Binjiang Police Affairs
Chapter 75 - 70 You Have Made Merit Again

Chapter 75: Chapter 70 You Have Made Merit Again

Afraid that the sister working as a radiotelegraphist at the Binjiang Port radio station might not be on the right side to see his hand gestures, Han Yu turned around and signaled two more times.

Although Shen Rulan clearly saw Little Salted Fish coming, he didn’t enter the restaurant right away. Worried that he might get lost, she hurried out to find him.

Seeing him watching someone grind coffee, she asked with a smile: "San’er, do you want to drink some coffee?"

"Sister Shen, I’m just looking."

"Have you ever drunk it?"

"I... I have."

Is there even a coffee shop in Binjiang?

Shen Rulan knew right away that he was bluffing and, holding back a laugh, said: "Boss, give me four cups of coffee."

"Where will you drink it?"

"We’re eating right next door, and we’ll bring the cups back after we finish."

"Okay, please wait."

When the four cups of coffee were ready, Ye Xingguo had also finished his phone call, and the dishes were already on the table.

The coffee smelled pretty nice, almost like chocolate.

Seeing Zhang Asheng and Shen Rulan savor their coffee, Han Yu picked up a cup and took a sip.

Not knowing until he tried it, he realized it was horribly bitter upon tasting, even worse than beer!

Han Yu really couldn’t stand the taste and hurried outside to vomit under the tree roots by the road.

Shen Rulan knew he wouldn’t be used to it and laughed until tears came out.

Zhang Asheng even helped by pouring a cup of boiling water and softly handed it to Han Yu, who had just come back from vomiting: "Rinse your mouth first."

"Thank you, Manager Zhang."

Han Yu took the teacup, his face full of embarrassment: "This coffee is bitter, like drinking medicine, not the same as what I drank before."

Ye Xingguo couldn’t control his laughter anymore and looked up to ask: "Where did you drink coffee before?"

"At the entrance of the Binjiang movie theater."

"How much was it per cup?"

"Ten cents."

"Hahaha, what kind of coffee can you drink for ten cents."

"Manager Ye, don’t laugh at San’er anymore, let’s hurry up and eat; we still have things to do after."

"Alright, let’s eat quickly."

The coffee didn’t taste good, but the evening meal was very generous.

Three meat dishes, two vegetarian dishes, and a soup, all appealing to the eye, and tasty.

As they ate, they talked about taking a trip to Jianfu Province in a few days, planning to call a friend later to ask for help in buying three train tickets.

Han Yu couldn’t join the conversation and was wondering whether to ask where he could buy a tape recorder, but Ye Xingguo’s pager went off.

He took it out to look and then tilted his head towards the opposite side, with Zhang Asheng and Shen Rulan also looking in that direction.

They saw a man in his thirties with glasses, standing in front of the hostel and looking around.

"Ah Sheng, I’ll go over first."

"Okay."

Ye Xingguo didn’t go through the main entrance but sneaked into the kitchen, took a big detour from behind, and greeted the man in front of the hostel before entering together.

Shen Rulan, seeing Han Yu felt puzzled, casually said: "Probably going to buy cigarettes, there’s a small shop in the back."

Zhang Asheng laughed: "Business negotiations, Peony cigarettes won’t do."

"But Peonies are already very good!"

"That’s in Binjiang, but in East Sea, Zhonghua is what’s used for business negotiations."

"Zhonghua in the Sailor Club is ten yuan a pack. Manager Zhang, how much is it here in East Sea?"

"About the same."

As they were chatting, Shen Rulan’s pager rang.

She took it out, glanced at it, then opened her ever-present bag, turned her back to Han Yu, counted some money inside, and stuffed a stack of US dollars into an envelope.

Zhang Asheng felt there was no need to be cautious around Han Yu, a child, and simply handed the envelope to Han Yu: "Salted Fish, go and deliver this to Manager Ye."

"Oh."

"Be careful crossing the road."

"I know."

Han Yu didn’t expect to be sent on an errand; he took the envelope, left the small restaurant, crossed the street, and ran into the hostel to give it to Ye Xingguo, who had just finished making a deal.

Ye Xingguo was taken aback, accepted the envelope with a smile: "Salted Fish, wait outside for a moment."

Han Yu realized he wasn’t fully trusted and obediently stepped out, closing the door behind him.

After about six minutes, the glasses-wearing man came out, and Ye Xingguo patted Han Yu’s arm, asking him to carry the bulging briefcase across the street.

He had actually become their courier!

Han Yu found it a bit absurd, but he didn’t realize this was just the beginning.

Returning to the small restaurant and having a chat with Zhang Asheng and his wife, another very stylish young woman came looking for Ye Xingguo.

Just like before, after they talked across the street, Shen Rulan’s pager went off, and she started to count money and pack envelopes, asking Han Yu to deliver them.

This went on back and forth until he unknowingly made seven or eight trips.

Just as he was anxiously wondering why Director Zhang had not made the arrest, a commotion suddenly erupted outside.

Looking up, he saw a young woman with a backpack desperately running eastward, while shouting "Robbery" and "Help", even losing her leather shoes in the process.

Wasn’t this the woman who just went to exchange US dollars with Ye Xingguo?

Han Yu’s heart skipped a beat, unable to believe such a twist could happen.

"Stop, we are the police; you can’t escape!"

"Block her!"

As the saying goes, easier said than done.

A figure dashed out from the alley on the east side and grabbed the woman.

Immediately afterward, Director Zhang and Old Liu appeared in sight, one rushing toward the hostel, the other heading straight for the small restaurant.

Ah Sheng realized something bad had happened, not even bothering with the luggage in the corner, grabbed the travel bag filled with money, and dragged Shen Ru Lan towards the back kitchen.

Han Yu couldn’t afford to think too much and quickly followed.

"Ah Sheng, what about Old Ye?"

"No time for him now, let’s go."

"Salted Fish, you can’t follow us..."

"What are you babbling about at a time like this!"

Ah Sheng slammed the kitchen’s back door shut with a bang, noticing a pile of coal at the base of the wall with a shovel on top. Fearing the police might catch up, he quickly picked up the shovel and used its wooden handle as a door bolt, inserting it into the gap of the door handle on the outside.

Clattering sounds of pots and pans came from inside; there was no need to ask to know that Director Zhang had chased into the kitchen.

The alley was crisscrossed with paths and dimly lit by streetlights. All the money was on them; what if they escaped...

Han Yu didn’t dare hesitate, nor had the time to pull out the shovel, and hurriedly lunged forward, gripping the money-filled travel bag tightly.

"What are you doing, Salted Fish!"

"I’m with the police, you can’t escape!"

Ah Sheng couldn’t believe this was real and didn’t have time to think further, swinging his left fist in a punch.

Han Yu was caught off guard and took a hard hit, his vision went dark and was soon filled with stars.

He ignored the severe pain and didn’t dare let go, gripping the travel bag even tighter than before.

Shen Ru Lan, as if crazy, desperately tugged at the bag while kicking with her feet and swearing angrily, "You heartless little rascal, daring to betray me, let go!"

I won’t let go, just won’t!

Han Yu bit down hard, clenching the travel bag, allowing them to beat and curse at him.

One hit, two hits, three hits...

The one named Zhang actually kicked, the one named Shen actually scratched with her nails, the stomach pain was killing him, and his neck was also burning with pain.

Han Yu was grimacing in pain when there was a loud bang, and the bolted door behind him was knocked open.

"Freeze, we are the police."

"Stop, get down on the ground!"

"Do you hear me, daring to attack the police, do you want to die!"

Director Zhang had caught up, and there were people ahead too, the two suspects couldn’t escape. Han Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Liu Guixiang, seeing Little Salted Fish bruised and swollen, pinned down Ah Sheng and asked urgently, "Salted Fish, are you okay?"

"I’m fine."

Han Yu slumped to the ground, covering his eyes and asked, "Did they catch Ye Xingguo?"

Liu Guixiang, out of breath, replied, "Caught him, we’ve got them all, none got away."

"That’s good."

Han Yu wanted to look, but his eyes were too painful to open.

Zhang Junyan never expected this to happen, swiftly handcuffed Ah Sheng, handed him over to the arriving Changhang colleagues, and squatted down anxiously, "Salted Fish, put your hand down, let me see."

All the money was gone, years of work for nothing, and might even end up in prison.

The more Ah Sheng thought about it, the more furious he became, struggling and roaring, "You rascal, are you really with the police?"

"Who told you to talk, shut up!"

Daring to hit Salted Fish and doing so with such force, Liu Guixiang naturally wouldn’t be polite and didn’t hesitate to slap him across the face.

Arrests in East Sea must be conducted civilly, and colleagues from East Sea were also present.

Zhang Junyan didn’t want complications, looked up and said, "First, take them back and bring the money as well."

"Yes!"

"Brother Du, is there a hospital nearby?"

The assisting East Sea police caught their breath and quickly said, "Yes, not far from here, I’ll take you."

Zhang Junyan helped Han Yu up, "Salted Fish, hold on, we’re going to the hospital."

"Director Zhang, I’m fine, you go and handle the official matters first."

"The suspects are in custody, and we’ve also caught those exchanging US Dollars for them, getting you to the hospital is the official matter now."

"What about the Indians?"

"They’re caught too."

"That’s good; I need to call Director Xu and report back, he’s waiting for the news."

The mention of Xu Sanye made Zhang Junyan feel even more uncomfortable.

As neighbors of Yanjiang Police Station, he knew fully well not only Xu Sanye but also Li Weiguo and Zhang Mingdong regarded Little Salted Fish as their own son.

How could he explain that their precious boy was sent on a stakeout mission and got injured...

While Zhang Junyan was feeling nervous, an East Sea police officer ran over, handing him a walkie-talkie, "Director Zhang, your bureau chief is looking for you."

"Oh, thanks."

"Zhang Junyan, is Salted Fish hurt, what exactly happened over there!"

"Reporting to Director Chen, we waited for the currency exchange, intercepting the people coming to the suspects one after another. Once they exchanged for US Dollars, we’d catch them as they came out. But then we ran out of manpower, nearly let one of the exchangers escape, alarming the three suspects..."

Catching one by one and broadening the results isn’t wrong.

However, each captured person must be watched while keeping an eye on the three suspects.

Including the assisting Local Police and Changhang navigation police, the second group in total had fourteen Police and one Radiotelegraphist; there simply weren’t enough hands.

If it weren’t for Salted Fish pouncing at the crucial moment, Ah Sheng and Shen Rulan might have really managed to escape with the money.

Director Chen, understanding the full story, couldn’t criticize his subordinate and could only ask in a low voice, "How seriously is Salted Fish injured?"

Zhang Junyan was at a loss for how to report when Han Yu urgently said, "Reporting to Director Chen, just some superficial skin injuries, I’m fine."

Being able to talk, he should be okay.

Director Chen breathed a sigh of relief, lifting the walkie-talkie and trying to sound relaxed, "Little Salted Fish, you’ve distinguished yourself again. I’ll have to think carefully about how to reward you this time."

"Director Chen, I am also police; this is my duty, no need for rewards."

"You must be rewarded. I’ll have Director Zhang take you to the hospital for a check-up first. We’ll talk about the rest later."