Song Wenbin was stunned for a moment after receiving Huo Yu's call, and then couldn't help but shudder, he looked at the peaceful and quiet streets of Amsterdam around him, and realized that his improvised strategy was still negligent.

Indeed, if all the people who entered the stall were men, but all the fingerprints he collected were women, it would be meaningless, and his target group would have to change, and he would have to target the potential male users of that university.

But how can these Kochi men also buy them willingly.

Or .....

What about handing over fingerprints?

Song Wenbin fell into thought.

Now, time is not on his side, he must hurry up at this time, although emotions are the most explosive part of human beings, but also the most ephemeral thing, if he can't solve the problem in one go in the time when emotions work, then when emotions subside, he will never regain the opportunity to enter the mysterious file room.

"I see." After thinking about it, Song Wenbin said heavily, "Leave it to me."

"Huh!? What can you do??" Huo Yu asked loudly over there.

"You don't have to worry about that." Song Wenbin said, and he hung up the phone.

On the streets of Amsterdam shrouded in night, Song Wenbin looked at a few discarded flyers in the trash can, and sighed long.

Return to the stronghold that the producers of Chinatown gave them to find.

It's a very different place. The spacious room was now filled with a printer-like machine, glowing with purple light. Sutina, wearing glasses, held a glass rod in front of the machine and stirred the glassware, which was a viscous black gel.

Song Wenbin was very curious when he saw Sutina's work, and couldn't help asking, "What is this?"

"Conductive silicone rubber." Sutina replied angrily, then she pointed to the machine in front of her and said, "These are ultraviolet lamps, and the most advanced optical resolution equipment, which can identify the tiniest fingerprint bumps and replicate them in equal proportions, so that we can even replicate the bumps of fingerprints."

As she spoke, she picked up a small piece of polyurethane and hung it under the ultraviolet lamp, and sure enough, under the ultraviolet radiation, the fingerprints on the thin polyurethane were clearly visible.

Putting down the polyurethane, Sutina chuckled: "I have to say that although Brother Song, your method is outrageous but really effective, polyurethane is a material that is naturally highly elastic, and the oil on its surface can replicate the protrusion of fingerprints. Not only that, but I went to the library to check it out in the past two days, and found that their equipment has not been updated to the latest live fingerprint technology, and it still uses capacitive sensors from a few years ago, which means that if we can get the correct fingerprint, we can enter the stall room."

But Song Wenbin, who heard the good news, was not much happy, he smiled, a little reluctantly.

Su tina saw Song Wenbin's reluctance, took off her mask and asked, "Brother Song, is there something wrong again?"

Song Wenbin nodded and said, "Huo Yu has collected fingerprints over there, but they are all women's fingerprints." ….

Sutina was stunned.

"Now I'm going to find a way to get a man's fingerprint, so I've written an article that I want you to translate."

As soon as she heard that Song Wenbin had a way, Su tina breathed a sigh of relief: "Show me, I'll help you translate."

Song Wenbin took the list in his hand to Su Tina, Su Tina glanced at it, and then almost fainted. The words and phrases on this text are very short, but at the same time they are so brutal that they almost make her die of shame.

She reluctantly stuffed the copy back into Song Wenbin's arms and said loudly, "You're going to die! Write this kind of thing! What are you going to do in Amsterdam!?"

"Won't you translate for me?" Song Wenbin was surprised.

"The ghost wants to translate for you!" Sutina blushed and shouted angrily, "I didn't learn a foreign language for this, you bastard!!"

Song Wenbin was stunned, stunned for a moment, he turned his head,

looked at Wei Ning, who was in charge of filming on the side. Obviously, if you don't have a female translator, then you have to find a spare male translator.

Sensing Song Wenbin's gaze, Sutina angrily said loudly to the film crew, "You are not allowed to help him translate, isn't it shameful enough to go to Amsterdam to sell T!?"

But her angry shouting not only did not scare Wei Ning away, but instead made the other colleagues in the film crew interested, and they ran to Song Wenbin's side and looked at the paper in his hand curiously.

"Ahhhh

Sutina screamed, and was about to snatch the paper from Song Wenbin's hand.

Song Wenbin simply dragged the photographer out and locked Sutina in the house.

Sutina slammed the door inside the house, and she screamed, "You're going to die! It's not enough to ho ho in Seoul!! Are you going to have to go all over again in every big city in the world!!"

Song Wenbin ignored it, he leaned his back against the door, didn't let Su Tina come out, and handed the note in his hand to Wei Ning, Wei Ning's face turned pale after reading it, and asked, "Disgust, what are you going to do..."

"I'm going to have a blast in Amsterdam."

Song Wenbin said.

......

......

Outside the University of Amsterdam, due to the overzealous buying of T-shirts by Amsterdam women, Huo Yu's cart used for sales was completely overturned, and now he is lying on all fours, and the wheels are still spinning.

Huo Yu finished the phone call, and stood in place angrily wearing the shameful JSB box clothes, scolding Song Wenbin with an unclean mouth, "What do you do, you know that if you engage in this kind of evil way, you will die sooner or later!"

After scolding for a while, she couldn't do anything, although the people who bought T were women, but they were finally sold, she picked up the small cart, called the warehouse staff to send another car of covers, and planned to regroup and continue to collect fingerprints.

However, at this moment, three or two security guards walked out of the University of Amsterdam in a menacing manner, and the security guards strode towards Huo Yu with batons. As soon as she didn't say a word, she waved her baton directly and swept all the JSBs in her stall to the ground.

Not only swept her cart, but also pointed at her nose and scolded her loudly.

Huo Yu couldn't understand the Dutch of these people, so he asked loudly in English, "What are you doing!?" ….

"Don't sell it here!"

Several security guards yelled.

They clanged and knocked Huo Yu's cart down.

Huo Yu thought to herself that there was no stall near her location, in fact, the place where she was located was a free market in this area, and it was also a flea market, which sold everything, clothes, toys, flowers, food, etc., etc., she didn't understand where she opened her stall here.

"Why can't I sell it here?"

Huo Yu watched the security guard push down her small cart, and she had to push the small cart next to the film crew member next to her, and immediately pulled the security guard angrily.

But the male security guard was even angrier than she thought, he not only pushed Huo Yu's cart, but even ripped off the boxy box coat on her body.

"Jeeder, blasphemy, you freak, love button!!"

The guards were in a mixture of Dutch, slurred speech, and were clearly emotional. Their messing and smashing also caused people to crowd around the flea market, and some students from the University of Amsterdam who were passing by were attracted to it.

Huo Yu saw that those security guards were showing their prestige here, and she couldn't help but have two green tendons in her head, she clenched her fists and slowly stepped forward.

The security guard didn't realize the danger was approaching, and he beat himself with a baton, smashing all the JSB boxes on the ground. A security guard even grabbed Huo Yu's clothes and pointed at her with angry eyes.

At this time, the other female students who came to buy JSB and some of the University of Amsterdam couldn't stand it anymore, and they also shouted and crowded up, angrily pushing away the smashing security guard, pointing at his nose and scolding with excitement.

The security guard was scolded, not only did not restrain himself, but also scolded back excitedly.

Although Huo Yu couldn't understand what these Dutchmen were scolding, she could see that there were actually many women here who were supporting her. For some reason, she suddenly remembered what Song Wenbin had said to her in Indonesia that night.

（...... I think you should learn from Sutina in this regard, don't look at her crying at every turn, but she's smart, have you ever seen her suffer when you go to so many countries? If you soften it once in a while, you might have a surprising effect..... ）

Song Wenbin's words in the void rang in her ears, she narrowed her eyes, rolled her eyes, retracted her fists, and then covered her face, modelling Sutina, and let out a jerky and contrived cry.

Good guy, this cry was like a spark igniting a dynamite storehouse, the women on the side exploded instantly, they screamed, someone protected Huo Yu, someone rushed up, and gave the two security guards who smashed the stall a fight on the spot. Even many men in the flea market on the side stood up and protected Huo Shina with great momentum, surrounding her like Tietong.

The university security guards who smashed the booth in anger were pushed and pushed to the ground by the crowd, covering their faces, their expressions no longer arrogant, replaced by deep fear.

"Is there any justice left!?"

"Is there any law left!?"

In the noisy and aggressive crowd, a thin middle-aged woman walked out, pointed to a few security guards, and said bitterly. ….

When the crowd saw her, they shouted, "Professor Bocarinti!"

The female professor hurriedly walked up to Huo Yu, who collapsed to the ground, held her back, and said, "Raise your head, don't cry!"

Where did Huo Yu dare to raise her head, there was not a single tear on her face. Hearing the people around her call her professor, she could only bury her head deeper and her shoulders twitched. She tried to cry, but she couldn't.

It's outrageous, obviously it's just a little softer......

It's just that Huo Yu's appearance fell in the eyes of the middle-aged female professor, but it made her heart gush with infinite tenderness and justice, and a sense of nobility that the heavens were about to descend on the Si people spontaneously.

A middle-aged woman with long hair said softly, "What you are doing protects our rights and interests, don't worry, as long as I am here, no one will bully you!"

After that, she stood up, looked at the people around her and said loudly, "I've really been bullied for too long, I didn't expect that in this era, men would dare to oppress women in such a grand manner!" We need a formal feminist movement to defend our rights!! A movement that really protects our ZGs!!"

.....

.....

On the other side, Song Wenbin took Wei Ning and walked aimlessly on the riverside road near the Amsterdam State Opera, which seemed quite quiet compared to the chaos that was fermenting and boiling in the city.

The city's rich heritage has given birth to a large number of artists, and when walking on the road, Song Wenbin can sometimes see artists playing the violin and playing elegantly, and occasionally he can also see painters sitting under street lamps painting, but these are not the people Song Wenbin is looking for.

After walking for a while, Song Wenbin and Wei Ning saw a homeless man smoking and drinking on the riverside, who was emaciated, disheveled, and looked decadent.

Just one glance, Song Wenbin continued to walk forward.

However, when the man saw Song Wenbin, he jumped up and shouted, "Please, please wait a minute."

Song Wenbin didn't know why, but he could see that the man was calling himself, so he stopped with Wei Ning.

The man smoked a cigarette, came up to him, took out a crumpled note from his bosom, and asked, "Excuse me, can I read a poem for you, soon, not long."

Wei Ning said, "Speak English."

The man immediately repeated it in English.

Song Wenbin nodded after listening to the translation and said, "Yes, read it, if it sounds good, I will tip you."

The man was overjoyed, took a deep puff of his cigarette, unfolded the note, and read it with emotion: "I

The heart longs for tranquility.

In that undulating vast grassland.

Get away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

and jingle money.

I'm tired of this restless life.

......

Song Wenbin listened to this person's affectionate recitation and Wei Ning's whispered translation with an expressionless face.

A poem is finished.

He asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Duncan. Mistral, sir."

After the poet finished chanting the poem, he looked at Song Wenbin and frustrated his hands, hoping to get his tip, which is the poet's way of survival in this era.

Song Wenbin was very generous and took out a large stack of dollars from his pocket.

The poet's eyes straightened, he didn't expect this unattractive fellow to be so rich.

The longing in the poet's eyes fell on Song Wenbin's eyes, but Song Wenbin slowly put down the dollar. He said, "That's right, friend, I'm a person who also likes to write poetry, but our style is different."

"Different styles?"

"Yes, my poems are quite postmodern." Song Wenbin said.

"Postmodern poetry?" The poet Duncan was puzzled.

"Yes, if you can recite it."

Song Wenbin raised the banknotes in his hand, and the money belongs to you.

After listening to Wei Ning's translation, the down-and-out poet Duncan's eyes immediately burst into dazzling brilliance: "Let me appreciate it!"

Song Wenbin didn't ink, so he immediately took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Wei Ning, who wiped the cold sweat on his head and asked the poet to borrow a pen, translated it into English and handed it to him.

Seeing the poem, this Dutch poet with a literary temperament stopped in Bengbu, only to see that the note was written.

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