Chapter 23 The Heavenly Net of Tibet

　　The first thing I did was to isolate myself, because I recalled all the process of getting to Medog and found that a few people around me played a big role in this matter.

　　I am a person who has no opinions and ideas. In my small shop career, I never thought about doing something proactively when I was not in business. On the one hand, it may be because I really don't like this business, on the other hand, it is related to my Personality matters. So when those little brats suggested that they want to go to Medog, I agreed casually, and I didn't think much about it at the time, because I was really tired and didn't want to go back to the coastal areas. The scenery here is quite impressive.

　　I can't remember exactly which brat brought it up for the first time. I decided to keep my distance from them, although these people are my good weights here, but if these weights have been bought, it will be like a ticking time bomb. I didn't go back to the temple that night, but wandered around in Medog and didn't find anyone following me.

　　But Medog is a very difficult place to get in and out, so that doesn't mean much. If they want to control me, they just need to arrange people at a few intersections. People like me are quite prominent here. Until it was dark, I checked into a guest house, found a room to lie down, and then called the waiter over and asked him to buy something for me.

　　The stuff includes rubber gloves, some clothes racks, a lot of rubber bands, four lighters, two of the best cigarettes you can buy in Modog, tape paper, chewing gum, instant noodles, and long iron nails. At night I tied the rubber bands together under the duvet, hid them on the belt, and put a half-pack of cigarettes under the seam of the bed in the guest house.

　　The next morning, I returned to the Lama Temple with my stuff, pretended nothing had happened, and went back to my room. As soon as I got in, I closed all the windows and doors, then pulled out my hair, rubbed the sticky substance on the tape, stuck one on each window seam, and made one out of clothes hangers and rubber bands. slingshot.

　　Judging from the office in the post office, those who designed me must be very clever, not some scumbags, so they will definitely use high-tech equipment to monitor me, maybe there is a pinhole device in this lama's room, They will see my actions. I'm going to test first how closely I'm being monitored and controlled.

　　When I walked out of the house, it was impossible for them to monitor the entire Lama Temple, I started walking around, and when I was sure that there was no one within a short distance, I began to observe the terrain and hid everything around me in many corners of the Lama Temple, including slingshots. Then I went back to my house and checked the hair on the window seam and found all the hair was there. No one came in through the window, but that didn't tell you anything for the time being.

　　I continued to read the notes written by the stuffy oil bottle, and I didn't go out until the evening to greet 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 smoke the best cigarettes in Medog, the one I bought yesterday. I looked at the group of Hong Kongers, looked at the porters, and knew that my first trap had worked.

　　In the streets of Medog, it is not easy to follow me, because if you are not a local, you will be very conspicuous, and the porters here like to smoke. I pretended to lose half a pack of cigarettes in the guest house and don't want them, if they are not very professional The team will definitely pick it up and draw. I sat quietly next to those Hong Kong people, and they didn't show any strangeness. They still chatted naturally. Here, people are in a natural state, so I just found their food to eat. Listen to what they are talking about.

　　Cantonese chat is hard to understand if you speak too fast, and I gave up quickly, but during this time, I nodded their heads and observed everyone for the first time. Immediately ashamed of my carelessness, I found that at least three of the group were absolutely in good hands, showed signs of professional training, and all the others looked very fit and healthy. Ordinary tour groups must have people who are in good health, and there are people who are especially stupid to experience life, and the physical fitness of these Hong Kong people looks too good and too average.

　　When I looked at the group of people again, I found that one of the three people I judged to be not bad was a woman. After she walked around, I found that she had a female curve, but her face was always wrapped in clothes. Not sure. I lit a cigarette and walked over to her. In a team, the most skilled person would not be too high, and I would not be too suspicious when I approached a girl. "Beauty." I walked up to her and smiled at her, "I have instant noodles here, you have eaten what you have here, do you want a bowl?" The girl raised her head and looked at me, looked at my hand Inside, he looked at my face again, and suddenly pulled my cigarette out of his mouth with his backhand, put it in his own mouth, and said to me, "You can save your face, this smoker smiled."

　　I After a moment of stunned, the man beside her laughed. I calmed down a bit and felt that I couldn't be shaken by this dismounting, so I said: "My name is Wu Xie, what's your name, beauty?" The girl looked at me and spit the smoke from her mouth to the ground: "I regret it, I shouldn't want the cigarette either, give it back to you. Get out of here." I've never been so embarrassed in my life, but I'm really not the hairy guy I used to be, and I would burrow into the ground in shame when I encounter this kind of thing. Go -- at this point, I just thought it was interesting.

　　After the girl finished smoking, she passed me by. I looked at the people watching the fun and shrugged, and they laughed even more. I asked one of them, "What's her name?" "I dare not tell you," he said, and everyone burst into laughter again. I laughed too, thinking that if you were really trying to plot against me, you wouldn't be able to laugh after a while. Picking up the cigarette from the ground and continuing to smoke, he left the group.

　　The purpose of doing so many actions before is very simple. This is also the method that I have discovered by myself in doing business in the past few years. Maybe it is only suitable for people like me, because only I have a lot of energy and can pay attention to so many details. . In the past, the third uncle used a centralized system for business, and managed the entire chain with his own prestige and system. I am definitely not suitable for this route, because it is difficult for me to persist for too long under particularly intense conditions. You can't see too much cruelty and toughness.

　　I like everyone to be well, earn what they deserve, and live peacefully. So my subordinates call me "Wu Xiaofo". This title originated from a mantra I had at the time, "Amitabha, put down the butcher knife and make money to become a Buddha". But just because I don't like conflict doesn't mean I'm not good at conflict. I have my own method. For example, I always talk to more than a dozen customers at a time and coordinate the direction of a dozen pieces of goods. We're still talking about it here, but we're starting to sell it over there.

　　Therefore, other people can't compete with me at all, because for them, they are faced with too much detail and information, and they don't know what I'm doing. Even if they can steal some of my business, others will be will miss. But all the details of orders and shipments I'm talking about are as clear as a web that I weave by myself.

　　If you're going to show your opponent anything, the best way to do it is to make a lot of moves at once. Suppose I think someone has set up a scheme to keep me here and lead me to this lama temple, then, this person must have a very important purpose, and they must be watching me. Then some of my dubious actions will surely interest them too, for example, I spent the night alone in a guest house after going down the mountain. For example, I put my hair on all the windows in the room, for example, I hid things in various places in the lama temple, for example, I suddenly made a slingshot, for example, I suddenly came to talk to a woman in their team .

　　All the behavior is very bizarre, and if they are all watching, then they will think I must be planning something. This kind of thinking is very tormenting, I used to fall into this vicious circle of thinking, they will definitely check where I have been, so I leave smoke in the guest house and the dustiest part of the temple got my stuff. In that kind of place, as long as someone checks it, it will definitely leave traces.

　　At the same time, the act of sticking the hair on the window can temporarily hinder their movement, at least they dare not easily enter my house. And it also reminded them that I seem to have known something that makes them have to be more careful. This strategy of mine is like constantly throwing nails all around me, as long as there are invisible monsters around me, they will definitely step on them. The most pitiful thing is that this monster can't turn against me yet, and now they can only watch from my side.

　　Now they're in a situation where I seem to know something, so they have to be very, very careful. However, I also do a lot of weird things, so they have to check every one of them. I went back to my room, and instead of reading, I turned off the light, shifted the bed in the dark, and tucked up to go to bed early. I have also spied on others before, and I know that the most annoying thing for the surveilling person is that it is fine all night, and the thing only starts at five or six in the morning. At that time, people are the sleepiest, the most tired, and the most prone to make mistakes. So I need to sleep well tonight.