Fang Buwei subconsciously followed the male reception down the first floor. As soon as he left the stairwell, a loud ringtone came from next to him.

The sound came from a house next to the stairwell. Fang Buwei stopped and asked the male receptionist next to him: "Is this the phone ringing?"

The male receptionist nodded.

Fang Buwei's heart moved: If a Japanese spy found an abnormality in the hotel on the day of the meeting, he would definitely report to the headquarters. Using the phone is the fastest and most convenient.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that it was possible. Fang Buwei asked the male receptionist: "Is this phone call right?"

The male receptionist nodded: "It must be external..."

Fang Buwei asked a few details calmly. As long as he paid, anyone could call him. He could call him three silver dollars at a time. He could call him in the city for five minutes, and he would add more money after more than five minutes.

Why does it take five minutes to pass on information? One sentence is enough.

"Okay, go and do your business, I'll take a look!" Fang Buwei sent the male reception away. He walked around the hall and turned into the telephone room.

The operator was a woman in her twenties. When Fang Buwei entered, she was bored looking at a newspaper.

"Hello Miss, do you still recognize me?" Fang Buwei greeted him.

The operator looked up and looked at Fang Buwei's handsome face, showing a confused look.

"I called here on the morning of March 20th..." Fang Buwei pretended to be familiar and reminded the operator.

March 20th is the day when Guan Jingyan was assassinated.

The operator smiled and said apologetically: "Sorry, I'm just less than a month away, and the one I had left..."

"Oh!" Fang Buwei responded and said, "It's such a lady. After I made a call here last time, I pulled a business card here. I didn't remember the number on it, but it's very important. Can you help me find it?"

After hearing Fang Buwei's words, the operator really pulled away and took out a few business cards and handed them to Fang Buwei.

After the guest calls, forgetting the card here often happens. The operator will also help put it away.

Fang Buwei flipped over it while pretending to behave, shook his head, and returned a few business cards to the operator.

"Can you help me check it out? Although the business card was lost, you must have a record of the phone call you made here?" Fang Buwei asked tentatively.

"Sorry, we have regulations here..."

When he saw the silver dollar in Fang Buwei's palm that stretched over, the operator swallowed the rest.

"Sir, don't tell me..." The operator looked around and took the silver dollar at a very fast speed, lowering his voice and said without saying anything.

Fang Buwei gave you a look that you can rest assured.

Because the hotel management committee regularly checks the fees, every call from here will require the operator to register in detail.

The operator opened the cabinet behind him and took out an account book.

"It's March 20th, right?" the operator confirmed.

Fang Buwei nodded.

I opened the registration record for March 20th, from 7 a.m. to twelve noon, the hotel phone number was only called three times.

"You won't miss it, right?" Fang Buwei asked suspiciously.

"No!" The operator shook his head, "If something goes wrong, the boss will deduct money."

"Why are there so few?" Fang Buwei asked again.

For the sake of a big ocean, the operator patiently explained: "The public telephone outside charges only 700 yuan at a time, but here costs three yuan... There is no urgent matter, no one will call in the hotel..."

Seeing that Fang Buwei didn't believe it, she added: "My monthly salary is only twenty yuan..."

Most people can't do it if they can be an operator in such a hotel. The hotel is opened by French people, so they must first understand French. But certainly, there will be no only French people to live there, so they must also understand English, and even Japanese, German, and Russian.

Twenty yuan per month is already a high income. Fang Buwei heard the young nurse named Feng say that she only costs five yuan per month.

In Nanjing, an ordinary employee’s salary is only three to five yuan a month.

Who is the ordinary person willing to get a monthly salary and make a call in the city?

"Does there any other phone number in the hotel?" Fang Buwei asked again.

“Only a few specific rooms have dedicated lines, which are generally not external!”

There is no need to open a presidential suite just to make a call.

Three phone calls, one called at around 12 noon and the other called at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, are of no value.

The third one was 10:30 in the morning, and the time was very close.

Guan Jingyan left the hotel at 11:00 and arrived at the junction of the British and American Concessions and Hongkou at 11:20, and then a gunfight broke out.

The last one is the most suspicious.

"Miss, I really can't remember whether I can find the name or address of the owner of the phone!" Fang Buwei pretended to be anxious.

The operator said in embarrassment: "You have to go to the telephone office to check this, I can't do it..."

"Do you have someone you are familiar with... I am really anxious. All the expenses are covered by me, and your benefits will definitely be indispensable in the end..." Fang Buwei said anxiously.

The operator was very motivated, the key was that Fang Buwei was too generous.

There are business dealers, and the operator really knows a manager in the telephone bureau.

Just using this hotel phone, the operator contacted the manager of the telephone bureau. After saying Fang Buwei's request, the other side actually agreed.

Fang Buwei was secretly excited and gave the operator ten dollars.
Chapter completed!