William had just got up from the bed and found a pair of socks that were not too heavy among the smelling socks, and put them on his feet. Sweaty socks that were sweaty and peeling off and sticking out were a bit poking, but he didn't care much because it would be good to wear them for a while. He put on a fairly clean dress casually, spit in the palm of his hand, and pressed back the hair that had been messed up because of sleep, only to make a cool look at himself in the mirror with satisfaction. Expression, then pushed the door away. He spends almost every day in the bar next door. This is his life and his work.

It was noon when I entered the bar. There were no guests. The lady who was often hot enough to undress squatted on the stage, holding a bowl of lunch in his hand, raised his eyes and gave him a glance, and focused on himself. For lunch. The bartender was very enthusiastic, greeted him sitting on the edge of the bar, and gave him a glass of fruit wine for 20 cents for free.

William is a regular customer here, and this is where he works. He will gather some information here, and occasionally go elsewhere. Some information is of little value and may not be used for a long time, but as long as there is a piece of information that someone needs, he can make enough money to support him. Recently, he made a big sale and has squandered almost ten dollars in the bar, which made the bartender and owner of the bar very satisfied.

Such a small bar, except for cheap women who are often hot to undress, has few profit points for consumption. Ten yuan is no longer a small sum.

"Isn't it a newcomer?" William raised his glass and pointed at the lady on the stage, "Why is she still?"

The bar lowered its head and wiped the glass, and replied, "It's only tomorrow. Today, we went to a field and couldn't leave."

In this humble little bar, the ladies who are very hot and love to take off clothes are actually foreign. Some people are in charge of this business. These people have about twenty women who are easy to sweat. Every so often, they change the place where they work, in order to stimulate the bar's guests to constantly generate consumption due to freshness. Among these consumptions, 20% is the commission provided by the bar as a place. One transaction is for the security staff in the bar and the fourth transaction is for the management staff above them. They can only get 30%. Of course, even if it is only 30%, it is not a small amount of income.

William asked the girl that the bartender had told him before. It was said that he had trained well. It was only a little over twenty years old. This was the second work place she moved to. A large group of old men come to drink a drink every day in order to know if a new dancer is coming.

William shrugged his lips and shrugged his shoulders. He took a sip of fruit wine with a pronounced astringency, lay on the bar and whispered, "Is there any good news recently? Share it!"

The bar stopped its work, looked at the sparse guests around, and stretched out a slap, "I have a message worth at least five dollars, if you want!"

William thought for a moment, reached out and shook the bartender, and reached an agreement.

In fact, intelligence is also a commodity. It does not have a physical commodity. Since it is a commodity that naturally circulates, it also depreciates with the number of circulations, just like other physical commodities. And intelligence has a very bad point, which is that it has reproducibility and proliferation and timeliness. The five-dollar intelligence asking price is too high for an intelligence trafficker without a source, but it is not a problem at all for William.

When he changed hands, he could at least double his income.

When he heard the news from the bartender's mouth, he quickly realized that the news was limited in sales, but he could certainly sell it for a price. He took out a crumpled five yuan denomination note and stuffed it into the bartender's hand to complete the transaction.

As time went on, the sky gradually darkened, and the atmosphere in the bar was also lively. William held a glass of wine and constantly walked through the crowd, while gathering information that was not money, and selling information in his own hands. It only took him two hours to sell the five dollars of information for two dollars for four. Not only did the money come back, but also a lot of income. Everyone has their own customers and connections. He is selling information, and the bartender is also selling information. It is the same as every night before. No unpleasant things happen.

Until ... there were two unexpected guests in the bar.

Du Lin and Du Fu ordered two glasses of wine worth 75 cents. This wine is actually a high-alcohol blend of low-alcohol wine, and then sold it out. Way. After Carroll increased the selling price of private wine through quota allocation, many weak bars have implemented this method, and some small bars simply add water directly.

"I want to know who William is!" Dufo took out two one-yuan notes and put them on the bar, then pushed them over. This message is worth at most two yuan, and it is impossible to have more. Of course, this is also done to avoid grass and snakes. Any intelligence dealer will set up some small props for escape in the place where he is active. To secure insurance, Dufo must follow the rules of the game.

The bartender raised his chin to William, who was sitting on the perimeter of the stage and tossing coins inside, without any concealment. "Did you see the gray-haired guy?" After that, he smiled and continued his work.

As soon as Du Lin tilted his head, he saw the guy said by the bartender.

The two stood up with the glasses and walked over, and when they were already standing behind William, William felt that someone was behind him. He threw out all the coins in his hand, and in exchange for a glamorous look from the lady, he stood up and turned around, revealing a businessman-like false smile, "The two are very face-to-face, but it doesn't matter what you want I can get all the news, but it's just a matter of price. Do you think what news do you need? "

Du Lin nodded and took out two ten-dollar denominations. William's eyes lighted up and he invited the two to leave the back door of the bar. The three stood in a quiet alley with a strange smell. .

He looked around and determined that there was no one else in the alley, and said, "I don't know what specific information the two need, and I'm not exaggerating, only my information is the most up-to-date here."