William had just gotten out of bed, and found a pair of socks that didn't smell too heavy in a pile of smelly socks, and put them on his feet. Please search (Pinshu.com) to see the most complete!The fastest update!The stiff socks that are sweaty and the dead skin that have fallen off are a little poked, but he doesn't care very much, because it's good to wear them for a while. He casually draped a fairly clean dress, spat in the palm of his hand, pressed back the hair that was messed up from sleeping, and then made a cool expression to himself in the mirror with satisfaction, and then pushed the door away. He spends almost every day in the bar next door, which is his life and his job.

It was still noon when I entered the bar, there were no customers, and the lady, who was often so hot that she had to take off her clothes, sat on the stage weakly, holding a bowl of boxed lunch in her hand, looked up at him, and focused on her lunch. The bartender was very welcoming, beckoned him to sit on the edge of the bar, and gave him a glass of fruit wine worth 20 cents for free.

William is a regular customer here, and this is where he works. He'll gather some intel here, and occasionally go around other places. Some information has little value, and may not be used for a long, long time, but as long as there is a piece of information that someone needs, he can earn enough money to support him. He's been making a big deal lately, and he's squandered almost ten bucks in the bar, much to the satisfaction of both the bartender and the owner.

Except for cheap ladies who are often hot enough to undress, there is almost no profit point for consumption, and ten yuan is no longer a small amount of money.

"Didn't you say a newcomer?", William pointed to the ladies who were dining on the stage with his glass in his glass, "Why is it still her?"

The bar lowered his head and wiped his glass, and replied, "I will only arrive tomorrow, and I went to a scene today, and I can't leave." ”

The ladies in such a simple and classless small bar who are very hot and love to undress are actually foreigners, and there are people who are in charge of this part of the business, and these people have about 20 women who are easy to sweat in their hands, so that they can change the place of work every once in a while, so as to stimulate the customers of the bar to constantly consume because of the novelty. Twenty percent of these purchases are the commissions provided by the bar as a venue, one is sold to the security guards in the bar, and the fourth is sold to the managers in front of them, and they can only get 30%. Of course, even if it is only 30%, it is not a small income.

William asked the girl the bartender had told him before, who was said to have only just been trained, and was only a little over twenty years old, and this was her second place of work, which had made the bar's business much better in recent times, and a large group of old men had to come over every day to find out if the new dancer was coming.

William pouted and shrugged his shoulders, he took a sip of the fruit wine with a distinctly astringent taste, leaned on the bar and whispered, "Is there any good news lately?"

The bar stopped what he was doing, looked at the sparse customers around him, and stretched out a slap in the face, "I have a message worth at least five bucks, if you want!"

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

In fact, intelligence is also a commodity, and it does not have a physical commodity, and since it is a commodity, it will naturally circulate, and like other physical goods, it will continue to depreciate with the number of times it circulates. And there is a very bad thing about intelligence, that is, it has reproducibility, diffusion and timeliness. Five dollars of intelligence is too high for an intelligence dealer with no customers, but for William it is not a problem at all.

As soon as he changed hands, his income could be increased at least several times.

When he heard the news from the bartender, he was stunned for a moment, and soon realized that the news had limited sales, but it would definitely sell for a price. He pulled out a crumpled five-dollar bill and slipped it into the bartender's hand to complete the deal.

As time went on, it grew darker and the atmosphere in the bar became more lively, and William kept wandering the crowd with his glass in hand, collecting some information that didn't cost money, while selling his own information. It only took him two hours to sell four copies of the five-dollar piece of information for two dollars, and not only did he earn back the money, but he also made a lot of money. Everybody has their own customers and connections, he's selling information, and the bartender is selling information, just like every night before, nothing unpleasant happens.

Until...... Two uninvited guests came to the bar.

Durin and Dufo ordered two glasses worth seventy-five cents, which were actually high-alcohol mixed with low-alcohol liquor, and then sold, which was also a way for the small bar to solve the supply of high-alcohol liquor. After Karol further increased the price of moonshine through a quota allocation, many of the weaker bars practiced this method, and some of them simply mixed the water.

"I want to know who William is!", Dover pulled out two one-dollar bills and put them on the bar, then pushed them over. This message is worth two dollars at most, and it can't be more. Of course, this is also to avoid startling the snake, and any intelligence dealer will set up some small props for escape in the place where he operates. In order to be safely insured, Dover must play by the rules of the game.

The bartender raised his chin at William, who was sitting on the edge of the stage and tossing a coin inside, "See that gray-haired guy?"

Durin turned his head and saw the guy the bartender had said.

The two got up with their glasses and walked over, and when they were already standing behind William, William felt someone behind him. He tossed all the coins in his hand in exchange for a wink from the lady, then stood up and turned around, showing a businessman-like false smile, "The two of you are very face-to-face, but it doesn't matter, whatever news you want, I can get it, it's just the price." Have you figured out what news you need?"

Durin nodded, pulled out two ten-dollar bills, and William's eyes lit up, and he invited the two to leave through the back door of the bar, and the three of them stood in a quiet alley that smelled of peculiarities.

He looked left and right, and when he was sure that there was no one else in the alley, he said: "I don't know what information you two need specifically, it's not that I exaggerated, only my information is the most complete and up-to-date in this area." ”