William just got up from bed and found a pair of socks that didn''t smell too heavy among a pile of smelling socks and put them on his feet. The hard socks made of sweat and fallen dead skin stabbed his feet, but he didn''t care much, because he would just wear them for a while. He casually put on a fairly clean dress, spit in the palm of his hand, and pressed back his hair messed up because of sleep. Only then did he make a cool expression in the mirror, and then pushed the door away. He spends almost all his time in the bar next door. This is his life and his work.


    When entering the bar, it was still noon. There were no guests. The woman who was often so hot that she wanted to take off her clothes squatted on the stage, holding a bowl of boxed lunch in her hand, looked up at him and focused on her lunch. The bartender was very friendly, greeted him and sat on the edge of the bar, and gave him a glass of fruit wine worth 20 cents for free.


    William is a regular here, and this is where he works. He collects some information here and occasionally goes to other places. Some intelligence has little value and may not be used for a long time, but as long as someone needs one intelligence, he can earn enough money to support his life. Recently, he made a big deal and has squandered almost ten yuan in the bar, which satisfied the bartender and the boss.


    In addition to the cheap women who are often hot enough to take off their clothes, such a small bar has little profit point for consumption. Ten yuan can''t be regarded as small money.


    "Isn''t there a new man?" William pointed to the lady eating on the stage with his glass. "Why is she still here?"


    The bar, with its head down and wiping its glass, replied, "it won''t arrive until tomorrow. I''ve been in a string today. I can''t leave."


    In such a simple and low-grade small bar, the hot and undressed women are actually foreign. Some people are specially responsible for the business of this area. These people hold about 20 women who are easy to sweat, and ask them to change their work place every once in a while, so as to stimulate the guests of the bar to spend constantly due to freshness. Twenty percent of these expenses are drawn from the bar as a place. One deal is made to the security personnel in the bar and four deals are made to the managers above them. They can only get thirty percent. Of course, even if it is only 30%, it is not a small income.


    William asked the girl the bartender had told him that she was only trained. She was only a little over 20 years old. This was her second place of work, which made the business of the bar much better recently. A large group of old men came to have a drink every day in order to know whether the new dancers were coming.


    William tilted his mouth and shrugged his shoulders. He took a sip of fruit wine with obvious astringent taste, lay on the bar and whispered, "is there any good news recently? Share it!"


    The bar stopped working, looked at the sparse guests around, and slapped, "I have a message worth at least five yuan, if you want!"


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


    In fact, intelligence is also a kind of commodity without entity. Since it is a commodity, it will circulate naturally. Like other entity commodities, it will depreciate continuously with the number of circulation. And intelligence has a very bad place, that is, it has the ability of replication, diffusion and timeliness. For the intelligence traffickers without customers, the price of five dollars is too high, but for William, it''s not a problem at all.


    Once he changes hands, his income can at least double several times.


    When he heard the news from the bartender, he was stunned. He soon realized that the sales volume of the news was limited, but he was sure to sell at a high price. He took out a wrinkled five yuan note and stuffed it into the bartender''s hand to complete the transaction.


    With the passage of time, the sky gradually darkened, and the atmosphere in the bar became more lively. William kept walking among the crowd with his glass, collecting some information without money and selling his own information. In only two hours, he sold four copies of the five yuan intelligence at the price of two yuan. He not only made money, but also made a lot of income. Everyone has their customers and contacts. He is selling information, and the bartender is also selling information. The same as every night before, nothing unpleasant has happened.


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


    Durin and duffer ordered two glasses of wine worth 75 cents. This kind of wine is actually high alcohol mixed with low alcohol wine, and then sold. This is also a way for the small bar to solve the source of high alcohol. After karul further raised the selling price of private wine through quota distribution, many small bars with weak strength are implementing this method, and some small bars simply add water directly.


    "I want to know who William is!" duffer took out two one dollar bills, put them on the bar and pushed them over. This message is worth two yuan at most. It can''t be more. Of course, this is also to avoid startling the snake. Any intelligence trafficker will set up some escape props in his place of activity. In order to be safe, dufo must act according to the rules of the game.


    Without any concealment, the bartender raised his chin to William, who sat on the periphery of the stage and threw coins into it. "See that gray haired guy?" he smiled and continued his work.


    As soon as durin looked away, he saw the guy the bartender said.


    The two got up with their wine glasses and walked over. When they had stood behind William, William felt someone behind him. He threw out all the coins in his hand in exchange for the woman''s flattery. Then he stood up and turned around, revealing a businessman''s hypocritical smile. "You two look very strange, but it doesn''t matter. No matter what kind of information you want, I can get it. It''s just the price. Have you figured out what information you need?"


    Durin nodded and took out two ten dollar bills. William''s eyes brightened and took the initiative to invite them to leave from the back door of the bar. The three stood in a quiet and smelly alley.


    He looked around and said when he was sure there was no one else in the alley: "I don''t know what information you two need. It''s not my exaggeration. Only my intelligence around here is up-to-date."