Security Bureau Yanjin Station, Intelligence Division Director's Office.
''Director, the matter you asked me to investigate has come to fruition."
"explain."
"Two days ago, that is, Thursday night, someone left Yanjin on a smuggling boat... Well, it is said that it was a middle-aged man with a Hebei accent, who looks very similar to Wang Dongsheng."
"Smuggling ship?"
"It's Hongmen's smuggling ship. Every once in a while, they will transport in-demand supplies to other places and sell them at high prices to make huge profits."
"What is his destination?"
"I got off the boat in Jingxian County and don't know where I went."
"Who arranged this?"
"I don't know..."
Seeing Shen Zhifeng's confusion, Bai Jumin hurriedly said: "I sent someone to check, and the person paid a sum of money, but no valuable clues were found."
"Why?"
"There are too many people handling the case, and there are also middlemen. Their network of relationships is complicated, and it is too difficult to continue to trace it."
Shen Zhifeng pondered for a moment and said: "The smuggling ship... they didn't even look at the other party's ID?"
"Those guys recognize money but not people. Besides, anyone who takes a smuggling ship must have a problem. They know it in their heart, and asking questions is in vain." Bai Jumin explained.
Shen Zhifeng was discouraged. According to Bai Jumin, the person who boarded the smuggling ship was probably Wang Dongsheng!
The time, characters, background, and places are almost exactly the same!
"You go out first!"
"yes!"
"etc!"
"What other orders do you have?"
"Where did that man get on the boat?"
"Jiudaowan, get on the boat at ten o'clock in the evening."
"Where is Jiudao Bay?"
"To the west of Baihe River, there is an abandoned small wharf, close to Pingliang Road. If you walk from the road, it won't even take ten minutes..."
"Okay, I get it."
Shen Zhifeng was very upset. At about nine o'clock in the evening, he and Shen Xue and his daughter were also on Pingliang Road. That meant that Wang Dongsheng left Yanjin under his nose!
After sitting in silence for a while, Shen Zhifeng's heart suddenly moved, smuggling ship, Jiudao Bay...
He remembered that he had not gained nothing on Pingliang Road. The Zhou Mingwei he met seemed a little unusual!
When we were at the mutton soup restaurant, Zhou Mingwei said he wanted to buy cigarettes, but no one cared about it at the time. It was a trivial matter.
But now that I think about it carefully, the question arises. It is common sense that restaurants do not sell cigarettes. Does a person who has lived in Yanjin for many years not even know this?
Besides, that was the time when the ballroom was busiest and needed people the most. How could Zhou Mingwei, a thug watching the show, appear on Pingliang Road?
Are you greedy just because the mutton soup on Pingliang Road is delicious?
No, definitely not, this reason is too far-fetched!
Also, if Zhou Mingwei is alone, why does Zhou Mingwei need to sit in a private room?
Of course, this is not absolute, after all, everyone has different ideas, but from a probability perspective, it is a big question mark...
Shen Zhifeng slowly straightened out his thoughts. There should be at least one person in the private room!
Who is the one?
Things are like this, when there is no doubt about you, everything is fine, no matter what, even if it is unreasonable, no one will care.
Once suspected, no matter how clever the disguise is, you will be plunged into endless investigations.
…………
noon.
Apartment One, Shuichang Street.
Zhou Mingwei came to the street, looked around, walked up to a cigarette seller, stretched out his hand to take out the money and said: "One pack of three forts!"
This cigarette dealer was an informant from the Secrecy Bureau and often sold cigarettes in this area. Even though he and Zhou Mingwei didn't know each other, they became familiar with each other over time.
Through the list provided by Jiang Xinyu, Zhou Mingwei knew who the cigarette dealer was.
After buying cigarettes, he didn't rush to leave. He took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and said to himself: "It's a good day... How is the business?"
The last sentence was said to the cigarette seller, like a casual chat.
As an informant from the Secret Bureau, he knew a little bit about everything. The cigarette dealer knew that Zhou Mingwei was a subordinate of the Golden Tiger of the Qing Gang and watched the show at the Paramount Ballroom.
The cigarette seller laughed and said, "Let's do it. After a hard day's work, I can barely fill my stomach."
"It's the same as him. He has to eat one meal but not the next. When the end of the month comes, he has to go to the bank to withdraw money. Sooner or later, his family's wealth will be exhausted!"
After saying this, Zhou Mingwei walked towards the west side of the street.
About two hundred meters west, you'll find the Bank of Communications. The suitcase containing the radio is hidden in cabinet No. 17 of the bank!
Turning the corner, Zhou Mingwei glanced out of the corner of his eye. The cigarette seller was still lingering there with his cigarette case, and no other informants from the Secret Bureau showed up.
Shuichang Street is bustling and bustling, and there are many small streets and alleys. It is impossible to take care of every place with the strength of five or six people.
As Zhou Mingwei analyzed, these informants are amateurs. Once you are on guard against them, getting rid of surveillance is not a big problem.
Bank of Communications is a two-story independent building located in the bustling section of Shuichang Street. The first floor is the business hall and the second floor is the office area.
Valuables storage is an expanded business of banks. The fees are expensive and difficult for ordinary people to afford.
The storage period is ten days. The charges for one-day storage and ten-day storage are exactly the same. If the storage period is exceeded, you will have to renew the charge, otherwise you will not be able to take away the stored items.
Zhou Mingwei came closer, glanced at the car, and walked into the bank gate without any expression.
On the left side of the business hall, there is a row of iron cabinets placed against the wall. There are twenty iron cabinets in total with the same specifications and sizes. The doors of the iron cabinets are all marked with numbers.
Seeing Zhou Mingwei approaching, the guard stepped forward to stop him and said, "Sir, please show your number plate."
Zhou Mingwei took out his number plate and handed it over. The guard checked it was correct and stepped out of the way.
When he came to the door of cabinet No. 17, Zhou Mingwei turned around and took a look. The guard did not follow him, but stood far away from the door.
After entering the password, the cabinet made a clicking sound.
Everything went well. Zhou Mingwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to open the cabinet door.
The suitcase was placed flat in the cabinet. Zhou Mingwei took it out and felt that it was really heavy.
He picked up his suitcase and walked quickly out of the bank door.
There were three or four rickshaws parked outside the door. Zhou Mingwei got on one of them and said to the driver: "The back door of Apartment No. 1."
The driver was very happy. This was a "nice job". From the bank to the back door of Apartment No. 1, it was only two hundred meters away at most.
Unless there are special circumstances, Zhou Mingwei rarely takes the back door. The reason is very simple, mainly because it is a long way around, which is fifty or sixty meters further than the main entrance.
Today is different. If you carry such a big suitcase and walk through the main entrance, you have a wide view of the street and can easily attract others' attention.
At this time, in front of the main entrance of Apartment No. 1, a car slowly parked on the roadside.
Rolling down the car window, Shen Zhifeng said to the cigarette seller: "Here comes a pack of cigarettes."
The cigarette seller, carrying a cigarette box, hurried to the car window and said, "What brand do you want?"
"Is there anything going on?" Shen Zhifeng casually took a pack of cigarettes.
The cigarette seller whispered: "Everything is normal!"
"Do you know Zhou Mingwei?"
"You mean, Zhou Mingwei, who showed up to Paramount?"
"right."
"know."
"Keep an eye on him recently and report any situation at any time!"
"Understood!...By the way, I saw him just now."
"where?"
"Right here, he bought a pack of three forts and headed west."
Shen Zhifeng didn't ask any more questions, handed a banknote out of the car window, and drove slowly westward along the street.
Suspecting that something was wrong with Zhou Mingwei, Shen Zhifeng took advantage of the ample time today to come to Shuichang Street to inspect the situation in person, and also to give instructions to those informants.