Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 163 163. Admirers

"You can't just run downstairs to my company to find me." Zhang Yingfei couldn't help complaining, "It's too dangerous."

"Why is it dangerous?" Fujino picked up a piece of sushi with chopsticks, gently put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly.

"Because..." Zhang Yingfei blushed, "others... will see it."

"The others you are talking about..." Fujino picked up the wine glass, and at the same time motioned for Zhang Yingfei to also pick up the wine glass, "Are you referring to Zhang Yingfang?"

"And the old man," Zhang Yingfei reluctantly raised his wine glass, and said submissively, "It's noon now, if I go back to the company and someone smells of alcohol...it's not good..."

Fujino didn't seem to hear what he said, or pretended not to hear, he drank the wine in the glass, and then stared aggressively at Zhang Yingfei.

Zhang Yingfei made him stare uncomfortably, finally took a sip, and immediately put the wine glass back on the table.

"I like the city of Frankfurt very much, where everyone can taste their own hometown food," Fujino said while picking up another tempura and putting it on Zhang Yingfei's food plate, "I can eat Japanese food, And you can also eat Fujian cuisine and Cantonese cuisine.”

Zhang Yingfei didn't know why he suddenly started talking about food for no reason, and lowered his head to sneak a look at his watch.

"But a foreign land is a foreign land after all, and it must not be the same as the hometown, right?" Fujino seemed to have something to say.

Zhang Yingfei didn't understand the other party's subtext, so he hesitated and said, "Mr. Fujino, what do you mean?"

"How are you preparing for the change of the company's major shareholder?" Fujino lowered his voice and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Zhang Yingfei's Adam's apple rolled, and he hurriedly replied: "Well, the exhibition just ended, there are still a few negotiations, I haven't had time yet..."

"Are you afraid of something?" Fujino interrupted him sharply.

"Afraid? Oh no, I'm just too busy recently..." Although the temperature in the restaurant is pleasant and not hot at all, Zhang Yingfei is still sweating profusely, "I think what you said last time should be considered in the long run."

"Are you worried about Zhang Yingfang or Zhang Quanfu?" Fujino's face suddenly became grim, "Or are you worried about me?"

"I..." Zhang Yingfei didn't expect the other party to be so straightforward. He wanted to use other words to cover up his panic and embarrassment, but his throat seemed to be blocked by a cloth, and he couldn't make any sound.

*
A big class had just ended, and when Tong Lele was putting her books in her bag, a hearty male voice sounded behind her: "Shall we go have lunch together?"

Tong Lele knew without looking back that the person who spoke was the suitor from Austria, she quickly turned her head and politely refused: "I'm sorry, I have an appointment today."

"Ok, ok." The Austrian asked persistently, "How about tomorrow's lunch? It just so happens that today's lunch is not very to my liking."

"Well, tomorrow?" Tong Lele got a headache, rejecting others has always been her worst thing, "Tomorrow I have to work part-time, so I won't eat at school at noon."

"How about the day after tomorrow?" the Austrian asked with a smile on his face. "The day after tomorrow is Children's Day. We can have a happy children's meal."

Tong Lele suddenly realized: "My class is continuous on Friday, and I will bring lunch at noon."

Facing the continuous rejections, the Austrian obviously came prepared: "What about Saturday? I know there will be a grand garden party in the square in the city center on Saturday. I heard it is very fun and there are many delicacies."

It seems that a big move must be made to completely cut off the Austrian's thoughts. Tong Lele showed a regretful expression: "Sorry, I will attend the garden party in the city center with my boyfriend on Saturday."

"Boyfriend?" the Austrian asked strangely, "but why have you never heard of it?"

"Eastern people are not as ostentatious as Westerners. We don't like to talk about ourselves everywhere..." Tong Lele deliberately paused, "Privacy."

"Tong, I want to meet your boyfriend, can I?" The Austrian was full of doubts and said unwillingly, "I want to see what kind of man can win your favor."

Tong Lele was completely dizzy, and quickly refused: "He is not from the Conservatory of Music, he is usually very busy studying."

"Tong," the Austrian smiled and shook his head, "I think you're lying to me because you don't have a boyfriend at all, and you just don't want to accept my pursuit."

Tong Lele was taken in by what he said, blushed, and defended: "I didn't lie to you, I really have a boyfriend."

"The garden tour on Saturday will let me meet him, if there is such a man." The Austrian smiled slyly.

Looking at the back of the Austrian, Tong Lele felt his head was getting bigger.

*
"These are two different things." The fat man shook his head and said, "The police record is not equal to the hospital certificate. According to the company's regulations, if you have received compensation, you must issue a hospital certificate." He raised his eyebrows, stretched out a fat hand, and shouted One voice, "Bring it."

Seeing the other party's attitude, Yu Jianghai couldn't help feeling angry from his heart, couldn't hold back for a while, and said directly: "I was too tired yesterday, so I didn't go to the hospital. I'll go to the hospital later and make a copy for you."

"Make up for it?" The fat man rolled his eyes and sneered, "If the certificate says 'injured', how do I know if the injury was caused by you falling today or yesterday? If you were injured yesterday, you must go to the hospital yesterday." Check the report, even if it’s less than a day.”

Yu Jianghai's chest heaved with anger, and he said in a low voice, "No one from yesterday."

"Then pay back the money quickly." The fat man glared at Yu Jianghai fiercely, and waved his hands, "Don't force me to call the police."

"Aren't you afraid that I will go to the media?"

"It's up to you. But I want to remind you that it is illegal to take compensation from the company and not pay back the money without a hospital certificate." The fat man threatened, "If you go to the media, your part-time job contract will definitely be voided." .”

Yu Jianghai didn't speak, turned around and opened the lock of his locker, took out 360 marks from it, and threw it hard on the bench beside him.

The fat man glanced at him, picked up the banknotes from the bench, counted them carefully, turned and left the changing room.

Yu Jianghai gulped down most of the water in the bottle, and just as he put the bottle down, someone behind him screamed, "Did you bring any money today?"

*
Dong Qiangqiang and Lei Lanting set off from the place where they put the bait for the first time, followed the hoof prints on the ground, and searched in the forest for nearly four to ten minutes, but they still found nothing.

The exhausted two leaned against a tree to rest.

"We've been walking for so long, and we haven't even seen a pig hair. It should have run away long ago, or gone to sleep somewhere." Lei Lanting seriously suggested, "It's getting late, if you still If there is bait, take it out quickly, let’s hurry up and try again.”

"It's really a pity that the pig ran away," Dong Qiangqiang felt lost, "but it's a pity that I don't know the effect of 3.0."

"What exactly is 3.0?" Lei Lanting asked curiously.

"The bait you saw for the first time and the second time is like this," Dong Qiangqiang said while taking out a vegetable meatball slightly smaller than a fist from his backpack, and held it in front of Lei Lanting.

"But this looks very ordinary." Lei Lanting said disapprovingly.

"The 1.0 version of the bait is made of water, flour, vegetable leaves and meat. The 2.0 version also uses flour, vegetable leaves and meat, but it is mixed with wine. And the 3.0 version of the meatballs is made in 2.0. Based on the upgrade, in addition to wine and stuffing, I also put 3 small dough balls in the meatballs."

(End of this chapter)