The next morning, I returned to the lama temple with my things, pretended that nothing had happened, and went back to my room.

As soon as I entered, I closed all the doors and windows, then plucked my hair, rubbed sticky material on duct tape, pasted one on each window, and made a slingshot out of clothes racks and rubber bands.

Judging from the bureau in the post office, the people who designed me must be very clever, and they will not be some dirt buns, so they will definitely use high-tech equipment to monitor me, maybe there is a pinhole device in this lama's room, and they will see my behavior. The first thing I had to do was to test how closely I was being watched and controlled.

I walked out of the house, they couldn't spy on the whole lama temple, I started to walk around, and when I was sure that there was no one around me for a short distance, I started to observe the terrain and hid everything around me in many corners of the lama temple, including the slingshot.

Then I went back to my room and checked the hair on the cracks in the window, and I saw that all the hair was there. No one came in through the window, but that doesn't mean anything just yet.

I began to continue reading the notes written by the stuffy oil bottle, and it was not until the evening that I went out to say hello and eat with some people. At this time, I saw a few porters hired by the group of Hong Kong people smoking at the door.

They smoked the best cigarette in Meto, the one I bought yesterday. I looked at the Hong Kongers, at the porters, and knew that my first trap had worked.

It's not easy to follow me on the streets of Motuo, because not all locals are very conspicuous, and the porters here love to smoke, so I pretended to lose half a pack of cigarettes in the guest house, and if they weren't a very professional team, they would pick them up and smoke.

I sat quietly next to the Hong Kong people, and they didn't show anything unusual, they still chatted naturally, and here, the state of the people themselves is very natural, so I found their food to eat and listened to what they were talking about.

The Cantonese chatter was hard to understand, so I quickly gave up, but during this time, I nodded at their heads and observed everyone for the first time.

I soon felt ashamed of my carelessness, and I found that at least three of the group were definitely not bad at all, showing signs of professional training, and all the others looked very fit and healthy. In the general tour group, there must be people who are in particularly good health, and there are also people who are particularly stupid to experience life, and the physical fitness of these Hong Kong people seems to be too good and too average.

When I looked at the group again, I found that one of the three people I judged to be good was a woman, and I realized that she had a woman's curves after she walked around, but her face was wrapped in clothes all the time and I couldn't see clearly.

I lit a cigarette and walked over to her, and the best person in the team would not be too high, and I would not be too suspicious of a girl. "Beauty. I walked up to her and smiled at her, "I have instant noodles here, you eat what you have here, do you want a bowl?"

The girl looked up at me, looked at the noodles in my hands, looked at my face, and suddenly took my cigarette out of her mouth with her backhand, put it in her mouth, and said to me, "Save it, this cigarette lady smiled." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and the man next to her laughed. I calmed down for a while, and felt that I couldn't be shocked by this dismount, so I said: "My name is Wu Xie, what is your name, beauty?" The girl looked at me and spit the cigarette in her mouth to the ground: "I regret it, I shouldn't have asked for the cigarette, and I will return it to you."

Get the hell out of here. "I've never been so embarrassed in my life, but I'm really not the hairy boy I used to be, and I'm ashamed to burrow into the cracks of the ground when this happens—at this point, I just think it's funny.

When the girl had finished puffing out her cigarette, she passed by me, and when I looked around at the lively people, I shrugged my shoulders, and they immediately laughed even harder. I asked one of them, "What's her name?" I don't dare tell you," he said, and all of a sudden everyone burst into laughter.

I laughed too, and said in my heart that if you were really scheming on me, you wouldn't be able to laugh later. Picking up a cigarette from the ground and continuing to smoke, he left the group.

The purpose of doing so many moves before is very simple, and this is also the method that I have explored in my own business in the past few years, and maybe only people like me are suitable for this method, because only I have a lot of energy to pay attention to so many details.

In the past, the third uncle used a centralized system to do business, using his own authority and system to manage the entire chain, and I was certainly not suitable for this route, because it was difficult for me to hold out for too long under particularly drastic conditions, and I could not see too much cruelty and toughness.

I like everyone to be good, make their own money, and then live in harmony. That's why my subordinates all call me "Little Buddha Wu". This title originated from a mantra I had at the time, "Amitabha, put down the butcher's knife and make money to become a Buddha", which has nothing to do with Zhang Da Buddha, but I just feel very unlucky when I listen to it.