Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the restaurant, someone immediately closed the door of the restaurant behind him.
Dong Qiangqiang turned around when he heard the sound, only to hear the doorman ask in German: "Who are you? Why did you come in?"
Dong Qiangqiang thought to himself that this was a restaurant, could he still swim in it? But when he saw the eye-catching word "POLIZEI" on the uniform of the person opposite him, his heart moved, he raised his cell phone and said, "I was eating here, and I just went out to answer the phone."
The man pointed his chin toward the restaurant and ordered indifferently: "Go in and wait."
Dong Qiangqiang slowly walked into the restaurant. The dining atmosphere that had been joyful and peaceful just a few minutes ago had become solemn with the influx of police officers. A sense of solemnity arose in Dong Qiangqiang's heart.
I saw a group of policemen in police uniforms and civilian clothes, walking in and out of the kitchen, running upstairs and downstairs. At the checkout counter, a tall German man in casual clothes was lowering his head and talking to a German woman next to him. After the German woman listened to the tall man's words, she turned to the chefs in front of her, but the chefs But they all looked confused.
Dong Qiangqiang looked around and saw that most of the members of the tour group were sitting on chairs looking at everything in front of them in horror. Only a few people had food placed in front of them, and the middle-aged woman who just mumbled about Dong Qiangqiang was looking down at herself. She devoured a large bowl of egg fried rice in front of her, completely ignoring the policemen walking around. It was obvious that she was really hungry.
Just as Dong Qiangqiang was observing the situation, someone behind him suddenly called his name in a low voice: "Hey, Xiao Dong, where were you just now?"
Without looking back, Dong Qiangqiang could tell that the person calling him was Mr. Cheng. He turned his head and saw Mr. Cheng squinting at him with his head half lowered, waving to him cautiously as if he was seeing a savior.
Dong Qiangqiang walked to Mr. Cheng and sat down suspiciously. While continuing to look at the police, he asked, "What's going on? Why did so many police suddenly appear?"
"You asked me and I still want to ask you." Mr. Cheng raised his head with a fake smile on his face, pretending to be calm and calm as he watched the busy policemen running back and forth while gritting his molar teeth and word by word. He jumped out and said, "What kind of shabby place did you pick? Is this a place where serious people would come to eat?"
Dong Qiangqiang thought that he was indeed blind, and Mr. Cheng must be even more confused than himself at this time.
"Hurry up and ask what's going on." Mr. Cheng urged in a low voice, "If nothing happens, let's see if we can evacuate first? Let the store pack the dishes you have ordered for us, and return the dishes that have not been fried directly. Come on early Leave this place of right and wrong.”
Before Dong Qiangqiang had time to answer, he heard a Chinese voice with incomprehensible yin, yang, and tones coming from the cashier: "Who here understands both German and Chinese?"
Mr. Cheng somehow understood the other party's question at this time. He stretched out his hand to push Dong Qiangqiang out of his seat and shouted: "There is someone here who understands."
Dong Qiangqiang was dumbfounded by his actions. He didn't expect that this man named Cheng would be very efficient in getting him work.
When the German woman saw Dong Qiangqiang "taking the initiative" to stand up, she whispered something to the tall man sideways. The tall man stared at Dong Qiangqiang's face and nodded, while waving to him, gesturing for him to come forward and speak.
As soon as Dong Qiangqiang approached the checkout counter, he saw a man in a black suit who looked like a manager rushing to speak in weird Mandarin with a clear accent: "Friend, please help us quickly, we can't understand." What are the police saying..."
Before he finished speaking, the chefs surrounding him immediately echoed: "That's right, I don't understand what they are talking about at all..." "They have been here several times, after all. What are you doing?" "I can't understand a word of the Chinese that the woman said..." "Many of these people came in from the back door. My pot was just hot and the food was not in the pot. They rushed in. Let me get off the stove..."
Dialects from all over the world rang out at the same time, and Dong Qiangqiang instantly understood why the German woman could not understand the chefs' words. Even he, who has listened to Mandarin for more than 20 years, could not understand what they meant.
He sniffed his nose and asked, "Wait, do you smell something mushy?"
One of the chefs suddenly jumped up in the air and screamed: "Oops..."
Before he could rush into the back kitchen, a policeman had already rushed into the back kitchen holding a fire extinguisher.
"Good evening, sir, can you help us translate between German and Chinese?" the German woman asked Dong Qiangqiang word by word, staring at him.
"Okay. But can I know what's going on here first?" Dong Qiangqiang explained, "This may help me translate."
The tall man looked at Dong Qiangqiang with a sinking expression: "My name is Wolfgang Ashmann, I belong to the Hamburg Police Department and I am fully responsible for this search operation. This is the search warrant." As he spoke, he handed Dong Qiangqiang a A piece of A4 paper stamped with a red seal, with words densely written on it. Dong Qiangqiang received the search warrant and read it quickly while listening to the other party continue: "This operation was jointly carried out by the German Federal Police, the Hamburg Prosecutor's Office, German Customs, and the German Federal Border Police. We suspect that this restaurant is suspected of infringement. The legitimate rights and interests of the chef are also suspected of using smugglers as labor. The person standing opposite me now is the person in charge of this restaurant, but he can’t understand what we translated, so I need you to translate what happened today to them, and please They cooperated with our search."
Although Dong Qiangqiang was shocked, he still translated Wolfgang's words to the restaurant owner and chefs. When the chefs heard this, they immediately got angry and started arguing with each other.
The restaurant owner whispered to Dong Qiangqiang: "My friend, to tell you the truth, I am a Malaysian Chinese, and my Chinese and German are not good. My wife's German is much better than mine, but she happens to be out of town and is not here. What you just said I know very well about the incident. These policemen came just once a few months ago, but they found nothing that time. I don’t know why they decided that there was something wrong with us, but what I am sure of is that this time they did something else. They can’t be found, because we don’t have the problems he mentioned at all, and they are all nonsense.”
"But they have a search warrant, so you have to cooperate." Although Dong Qiangqiang deeply sympathized with the restaurant owner, he was helpless. After all, the other party also acted in accordance with the law.
Wolfgang suddenly interrupted the conversation between Dong Qiangqiang and the restaurant owner: "Did he understand the meaning?"
"Yes." Dong Qiangqiang answered honestly, "But he said..."
"OK, if they understand, then we have to start clearing the place." Wolfgang announced in a loud voice, "Attention to all units, let all diners leave in an orderly manner as soon as possible, then lock the door and prepare for a thorough search .”
No matter how stupid the people in the tour group were, they could understand that this was not a place to stay for a long time, and they immediately ran out of the restaurant like loaches in the mud. Dong Qiangqiang was accompanying Mr. Cheng. Just as he was about to leave the restaurant, he heard Wolfgang shouting from behind: "Let the translator stay here."
As soon as Mr. Cheng stepped out of the restaurant, he couldn't wait to scold you: "Xiao Dong, I have to criticize you for what happened tonight. What kind of restaurant did you choose? It's simply terrible. None of us are satisfied, so today Just a tip..."
He was about to continue talking when he suddenly realized that Dong Qiangqiang did not answer his words. He turned around suddenly and saw Dong Qiangqiang still standing in the restaurant. He hurriedly shouted: "Hey, come out quickly..."
As he greeted, the door of the restaurant slowly closed. Dong Qiangqiang stood in the door with a wry smile and shook his head, and was taken back to the restaurant lobby by the police.
The evening breeze of the summer night blew the tips of Mr. Cheng Cheng's hair, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Hey, I'm so stupid. I thought we could leave without him asking about our business, but I didn't know that we would indeed leave. , but he was left behind.”
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