In less than ten seconds, a middle-aged man with sparse hair, a sallow face, and big dark circles under his eyes wandered around the cashier window in panic. He was surprised to find a room full of police officers, and quickly opened the door from the window. Then walked out.
He rubbed his hands nervously on the back of the wrinkled and dirty chef's clothes. It looked like they hadn't been washed for a long time, and there were many fingerprints on the front and back.
What followed him was a middle-aged woman with yellow hair, pale face, and medium build. The woman had red eye circles and a worried look on her face. She was holding a child with an invisible smile on her face in each hand. The child looked like this. The appearance and height should be that of a school-age child.
Dong Qiangqiang heard the policeman who looked like the person in charge asking the middle-aged man a few questions in English. He saw the middle-aged man bowing humbly, as if he wanted to bow to the other person, and at the same time replied with a few words in a submissive and inarticulate manner.
The person in charge ignored the middle-aged man and tilted his head at the other police officers. The police received instructions and began to search every corner of the restaurant. Several police officers went straight into the back kitchen.
In an instant, the tables and chairs in the restaurant were tilted. The latch of the electronic display screen for the dishes was quickly unplugged, and the display screen was opened a crack. The police were like maintenance workers looking inside the display screen, as if there was something unknown hidden in it. secret.
The TV in the corner was moved to the side, and the signal immediately disappeared, with snowflakes on the screen.
Dong Qiangqiang seemed to understand the reason for the broken ceiling.
The middle-aged man looked at the actions of the police with an indifferent expression, as if he was not surprised. There was no fear on the middle-aged woman's face, she just pursed her lips tightly, glanced at her husband worriedly, and at the same time pulled the frightened child to her side.
Lao Zheng came close to Dong Qiangqiang and Lao Bai and said dissatisfied: "Director Bai, this place is too bad, there are so many police officers, please leave quickly, we are all so hungry that our hearts are in front of our backs."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of pots and pans falling to the ground from the kitchen. The middle-aged man stood there indifferently, motionless, as if what was thrown was not his stuff, but the middle-aged man. The young woman covered the eyes and ears of the two children.
Lao Bai waved his hand without saying a word, and everyone hurried out of the door as if they had received amnesty, for fear of staying in this slum-like place for another second.
Dong Qiangqiang walked at the end of the crowd and couldn't help but look back and take another look before going out. He saw vague figures swaying left and right on the wall behind the cash register window, which was exactly the same as what he experienced in the burger restaurant that night. It seemed that the police were rummaging through the kitchen for clues.
The children were like frightened birds, nestled tightly in their mother's arms.
Dong Qiangqiang's feet never crossed the threshold. He sighed inwardly. He wanted to know whether the subsequent development of things would be the same as that in Hamburg.
The people who had not eaten were walking angrily behind Lao Bai. Suddenly a gruff voice complained from the crowd: "Why did you bring us to such a shabby place? How do you do this as a tour guide? Are you stupid?" "
The direct expression of one's feelings without a title expresses the dissatisfaction in one's heart vividly.
"The people you just saw are former refugees who were naturalized in Italy two years ago." Lao Bai didn't take offense to the complaints, and he didn't defend coming here because it was everyone's choice. He knows that people often find a target to blame when they make wrong decisions, in order to reduce their guilt when making wrong decisions. "He is 28 years old this year."
Everyone was in an uproar when they heard this. Most of them thought that the man was at least 45 years old. But after a while, no one cared about his tragic experience. Everyone agreed: as compensation, Lao Bai should take them to a real Chinese restaurant for a good meal as soon as possible.
When the train was about to leave, Lao Bai realized that Dong Qiangqiang had not followed him. He gave Tong Lele a look, and Tong Lele understood, jumped out of the car and walked towards the restaurant.
When the banging of pots and pans stopped, the police officers filed out of the back kitchen. The young male police officer who walked out last signaled the middle-aged man to go into the back kitchen alone, and the middle-aged man walked in obediently.
"What are you looking at?" Tong Lele asked Dong Qiangqiang in a low voice as he walked into the restaurant, "There's a carload of people waiting for you."
Dong Qiangqiang looked intently in the direction of the kitchen: "Wait a little longer."
"Lao Bai said that this man was a refugee before and he is only 28 this year." Tong Lele said with emotion, "He is two years older than Lao Bai but he looks like Lao Bai's father."
Dong Qiangqiang looked stunned, and instantly understood Lao Bai's intention of bringing everyone to the restaurant.
"Hurry up, don't keep people waiting." Seeing that Dong Qiangqiang had no intention of leaving, Tong Lele urged him again, and then left the restaurant again.
Dong Qiangqiang couldn't hear any conversation in the kitchen, but not long after, he saw a middle-aged man walking slowly from the kitchen to the cashier. With a dull expression, he opened the drawer containing the banknotes and took them out with hands like dead wood. A pile of crumpled banknotes, he counted it twice mechanically and then slowly raised his head. He glanced at his wife meaningfully. There seemed to be great grievance in his eyes, but in the end he said nothing, lowered his head and left again. Return to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, the person in charge walked out of the back kitchen arrogantly, whispered a few words to the policeman next to him, and then left the restaurant collectively.
After the police left, the woman trotted into the kitchen with her two children.
While driving to the next restaurant, Dong Qiangqiang's mind often flashed back to the last frightened eyes of the two children, as well as the vague crying he heard before leaving the restaurant.
The second restaurant finally became normal. The antique Chinese interior and the fairly authentic Sichuan cuisine were praised by everyone, which saved Lao Bai some face.
Dong Qiangqiang checked with Ding Haifeng again, then grabbed a few bites of food and rushed back to the shopping village without stopping, dragging all Ding Haifeng's group members to the second restaurant.
After everyone had had enough wine and food, Dong Qiangqiang dragged two groups of people back to the hotel.
But Dong Qiangqiang was not happy for a long time before he became depressed again. Facts verified Lao Bai's words: not only experienced tour guides knew about this hotel, but also the snakeheads knew about it.
As soon as he drove the station wagon into the hotel parking lot in the darkness, he saw the smuggler in the hotel lobby talking to the staff at the front desk from a distance.
Dong Qiangqiang parked his car in a remote corner, rolled down his car window, and shouted to Lao Bai, who also lowered his car window: "I haven't thrown off the plaster."
Lao Bai also saw this scene. He asked everyone to sit in the car and did not let everyone get out of the car until the smugglers went upstairs.
While Dong Qiangqiang and Tong Lele were helping everyone check into the hotel, Lao Bai called an elderly front desk staff aside to whisper.
After the group of people entered their respective rooms noisily, Lao Bai told Dong Qiangqiang that because there were so many Chinese faces staying at the hotel, the hotel front desk could no longer tell who was from Dong Qiangqiang's group, so they had to rely on themselves to keep an eye on them at night.
Dong Qiangqiang had no choice but to go to the restaurant to pick up Ding Haifeng's people from the hotel.
On the way, he had been worried that Lao Zheng and others would clamor to go to the red light district again, but this time everyone was very well-behaved and no one mentioned it again. Dong Qiangqiang guessed that it might be because they had worked too hard during the day and everyone was exhausted.
After Ding Haifeng's group members also completed their check-in, the noisy corridor gradually returned to calm. Because the front door of the hotel is the only exit, Dong Qiangqiang and Lao Bai planned to guard the hotel lobby that night, with one person responsible for the first half of the night and the other for the second half of the night.
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