Han Yu climbed ashore, quickly walked over and asked, "Director Zhao, Director Zou, where are those two seamen?"
Zhao Hongxing turned around and said, "They're squatting over there."
Looking in the direction Zhao Hongxing pointed, he saw two men in their thirties squatting dejectedly on the nearby freight yard. They weren't handcuffed, but three armed police soldiers from the border inspection station were watching them, standing guard with guns.
"Director Zhao, what's going on exactly, have they confessed?"
"They've confessed. They said this batch of fish powder isn't good quality, so they wanted to sell it at a high price by passing it off as better quality in places like Yangzhou, but I suspect they're avoiding the main issue. After all, neither Customs nor our police can check fish powder quality, and selling counterfeit products is beyond our jurisdiction. It doesn't make sense for them to flee upon being inspected just because of this."
"Has the cabin been checked?"
