Chapter 272: Find the camera

The reason why I asked the waiter was because I was worried that someone would take advantage of the situation to enter the "Presidential Suite" and remove the recording and camera equipment. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Wenhui and I went to the security room to check the camera data, which took about an hour. During this time, it is completely possible to dismantle these monitoring devices.

The waitress with long braids looked to be thirty years old.

She looked around, and when she saw that there was no one nearby, she whispered: "Iron abacus came half an hour ago, and he asked me: Who opened the "Presidential Suite"? I told him that the police had come to open it. The iron abacus asked again, "Is there anyone in there?" I replied: A man and a woman in plainclothes have been in the police. ā€

"Who's the Iron Abacus?" I asked curiously.

The waiter with long braids pursed his lips and said, "The owner of this hotel." ā€

"Boss?" I was taken aback.

Wen Hui asked, "Why did the iron abacus come to the fifth floor?" ā€

The waiter with long braids replied with a smile: "The office of the iron abacus is on the fifth floor." ā€

The waiter with long braids pouted to the left and said, "The innermost room is the boss's office." ā€

I glanced at my boss's office and asked, "Did the iron abacus enter the Presidential Suite?" ā€

The waiter with long braids shook his head and replied, "I really wanted to enter the "Presidential Suite" because of the boss's appearance, but I hesitated and didn't go in. ā€

I saw that the waitress with long braids was very talkative, and I thought that I should be able to extract a lot of information from her mouth. So, I took two hundred dollars out of my pocket and stuffed it into her hand.

"Thank you for your kind response to the questions posed by our police, this is your information fee."

"Ahh It's great to be able to make money by answering a few questions. The waiter with long braids said ecstatically. She took the two hundred dollars and put it in her pocket happily.

I tempted: "The more important the information you give to the police, the more information you will pay." ā€

"Great. Police, just ask, as long as I know, I will pour beans into a bamboo tube and tell you everything. The waiter with long braids said with a smile.

"Have you been in charge of the fifth-floor guest room?" I asked.

"yes, I've been working in this hotel for more than three years." The waiter with long braids declared. Looking at her frame, it seems that she wants to prove: she is the old man of this hotel and knows a lot of information.

"What about this boss of Iron Abacus?" I asked.

This is a very sensitive question, and the average waiter may not dare to answer it truthfully. However, I don't think this long braid will be taboo about this question, because she is a straightforward person.

Sure enough, the waiter with long braids pursed his lips and said disdainfully, "Our boss is not good." ā€

"What's wrong with him?" I asked with interest.

"Humph! This guy is too picky, too harsh on us part-time workers. The wages here are not high, but they are average. However, there are many rules and regulations for punishment. For example, if you damage something, lose something, or arrive late and leave early, you will be severely fined. In this way, if you deduct seven or eight deductions, you will not get much salary every month. To tell the truth, we work here, and we are worried every day, for fear that if we violate any of them, we will be punished. The long braid said dissatisfied.

"The boss is usually a weekly pickpocket." I said with a smile.

The waiter with long braids pursed his lips again and said, "The iron abacus is not only a door-picker, but also a big pervert." He's doing things to the young waiter all day. Anyone who resents his harassment will be fired. ā€

"You work as a waiter on the fifth floor, and you've been harassed by her, right?" I asked.

This waiter with long braids is average-looking, and belongs to five big and three thick women. I thought: maybe the iron abacus would not be interested in a woman like her.

The waiter with long braids grinned and said, "The iron abacus doesn't dare to harass me, because, I have a little martial arts." ā€

"You... Do you have martial arts? "I was taken aback.

I looked the waiter with long braids up and down, and sighed: Sure enough, it is a body with kung fu.

"When I first arrived at the hotel, the iron abacus also hit my mind. Without saying a word, I threw a set of punches in front of him. When I finished this set of punches, I saw that the iron abacus was gone. Since then, the iron abacus has always seen me, and he has always looked sanctimonious. Hee-hee... Fortunately, my father taught me boxing since I was a child, otherwise, I wouldn't have been bullied to death by an iron abacus. ā€

"Iron abacus bullies other waiters, can others swallow their anger and let him bully?" Wen Hui asked angrily.

The waiter with long braids sighed and said, "What's the way?" If you can't bear to swallow your anger, there is only one way to resign. It's hard to find a job now, and no one is willing to quit easily. ā€

I said faintly: "It seems that women have to be able to do martial arts, otherwise, it is really not easy to mix in this patriarchal society." ā€

"Humph! When a man is rich, he becomes bad. A man with a few dollars in his pocket, not a single good thing. Wen Hui said angrily.

I thought to myself: Fortunately, I have money, and Wen Hui doesn't know anything about it. Otherwise, she'd put me in the "bad guys" bunch.

I only came to this "Xiyangyang Hotel" last night, and I didn't meet with this "iron abacus" boss. Now listening to the introduction of the waiter with long braids, I can't help but become interested in the "iron abacus".

"Wenhui, have you ever seen an iron abacus?" I asked.

Wen Hui snorted and said, "A short and fat little old man with a pair of small eyes, it's not a good thing at first glance. I've met him a few times, but I've never spoken to him. ā€

"When you describe it, I want to throw up." I exaggerated.

The waiter with long braids echoed: "Yes, the first time I saw the iron abacus, I was also disgusted. Comrade policeman, you say it's weird, there are a few waitresses, and they are still pestering this old guy. Maybe they want the boss to give them a salary increase; Maybe you want to stay here for a long time. In short, in this world, there are both bloody men and lowly women. ā€

Wen Hui pulled me, meaning that I should stop playing with this long braid.

I smiled and asked the dreadlocks: "Ten days ago, a newlywed couple died in the "Presidential Suite", what do you think of this case?" ā€

The long braid timidly glanced at the "Presidential Suite" and said, "It's scary, I heard that the heart has been gouged out." Mom, I don't know who the murderer is, why is it so cruel. ā€

"You haven't heard anything about this case, have you?" I asked.

Long Pigtail is the waitress on the fifth floor, and she is the closest to this case and knows the most about it.

"I haven't heard of anything. However, since this case, the iron abacus has been depressed. Said the waiter with long braids.

"The iron abacus is depressed, what do you mean?" I asked curiously.

The long braid glanced around again, and whispered: "After this case came out, the boss had a gloomy face all day long, and he ignored people when he saw them, and he often lost his temper." ā€

I smiled and said, "This kind of bad thing happened in his hotel, and whoever puts it on him will be depressed." Do you think: As soon as this incident comes out, will anyone still book "Presidential Suite"? ā€