When Du Chenghu's office proposed to check the cigarette butts from the garbage dumped by the Toyama Commercial Bank every day, Lin Jiangbei had already hit the team of garbage collectors under the Public Works Office of the Japanese Concession.

The key issue is to find out which garbage collector is responsible for collecting the garbage from the Toyama Trading Company, and then find a way to get him to do his job so that he does not mix the garbage from the Toyama Trading Company with the garbage poured out from other places, so as to ensure that no cigarette butts from other places can be mixed in when the cigarette butts are counted.

At this time, hearing Wang Xiaoli propose this method, Lin Jiangbei naturally nodded again and again, but pointed out that Wang Xiaoli's method should be refined.

"Boss Cheng, how do you think it should be refined?" Wang Xiaoli asked.

"We need to find a way to do the work of a garbage collector in advance, so that he can store the garbage of the Toyama Commercial Bank separately and not mix it with the garbage of other families. You can't wait for him to dump the garbage at the garbage point before rummaging. Lin Jiangbei said.

"Boss Cheng, you're right, it's me who didn't think it through!" Wang Xiaoli's face turned red, looking a little ashamed, but in fact, there was a shallow pride in his heart.

In fact, a year ago, he bought off the garbage man in charge of the Toyama Commercial Bank at the cost of a piece of fruit cake every day, and asked him to come to the Toyama Commercial Bank last every time to collect the garbage, so that the garbage of the Toyama Commercial Bank was piled on the top, so that Wang Xiaoli, who was waiting at the garbage point, could check it.

Of course, Wang Xiaoli's remarks about the garbage man are that there are a large number of Japanese cigarette butts in the garbage of the Toyama trading house, and he knows a fake cigarette dealer who specializes in the production of counterfeit Japanese cigarettes, and needs some real Japanese tobacco mixed in. So he collected these Japanese cigarette butts, and the small amount of money that could be exchanged for a small amount of money.

In fact, Wang Xiaoli's purpose was to see if there was any information accidentally leaked by the Japanese in the garbage dumped by the Toyama Trading Bank.

It's just a pity that the Japanese in the Toyama trading house are very careful, Wang Xiaoli persisted for a year, and he didn't find any valuable information in the garbage, and Japanese cigarette butts accumulated a lot.

The reason why he did not report his action to Hangcheng Station was because the shopkeeper Li told him that he could properly show his intelligence and ability, but he should not show his intelligence and ability too much, so as not to attract the special attention of people with intentions and affect his future latent work.

But Wang Xiaoli didn't expect that Boss Cheng in Hangcheng Station would need to calculate the large front door stock in the target person's hand through the number of cigarette butts this time. The seemingly useless idle tricks he had laid out before finally came in handy.

After duplicity lowered his head and made a self-examination to Lin Jiangbei, Wang Xiaoli raised his head again, looked at Lin Jiangbei and said: "Boss Cheng, when you say this, I remember that the garbage man who is responsible for taking down the Fushan Commercial Bank is called Lao Guo, and he is a person who likes to take advantage of small advantages." If you give him some benefits, this will not be difficult to do. ”

"Oh?" Lin Jiangbei looked at Wang Xiaoli, "Do you know him?" Is the relationship familiar? ”

"It's done!" Wang Xiaoli said hey, "He often buys my dim sum to eat, and every time I ask me to spare half of his broken dim sum." ”

"That'll do!" Lin Jiangbei stretched out his hand and touched the thirty yuan bill from his body, and handed it to Wang Xiaoli, "You can use this money to buy Lao Guo." Remember, don't give him too much at a time, even to prevent him from becoming suspicious. ”

Wang Xiaoli looked at the banknote in his hand.

Thirty dollars? This team leader is so generous!

Can I tell you that every time I only need two cents of a cake, I can make Lao Guo obedient and pull the garbage of the Toyama Commercial Bank over for me to pick?

Hehe, anyway, your Kuomintang has money, so I don't have to use it in vain.

"Okay, I remember, definitely won't give him much money at a time." Wang Xiaoli responded while stuffing the money into his arms.

This guy is very quick to stuff money!

Lin Jiangbei laughed secretly and asked again: "Comrade Sunflower, then what kind of rhetoric do you think about to use to persuade this old Guo to cooperate with you, and at the same time not make him suspicious?" ”

Wang Xiaoli hurriedly sat up straight and said, "Boss Cheng, I have a not very mature idea, say it, you can help refer to it in detail, and see if it can be successful." ”

"Well, you name it!" Lin Jiangbei nodded.

"I said that I recently got acquainted with a fake cigarette dealer who specializes in counterfeit Japanese cigarettes, but he needed to get some real Japanese tobacco mixed in, so he secretly bought a large number of Japanese cigarette butts."

"And it just so happens that there are a lot of Japanese cigarette butts mixed in the garbage of Toyama Commercial Bank, and I want to collect these Japanese cigarette butts and sell them to this fake cigarette dealer, and the money I earn will be divided equally with Lao Guo Eryi."

"I thought that with Lao Guo's greedy character, he didn't need any strength, he could share a piece of money for nothing, and there was no reason to refuse me, so I think the possibility of success of this method is quite large."

Wang Xiaoli finished saying these words in one breath, and then looked at Lin Jiangbei with his eyes, "Boss Cheng, do you think my plan will succeed?" ”

"Done! It's so done! It's even better than me being the boss! Lin Jiangbei shook his head again and again and sighed, looking at the demon-like Wang Xiaocalf in front of him.

What the hell does this guy's head look like? An eighteen-year-old young man was able to think of such a clever method in such a short period of time, even if he was as picky as him, he couldn't find anything wrong with Wang Xiaoli's plan!

"Okay! This task is up to you! Lin Jiangbei stretched out his hand and patted Wang Xiaoli's shoulder, "After you count the cigarette butts every day, you will inform the shopkeeper Ding of the results in time." ”

"Yes, I understand!" Wang Xiaoli nodded in response.

"Then let's talk about how to solve the first problem, you can talk about it, what do you think?" Lin Jiangbei looked at Wang Xiaoli. After listening to Wang Xiaoli's solution to the second problem, he was full of expectations for Wang Xiaoli.

If those subordinates in the intelligence team of Hangzhou Station can have a few more intelligence geniuses like Wang Xiaoli, then he believes that he, the head of the intelligence team, can eat and wait for death every day, and he can catch all the Japanese spies in Hangzhou while lying on the bed.

"First question?" Wang Xiaoli pondered for a moment and said, "If you want to confirm whether the No. 2 mole is really hiding in the Toyama Trading House, to be honest, it is quite difficult. ”

"If the No. 2 mole will go out, it's okay to say, I'm afraid that the No. 2 mole will hide in the Toyama trading house and won't come out, then to find out whether he is in the Toyama trading house, maybe you can only make up your mind on the 'fallen master'."

"'Inverted master'?" Lin Jiangbei frowned and thought for a while, and said, "According to the information I saw, the interior of the Fushan Commercial Bank is equipped with flushing toilets, and there is no need for a 'poured master'!" ”

Like the Shanghai Concession, not every household in the Hangzhou Japanese Concession has a flushing toilet, and many households use a toilet to store their urine and urine. Every morning, when I heard the sound of the manure truck, I quickly carried the toilet to the back door to empty the toilet, which was the first chore that every family had to do every day.

And the person who pulls the dung truck to every house to collect the feces in the toilet is the so-called "poured master", also known as the "dung man", and is called the "clean man"!

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