Song Wenbin was stunned for a moment after receiving Huo Yu's call, and then he couldn't help but shudder. He looked at the peaceful and quiet Amsterdam streets around him and realized that his temporary strategy was still neglected.
Indeed, if all the people who entered that locker room were men, but if all the fingerprints he collected were women's fingerprints, it would be meaningless. His target group must change and he must target the potential male users in that university. Just fine.
But how can we make these highly educated men willing to buy condoms?
Or...
What about handing over fingerprints?
Song Wenbin fell into thinking.
Now, time is not on his side, and he must end it quickly. Although emotions are the most explosive part of human beings, they are also the shortest things. If he cannot solve the problem in one go within the time when emotions take effect. , then when the emotion subsides, he will never get the chance to enter that mysterious stall again.
"I understand." After thinking, Song Wenbin said seriously, "Leave it to me."
"Ah!? What can you do?" Huo Yu asked loudly over there.
"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 flyers in the trash can and let out a long sigh. Unconsciously, he actually fell into this situation again. It was really a fate. .
Back in Chinatown the producers gave them the stronghold they were looking for.
This place has changed a lot now. A machine similar to a printer was placed in the spacious guest room, and the machine was filled with purple light. Sutina, who was wearing protective clothing and wearing glasses, was holding a glass rod in front of the machine and stirring the glassware. Inside the glassware was a thick black colloid.
Song Wenbin was very curious when he saw Su Tina'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. They can identify the tiniest fingerprint ridges and replicate them in equal proportions. We can even copy the bumps and 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, "Brother Song, although your method is outrageous, it is really effective. The material polyurethane is naturally highly elastic, and the oil on its surface can replicate the ridges of fingerprints. Not only that. , I went to that library specifically to check in the past two days and found that their equipment has not been updated to the latest live fingerprint technology, and they still use capacitive sensors from a few years ago. This means that we have no choice but to obtain the correct fingerprint. If you have your fingerprints, you can enter that stall."
But Song Wenbin was not very happy when he heard the good news. 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 collected fingerprints, but they were all female fingerprints."…
Sutina was stunned.
"Now I want to find a way to get male fingerprints, so I wrote an article. I hope you can translate it."
Once she heard that Song Wenbin had a solution, Su Tina breathed a sigh of relief: "Show it to me and I will translate it for you."
Song Wenbin gave the list in his hand to Sutina. Sutina took a look at it and almost fainted. The words and sentences in this article were very short, but at the same time they were extremely rough. The roughness made her feel ashamed and angry to death.
She suddenly stuffed the copy of the article back into Song Wenbin's arms and said loudly: "You are going to die! You wrote such a thing! What are you going to do in Amsterdam!?"
"Won't you translate for me?" Song Wenbin was surprised.
"The devil wants to help you translate!" Sutina blushed and shouted angrily: "This is not why I learned foreign languages, you bastard!!"
Song Wenbin was stunned and turned his head.
He looked at Wei Ning, who was taking the photo. Obviously, if the female translator doesn't work, the only option is to find a backup male translator.
Sensing Song Wenbin's gaze, Sutina angrily shouted to the film crew: "You are not allowed to translate for him. Isn't it shameful enough to go to Amsterdam and sell T-shirts!?"
But her angry shouting not only failed to scare away Wei Ning, but also 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!!"
Sutina screamed and was about to snatch the paper from Song Wenbin's hand.
Song Wenbin quickly dragged the photographer out and locked Sutina in the room.
Sutina banged the door in the house and screamed: "You are really going to die! It's not enough to have sex in Seoul!! Do you have to do it in every big city in the world?" "
Song Wenbin ignored it. He leaned against the door to prevent Su Tina from coming out. He handed the note in his hand to Wei Ning. After reading it, Wei Ning turned pale and asked, "Yan, what are you going to do?" ..”
"I'm going to have a blast in Amsterdam."
Song Wenbin said.
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Outside the University of Amsterdam, because Amsterdam women were too enthusiastic about buying T-shirts, the trolley used by Huo Yu to sell was completely overturned. Now it fell to the ground with its legs in the air, and the wheels kept spinning.
Huo Yu finished the phone call and stood angrily in his shameful JSB box clothes, cursing Song Wenbin in an unclean manner, "What are you doing? You know that you will die sooner or later if you engage in such evil ways!"
After scolding for a while, she had nothing to do. Although the buyers were all women, they sold it anyway. She held up the cart and called the warehouse staff to send another cart set over, planning to regroup and continue collecting. fingerprint.
However, at this moment, two or three security guards walked out of the University of Amsterdam aggressively. The security guards strode towards Huo Yu with batons in hand. As soon as they met her, without saying a word, she waved her baton and swept all the JSB in her stall to the ground.
Not only did he sweep her stroller, he 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!?"...
"Don't sell it here!"
Several security guards cursed.
They jingled the bell and pushed Huo Yu's cart down.
Huo Yu thought to herself that she didn't have a stall owner living near her place. In fact, the place she was in was a free market and a flea market in this area. Everything was sold there, including clothes, toys, flowers, and food. , etc., etc., she didn’t understand what was wrong with opening the stall here.
"Why can't I sell it here?"
Huo Yu saw that the security guard pushed down her trolley, and then pushed the trolley next to the camera crew member next to her. He immediately grabbed the security guard angrily.
But the male security guard was angrier than she imagined. Not only did he push Huo Yu's cart, he even tore off her boxy box coat.
"Jeeder, blasphemy, you freak, love to dunk!!"
The security guards' English words were mixed with Dutch, their speech was unclear, and they were obviously very excited. Their random behavior also attracted people from the flea market, and some students from the University of Amsterdam who were passing by were attracted.
Huo Yu couldn't help but feel two blue veins popping up on her forehead when she saw the security guards showing off their majesty with their strength. She clenched her fists and took a step forward slowly.
The security guard did not realize that the danger was approaching, so he raised his baton and beat him randomly, trampling all the JSB boxes on the ground to pieces. One security guard even grabbed Huo Yu's clothes, pointed at her and glared angrily.
At this time, the other female students who came to buy JSB and some from the University of Amsterdam could not stand it any longer. They also crowded forward with curses, angrily pushed away the security guard who was smashing, and pointed at his nose with extremely excited expressions. Start cursing.
When the security guard was scolded, not only did he not restrain himself, he also scolded him back excitedly.
Although Huo Yu couldn't understand what these Dutch people were yelling at, she could tell that there were many women here supporting her. For some reason, she suddenly thought of what Song Wenbin said to her that night in Indonesia.
(...I think you should learn from Sutina in this regard. Don't cry whenever you see her, but she is smart. Have you ever seen her suffer in so many countries? If you can be soft sometimes, Maybe it will have unexpected effects...)
Song Wenbin's words in the void rang in her ears. She narrowed her eyes, rolled her eyes, put away her fists, then covered her face, imitating Sutina, and let out a raw and artificial cry.
Good guy, this cry was like a spark igniting a depot of explosives. 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 booth a slap on the spot. Forced fight. Even many men from the flea market stood up and defended Huo Shina aggressively, surrounding her like Tietong.
The few university security guards who smashed the stalls in anger were pushed by the crowd and fell to the ground. They covered their faces, and their expressions no longer looked as arrogant as before, but were replaced by deep fear.
"Is there any justice left!?"
"Is there any more law!?"
Among the noisy and aggressive crowd, a thin middle-aged woman walked out, pointed at several security guards, and said sadly. ….
When everyone saw her, they shouted, "Professor Bokarindi!"
The female professor hurriedly walked to Huo Yu who was collapsed on the ground, held her back and supported her, and said: "Lift your head, stop crying!"
Huo Yu didn't dare to raise her head, there wasn't a single tear on her face. When people around her called her professor, she could only bury her head deeper and her shoulders twitched. She tried hard to cry, but she couldn't.
It’s too outrageous, I’m just trying to soften it up a little bit…
However, Huo Yu's appearance in the eyes of the middle-aged female professor made her feel infinite tenderness and justice, and a noble feeling that God was about to entrust a great responsibility to this person arose 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 have been bullied for too long. I didn't expect that in this era, men would dare to oppress women so openly! We need a formal feminist movement Come and protect our rights and interests!! A movement that truly protects our ZG!!”
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On the other side, Song Wenbin and Wei Ning walked aimlessly on the riverside road near the Amsterdam National Opera House. Compared with the fermenting and boiling chaos in the city, this place seemed quite peaceful.
The rich heritage of this city has given birth to a large number of artists. When walking on the road, Song Wenbin can see artists playing elegantly on the violin from time to time. Occasionally, he can also see painters sitting and painting under the street lamps, but these are not Song artists. The person Wenbin wants 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, disheveled, and looked very decadent.
After just one glance, Song Wenbin continued to move 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 tell that the man was calling him, so he and Wei Ning stopped.
The man, smoking a cigarette, came to him, took out a crumpled piece of paper from his arms, and asked, "Excuse me, can I read a poem for you? It'll be quick. 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, "Okay, just read it. If it sounds good, I will give you a tip."
The man was overjoyed, took a deep breath of cigarette, unfolded the note, and read it with great emotion: "I
The heart longs for peace.
In that vast undulating grassland.
Get away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
and jingling money.
I'm tired of this restless life.
...
Song Wenbin listened expressionlessly to the man's affectionate recitation and Wei Ning's quiet translation.
One poem is finished.
He asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Duncan Mistral, sir."
After the poet finished reciting the poem, he looked at Song Wenbin and folded his hands, hoping to get his tip. This is the way for poets to survive in this era.
Song Wenbin generously took out a large stack of US dollars from his pocket.
The poet's eyes widened immediately. He didn't expect that this humble-looking guy was actually so rich.
The longing in the poet's eyes fell on Song Wenbin, but Song Wenbin slowly put down the dollar. Said: "It's like this, friend, I also like to write poetry, but our styles are different."
"Different style?"
"Yes, my poems are quite postmodern," Song Wenbin said.
"Postmodern poetry?" Poet Duncan wondered.
"Yes, if you can recite it."
Song Wenbin raised the banknotes in his hand, all this money belongs to you.
After listening to Weining's translation, the poor poet Duncan's eyes immediately burst out with dazzling light: "Let me appreciate it!"
Song Wenbin didn't know how to write ink, so he immediately took out the 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.
When he saw the poem, this Dutch poet with quite literary temperament stopped dead in his tracks and saw what was written on the note.
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