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25. Neighbor seller and gun
After drug case and having many harassment experiences, I began to follow the newsabout law enforcement agency and drug case. I found there were a lot of police brutalities. Some police shot people, then planted a gun as reason for shooting. I immediately thought of my neighbor - Mr. Wang. Mr. Wan sold toys. Sometime he started to sell guns. California is a state with strict gun laws. People have seven days waiting period to buy a gun. The gun Mr. Wang sold is air rifle. It was, too, under gun control law. I remember the Flea Market authority has come to his space, ordering him to pack up the gun or to be kicked off market. Wang packed up gun that day. To my surprise, next week he went on selling his air rifles. Nobody came to make trouble for him ever since. He put the gun box along the line separate our spaces.
Then I was horrible to find that my neighbor seller in Galt flea market selling same guns. She, too, put the gun box along the line which separated our spaces .
Mr. Wang boasted how nice his gun was. Showed me the rifle line in bore. I was not interested. One evening when I finished business, I was ready leaving. But my van did not move so I got off to check. I found there was a big block underneath the front wheel. It was a box with a brand new air pistol inside. I returned it to Mr. Wang next day. He was not happy as I had expected. Simply with a 'Thank you', he turned away to do other things. I felt there was a disappointment in his sentiment. It was not a plant but a trap. I knew if they found any accusation, despite true or false, they won't let me alive.
I quit the business at the end of 1993. Then went to China. In 1995, I came back. When I went to flea market, I thought:'Now they have no reason selling gun.' I went to Mr. Wang's space. No, there was no gun. He didn't sell it any more.
26. A trap to hurt
One Tuesday in 1993, a customer in Galt Market ordered 100 pieces of a figuring item. He used to charge a high profit margin in his retail business, so his sales was slower than others. In his purchasing order, it used to be one or two pieces for each item, six utmost. One hundred pieces was quite unusual. Anyway, it was a big order, I was happy.
On Monday, I went to the storage to pick up his porcelain order. The storage area was calm. Usually when I went there, two men would come, too, to the right hand room next to me. They left when I left. This day, they didn't show. Instead, a black man came to the left hand room which used to be locked. He quickly opened the door, went in, then rushed out to his car and speeded away. What impressed me was his panic stricken face. It looked like there was a monster inside the room. The scene of two black girls in Supreme Court flashed into my mind. (See story of '18. Portable microwave shooting instrument') Black people were used to do the most dangerous mission. I realized there was a trap set inside. The big order was designed to lure me in. I left the storage house right away.
Next day, when I told my customer I didn't bring his ordered porcelain figuring to him, he was unhappy. He kept complain until I couldn't help to tell him the whole story. I told him I thought there might be a strong radioactive field waiting for me in storage room and my life was threatened. He was shocked apparently. Then said he was sorry to hear that and didn't expect there was such a development.
Next Tuesday, when I met him, he talked about this again. He said law enforcement agent might use something to trace and it would not harm health and people even could eat it as a tracer in medical study. Obviously this was what law enforcement agent told him to cover their plot. And this was the first time I learnt the English word 'tracer'.
I had several such events that year, and it at last led me quit the Flea market career. How could I do business while I could not enter my own warehouse
27. Quit the job
When I first found them surveying me by helicopter and infra-scanner, I laughed at them. I was happy on my discovery. I believed at last, after such a thorough investigation, they would know I was an innocent man.
Then, after the isotope money hurt my health and I complained. I had more new discovery. But I was unable to laugh anymore, I was horrible to find that I became a murder target. Government office would not help. I visited some legal service organization. When they heard the word of 'DEA' and 'FBI', they turned their face away. Business turned down, I even dared not go into my own warehouse. In October 1993, news paper said Mrs. Chen's drug case would be sentenced late that month. Watching the rifle gun laid beside my space, I had a feeling there would be a violent end for me. They wouldn't let me alive because I knew too much of their criminal activities. In middle October, I quit the flea market. And I was surprised to see that court postponed the sentence of Mrs. Chen's case, too, until I left for China.
My tenant introduced me to work as a temporary driver in his company. It's a software company. In early 1994, company staff said there was a job opening. I took the offer. The job was to copy and file software document. That day I started my work in copy machine room. There was a new copy machine sent in that morning. The copy machine company sent it in for demonstration. I worked alone in that room. Sometime later I felt a strong dizziness and warm feeling. I hurried out to file the documents in other room. Soon, I heard a staff yelled, 'Malfunction'. He tried to use new machine but found it didn't work. I quit the new job that same day. Worked only 4 hours. I have not applied for a job since. I don't want to quit after just working several hours. It's no good to me as well as to employers.
28. My wife intimidated
When my wife first heard my words that I was under surveillance of law enforcement agent, she laughed at me:" If little figure like you are the target of surveillance, then those agents have too much work to do."
One night, when I went out, I found a neighborhood house installed a motion detector lamp which reacted to my movement. It was about 70 feet away, so was not very bright, but it lit up my whole parking space. I told my wife. She was suspicious on this information and took a test. She walked out, the lamp lit up. After she came in, I tested with my hand and found it was so sensitive that it worked even with a palm's movement. My wife and I in turn tested the lamp by stretching out our hands from house. Like children playing game. Several times later, the lamp was off. Agent who monitored us found we were testing their lamp, switched it off. My wife kept in silence with a straight face. She didn't say anything but I could feel she was shocked.
Sometime after drug case happened, a tenant moved in my next door neighborhood. My window was towards to the lane. At night I always heard his automobile drove in to the garage. I noticed the time he came was about 11 o'clock. I thought if he was the one who monitored me at night, then he should work no more than eight hours. Next morning I got up early to watch. Really he left at seven o'clock. For days he worked on that schedule. I told my wife the new discovery. "He works night shift."
Then I could not hear the sound of his car any more. I found he started parking his car on street. Sometimes he was picked up by another driver. Time schedule was still the same. They eavesdropped my talking and changed their way. Such events happened several times. I, too, change my way. I wrote down on paper the new discovery.
At first my wife read my new discovery with smile. Sometime later, she refused to read my notes any more. She pushed my paper away with scary, "I don't want to read it". I was puzzled by her change. After several refusal, I realized she was intimidated. Agents apparently had interviewed her and asked what I had written on paper. I had a feeling that I lived in a 'spy' country. They vastly use informants to cross monitor each other. I could even not trust my wife.
29. "I am you, American."
In late 1993 and 1994, I worked as a driver for a software company. Their customers were mainly from China. One day, I picked up a customer from airport and accompanied him to the hotel. We talked about US and I told him my bitter experience. And how they delivered the word that they killed President Kennedy. He was a little nervous and said, "Please don't talk about that issue."
Next day, when I met him again, he asked me "Did you read the newspaper? The executive of Disneyland died of a helicopter accident". I was surprised that he paid attention to the forbidden issue and thought it might be another intimidation from Federal law enforcement agent. China opened to the world just for a short time then. Customers from China were interested in travelling and shopping for merchandise which was in shortage in their country. I never saw them reading newspaper. And the dead executive of Disneyland was competing fiercely with another one for the post of Chief executive then.
About that time, I had read an article from newspaper talked about Walt Disney. What impressed me was that he was an informant of FBI. He hated Union. He was evaluated as a good informant because he entertained FBI agents and their family free to Disneyland. Through him FBI could handle a large number of his employees. It was an important post. So when the helicopter accident happened, I felt that might be a work of FBI. They sent a candidate of their own to that VIP post through a violent plot.
Through my own experience, I feel US has became a 'spy country'. I started to view things from another angle. When Leuwinsky scandal happened and Linda Trip said in her speech,"I am you, American." I couldn't help to laugh. She thought many people were the same as her. She may be right. In this country, informant are vastly used by Federal law enforcement agency.
After drug case and having many harassment experiences, I began to follow the newsabout law enforcement agency and drug case. I found there were a lot of police brutalities. Some police shot people, then planted a gun as reason for shooting. I immediately thought of my neighbor - Mr. Wang. Mr. Wan sold toys. Sometime he started to sell guns. California is a state with strict gun laws. People have seven days waiting period to buy a gun. The gun Mr. Wang sold is air rifle. It was, too, under gun control law. I remember the Flea Market authority has come to his space, ordering him to pack up the gun or to be kicked off market. Wang packed up gun that day. To my surprise, next week he went on selling his air rifles. Nobody came to make trouble for him ever since. He put the gun box along the line separate our spaces.
Then I was horrible to find that my neighbor seller in Galt flea market selling same guns. She, too, put the gun box along the line which separated our spaces .
Mr. Wang boasted how nice his gun was. Showed me the rifle line in bore. I was not interested. One evening when I finished business, I was ready leaving. But my van did not move so I got off to check. I found there was a big block underneath the front wheel. It was a box with a brand new air pistol inside. I returned it to Mr. Wang next day. He was not happy as I had expected. Simply with a 'Thank you', he turned away to do other things. I felt there was a disappointment in his sentiment. It was not a plant but a trap. I knew if they found any accusation, despite true or false, they won't let me alive.
I quit the business at the end of 1993. Then went to China. In 1995, I came back. When I went to flea market, I thought:'Now they have no reason selling gun.' I went to Mr. Wang's space. No, there was no gun. He didn't sell it any more.
26. A trap to hurt
One Tuesday in 1993, a customer in Galt Market ordered 100 pieces of a figuring item. He used to charge a high profit margin in his retail business, so his sales was slower than others. In his purchasing order, it used to be one or two pieces for each item, six utmost. One hundred pieces was quite unusual. Anyway, it was a big order, I was happy.
On Monday, I went to the storage to pick up his porcelain order. The storage area was calm. Usually when I went there, two men would come, too, to the right hand room next to me. They left when I left. This day, they didn't show. Instead, a black man came to the left hand room which used to be locked. He quickly opened the door, went in, then rushed out to his car and speeded away. What impressed me was his panic stricken face. It looked like there was a monster inside the room. The scene of two black girls in Supreme Court flashed into my mind. (See story of '18. Portable microwave shooting instrument') Black people were used to do the most dangerous mission. I realized there was a trap set inside. The big order was designed to lure me in. I left the storage house right away.
Next day, when I told my customer I didn't bring his ordered porcelain figuring to him, he was unhappy. He kept complain until I couldn't help to tell him the whole story. I told him I thought there might be a strong radioactive field waiting for me in storage room and my life was threatened. He was shocked apparently. Then said he was sorry to hear that and didn't expect there was such a development.
Next Tuesday, when I met him, he talked about this again. He said law enforcement agent might use something to trace and it would not harm health and people even could eat it as a tracer in medical study. Obviously this was what law enforcement agent told him to cover their plot. And this was the first time I learnt the English word 'tracer'.
I had several such events that year, and it at last led me quit the Flea market career. How could I do business while I could not enter my own warehouse
27. Quit the job
When I first found them surveying me by helicopter and infra-scanner, I laughed at them. I was happy on my discovery. I believed at last, after such a thorough investigation, they would know I was an innocent man.
Then, after the isotope money hurt my health and I complained. I had more new discovery. But I was unable to laugh anymore, I was horrible to find that I became a murder target. Government office would not help. I visited some legal service organization. When they heard the word of 'DEA' and 'FBI', they turned their face away. Business turned down, I even dared not go into my own warehouse. In October 1993, news paper said Mrs. Chen's drug case would be sentenced late that month. Watching the rifle gun laid beside my space, I had a feeling there would be a violent end for me. They wouldn't let me alive because I knew too much of their criminal activities. In middle October, I quit the flea market. And I was surprised to see that court postponed the sentence of Mrs. Chen's case, too, until I left for China.
My tenant introduced me to work as a temporary driver in his company. It's a software company. In early 1994, company staff said there was a job opening. I took the offer. The job was to copy and file software document. That day I started my work in copy machine room. There was a new copy machine sent in that morning. The copy machine company sent it in for demonstration. I worked alone in that room. Sometime later I felt a strong dizziness and warm feeling. I hurried out to file the documents in other room. Soon, I heard a staff yelled, 'Malfunction'. He tried to use new machine but found it didn't work. I quit the new job that same day. Worked only 4 hours. I have not applied for a job since. I don't want to quit after just working several hours. It's no good to me as well as to employers.
28. My wife intimidated
When my wife first heard my words that I was under surveillance of law enforcement agent, she laughed at me:" If little figure like you are the target of surveillance, then those agents have too much work to do."
One night, when I went out, I found a neighborhood house installed a motion detector lamp which reacted to my movement. It was about 70 feet away, so was not very bright, but it lit up my whole parking space. I told my wife. She was suspicious on this information and took a test. She walked out, the lamp lit up. After she came in, I tested with my hand and found it was so sensitive that it worked even with a palm's movement. My wife and I in turn tested the lamp by stretching out our hands from house. Like children playing game. Several times later, the lamp was off. Agent who monitored us found we were testing their lamp, switched it off. My wife kept in silence with a straight face. She didn't say anything but I could feel she was shocked.
Sometime after drug case happened, a tenant moved in my next door neighborhood. My window was towards to the lane. At night I always heard his automobile drove in to the garage. I noticed the time he came was about 11 o'clock. I thought if he was the one who monitored me at night, then he should work no more than eight hours. Next morning I got up early to watch. Really he left at seven o'clock. For days he worked on that schedule. I told my wife the new discovery. "He works night shift."
Then I could not hear the sound of his car any more. I found he started parking his car on street. Sometimes he was picked up by another driver. Time schedule was still the same. They eavesdropped my talking and changed their way. Such events happened several times. I, too, change my way. I wrote down on paper the new discovery.
At first my wife read my new discovery with smile. Sometime later, she refused to read my notes any more. She pushed my paper away with scary, "I don't want to read it". I was puzzled by her change. After several refusal, I realized she was intimidated. Agents apparently had interviewed her and asked what I had written on paper. I had a feeling that I lived in a 'spy' country. They vastly use informants to cross monitor each other. I could even not trust my wife.
29. "I am you, American."
In late 1993 and 1994, I worked as a driver for a software company. Their customers were mainly from China. One day, I picked up a customer from airport and accompanied him to the hotel. We talked about US and I told him my bitter experience. And how they delivered the word that they killed President Kennedy. He was a little nervous and said, "Please don't talk about that issue."
Next day, when I met him again, he asked me "Did you read the newspaper? The executive of Disneyland died of a helicopter accident". I was surprised that he paid attention to the forbidden issue and thought it might be another intimidation from Federal law enforcement agent. China opened to the world just for a short time then. Customers from China were interested in travelling and shopping for merchandise which was in shortage in their country. I never saw them reading newspaper. And the dead executive of Disneyland was competing fiercely with another one for the post of Chief executive then.
About that time, I had read an article from newspaper talked about Walt Disney. What impressed me was that he was an informant of FBI. He hated Union. He was evaluated as a good informant because he entertained FBI agents and their family free to Disneyland. Through him FBI could handle a large number of his employees. It was an important post. So when the helicopter accident happened, I felt that might be a work of FBI. They sent a candidate of their own to that VIP post through a violent plot.
Through my own experience, I feel US has became a 'spy country'. I started to view things from another angle. When Leuwinsky scandal happened and Linda Trip said in her speech,"I am you, American." I couldn't help to laugh. She thought many people were the same as her. She may be right. In this country, informant are vastly used by Federal law enforcement agency.