Chapter 22: The Xinfu Life of the Polling Bureau III (2nd Basement Floor)
The young man with white hair... My heart skipped a beat. Fatty Sun and I looked at each other. His eyes were full of questioning. He looked more surprised than me. I sighed and turned back to Hao
Wen Wenming said: "Director Hao, isn't that young man with white hair called Wu Mian?"
"Wu Mian? I don't know him." Hao Wenming frowned and shook his head: "The person Director Gao brought back was the current investigation director of Room 6 - Wu Rendi."
Oh... Fatty Sun and I let out a sigh of relief. It turns out we have the same surname but different first names. However, this name is rather overbearing. The only one who can rival him is the legendary Dongfang Bubai.
"That's what I said in advance from the polling bureau. I'll tell you what I can when I have time later. Now I'll take you to a good place." After entering the elevator, Hao Wenming took out an access card: "I forgot to talk to you.
As I said, there are no restrictions on the nine floors upstairs, and all internal personnel can enter and exit at will. There are restrictions on the five underground floors, and ordinary administrative staff do not have permission to enter the basement. Investigators can only go to the second underground floor, and the six directors can go to the third underground floor.
The director is on the fourth underground floor."
He pointed to the box in our hands: "Your basic equipment includes access cards for entering and exiting the first and second floors."
I heard something wrong with Hao Wenming's words, "No, didn't you mean the fifth floor underground? The director can only go to the fourth floor, so who went to the fifth floor?" "Since the polling bureau has been established, the fifth floor has not been open.
"Yes. As for who it is open to, you can ask Director Gao," Hao Wenming said with a half-smile.
"They say only Director Gao knows, who dares to ask..." Fatty muttered in a low voice. Hao Wenming ignored him, swiped the access card, and pressed the button for the second underground floor. After the elevator entered the underground, it was ridiculously slow.
, it took almost three minutes to reach the second underground floor.
Is this the basement? Or is it just the second floor? Everything in front of me can no longer be described as spectacular. The height of the top of the floor is at least fifty meters. From my perspective, I can’t see the horizon at a glance. In short, here
We can open two football fields casually and still have plenty to spare.
Fatty Sun smacked his lips, and said in surprise, "Director Hao, is this a basement or an air-raid bunker?" "Or the kind that can protect against atomic bombs..." I answered.
"I haven't seen the world. Let's wait until you see the third level before commenting." Hao Wenming said as he led the two of us inside.
Compared to the deserted main building of the polling bureau, this place is still somewhat popular. Not far after getting out of the elevator, I saw four or five people gathering together. The leader was in his mid-twenties or sixties, huh?... He was blond.
Biyan, turned out to be a foreigner.
Isn't the polling bureau very low-key? Why are there foreigners? I didn't have time to think too much. The foreigner had already walked over and took the initiative to say hello. He spoke with a pure Beijing accent: "Hi, Director Hao,
Didn't you say that Director Gao went to look for you? You're back very quickly. What do you call these two brothers behind you?"
It seems that Hao Wenming is not used to the slightly frivolous look of this foreigner. "Can you talk like ordinary foreigners? I'm not telling you, who did you learn this Beijing movie talk from?"
"I can't do this, my dear Hao." When he spoke again, the foreigner restrained his Beijing accent, but his body language became richer. He spread his hands with an exaggerated expression of helplessness, completely European and American.
Pai: "I can't suppress my talent, which is language talent. You know, my dear Hao."
Director Hao was obviously not used to being called 'dear' by a foreign man: "Okay, you can say whatever you want." Hao Wenming compromised, he stretched out his hand and waved to the foreigner: "This foreigner It’s the director of Investigation Office Three, Director Hugo. Those are the investigators of Office Three. Oh, seriously, Hugo, what’s your full name?”
"Hao, I feel sorry for your memory. My full name is Nicolas K. Hugo. You can call me Hugo. Of course, I won't mind calling me Nicolas." Nicolas K. Hugo was slightly dissatisfied. said.
Hao Wenming ignored him and continued to mind his own business and introduced the fat man and me: "Director Hugo's third office is responsible for international religious affairs. Despite his young age, he is an exchange officer sent by the Vatican."
Then he moved his palms in the direction of me and the fat man: "They are newcomers to our room. They just came to report today. The fat one is called Sun Da... Sun Desheng, and the not fat one is called Shen La."
Ever since Hao Wenming said that Hugo came from the Vatican, Fatty Sun had been frowning and wondering where the Vatican was. Suddenly he thought of a slap on the thigh and said, "I remember, the Vatican is the home of Christianity!"
As soon as these words came out of his lips, the corners of Hugo's mouth twitched a few times, and the color on his face changed. Fortunately, it returned to normal in an instant: "Sun, my friend, what you just said, if it were said in the Vatican, would be It will be an irreparable nightmare. Fortunately, this is China. But, Sun, you really should re-understand the knowledge of mainstream Western religions."
When he was going to continue to popularize the differences between Catholicism, Christianity and Orthodox Christianity, the elevator opened again and a tall white man came out. He walked straight towards us as soon as he came out. After seeing Director Hao, he nodded slightly, After saying hello, he went straight to Hugo and whispered a few words in his ear.
The second underground floor is really too spacious. With such a distance, no matter how low you speak, others will inevitably hear a few words. Unfortunately, it has no effect. I pricked up my ears and couldn't understand. What he said was not in English, but probably in Latin. A language of the language family.
After the white man finished speaking, he stood behind Hugo. Hugo did not explain, but just smiled at us calmly: "Sorry, it seems that I have left. There are some small things that I need to deal with, Shen. Sun, I am very happy to meet you today." He opened his arms and hugged me and Fatty Sun.
Hugo's move shocked me. I have never been hugged like this by a man in my life. Fatty Sun took a few steps back and let me out. Fortunately, I was so smart and directed my hands at this The foreign gentlemen clasped their fists: "Director Hugo, you are too polite."
Hugo was stunned for a moment, then he laughed, clasped his fists and saluted back: "Your Chinese etiquette is so interesting." After saying that, he left, took the white man and his investigators into the elevator and left.
Seeing that the elevator had risen, Fatty Sun said: "Director, who is the foreigner coming behind?" "It's Hugo's follower, his name is Moyes. Don't underestimate him. In terms of his real ability, he is not Lost to Hugo”
Fatty Sun was a little disapproving: "If you are really capable, why do you still work as a follower?" "You know nothing." Hao Wen took a look at him and continued: "I'm not saying that you haven't figured out the domestic affairs yet, and the foreign affairs, What are you messing with?"
After that, he continued to lead us forward until we reached a room at the back of the second underground floor. Hao Wenming opened the door: "Come in, we're here."
When I entered the room, I realized that there was something inside. It turned out to be a standard thirty-meter shooting range. It seemed that I would have to deal with guns in my future work. Without thinking about it so much, Fatty and I put the box at the shooting range.
On the shooting stand.
Hao Wenming took out a pack of cigarettes and didn't mean to give in to us. He lit one and said, "Open the box. The password is 581215." "Director, does this password have any special meaning?" I said as I dialed the password.
.
"It's nothing special. December 15th, 1958 is the birthday of Gao Pang...Director Gao. By the way, don't forget the meaning of it then."
Are you still interested? I began to feel unhappy. Fortunately, the box had been opened, which distracted me. The box was divided into two layers. A Type 92 pistol was neatly placed on the upper layer, and four were stacked on the right.
Magazines. A leather bag that looks like a mobile phone bag is neatly placed on the left side.
The second floor is even more interesting. There are all kinds of documents. There are documents from the Customs, the Inspection and Quarantine Bureau, the Public Security Bureau, the Procuratorate... The most outrageous thing is that there is also a work permit from the Central Internal Security Office, and
Every ID has my photo on it.
Fatty Sun flipped through almost every document and looked at it: "Director, you did a good job with this fake certificate. It's much better than the two hundred yuan ones on the street." Before Hao Wenming could speak, I said first: "Great Sage
, why are you so knowledgeable?" Fatty Sun held his eyes shut for a long time but couldn't make it up, and finally said: "I guessed it."
I was no longer in the mood to tease him, so I turned to Hao Wenming and said, "Director Hao, can I ask you a question?" Hao Wenming blew out a smoke ring and said, "Ask me, I won't necessarily tell you."
"Is this the first day that the Great Sage and I are here to report?" "Huh? This is also called a problem?" Hao Wenming tilted his head and looked at me: "You don't need to ask me about this, you have to ask yourselves."
"I also know that this is not a problem. The question is: Why did the Great Sage and I come to register on the first day and these documents have our photos on them? And the photos are not glued on, but printed with a laser and then scanned onto the documents.
. It takes a lot of time to print so many photos, it can’t be done in a short time.”
Contrary to what I expected, Hao Wenming did not act surprised after hearing my words. Instead, he clicked his eyes like Fatty Sun: "You'd better ask Director Gao this question, he prepared the things."
I want collections, clicks, recommendations, anything.