"Have you sent out your security army company?" Mu Min straightened up and asked again.
Although Li Yayang is the Lingao Security Commander, she is the "Director of the Cultural Festival Security Countermeasures Headquarters" and exercises command authority in security management.
"It has been dispatched," Li Yayang said, "but looking at the trend is not enough. My only mobile force is the riot control company."
Originally affiliated to the Lingao Security Command, there was one national army company and three security army companies. They could barely make up for the gap in general security. However, this time the national police and Lingao Telecom jointly carried out "comprehensive management of theft and destruction of communication equipment".
"All the troops have been drained. Only one Korean company can be mobilized.
Although there is no problem with the loyalty of the North Korean security forces, their language is unfamiliar and their military quality is not high. They can only act as door gods and wear armor to intimidate them. If they really want to perform security tasks, they have to rely on the police.
"The anti-riot company cannot move. In case of a mass incident, this is our only mobile force." Mu Min stared at the colorful marks on the transparent glass plate, biting her lips and thinking, today their mission is to ensure the cultural festival.
To operate normally and protect the safety of the elders and naturalized actors, they are not responsible for the specific arrest work.
The phone suddenly rang rapidly. Mu Min ≠♀ answered the phone without waiting for the assistant to answer:
"I'm Mu Min." After a moment, her face suddenly became solemn and she said: "This is a new situation, okay, I understand. You don't need to interrogate in detail, just take the person to the Political Security Bureau and hand it over to Wu Mu.
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"Are you saying that a prostitute is buying uniforms for a national school from you?" Yang Cao looked at Gou Bri with sharp eyes, making others feel a bit cold.
A few minutes ago, a carriage from General Affairs Section 9 came quickly and took this middle-aged man with a black cloth cover over his head into her office.
According to the introduction of the police officer from the General Affairs Section 9 who handed over the handover, this person walked into the duty room of the police station early this morning, trembling and shouted at the officer on duty: "There is a rebellion!"
According to the regulations, when someone shouts this sentence, the relevant adjustment program will automatically start. Of course, if he talks nonsense, the consequences will be very serious. No one except a madman would dare to make this joke.
The police officer on duty did not dare to neglect, and immediately called for the veteran police officer on duty. After a few words of conversation, the police officer immediately discovered a serious problem, and then the dictatorial organs of Lingao quickly began to operate around Goubli.
"Yes. Yes, it's true... absolutely true." Goubli trembled for a while and tried to calm himself. In order to increase the importance of the content of his report, he immediately added: "He is a non-national!"
This Goubi was one of the earlier people to "conglong" here in Lingao, but he was just speculating at the beginning and his stance was not firm. He did not become a naturalized cadre like others, but was only satisfied with being a small restaurant manager.
Boss. Find out information from the Australians and get some benefits.
Over the years, he regretted more and more. Compared with other naturalized citizens who had surrendered at the same time, although he was still receiving a subsidy as a police "entrustment" to collect information on petty thefts, he was still a common man. Compared to Gou Gou.
Being a cook is not much better. And the prisoners captured during the attack on Goujiazhuang are now more or less "officials". Last time he saw Yang Zeng, the former servant of Goujiazhuang, wearing a military uniform and carrying a foreign sword.
Three or four soldiers walked through the streets, feeling so jealous and regretful that they almost wanted to die.
A sudden fortune, he just let it slip away so easily. Goubli knew that if he had to betray himself now, he would not be able to do it without some real talent and learning. So his only hope was to have a "treason"
"Big cases" can fall into his hands.
Although he is just a "sit-in" and has little access to "information", he is still determined to expose the major "treason" case. He usually reports trivial things to the police station when he hears them, but this time he was blinded.
With my eyes brought to this mysterious place, it must be a big deal.
Emperor Tian paid off, and God finally gave him the key to wealth. However, if nothing was found out in the end, it would be impossible for him to continue to open a small shop and become the boss. He would spend the rest of his life giving Fu Bu
The second thing is wrong.
Thinking of this, his body trembled involuntarily.
Yang Cao picked up the bell and shook it: "Get a stenographer here!"
The assistant nodded and was about to leave. She added: "Bring the tea." Then she looked at Goubli again and asked, "Do you smoke?"
"Yes, I know a little bit."
Yang Cao took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table and threw it to him: "Speak slowly and carefully."
"Please be more specific about the situation at that time and report every detail truthfully." When Goubli heard this, he immediately cheered up: There is a drama! This is not the usual official standard answer: "We will pay attention to it."
I will investigate further" and the like,
"You know, I run a small restaurant and work for the police station," Goubuli said. "There is a prostitute named Xin Nachun who often comes to my shop..."
He felt a little uneasy when he said this, because Xin Nachun was doing illegal gold and silver exchange every time he came here.
If you are caught exchanging gold and silver privately, you will be sent to a labor camp for at least a month. If you reach a certain amount, you will be sent to Tiandu or Taiwan to "work until death."
He hesitated most of the night before going to report it because he was worried about this matter.
But things seem to be urgent now. If they can achieve great achievements, the leaders will not care about these things.
Fortunately, Yang Cao did not ask why she often went to his store. He felt relieved and continued:
"A few days ago, Xin Nachun asked me about the school and the current situation of my cousins. When she was curious, he told her what my cousins saw and heard.
They studied at Fangcaodi for two years, but they were older and their academic performance was average, so they were assigned after finishing junior high school."
He took a puff of cigarette when he said this: "She, she asked me, do they still have their school uniforms?"
"Uniforms?!"
"Yes, the school uniform." Goubli realized that this news was very useful and said quickly, "I said that the school uniform is still there, and then she suddenly asked me if I could sell the school uniform to her."
"Interesting," Yang Cao said thoughtfully, "Then what do you say?"
"At first I just thought she was joking. What's the use of old school uniforms? I didn't pay attention to it. But then she kept pestering me about it, saying that there were many rich people who immigrated from the mainland and wanted to try this Australia.
I feel like a student, and I even offered to pay three hundred circulation coupons."
How rich! Yang Cao thought, a pair of old clothes like this could be sold for three hundred yuan in circulation coupons! This woman’s ulterior motives were clearly revealed!
"Then did you promise her?"
"How could I do that? What she did was simply insulting the gentlemen. I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..."
At this point, he suddenly couldn't speak anymore.
It turned out that Xin Nachun turned around and threatened to report him to the police for "privately exchanging gold and silver": You must know that in the past few months, Xin Nachun had exchanged hundreds of taels of silver and more than ten taels of gold with him - such a big amount
The amount was enough for him to spend the rest of his life in a labor camp.
"Tell me what you have in her hands. Tell her as soon as possible and I will give you leniency."
"Yes, yes." Goubi was sweating profusely. He roughly told the story about Tian Xin Na Chun constantly coming to exchange for gold and silver, and then said: "I was forced to have no choice but to help her get three sets of school uniforms.
Come and sell it to her."
Yang Cao nodded: "How much did it cost?"
"Five...five hundred...a set..." Goubli's words were all lost.
"You made a good deal."
"No, no, I don't dare...I, I just think it's too...too suspicious..." Goubli was shocked.
Yang Cao thought, this matter is indeed too suspicious. Why does this prostitute buy school uniforms? What does she want to do? Is it really to let her clients try the so-called "Australian flavor"? In that case, having a set is enough - this obviously does not make sense.
"What are the school uniforms like?"
"That's right, it's just the uniform of the female students in Fangcaodi... nothing special..."
"Where is she now?"
"I don't know. She's probably in the hotel where she lives, or else she's doing business."
"Your news is very important." Yang Cao said, "You go back first and do business as usual. Do you understand? As usual, report any situation in time. I will arrange a liaison person outside your store."
"I understand."
"What happened today..."
"Don't worry, I know how to keep it secret." Goubli knew that he must have provided vital information, and he felt much better. "I also asked the police to do so."
"It's good that you know."
She rang the bell and said to the assistant who came in: "Take him out."
Yang Cao then called for Liu Fuqing and told him the news he had just obtained.
"Although I don't know if it is related to the sun umbrella project, but at this juncture, someone wants to get school uniforms..."
Liu Fuqing interrupted her: "This is indeed very suspicious. I will arrange for someone to check Xin Nachun's situation! Check where the school uniforms went."
"Let's work separately, the sooner the better!" Yang Cao said, "Don't forget that today is the first day of the cultural festival! There are many students from Fangcaodi going to the gymnasium to observe!"
Liu Fuqing came to the archives room. Since Xin Nachun is a "non-national", she must have a special file in the Political Security Bureau. Whether it is the Customs Management Department of the Civil Affairs People's Committee that has jurisdiction over prostitutes or the department responsible for the daily supervision and management of prostitutes.
The Public Security Department of the National Police will send a copy to the Political Security Bureau whenever any information about her is generated.
He retrieved Xin Nachun's file. As he hurriedly browsed through it, he was soon surprised: more than a month ago, Xin Nachun had been sentenced to caning for "illegal solicitation" - this was not unusual, but On the legal documents related to this small case, Li Yongxun’s signature appeared! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!