Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Dong Qiangqiang has learned a lot from Lei Lanting in the past two years, including lessons and experience. In fact, he had already thought about how to politely refuse the other party the night Liao Cheng opened his mouth. If he had not been in a hurry to go downstairs and talk things out with Lu Wei, he would have confronted Liao Cheng directly.

Seeing that Dong Qiangqiang didn't take the cigarette, Liao Cheng chuckled twice, threw the cigarette back into the cigarette box lightly, and waited patiently for Dong Qiangqiang to speak again.

At this moment, Tong Lele's fingers were fixed on the strings and the sound of the music stopped, but there was a thousand times more deep affection in her.

"I have no problem telling you how to open a stock account, trade stocks, and how to refund profit tax at the end of the year. I did say that night that it was okay to tell you all the details, but it was too late that day, and I got confused and forgot to say something. You also know that there is no free lunch in a capitalist country, and I paid to learn all these things you asked. I remember you said you were willing to pay to learn, and I want to know, how much can you pay?" As Dong Qiangqiang said this, his eyes drifted towards the high steps not far away. Du Lan had left the guzheng behind her at this time, and victory was in sight at the starting point. She was about to successfully complete her cheongsam debut.

Liao Cheng didn't expect Dong Qiangqiang to ask such a question, and asked it so directly and bluntly. He couldn't help but look embarrassed. The reason why he said that before was purely polite and polite. After all, he had the relationship with Lao Bai. Opening an account is so simple, it is very likely that Dong Qiangqiang will charge money for just one sentence? This kid is too obsessed with money, but he certainly didn't dare to say this evaluation in front of Dong Qiangqiang, so he could only criticize it in his heart. He rolled his eyes and felt that he could only answer questions with questions: "So how much did you spend on learning it?"

  Dong Qiangqiang had expected that he would ask back, so he smiled and stretched out two fingers to make an "eight" gesture. Liao Cheng took a breath and couldn't help but wonder: This kid is really bold to ask for it, is he crazy because of poverty?

Dong Qiangqiang has led many tour groups and interacted with all kinds of people. He knows that many so-called rich people will not blink an eye when they spend money on him, but it is difficult to ask him/her to spend money on his/her compatriots, such as giving tips every day. The reason why he asked for a high price is not because he believes that the other party is a sucker and is willing to spend this money to buy information, but because he wants the other party to give up because of his/her stinginess. In this way, not only will the other party not bother him with such things again, but also will not publicize this matter everywhere and cause unnecessary trouble for himself. At most, he will say to everyone: Dong Qiangqiang is a money-grubber. But so what? Dong Qiangqiang will not lose a piece of meat because of this.

"Look, Dong Qiangqiang, we actually had a very pleasant trip last time. You took us out to play and bought us motorcycles. We were very grateful and happy for all that, so we happily paid the daily tips and the travel expenses for the second half of the trip. You know all this. Now we are learning motorcycles from Lao Bai and our relationship is very harmonious. By the way, we also actively cooperated with you to donate money for China Week," Liao Cheng licked his dry lips and said carefully, "I heard from Lao Bai that the process of opening an account and trading is complicated and simple at the same time. Since we are all friends and have the fate to meet in this small place, we should cherish this fate, don't you think?"

Looking at Liao Cheng's sincere eyes and his bargaining without mentioning money, Dong Qiangqiang suddenly remembered Stephen Chow's line: No money? Why didn't you say so earlier? Why are you so close to me when you don't have money?

"You're right. We're all friends. I also think the price is too high." Dong Qiangqiang has become more and more proficient in the art of rejection after rejecting many people. He first affirms the other party's point of view and then rejects it. "Then you can ask other people or institutions later. It may be cheaper to go directly to them."

As the two were talking, the sound of the guzheng suddenly dropped. Dong Qiangqiang subconsciously looked up and saw that Tong Lele was not affected at all and was still playing with great concentration. Ji Fengping and others had run to the sound system behind her and started checking something.

Seeing this, Dong Qiangqiang pretended to walk back to the guzheng. Anyway, he had made his point clear: since you think it's too expensive, then go ask someone else. I'm not begging you to tell me.

Liao Cheng hesitated for a few seconds, his mind racing: less than a thousand is indeed much more expensive than he expected, but thinking from another angle, he could first learn how to open an account and trade from Dong Qiangqiang, and then sell what he learned to the group of young men who were walking close to him at a price of 100 or even 200 euros. In this way, he would not only not suffer a loss, but might even make some money. Besides, his goal was not only to open an account, but also to find out from Dong Qiangqiang that the stock that Lao Bai said could make money. Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and shouted to the back of Dong Qiangqiang who had already walked away: "Okay, 800 is 800."

"Think about it carefully," Dong Qiangqiang stopped. He couldn't guess what Liao Cheng was thinking. He just felt that the other party was more straightforward than he thought. This was somewhat beyond his expectations. He thought that the other party would continue to bargain. "Don't be so anxious."

Having figured out how to make money, Liao Cheng smiled with a worldly smile. He pretended to be generous and waved his hand: "Don't think about it. Lao Bai said he trusts you, so I trust you too. Just do as you say. How should I give you (money)? Transfer or?"

Dong Qiangqiang ignored the compliment from the other party and waved his hand: "Cash is fine. I'll send you a list in the afternoon. Tomorrow you bring your ID and computer to the university according to the requirements on the list. I'll teach you in the library." After that, he turned around and continued to walk towards Tong Lele.

"What's the exact time?" Liao Cheng asked behind him in a hoarse voice. "Wait for my call."

The sound amplification function of the speakers seemed to be broken, and Ji Fengping and others seemed a little at a loss. Tong Lele was still immersed in the performance, and her mood and skills were not affected at all by the sudden sound shutdown. Du Lan had already disappeared on the top of the high steps.

In just a short while, a large cluster of yellowish white explosion clouds appeared in the clear sky. The sun saw the clouds like a kitten seeing a colorful ball of thread for the first time, and it was busy moving in and out of the clouds. The faces of every audience member also became bright and dark.

The good news is that although the weather turned from sunny to cloudy in the last two rounds, it stopped raining and the models performed more stably and better than in the first two rounds. Especially when facing the cameras of TV stations and newspapers, the girls held their heads high and showed the spirit of Chinese women. With the psychological advantage brought by the successful start in the first two rounds and the guidance and help of the models who had finished first, the models in the last two rounds all performed above their levels.

From the audience to the working group, the girls were generally more excited than the boys. Zheng Chunhua, Fang Shuang, Gu Xin and others had their voices hoarse and in the end could only clap their hands desperately to express their emotions, completely ignoring the fact that their palms had already turned red.

The only flaw in the entire performance was that the speakers did not make any sound until the fourth round of models walked out, which seemed to be a serious problem.

There was no model on the high steps, only Tong Lele was still playing. Just when Dong Qiangqiang thought that he could declare the performance a success after Tong Lele finished playing, all the models who had walked the show from the first to the fourth round walked out from the top of the high steps one by one. After they stood still, they divided into several rows and walked down from the top hand in hand.

The audience responded with warm applause to the melodious sound of the zither.

All the models stood beside the guzheng, and just as Zheng Chunhua was about to announce the end of the performance, there was an uproar among the audience, and then a strange cry of "Huha" came from the top of the high steps.

Everyone turned around and saw a tall man wearing a khaki trench coat and sunglasses, standing at the top of the high steps with one hand pointing to the sky and the other hand on his waist, making a pose asking the sky.

The audience thought this was still part of the cheongsam show and watched it with great interest. Some took photos, some talked about it. The models had rehearsed it many times and did not know there was this segment. Everyone was whispering and someone directly asked Zheng Chunhua if this was an easter egg arranged by the preparation team.

Zheng Chunhua was also confused. She knew that this man's performance art had nothing to do with the cheongsam show. She was about to end the performance before going forward to inquire, when she saw the man suddenly turn his body toward the audience, put his hands in front of him, and then suddenly pull them apart.

Winter light suddenly leaks out. (End of this chapter)