In Zhongxi No. 1 Industrial Park, Huo Yu was leaning on a chair in the office, holding an American ice cream in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, scrolling aimlessly. Every time she scrolled for a while, she couldn't help but open WeChat and take a look.
However, as time passed by and until night, there was still no reply from the phone. If the inquiry in the early morning could be explained by the fact that it was too late, then the silence now showed that the other party did not want to talk to her.
"What a bastard..."
Huo Yu threw away his phone, leaned on the chair and murmured.
She made up her mind never to take the initiative to say a word to this guy again.
At this time, a subordinate broke into the office and said loudly in English, "Director Huo, there is something abnormal in the surveillance."
Huo Yu immediately turned over and sat up, "What's abnormal?"
The employee placed a tablet in front of Huo Yu. Huo Yu pulled it down and took a look. In the key areas she repaired last night, several people were sneaking around outside the barbed wire fence.
Huo Yu immediately sat up straight. After staring at the surveillance camera for a few seconds, she stood up, took down a baton from the wall next to her, and said, "Let's go and take a look."
As the order was issued, the factory security department immediately began to operate in an orderly manner. Dozens of security guards wearing the same employee uniforms, wearing iron helmets and holding electric shock batons, followed Huo Yu and strode towards the outside of the factory. People who saw Huo Yu on the road bent down and bowed, shouting, "Hello, Director Huo."
At this moment, it was already dark. Huo Yu led people to the wasteland on the edge of the factory. Here, she raised her hands to the left and right, and the people behind her immediately divided into three groups and surrounded them on the left and right. One group followed her and strode towards the ghosts outside the factory. The sneaky man rushes over.
Those few people were also smart. When they saw someone coming, they ran away without hesitation.
Huo Yu shouted: "Stop!"
In an instant, dozens of flashlights lit up in all directions.
Those people panicked and ran wildly in the fields outside the factory.
Huo Yu chased after them.
However, a more dazzling light shot out from the darkness, accompanied by the hum of the engine.
Several motorcycles emerged from behind the mounds in the field. Those people jumped on the motorcycles without looking back. They drove the motorcycles and knocked away the security personnel who were outflanking them. They risked their lives to get out of the overgrown weeds. He rushed down the slope and disappeared without a trace in the billowing smoke.
Huo Yu saw these people running away so fast and knew that he had met a repeat offender.
She walked over to the employee who was knocked down and helped him up. The employee was grateful and kept saying that he was fine. Huo Yu looked around and said, "These people who come here to visit must be planning something. Go and look around to see if you can see any construction tools."
A group of people searched around the dark factory perimeter with flashlights. Sure enough, they found some large iron pliers, insulated gloves, small electric saws and other miscellaneous tools in the cement pipes on the roadside. .
"These people are here to steal cables."
The employee said, “We have had cables stolen before, and we don’t even know where they came from.”
"Damn it, if I had known they had a car we would have driven here too."
Huo Yu cursed: "It will definitely be a great achievement if we catch them."
When she took office as a new officer, she couldn't wait to show off her abilities and let these guys run away, but that was not what she wanted to see.
“It would be nice to know in advance.”
The men on the side comforted her, "They must have had a hard time with so many tools confiscated. They may not be able to recover for a long time."
"What does this mean? Go and lay nails on the road they pass by."
Huo Yu ordered coldly: "Also, find me twenty more police dogs. You can get them."
"Can...can get it..."
"They came as soon as it got dark, and they kept it so hidden. Hmm, maybe there's an agent of theirs in the factory." Huo Yu rubbed his chin and muttered, "It's also possible that they were undercover and then shared the spoils together. I don't know for sure."
The subordinates on the side looked at this resolute supervisor with concern, and realized that she was starting to show her true intentions.
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On the other side, after Song Wenbin finally explained to his mother the fact that he was working, he looked up and saw that it was already dark. He was feeling a little depressed as he ate the lump of instant noodles.
If he doesn't call, he feels like he's not a son of a man. After making the call, he feels regretful. It's better not to call. His mother, Li Yue, doesn't know about his job. On the phone, she keeps trying to persuade him to go back early and take over some work at a telecommunications company. The words were sad and exaggerated, as if he would die soon after leaving the telecommunications company.
After eating instant noodles, Song Wenbin planned to rest on the bench for the night as usual.
But a security guard with a flashlight wandered over from the other side. He came to Song Wenbin, pointed the flashlight at him, and started chattering.
Because of the language barrier, Song Wenbin didn't know what he was talking about, and he didn't want to know what he was talking about. But the security guard's words became more and more fierce, and he pointed at the camera on the street light from time to time.
Song Wenbin probably understood what the security guard meant.
He is not allowed to sleep on a park bench.
Song Wenbin stood up helplessly. The security guard refused to let him sleep on the chair, and he didn't want to sleep on the chair yet. Heck, what normal person would like to sleep on a park bench, isn't it because he is poor?
Song Wenbin, who was driven out of the park by security guards, frowned and wandered around the streets of Seoul. He couldn't sleep on the park benches, the hotels outside were too expensive, and he only had 300 yuan on him. Where on earth should he go?
After thinking about it, Song Wenbin thought again of the dark Mawu village he saw that night. He remembered...next to that village, there was a place similar to a county seat. He didn't know what the prices were like in that place. If the prices If it was cheap enough, he might be able to deal with it there for a few nights until he could recuperate his fingers.
With this in mind, Song Wenbin followed the navigation and walked towards the Kowloon District of Seoul again.
This walk lasted for three or four hours, and it was already late at night when he came to Kowloon District on the edge of Seoul again.
Looking at the dark night in the distance, he stopped and started asking around the shops if there was a place to live.
However, as I continued to ask, I found out that the hotels here either cost two or three hundred and a night, or they were engaged in the flesh business, and Song Wenbin didn't want to go in at all.
Song Wenbin estimated that it would take about a week for his hand to heal. He didn't want to spend hundreds of dollars a night in a restaurant. He wouldn't know what to eat tomorrow after staying one night.
It was late at night, and the tired Song Wenbin didn't want to walk anymore. He directly found a wall and sat down, planning to spend the night there.
Not long after he sat down, several young figures walked out of the darkness in the distance. They were a few idle young people. They were shouting something loudly as they walked, dancing and talking fiercely.
When Song Wenbin saw someone coming, he stood up instinctively, looking wary.
The young people passed by Song Wenbin and walked towards a small supermarket not far away.
Song Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that this place was not conducive to rest because of the people coming and going, so he wanted to change seats.
However, at this time, someone behind him shouted loudly in Korean: "Hey! Wait a minute."
Song Wenbin couldn't understand what those people were saying, so he didn't look back and just walked in a hurry.
The young men looked at each other, then quickly came to Song Wenbin and surrounded him.
Song Wenbin was surrounded inexplicably, so he was naturally unhappy and frowned.
An arrogant young man stood next to Song Wenbin, chattering nonchalantly.
Song Wenbin couldn't understand his words and just remained silent.
When those gangsters saw that their words did not receive a response, they thought that Song Wenbin was looking down on them, so their words became more intense, and some pushing and pushing movements were inevitable with their hands.
Song Wenbin sighed in his heart. He didn't know whether it was his natural constitution that caused trouble, or whether Seoul was just like this.
He said, "I don't know Korean. If any of you know Chinese, come out and translate."
When he opened his mouth to speak, several gangsters couldn't understand, and they even started gibbering.
Song Wenbin was a little annoyed when he saw them chatting incessantly, so he asked loudly, "Doesn't anyone here know Chinese?"
The gangster still didn't understand, but someone had already started touching him.
At this time, a young man with yellow hair who was about the same age as Song Wenbin came out of the supermarket nearby. He was carrying a bag of noodles and two bottles of wine. Hearing the shouts, he looked towards Song Wenbin and spoke loudly in Korean. Said: "What are you doing?"
When several gangsters heard the sound, their movements were a little restrained, but they were still very excited. They stretched out their hands and waved at the yellow-haired young man, asking him to come over.
The yellow-haired young man came over with a drink. After listening to what some gangsters said, he looked Song Wenbin up and down, and said to him impatiently in broken Chinese: "My friend asked you to lend them some money to buy cigarettes. Do you have ?"
Song Wenbin frowned and blocked the road to ask for money. It was not like he had never encountered this kind of thing before. He had encountered this kind of thing frequently when he was in Nigeria. However, he only had a few hundred dollars on him, so he was naturally not prepared to spend money to avoid disaster.
"How can you tell that I look like a rich man?" Song Wenbin said, "I am about to sleep on the street."
After the yellow-haired young man helped translate, the gangsters refused to let him go. The yellow-haired young man translated: "My friend said you are not like Koreans. Foreigners who come to Seoul are very rich. They don't need much. They just want to borrow money to buy a pack of cigarettes."
Song Wenbin thought for a while and thought of what Ambassador Cui said to him that night, so he shook his head and said calmly: "I said, I am very poor, probably as poor as you. Poor people and poor people should not hurt each other. Instead we should unite and help each other.”
The yellow-haired young man was stunned for a moment after hearing what he said, but he translated it.
But the group of gangsters opposite him became very impatient after hearing what he said. Some even waited for their eyes and reached out to grab his clothes, trying to use force.
But the yellow-haired young man shouted and stopped their actions.
Then he translated to Song Wenbin: "My companions don't care about solidarity and help, they just want money to buy a pack of cigarettes."
Looking at the group of excited gangsters, Song Wenbin was very calm. He said: "You can translate it for me and your friends. I can do business with them. If any of them want to smoke, I can pay for it. But at the same time, I also Need a place to stay, and if they're willing to give me a place to stay, then it's a good deal, everyone helps each other, and if they're not willing to give me a place to stay, then it's a rough robbery."
After a pause, Song Wenbin said: "Ask them whether they are willing to bear the reputation of a robber, or whether they are willing to be a righteous man who provides help in times of need."
After Song Wenbin finished speaking, he looked at the yellow-haired young man. I hope he can help translate what he said, but the yellow-haired young man did not translate. On the contrary, he just looked at Song Wenbin blankly, his lips slightly opened.
The gangsters on the side were waiting impatiently and chirping loudly.
The yellow-haired young man did not look at the gangsters, nor did he translate for Song Wenbin. He just silently took out 10,000 Korean won from his pocket and handed it to the gangsters. Those gangsters got money to buy cigarettes, made a few vulgar gestures with their thumbs down at Song Wenbin, and then happily went to buy cigarettes.
Song Wenbin was surprised and asked, "Why don't you translate it for me?"
The yellow-haired young man smiled, stretched out his hand to Song Wenbin, and said, "Because I want to be a righteous man and don't want to give up the opportunity to them."
Song Wenbin was a little speechless, but he still shook the young man's hand and said, "Thank you for helping me out. Do you know of any cheap accommodation nearby?"
"Come on, come with me, I'll take you to my house."
The young man said.
