Chapter 48 insider

A young man who runs a second-hand car business in the town came to my house to play at night, and talked about surfing the Internet on the computer.I immediately dialed up the Internet, searched for the supply and demand information of Santana's second-hand cars, printed them out and gave them to him, and it took about ten minutes.He looked at the pages, was amazed, and said this guy was amazing. He rode his motorcycle into the night and headed back to town.The next morning, my wife went to buy tofu, passed by an acquaintance's house, and was invited to have a cup of tea.Beside her was a strange old man guarding his bag and two bundles of tobacco leaves, apparently waiting for the shuttle bus.He was also drinking tea, and at some point he asked coldly, "Did you go online yesterday?"

My wife didn't understand at first. "Didn't your family access the Internet last night?" the old man asked again. "You mean..." My wife didn't expect that the other person was asking about the Internet. "Go online. Find a car online." Then she said in a panic: "Yes...is... right? I don't really know. How do you know?" The old man smiled and said that he heard what Carpenter Xiu said—this carpenter was from the other side of the mountain, and he drove the cattle by here just now. My wife doesn't know Show Carpenter.The more important question is: Who did Carpenter Xiu listen to?

Both my wife and I were amazed afterwards.From late last night to this morning, it was less than six or seven hours, and it was at night. How could a strange old man learn about going online so quickly?The young man who visited last night did not live in the same place as this old man by the side of the road, the carpenter He Xiu, or Zhang San or Li Si, whom we may not know about.They were scattered in the south of the mountain and the north of the mountain, at the head of the bridge and at the end of the dam.From one side of the mountain to the other side of the mountain, and from the other side of the mountain to this side of the mountain, what kind of information chain and information network do they form?If we are in the city, we often don't even know the names of our neighbors.On the contrary, in the scattered villages, it seems that any house has become a glass house, and everyone has become a glass person, so that everything is well known to the public.

Since then, I dare not neglect or underestimate any stranger in the village.I suspect that these old people, young people, and women are all important insiders.They must know what I said, what I did, what I wrote every day, and even some ulterior motives.They acted as eyeliners to each other, exchanged secrets, and pretended not to know me, but they just didn't want to tell the truth. They seem to have the ability to see every corner of the world through the sound of wind and birdsong.