Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

For fear of disturbing others' discussion, Dong Qiangqiang stood up and walked away a few meters.

"She rejected you?" Dong Qiangqiang really didn't want Lei Lanting to live here again, but he still had to be polite. "But I saw you guys were having a good chat in the lobby this afternoon. Did she tell you the reason?"

"She said that if I move in again, there will be too many Chinese people. I guess Walter may have done something that made her unhappy, so she doesn't want to rent to the Chinese in the short term. Hey, do you know what Walter did?"

Dong Qiangqiang recalled that Lao Bai was drunk and talked to the landlord in broad daylight, which made the landlord unhappy, and he sighed in his heart. He didn't expect that Lao Bai could "save" him once by being drunk.

"I don't know. Why do you think it's Walter's fault? Did the landlord tell you that?"

"It must be Old Bai. If you made the landlord unhappy, how could he live there?" Lei Lanting analyzed. "Well, I called you just to ask you to help me persuade the landlord."

"Me? To persuade the landlord?" Dong Qiangqiang thought he had misheard. "What are you talking about? Are you drunk too?"

  After Dong Qiangqiang finished speaking, he remembered a question: Why did I say "also"?

"What kind of wine should I drink?" Lei Lanting was stunned by Dong Qiangqiang's question. "Lao Bai mentioned to me before that you have a very good relationship with the landlord. This China Week, she came because you invited her. Doesn't this mean you have a good relationship?"

Dong Qiangqiang was speechless.

"Anyway, I'll leave this matter to you, buddy. I'm waiting for your good news." After saying that, Lei Lanting quickly hung up the phone without waiting for Dong Qiangqiang to say anything else.

Dong Qiangqiang knew that the landlord's decision would rarely change, so Dong Qiangqiang never thought of helping Lei Lanting persuade the landlord again, but Lei Lanting's words "good news" reminded him of the furniture dealer's request before, so he hurriedly called Huaqiao to explain that the goods had been shipped from the domestic factory and the contract had been sent out simultaneously, but SARS had affected cross-border logistics, and the port had temporarily notified to suspend shipments, and asked Huaqiao to be patient and stay patient. The furniture dealer said that the price could be negotiated. After hearing this, Huaqiao said that he was also paying attention to SARS in China every day, and he understood the furniture dealer's mood at this time very well. He also asked Dong Qiangqiang to tell the furniture dealer that everyone was Chinese and would share the same difficulties, and he would not terminate the contract because of this, and he just needed to notify him when the port could ship.

The buyer and seller are both loyal and righteous. Dong Qiangqiang was so moved that tears almost came down. He couldn't help but sigh that both parties were lovely and respectable Chinese.

When he returned to the table, everyone was looking through the messages in the guestbook.

"Did you see any useful suggestions over there?" Zheng Chunhua asked as she flipped through the notebook in her hand.

"All the compliments here are standard. I haven't seen a single criticism." Ji Fengping replied without looking up as he flipped through the notebook in his hand, "'The photos and text go well together. Thank you for your introduction. It allowed me to see a China that is different from what is shown on TV.' The signature is 'A German student.'"

Dong Qiangqiang was a little confused and asked Fang Shuang: "Why are there so many guestbooks?"

"Chunhua suggested to prepare a few more to prevent the loss of the only guestbook," Fang Shuang counted on his fingers, "so we prepared one for the speech, one for each of the two theme display boards, and one for other things like blessings and sponsors."

"Hey, listen to me," Zhao Ke raised the notebook in his hand as if he had discovered a new continent, cleared his throat, and said in a serious tone in a broadcasting voice, "'I have to say, after looking at all the photos of the two themes, what shocked me was not the harm SARS brought to the Chinese people, but the courage of the Chinese people in facing the disaster. I am very sure that as long as they have this courage, the Chinese people will not be overwhelmed by any difficulties. I wish China to defeat SARS as soon as possible. In addition, I was also surprised by the modern cities in China. I feel that they are not inferior to German cities such as Frankfurt, Stuttgart and Munich. Shanghai even makes me feel more prosperous than any city in Germany. If possible, I hope to have the opportunity to go to Shanghai this summer vacation to see it with my own eyes.'" Zhao Ke immediately added a sentence after reading the comments, "But I have another one here, saying 'What you showed us is fake'. Both of these are in German, so I can only laugh..."

"Your messages are still the most interesting," Gu Xin weakly waved the notebook in her hand, "'Chinese food makes me linger, I hope SARS will pass as soon as possible so that I can go to China with my friends to eat all the delicious food. BTW: I hope Wanfu Restaurant can open in Trier as soon as possible, I can't wait even a minute.' I always hear similar words here."

“Haha, the only thing that cannot be missed is delicious food.” Ji Fengping said with a smile.

"I have another one," Zhao Ke continued, "'Today's speech was very successful. It also made me understand a truth. Stupid people are everywhere. We can't wake up those who pretend to be asleep. We can only do our best. I hope people can defeat SARS as soon as possible and return to normal life.' Signed 'Forever glorious and proud Chinese'."

"I feel very strongly about this sentence," Zheng Chunhua shook her notebook, "'There is a voice called telling the truth, and there is a color called red.'"

Gu Xin searched the message book carefully for a long time and finally found a noteworthy one. She hurriedly read it out: "'There are so many noteworthy things today. Thank you to the students of China Week for giving me surprises and touching moments. I wish the event will get better and better. A small question: Is our donation box unattended? If I put the money directly in, it won't be lost, right? You still have to send someone to watch it.'" After reading it, Gu Xin asked, "Isn't Fang Shuang in charge of the donation box? Why is it unattended?"

"Maybe Fang Shuang and I were busy with other things when she donated," Zheng Chunhua explained for Fang Shuang, "Wanfu and the display board area need help from time to time, and Fang Shuang really doesn't have time to stare at the box all the time." "My criticisms are similar to what Zhao Kenian said just now, nothing new." Ji Fengping said with disdain, "Some Germans are really suspicious and always think we are deceiving them."

"I must admit that at first I was a little reluctant when Lao Ji asked me to come here to do these things, because I had no money," Zhao Ke said this without any embarrassment on his face. "But now I feel proud and feel that my efforts have not been in vain. The experience and touch that this China Week has brought me are unprecedented. I have to thank you all." After saying this, Zhao Ke stood up and stepped back a few steps, bowing deeply to the other people present.

"Although Old Zhao often speaks incoherently, this sentence really touched my heart." Ji Fengping imitated Zhao Ke and did the same thing: he stood up, stepped back, and bowed. "Thank you, everyone."

"Hey, that's not right, how can I be called Lao Zhao? I'm one year younger than you." Zhao Ke said unhappily, "Also, what do you mean by 'Lao Zhao often talks incoherently'? Can you tell me which part of mine is incoherent?"

"Old Zhao is right." Fang Shuang deliberately imitated Ji Fengping's tone, "I think he basically matches the front and back, but sometimes he doesn't. I can't say it's often."

"Hey, which side are you on?" Zhao Ke asked Fang Shuang in pretended displeasure.

"If you ask me, Zhao Ke, the people you should thank the most are Zheng Chunhua and Dong Qiangqiang, otherwise you really wouldn't have found such a good experience." Gu Xin said sincerely, "Before, I told my friends from other universities that we were going to hold China Week at our own expense, but they didn't believe it and were not optimistic. Before the meeting, I sent them the photos I took during the day, and they were extremely envious."

"I agree with Gu Xin's opinion. I've been thinking this since Dong Qiangqiang arrived at the speech venue so quickly today," Fang Shuang said. "I think he and Zheng Chunhua each deserve half the credit for the success of the speech."

"It's amazing that you took responsibility at the critical moment." Ji Fengping praised from the bottom of his heart, "I think it's amazing that I can't do it."

"My speeches were all written and revised by Dong Qiangqiang," Zheng Chunhua said modestly.

"He was also the one who invited Wanfu." Gu Xin said.

“He also brought in all the sponsorship.” Ji Fengping deliberately emphasized the word “all”.

"Dong Qiangqiang and I proofread the two theme exhibition boards together, and he also made many valuable suggestions," Fang Shuang continued.

"Don't forget that he and his friends also contributed the bulk of the donations," Zheng Chunhua reminded, "so all the credit belongs to him. I can't take credit for others' work."

"I really didn't do anything," Dong Qiangqiang waved his hands hastily, "Please stop praising me. I just hope to do my best to make this happen."

"Boss, I would say you are just being falsely polite. Everything else about you is fine, but I really don't appreciate that. A real man should just do what he has done. What's wrong with openly acknowledging and accepting everyone's praise?" Zhao Ke shook his head and criticized, "What's that saying? Excessive modesty is hypocrisy."

"Excessive modesty is pride, okay?" Ji Fengping couldn't help but correct him, "It's terrible to be uneducated."

"Same meaning." Zhao Ke insisted nonchalantly.

"Dong Qiangqiang..." Zheng Chunhua suddenly shouted.

"It really wasn't me." Dong Qiangqiang declined subconsciously.

"Your phone is ringing again." (End of this chapter)