Chapter 613: We Did Our Best

"Later, once the surveillance system broke down, I took down all the cameras to prepare for a new set."

The middle-aged man continued:

"But during the two days while we waited for the new equipment to be mailed, customers suddenly started coming to the door in greater numbers."

"After that, I simply stopped installing surveillance. The newly purchased equipment just sits in the room; if anyone comes to check, I can install it at any time."

Good people have no fear of surveillance.

Yu Dazhang naturally knew why the pawnshop had no surveillance yet saw more customers coming to the door.

Those who think to pawn items for money are mostly doing so for short-term capital turnover.

There is another type: fencing stolen goods.

And the camera at the entrance, like a door god, made these guilty-hearted people hesitate and turn back.

"What I want to know is information about this person." Yu Dazhang waved the photo in his hand.

The reason he came here was that this man had a criminal record.

The pawn trade is not something just anyone can do; combined with this man's resume, if Tan Rui came to the city to fence stolen goods, he would most likely come here.

In fact, this was also selected after screening.

"Let me look again."

The middle-aged man took the photo from Yu Dazhang's hand once more, examined it carefully, and nodded, saying:

"He came to consult me here. At the time, his meaning seemed to be that he had some items of unknown origin and wanted to know the specific method of transaction."

His gaze remained fixed on Tan Rui in the photo:

"I saw that this person's speech and conduct were not like those of an ordinary person, so I did not dare to do business with him."

Finally, he added:

"The pawn trade is said to be about inspecting goods, but it is actually mainly about inspecting people; if one lacks the skill to judge people, one will eventually fall into trouble."

He had seen that Tan Rui was a police officer... Yu Dazhang could not help but admire the eyesight of this middle-aged man before him.

When he first met Tan Rui, he hadn't seen it either.

The man's meaning was clear: he feared Tan Rui was the police coming to set a trap for law enforcement, so he did not dare to rashly accept the other party's business.

"You told him nothing?" Yu Dazhang asked in a deep voice.

Hearing this, the man glanced at Lv Zhongxin standing aside; for some reason, he felt this older police officer carried more intimidation.

Obviously, that earlier shout had given him psychological trauma.

"I gave him a lead."

The middle-aged man casually used some underworld slang, but quickly realized:

"No, what I mean is, I gave him advice."

"I told him that there are also some 'bag carriers' in the city, people who specialize in buying items of unknown origin."

Speaking here, he subconsciously lowered his voice:

"They only look at the goods, not the people."

"No matter how troublesome the goods are, they dare to buy them, and they never ask about the source."

After hearing this, the master and disciple exchanged a glance.

As criminal police, they naturally knew what kind of people the man meant by "bag carriers."

If most pawnshops do legitimate business, those people specialize in fencing stolen goods.

The black market is also supported by these people, and they have large amounts of cash on hand; as long as the goods match, they can produce the money.

"So you acted as the middleman?" Yu Dazhang pressed.

"No, no." The middle-aged man waved his hands repeatedly and hurriedly denied:

"I only mentioned it once; I have never done such things as building bridges, and besides, I do not know those bag carriers."

He sighed:

"In the past, because I contacted all sorts of chaotic people while doing business, I ended up being implicated in a muddled way."

He paused, then continued thoughtfully:

"But I estimate that after that person finds out, he will inquire with other pawnshops, and surely someone will want to earn some brokerage fees in between."

That still has to do with you... Yu Dazhang glared at him.

It is exactly this kind of old rascal who is most hateful.

Blindly giving others advice, then washing one's hands of it completely.