World Tibet Bureau

Chapter 606: A lot of losses

I asked: "How many exits are there near Jiuwan Hutong?"

Xiao Sunding replied: "About ten of them, all of them are bastards watching."

Xiaozhu frowned when he heard this: "Is Xiang Zixun so powerful?"

I shook my head: "These are not all his people. But people with Xiang Zixun's status, as long as they keep an eye on them hiding in Jiuwan Alley, they will contact the local gangsters nearby. In fact, all of these little bastards are Called by a local snake."

"They may even be people who live near Jiuwan Hutong. They usually don't have any serious jobs. They just keep an eye on them all day long and make some money to spend. If they catch someone, they will give them a big reward, so they work very hard."

Xiao Sunding replied: "That's right! To put it bluntly, these guys know all the people who live in Jiuwan Hutong. They don't even need to check which house has what guests today. The news will be spread instantly. . They all know what we two look like, so we have been trapped here these days and have not dared to go out."

I thought for a moment and said, "Without further ado, I'll take you out tonight!"

When Xiao Sunding heard this, his eyes widened: "Are you so confident? Don't let anything happen!"

I replied: "How can you deal with these stinky gangsters? If you insist on going out, I will lead you to beat them out! However, I want to play a trick on Xiang Zixun first, but you will have to suffer a little bit. .”

Yan Xiaoyue gritted her teeth and said, "I'm not afraid of being wronged! After we get out, I will deal with Xiang Zixun and Yan Xiaoguang together with you!"

I nodded.

Since then.

I told them my plan.

After hearing this, their eyes widened.

I said to Xiao Sunding: "There is a hollow public toilet in the northwest corner. Go and get some feces."

Xiao Sunding jumped away: "Damn it! Why didn't you ask Xiao Si to do this..."

I said nothing and stared at him.

Xiaozhu smiled and reached out to touch his head.

Xiao Sunding immediately got out of the way, the muscles on his face twitched, and he finally gritted his teeth: "Okay, okay! I'll go, you bully minors, do it!"

After speaking.

Xiao Sunding went away cursing.

an hour later.

I reorganized the four-wheel cart in the corner of the winery yard.

Still usable.

It was probably used specifically to deliver drinks to people.

Five more large wine jars that were in relatively good shape were moved, and Yan Xiaoyue and Xiao Sunding hid in two of the large wine jars and closed the lids.

Then the little bamboo shoots took the feces from the public toilet and poured some on the wine jar.

Stinks.

Disgusting to death.

Xiaozhu and I were all covered in dust on our faces and bodies.

The two began to push the four-wheeled cart towards the entrance of an alley.

In the past, there were specialized dung collectors in old Kyoto. They would walk the streets and alleys in the early morning to collect excrement. The excrement collectors would send the excrement to several specialized dung factories. This is a relatively unique alley culture in Kyoto.For example, the area behind Puren Hospital used to be the location of a excrement dump, which is now called the Extraction Factory (the homophone is actually the stinky excrement factory).

There is no high or low profession.

Back then, people in old Kyoto would not know how to live if they were away from the excrement workers for a day.

With the development of society, public toilets were basically renovated in Hutongs. In the mid-to-late 90s, the profession of removing feces had completely disappeared.

However, the public toilets built at that time were still hollow-type, with a row of squat pits inside and a large water tank on top of the corner. It flushed automatically from time to time to flush feces into the cesspool.

These gangsters basically know the people who live in Jiuwan Hutong.

Xiaozhu and I showed up rashly in the middle of the night, which would easily arouse suspicion.

Of course, we are not pretending to be excavators, because now we use sanitation trucks.

But I had already thought of my words.

Xiaozhu and I pushed the four-wheeler and creaked toward the entrance of the alley.

We haven’t reached the alley entrance yet.

I saw the lights on in the roadside shop and a few gangsters with colorful hair playing cards.

They obviously saw us too.

"Brother Song, these two guys are sneaky. They don't look like people from our alley. What are they doing in the middle of the night?"

"Fuck! What are they pushing? Why does it smell a little bit?" "Go over and ask them what they are here for!"

"..."

The two guys covered their mouths and noses, started to walk over, glanced at the four-wheeled cart a few times, and frowned at the same time.

One of them couldn't bear it anymore, so he ran to the side and held on to the telephone pole and vomited.

Another person lost his temper and asked: "Where did you come from?!"

I stopped the four-wheeler with a flattering smile on my face: "Brothers, we grow vegetables behind the Qingmiao Preserved Pork Market. The vegetables in the vegetable field are specially supplied to Emei Restaurant. They specifically require that natural fertilizer be used for planting. We can’t use chemical fertilizers, so I go to various alley public toilets at night to get some fertilizer. I thought it wouldn’t affect everyone so late, but I didn’t expect to disturb a few people. I’m sorry!”

After speaking.

I immediately took out the cigarette from my pocket.

Emei Restaurant is real.

A relatively famous century-old store in Kyoto.

Qingmiao Preserved Pork Market was made up by me.

But a Beijing movie is enough for me to confuse the real thing.

They certainly can't tell the truth from the lie.

The yellow man wanted to take the cigarette from my hand, but in a blink of an eye he saw the dung tank on the trolley and took a few steps back: "Go, go, go! Get out of here, it stinks!"

This means they don't even want to check.

I smiled and said, "Thank you, brother."

We pushed the four-wheeler outside.

"Wait a moment!"

A voice suddenly came from inside the shop.

I feel a little restless.

Using this method is just to trick Xiang Zixun and make him continue to waste manpower and material resources to keep an eye on him.

Because no matter how awesome he is, he can't go door to door and search, he can only rely on staring to find people.

It would be best to keep an eye on him for another two months.

Originally, if we wanted to go out, Xiaozhu and I would be able to defeat them with our skills.

But now they have to leave.

Why did something go wrong again?

"You talk so nicely, aren't you just here to steal the shit? This is the shit from Jiuwan Alley! Do it!"

A man with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and a Hardman cigarette case wandered over.

I:"……"

This guy looked at us up and down: "Let me tell you, you stole feces from our Jiuwan Alley and we saw you. How should we deal with this?"

I understood at once.

This guy wants to blackmail.

I replied: "Brother, this is not considered stealing. Aren't these all useless things?"

Hearing this, this guy's eyes bulged: "It's useless if you say it's useless?! Does Jiuwan Hutong have your last name or mine?!"

I pretended to be scared, pulled Xiaozhu behind, and asked in a trembling voice: "Then... let's go back?"

The guy said angrily: "Fuck you, uncle! Can the things that are thrown back be the same as before?! Not to mention anything else, the smell has been lost a lot along the way!"

God, the smell is so bad!
I asked: "Brother, what should you do...?"

This guy suddenly laughed: "Fuck! If you bought the dung directly, wouldn't it be considered stolen? Five tanks, one tank counts as a hundred!"

I:"……"

Xiaozhu immediately grabbed the corner of my clothes and pretended to be anxious: "Brother, we will lose money if we do this! How about we call the police..."

who knows.

As soon as this word comes out.

This guy was furious: "Call the police?!"

He quickly raised his foot and kicked the four-wheeled cart.

(End of this chapter)