Me who fears women travels with beautiful girls

Chapter 186 41, the mastermind behind the scenes

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

Indeed, if all the people who entered the file room were men, but if all the fingerprints he collected were women, it would be meaningless. His target group must be changed, and he must target potential male users in that university. OK.

But how can we make these highly educated men willingly buy a set.

Or.
What about handing over your fingerprints?
Song Wenbin was lost in thought.

Now, time is not on his side, he must end it quickly. Although emotion is the most explosive part of human beings, it is also the shortest thing. If he can't solve the problem in one go within the time when emotion works , then when the emotion subsides, it is impossible for him to regain the chance to enter that mysterious file room.

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

"Ah!? What can you do??" Huo Yu asked loudly.

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

On the streets of Amsterdam shrouded in darkness, Song Wenbin looked at a few discarded leaflets in the trash can, and sighed deeply. Unknowingly, he fell into this situation again. .

Back to the stronghold the producers in Chinatown gave them to find.

At this moment, the place has changed a lot.A printer-like machine was placed in the spacious guest room at the moment, and the machine was filled with purple light.Wearing a protective suit, Sutina was wearing glasses and was stirring the glassware with a glass rod in front of the machine. Inside the glassware was a viscous black colloid.

Song Wenbin was very curious when he saw Su Tina's work, so he couldn't help asking: "What is this?"

"Conductive silicone rubber." Su Tina replied in a low voice, and 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 reproduce 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. Sure enough, under the ultraviolet light, the fingerprints on the thin polyurethane were clearly visible.

Putting down the polyurethane, Su Tina chuckled and said, "I have to say that although your method is outrageous, Brother Song, it is really effective. Polyurethane is naturally highly elastic, and the oil on its surface can even replicate the bumps of fingerprints. Not only that , I went to that library to check it these two days, and found that their equipment has not been updated to the latest live fingerprint technology, and they still use the capacitive sensor a few years ago, which means that we have to get the correct If you have your fingerprints, you can enter that file room."

But Song Wenbin, who heard the good news, was not very happy. He smiled, a little bit reluctantly.

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

Song Wenbin nodded, and said, "Huo Yu has collected fingerprints, but they are all female fingerprints."

Su Tina was stunned.

"Now I want to find a way to get the male's fingerprints, so I wrote a copy, and I hope you can translate it."

After hearing that Song Wenbin had a solution, Su Tina breathed a sigh of relief: "Show me, I'll help you translate."

Song Wenbin showed Su Tina the list in his hand, Su Tina glanced at it, and then almost fainted.The words and sentences in this copy were very short, but at the same time they were extremely rough, and the roughness almost made her want to die of shame and anger.

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

"Aren't you going to translate for me?" Song Wenbin was surprised.

"The devil wants to translate for you!" Su Tina blushed and yelled angrily, "I don't learn foreign languages ​​for this, you bastard!!"

Song Wenbin was stunned for a moment. He turned his head and looked at Wei Ning, who was in charge of filming.Obviously, if the female translator quits, then the only option is to find a spare male translator.

Sensing Song Wenbin's gaze, Su Tina shouted angrily to the film crew: "You are not allowed to translate for him, isn't it embarrassing enough to go to Amsterdam to sell T!?"

But her angry yelling not only did not scare Wei Ning away, but instead aroused the interest of other colleagues in the film crew. They ran to Song Wenbin and looked at the paper in his hand curiously.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Su Tina screamed and was about to grab the paper from Song Wenbin's hand.

Song Wenbin quickly dragged the photographer out, and locked Su Tina inside the room.

Su Tina slammed the door in the house, she screamed: "You are really going to die! It's not enough to mess around in Seoul!! Do you have to do it in every big city in the world!! "

Song Wenbin ignored it, he leaned his back against the door, not letting Su Tina come out, and handed the note in his hand to Wei Ning, Wei Ning turned pale after reading it, and asked: "Ian, 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 enthusiasm of women in Amsterdam to buy T-shirts, Huo Yu's small trolley for sales was completely overturned, and now he fell on his back on the ground, and the wheels were still spinning.

After Huo Yu finished making the phone call, he stood there angrily in that shameful JSB box suit, cursing Song Wenbin with dirty mouth, "What are you doing, you know that you are going to engage in such crooked ways, and you will die sooner or later!"

After scolding for a while, she had nothing to do. Although the T-shirts were all bought by women, they were sold anyway. She picked up the trolley, called the warehouse staff to send another set, and planned to regroup and continue to collect. fingerprint.

However, at this moment, two or three security guards came out of the University of Amsterdam aggressively, and those security guards strode towards Huo Yu with batons.As soon as they met each other, she waved her baton without saying a word, and swept all the JSB on the floor of her booth.

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

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

"Not allowed to sell here!"

Several security guards cursed.

They jingled and pushed Huo Yu's cart down.

Huo Yu thought that she would not live near her place. In fact, the place where she is located is a free market in this area, which is also a flea market. It sells everything, including clothes, toys, flowers, and food. , Wait, wait, she didn't understand that it was wrong for her to open a stall here.

"Why can't I sell here!"

Huo Yu saw that the security guard pushed down her small trolley, and wanted to push the small trolley next to the film crew, so he immediately pulled the security guard angrily.

But the male security guard was even angrier than she had imagined. Not only did he push Huo Yu's cart, he even ripped off her boxy coat.

"Je moeder, blasphemy, you freak, love buttons!!"

Those security guards' English words were mixed with Dutch, and they could not speak clearly. They were obviously very emotional.And their behavior of smashing and smashing also attracted people from the flea market, and some passing students of the University of Amsterdam were attracted to them.

When Huo Yu saw those security guards showing their prestige here with their stature, two veins popped up in her forehead. She clenched her fists and slowly took a step forward.

The security guard didn't realize that the danger was approaching, so he held up his baton and beat all the JSB boxes on the ground.A security guard even grabbed Huo Yu's clothes, pointed at her and stared at her angrily.

At this time, other female students around who came to buy JSB and some University of Amsterdam couldn't stand it anymore. They also yelled and crowded up, angrily pushed away the security guard who was smashing, and pointed at his nose with an extremely excited expression. scolded.

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

Although Huo Yu couldn't understand what these Dutch people were scolding, she could tell that there were actually many women here supporting her.For some reason, she suddenly thought of what Song Wenbin said to her in Indonesia that night.

(.I think you should learn from Su Tina in this regard. Don’t look at her crying, but she is smart. Have you ever seen her suffer a loss after going to so many countries? If you are soft every now and then, maybe you will unexpected effect?)

Song Wenbin's words in the void rang in her ears. She squinted her eyes, rolled her eyes, closed her fists, covered her face, imitated Su Tina, and let out a jerky and artificial cry.

Good guy, this cry is like sparks igniting the explosives magazine. The women on the side exploded in an instant. They screamed. Someone protected Huo Yu, and someone rushed up, and gave the two security guards who smashed the booth a slap on the spot. Fight.Even many men in the flea market stood up and aggressively guarded Huo Tianna, surrounding her like Tietong.

The few university security guards who smashed the booth angrily were pushed and shoved to the ground by the crowd. They covered their faces, and their expressions were no longer the arrogance they had just before, but replaced by deep fear.

"Is there still justice!?"

"Is there any law left!?"

Among the noisy and aggressive crowd, a thin senior middle-aged woman came out, pointed at several security guards, and said heartbrokenly.

When everyone saw her, they shouted, "Professor Boccalinti!"

The female professor hurried up to Huo Yu who was lying on the ground, supported her by her back, and said, "Look up, don't cry!"

How could Huo Yu dare to look up, there was not a single tear on her face.Hearing people around her calling her a professor, she could only bury her head deeper and her shoulders twitched.She tried to cry, but couldn't cry.

It's too outrageous, obviously it's just a little soft.
It's just that Huo Yu's appearance fell into the eyes of the middle-aged female professor, but it made her feel infinite tenderness and sense of justice in her heart, and a sense of sublime that God will send a great responsibility to people arises spontaneously.

A long-haired middle-aged woman 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 all, she stood up, looked at the people around and said loudly: "I have been bullied for too long. I never thought that in this era, men would dare to oppress women in such a grand manner! We need a formal feminist movement Come to protect our rights!! A movement that truly protects our ZG!!"

On the other side, Song Wenbin and Wei Ning walked aimlessly on the riverside road near the Amsterdam National Opera House. Compared with the chaos that was fermenting and boiling in the city, this place seemed quite peaceful.

The rich heritage of this city has spawned a large number of artists. Walking on the road, Song Wenbin can see artists playing the violin gracefully from time to time, and occasionally painters sitting under street lamps and painting, but these are not Song Wenbin. The person Wen Bin wanted to find.

After walking for a while, Song Wenbin and Wei Ning saw a homeless man smoking and drinking by the river. The man was thin and disheveled, looking very decadent.

After just a glance, Song Wenbin continued to walk forward.

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

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

Smoking a cigarette, the man came to him, took out a crumpled note from his pocket, and asked, "Excuse me, can I read a poem for you, soon, it won't take 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 give you a tip."

The man was overjoyed, took a deep puff of cigarette, unfolded the note, and read it emotionally: "My heart longs for tranquility.

In the vast undulating grassland.

Get away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

and clinking money.

I am tired of this restless life.

Song Wenbin listened to the man's affectionate recitation and Wei Ning's translation in a low voice with a blank expression.

A poem is over.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"My name is Duncan Mistral, sir."

After the poet finishes reciting the poem, he looks at Song Wenbin and frustrates his hands, hoping to get his tip. This is the way of survival for poets in this era.

Song Wenbin generously took out a large stack of US dollars from his pocket.

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

The longing in the eyes of the poet fell into the eyes of Song Wenbin, but Song Wenbin slowly put down the dollar.Said: "Well, my friend, I am a person who likes to write poetry too, but our style is different."

"Different styles?"

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

"Postmodern poetry?" The poet Duncan was puzzled.

"Not bad, if you can recite it passionately."

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

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

Song Wenbin didn't have any ink marks, and immediately took out a note from his pocket and handed it to Wei Ning. Wei Ning wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked the poet to borrow a pen, translated it into English and handed it to him.

Seeing that poem, the Dutch poet with literary and artistic temperament suddenly stopped in Bengbu, only to see what was written on the note.

"BYT violates human rights!"

"Freedom for the men of Nasus!"

"Long live WTZC!"

(End of this chapter)