Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 1040 1040. Chinese Week (26)

Before Zheng Chunhua finished speaking, someone called her name. The three of them turned their heads together. Only Wang Shunan didn't recognize the other person. He only heard the other two shouting in unison: "Good morning, Ms. Yulia."

Unlike the previous two days, the landlord was not accompanied by anyone and looked lonely. The expression on her face was originally dull, but after seeing Zheng Chunhua and the other two, a smile immediately appeared on her face. It seemed that her mood became cheerful in an instant, and in the blink of an eye she strode up to the three people.

Dong Qiangqiang had just had a brief chat with the landlord when he was reading the newspaper to him in the morning. He learned that the old man had a lot of feelings after participating in China Week and wanted to find someone to communicate with. However, due to his busy schedule recently and going out early and returning late every day, he had no time to discuss with the old man. So he suggested that if the landlord had free time every day, he could go to China Week to walk around and talk with the international students to kill time.

Among the three people, only the old lady Wang Shunan looked unfamiliar, so Dong Qiangqiang took the initiative to introduce Wang Shunan, and naturally praised her for her family of traditional Chinese medicine and her medical studies in Germany. Since coming to Trier, his experience in dealing with different Germans has increased day by day, and he has learned more and more that you must not be too realistic when dealing with people of this nationality. Appropriate bragging is not only harmless, but also can win the other party's favor.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't seen his old friend for a long time, or perhaps it was because Wang Shunan's difficulties triggered his empathy. Dong Qiangqiang's words were a little dense. In addition, he had just entered the world of flattery and was not yet familiar with the timing of praise and flattery. When he praised him to the end, even Wang Shunan himself felt embarrassed and took the initiative to interrupt him.

Although the landlord had a good impression of Dong Qiangqiang, she still had doubts about his exaggerations, but she did not confront him or question him directly. She just took the opportunity to observe Wang Shunan carefully during the chat. His rosy and round face was pleasing to the eye, and he spoke in a very methodical and unhurried manner. Although he had an accent, it was not offensive.

Faced with the landlord's sudden and sharp attacks, Wang Shunan not only responded with moderation, but also occasionally chose words very carefully. What made the landlord feel interesting was that she actually had experience working in a nursing home in Germany. The feeling she gave was indeed very different from Dong Qiangqiang's other friends. Therefore, although the landlord did not believe Dong Qiangqiang's nonsense, he did not dislike Wang Shunan.

The landlord wanted to chat more, but Wang Shunan had to prepare for a speech and could not stay long, so he had to leave Zheng Chunhua with the landlord.

When Dong Qiangqiang and Wang Shunan walked a few steps and looked back, they saw that the landlord had already pulled Zheng Chunhua's arm and was asking her all kinds of questions. Zheng Chunhua couldn't refuse him too harshly, so she could only pretend to be agreeable.

"I didn't expect you to be so popular with the elderly," Dong Qiangqiang admired in his heart, "The countess of Scarecrow Winery seemed to like you very much too."

"Maybe I stayed in the nursing home for too long," Wang Shunan said modestly, "I smell like old people."

When the two arrived at the lecture classroom, Ji Fengping had actually fixed the projector and was about to call him.

Ji Fengping briefly explained to Wang Shunan the usage of the equipment. Wang Shunan casually threw the backpack he was carrying on the table. Dong Qiangqiang heard a dull "bang" from the backpack. He walked forward curiously and picked it up. The inconspicuous backpack weighed at least 20 kilograms.

"Why are you carrying such heavy things?" he asked Wang Shunan who was taking things out of his schoolbag one by one.

"We all need to eat, so we have to bring them with us." Wang Shunan connected the laptop to the projector with a smile, and placed various printed paper materials and acupuncture tools on the desk one by one.

The time for the speech soon arrived.

Although the hall outside was crowded, only less than two-thirds of the lecture room was occupied. Dong Qiangqiang estimated that the small number of people was due to the weekend, but a closer look revealed that the proportion of foreigners in the audience was not low, with about half young and half old. I think today's theme is not very attractive to Chinese people. "Ladies and gentlemen, good morning. My name is Wang Shunan, I come from a county town under CD City, SC Province, China, and I am currently in the first semester of studying Chinese medicine at Kiel University in Germany. The title of my speech today is "Development Opportunities of Traditional Chinese Medicine in Modern German Society". First of all, I would like to ask everyone here a question, has any lady or gentleman ever heard of or come into contact with Chinese medicine in Germany?"

Although Dong Qiangqiang and others learned from the lessons of the first speech and specially arranged people to maintain order, the venue was still noisy. There were all kinds of people, some shouting, some looking for people, some talking loudly, and some walking into the wrong classroom. Although Wang Shunan turned up the volume of the microphone to the maximum, her voice was still drowned out by the noise, and no one paid any attention to Wang Shunan's questions.

Dong Qiangqiang had just experienced this scene not long ago. At this moment, he saw Zheng Chunhua leading the reporters down the stairs from the entrance. Thinking that he was somewhat responsible for the chaotic situation Wang Shunan was facing, Dong Qiangqiang took the initiative to walk onto the stage, picked up the spare microphone, and was about to help Wang Shunan maintain order. Wang Shunan saw his intention and stopped him with a smile: "It's okay, I'll do it myself."

Her confidence made Dong Qiangqiang both confused and curious, as if she had anticipated this chaos.

He chose to respect his friend, but did not step down. Instead, he stood behind Wang Shunan and secretly decided that if her method did not work, he would immediately use the "howling method".

Wang Shunan was already standing at the front center of the podium with the microphone in her hand. A row of headlights above her head was scorching her. Dong Qiangqiang knew what it felt like to be scorched. He felt both distressed and nervous. Fortunately, there was enough mineral water on the table this time, which was much better than the last time he had.

Wang Shunan tapped the microphone, which made a dull "bang bang" sound. She raised her voice and asked, "Before the formal speech, I would like to invite four people who are not afraid of pain, preferably ladies but also men, to come on stage to help me complete a small experiment. Please note that they must be people who are not afraid of pain. Those who are afraid of pain may not be suitable. Is anyone interested? I hope everyone can be more enthusiastic, especially those who have never been exposed to Chinese medicine but have serious doubts about its authenticity. Of course, first of all, they must be people who are not afraid of pain. I heard before that German women are braver than men. I don’t know if it’s true."

Dong Qiangqiang stood on the stage, and like Wang Shunan, he could see everything in the audience. He clearly saw that no one in the classroom paid attention to what Wang Shunan said, but after she finished the last sentence, sharp whistles were heard, someone slammed the table in the audience and made strange noises, someone pointed at her and cursed her loudly, someone kept shaking his head and smiling bitterly, and someone picked up his bag and left, as if Wang Shunan had said something outrageous.

He looked at Wang Shunan with some worry, but saw that she was not panicked at all. She just stood quietly at the front of the podium, as if waiting for something.

The fact was that she didn't have to wait too long. In less than a minute, five or six people had already jumped out of the audience. Except for a middle-aged man who walked up the steps next to the podium in a serious and honest manner, the others went up from the bottom of the podium. Some climbed up, some jumped up with a running start, and some climbed up.

Dong Qiangqiang initially thought that the people who came on stage were stooges arranged in advance by Wang Shunan. After looking carefully, he found that except for one black person, the rest were all young men with blond or brown hair. After coming on stage, they all shook their heads, with their hands either in their pockets or gesticulating up and down. They had evil looks on their faces and contempt and disdain in their eyes.

Judging from the age and behavior of these young people, Dong Qiangqiang guessed that they were not college students, but more likely high school or even junior high school students. He couldn't help but feel a little worried, and couldn't help but walk forward a few steps and stand closer to Wang Shunan, to guard against these people suddenly using violence against Wang Shunan.

Wang Shunan took out a needle from the toolbox, held it with two fingers, and stood in front of a tall and strong boy on the far left of the podium.

"Excuse me, sir, I want to know, are you afraid of needles? If this needle pierces your body, of course it won't penetrate, will you cry out because of the pain?"

After she asked, she put the microphone to the boy's mouth.

The boy rolled up his sleeves facing the audience, revealing his well-developed biceps, and sneered, "You can try your best."