

My sister was not worried about Xiao Dongdong, so she took half an hour off to go back and have a look.

He was the only "attendant" in the guest room on the second floor. He had to turn off the intercom if there was no one to help him look out, otherwise his identity would be easily exposed.

Just as I was wondering if the three suspects would make a call, Sister Wu, who was in charge of the guest room on the first floor today, walked up with two lunch boxes.

"San'er, it's time to eat!"

"Sister Wu, whose lunch box is this?"

"You think it's unhygienic?"

"How is that possible? I'm afraid that people will dislike me."

"The lunch box belongs to Director Jiang. Just clean it for her after eating. There are foreign guests today, and bread is baked downstairs. I stole one for you. Eat it quickly without letting them see it."

"Stealed!"

"It's just a piece of bread. How big a deal it is. If you don't want to eat it, hide it quickly and ask Sister You to bring it to Dongdong later."

Sister Wu looked back and said with a bit of envy and a bit of jealousy: "When it comes to eating secretly, none of those little girls in the restaurant downstairs have ever eaten secretly. They eat bread, cakes, milk, ice cream, whatever. What, the guests didn’t eat as much as they did.”

The Seamen's Club is definitely a unit that admires and despises each other.

The waiters in the restaurant are all young and beautiful girls. I feel that the eldest lady in the housekeeping department has a leisurely job. Not only is she always lazy, but she can also change shifts freely.

The ladies in the housekeeping department envied them for being young and beautiful, working in the restaurant and having good food to eat.

On the issue of how they view the salespersons of the foreign-related shops on the first floor, the attitudes of the ladies in the catering department and the housekeeping department are surprisingly consistent.

They all feel that the salespersons are the happiest. They dress up beautifully and sit at the counter without doing anything. If prices hadn't skyrocketed some time ago, they wouldn't be able to sell much cigarettes and alcohol in a year.

The ones with the most transcendent status are the chefs, side dish and pastry chefs in the back kitchen, but I heard that there are several factions within them.

The chefs who cook Dianshao look down on the chefs who cook Western food, and the Western chefs look down on those who cook Dianshao. Pastry chefs who make steamed buns, dumplings, and rolls are just as difficult to deal with as pastry chefs who make bread and cakes.

In my sister’s words, relationships in the club are complicated.

Han Yu was just an outsider and didn't want to get involved in this topic. He hid the bread, opened the lunch box, and asked curiously: "Sister Wu, the seven guest rooms have been packed already. When will the foreign guests come."

"Manager Wang called the shipping agency and was told that the ship was being handed over. If the handover was not made clear, the old captain and the old crew would not be able to get off the ship."

"When will this be handed over?"

"I don't know either."

While we were chatting, a customer downstairs called the waiter.

Sister Wu didn't dare to let the guests wait, so she quickly went downstairs with her lunch box.

The staff meals at the Sailors Club are very good, including meat, vegetables and soup, but you have to go to the staff restaurant to get the soup.

Just when Han Yu was halfway through eating, Ye Xingguo, Zhang Asheng, and Shen Rulan came out.

Seeing the three of them approaching the door of the duty room, Han Yu quickly put down his chopsticks and stood up.

"Manager Ye, let's go out for dinner."

"I had a late lunch and I'm not very hungry. We plan to go downstairs for a walk first."

Ye Xingguo stopped, took a look, and said with a smile: "You've eaten everything, braised chicken nuggets, the food is fine."

Han Yuzheng didn't know how to proceed. Shen Rulan, who was all dressed up, squeezed to the door and asked with a smile: "You are Manager Ye's little fellow Xianyu."

"Yes, hello."

"Where's your sister?"

"I'm going home to take care of my kids. Come right over. If you have anything, you can tell me."

Shen Rulan knew that Ye Xingguo had told the little devil in front of him about the foreign exchange certificates, so she asked bluntly: "Xianyu, I heard that there are crew members who came ashore today and want to live here with you. When will they come?"

She wouldn't ask these questions for no reason, she was obviously waiting for the foreign crew members.

Han Yu said quickly: "I just asked, Sister Wu downstairs said that the people on the ship are handing over, and they can't come over until the handover is completed."

"They booked a room for a few days and planned to stay there for a few days."

"It seems that we only booked it for one night. We will leave early tomorrow morning."

"It's so urgent. Why don't they stay a few more days?"

"They are on vacation after getting off the ship. They must be in a hurry to go home. Sister Xu from the reception desk downstairs and Translator Yang from the shipping agency are classmates. Sister Xu said that the shipping agency has booked all the tickets for them."

Han Yu noticed that the three of them were carrying bags wherever they went. He knew that the bags were full of money without asking, and he was worried that it would be unsafe to leave them in the room.

Ye Xingguo didn't know what Han Yu was thinking, so he subconsciously asked: "Where are the tickets?"

"I'm going to Donghai tomorrow morning."

"What else did Miss Xu from the reception desk say?"

"Sister Xu said that Translator Yang will also go to the East China Sea tomorrow and will send the foreign crew members to the airport."

Shen Rulan's husband Zhang Asheng, the short, fat suspect with a mole on his chin, felt that this situation was very important and immediately took out the key: "Manager Ye, let me go to the room and make a phone call first."

Ye Xingguo also felt that time was urgent and muttered: "Let's go together."

…

In the telephone switchboard room of the Sailors' Club, two policemen from the Political Security Section of the Binjiang Port Public Security Bureau not only wore headphones like the operators, but one was guarding a video recorder with a large roll of tape, and the other was holding a pen ready to take notes at any time.

The operator on duty was a little nervous at first, but now he feels much better. As soon as the indicator light comes on, he asks in standard Mandarin where he wants it, and then unplugs the plug and inserts it into the corresponding socket.

There were a lot of phone calls and it was very busy.

But until now, there has been no movement in rooms 216 and 218 that are to be monitored.

The operator was wondering when the indicator light indicating that someone was calling in room 218 turned on. He quickly made a gesture, answered the call, held down the earphone and asked, "Hello, this is the switchboard. Where do you want me to go?"

"Hello, I am a customer of 218. I want to make two calls. One is Binjiang and the other is Donghai long-distance. Should you dial for me or should I dial directly?"

"Hello, I will transfer the outside line for you, you can call directly."

"OK, thanks."

After waiting for several hours, there was finally movement.

The tall policeman immediately pressed the recording switch, and saw the tape tray begin to rotate.

The short policeman held the pen tightly and concentrated on it.

The operator turned on the meter and looked at them curiously while transferring other internal calls.

"Brother Zhu, I'm Zhang Asheng. I bought tickets from you last time. Yes, three tickets to the East China Sea tomorrow morning. There are no third-class tickets. Please help me think of a way. Money is not an issue, okay. I live there. In room 218 of the Sailors Club..."

This phone call is for scalpers to buy boat tickets.

The short policeman looked at the meter and quickly wrote down the scalper's phone number.

We are dealing with a big case now, and I can't take care of the scalper who resells the tickets for a while.

He was thinking that when the big case in front of him was finished and there was evidence, he could hand it over to the Binjiang Port Police Station for investigation, when the suspect made a second call.

Judging from the content of the call, the other party was a public phone.

After waiting for about two minutes, the real owner arrived and asked eagerly: "Who is it?"

"Abin, it's me."

"Brother-in-law, what's wrong? Is things not going well?"

"It's going pretty well, but the situation has changed a bit. Those people are going to the East China Sea early tomorrow morning to fly back to China. They are in the process of handing over and they haven't even gotten off the ship yet.

We don't have much time left. If we can't reach an agreement in Binjiang, we may have to go to the airport to negotiate tomorrow. Can you drive to the pier to pick us up tomorrow? "

The person on the other end of the phone said: "Except for the captain who is German, the others who are disembarking for leave this time are all Indians. Indians are very clever and it is impossible for them not to make money if they have money."

Zhang Asheng said: "They have never been to China before. What if they don't believe us and dare not ask for our foreign exchange certificates."

"Brother-in-law, are you going to go to the airport with them and accompany them to exchange the foreign exchange certificates into US dollars?"

"This is the only way to go."

"Brother-in-law, I probably won't be able to pick you up tomorrow. The company is very busy during this period, and the leaders use cars every day..."

"If you can't get out, help me find one."

"Okay, wait for those Indians to go ashore and talk to them first. It's best if we can reach an agreement. If they don't believe it, call me then and I will help you find a car."