You certainly know your postman or woman. A truly reliable, friendly and mostly cheerful person. Even though fewer and fewer letters are being written, they still put plenty of mail in your mailbox: bank statements, offers from your furniture dealer, letters from Aunt Otti, postcards from relatives and travelers from all over the world, bills from Billag and Swisscom. One day your postman, let's call him Emil, thinks: I really need a bit more money to live on. He thinks of a new uae rcs data business model. He reads his customers' cards, opens their letters and reads them too (but closes them properly again), looks at who the sender of your mail is. And in this way he gets a good picture of everyone. Because he finds out: you currently owe the bank 5,000 francs; you like to buy tailor-made men's shirts in size 46 (he sees this from the bills); you want to go to Mallorca to see Aunt Otti.
Emil, the good postman, does the following: He goes to a travel agency friend and gives the tip: Bruno Meier wants a trip to Mallorca. If he books it with you, give me half the commission. And he goes to the loan shark GD-Bank and gives the tip to offer Meier a debt restructuring. If he agrees, Emil gets a commission. And then quickly to a tailor friend who makes the best shirts and is happy to give Emil a small fee if he gets an order. Great.
Emil isn't actually doing anything wrong, in fact he's even helping Bruno Meier to make his life easier. Wait! What is he saying? After all, there is a postal and telecommunications secrecy law.