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Pirated disk sellers cross thin blue line The bust About 25 minutes later, someone began to wrench open one of the doors. There was no knock, but we were relieved they didn't take the easy route and just smash the glass. "You'd better open the door. They'll come in anyway. You can at least save the cost of repairing a broken door," suggested the professor. Cheng hesitated. She moved closer to the door, trying to listen for signs of frustration or departure from the police. No such luck. After five more minutes, she opened the door. It was 5 pm. A few men came in, followed by someone with a video camera recording the whole process. They were not uniformed, but wore police badges. The one with the stern voice had a long stick in his hand. He poked at the ceiling and said: "Take them down. All of them. I know you're hiding your pirated disks in the ceiling." As Cheng fumbled for excuses, the customers were let out without a body search. A large crowd had gathered in the aisle. I wandered by the booth 10 minutes later to see what was going on and saw the police ripping up ceiling tiles. "If I find 5,000 copies, I'll put you in jail," I heard the man tell Cheng. "How did they know where you hide your stuff?" I asked her in a hushed voice. "They had a plainclothes guy in here," she whispered. "What are you going to do now?" "I guess I have to close up shop," she responded, with a tinge of sadness.
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