Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 772 772. Golden Ring Hotel
He and Duanmu couldn't find Anderson anywhere before, but they never expected that the other party would take the initiative to call today.

"Dong Qiangqiang?" Anderson's voice was as smooth as ever, without any emotion, and it was completely impossible to judge whether what he was going to tell you next was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Hello! Mr. Anderson." Unsure of the other party's intentions, Dong Qiangqiang's greetings were neither warm nor cold, with a business-like attitude, never mentioning the current good situation of the fund, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Congratulations on your successful start," Anderson said in a somewhat regretful tone, "It's a pity that I gave you less money."

It seems that the other party already knew about Vivendi's release of the second quarterly report, Dong Qiangqiang pondered to himself, and answered indistinctly.

"You come to Hamburg in the afternoon, the sooner the better, the meeting address will be sent to you soon." Anderson straight to the point revealed the purpose of his call, without any room for negotiation between words.

"Hamburger?" Dong Qiangqiang thought he had heard it wrong, and the volume increased a few decibels unconsciously, "Now?"

Before he could ask Anderson why he asked him to go to Hamburg, Anderson hung up the phone involuntarily.

Dong Qiangqiang originally thought that the other party was here to inquire about the situation, but he never thought that the other party finally called but it was to send him to run errands. Is there anything that can't be said on the phone?And you don't even give him time to ask questions, do you think he is idle?
Although the other party was an investor, it was too rude. Dong Qiangqiang felt a little dissatisfied in his heart, stared at the floor in a daze, and only after a while did he realize that the phone in his hand was ringing again.

"You definitely can't think of who called me just now." Duanmu on the other end of the phone was a little excited and incoherent, "You try your best to guess." He deliberately teased Dong Qiangqiang.

"Isn't it Buffett?" Dong Qiangqiang co-operated in a playful manner, "Or is it Soros? Rogers?"

"Don't be poor! Guess carefully!" Duanmu pretended to be dissatisfied.

Dong Qiangqiang said a few more names, but guessed wrong one after another, and finally said lazily: "Let's reveal the card."

His listlessness was like a gust of wind, which instantly blew away all the excitement in Duanmu, and his mood dropped obviously: "Lefter from 'Stock Lemon' called me just now, and asked me to have lunch at noon tomorrow."

"The boss who shorted the website? That's fine." Dong Qiangqiang enviously said, "You eat so well, learn more."

"What's the boss? He's just a polished commander." Duanmu snorted. "He just talked about it for a long time, and only admitted that we were lucky. In the end, I wanted to greet his family in Chinese on the phone."

Although he said so, Dong Qiangqiang could hear the arrogance in Duanmu's tone, after all, they made money this time.

Of course, it's still floating.

"This opportunity is rare, at least meet and chat, after all, he has rich experience." Dong Qiangqiang persuaded.

"It's really not a big deal. There are two other phone calls later, both of which are different funds, and they are both interested in us, asking when our next report will be released."

"The next part?" Dong Qiangqiang exhaled, "Why is it so fast? This wave hasn't finished yet, Muzai and Ruizai are both falling, and Vivendi is hard to say."

"Well, anyway, I have agreed to meet with them, and I will talk about the report later. Anyway, this time I have gained a lot. By the way, how is your programmer looking?"

Duanmu still came back.

"No progress." Dong Qiangqiang said dejectedly, "The advertisement has been posted for a while, but no one calls or sends resumes. It is estimated that they are not interested in the part-time job of 400 euros per month..."

"Where is Hans?" The frustration was easily transmitted to Duanmu on the other side of the ocean through the phone.

"nor."

"We still have to look for it, otherwise we will miss a lot of opportunities to make money. I have screened all the historical clients of Arthur Andersen you are looking for. Either they have been sold by more than N (sales) or they are on the verge of bankruptcy. I can't see them in the market. to any puts, so you still have to figure it out.”

"Okay." Dong Qiangqiang agreed lightly, and at the same time followed, "You must not have guessed who called me just now."

Duanmu was taken aback by Dong Qiangqiang's question. He just said this a few minutes ago, and he unconsciously followed Dong Qiangqiang's words and asked back: "Who called you?"

"Anderson." Dong Qiangqiang didn't deliberately wheedle people's appetites like Duanmu, but directly turned his hole card, and at the same time began to pack his schoolbag and prepare to go out.

Sure enough, the other end of the phone fell silent, and Duanmu's tone dropped several degrees: "Why is he calling you?"

"He told me to go to Hamburg right away."

"Go to Hamburg? What are you doing?" Duanmu asked vigilantly, "Isn't it going to our office?"

"He didn't say anything." Dong Qiangqiang thought for a while and said with certainty, "Yes, he didn't say anything. He just told me to go over and then hung up."

As soon as Dong Qiangqiang finished speaking, there were two "beeps" from the mobile phone, and Anderson really sent a text message: No. 143 Pilot Street, Golden Ring Hotel.

"I know there," Duanmu said without hesitation after hearing Dong Qiangqiang's report, "It's a very famous hotel, and it's still..."

"What is it?" Dong Qiangqiang asked.

"The only Russian-owned hotel in Hamburg."

"You said Anderson asked me to meet at the Russian Hotel?" Dong Qiangqiang was puzzled, "Then why?"

"Then how would I know?"

"Do you think I'm going?" Dong Qiangqiang stopped his movements unconsciously. He always felt that the fund's foreign affairs and social networking were better done by Duanmu. He doesn't like socializing, and he prefers dealing with numbers.

"I don't know." Duanmu repeated, "If he calls me, I will definitely not go, maybe that's why he called you (phone)."

"I'm going to have a look."

"Whatever you want." Duanmu said indifferently, "Remember, don't sign any documents, and don't agree to anything easily, it's best to record it, and tell me what you talked about after meeting. Remember?"

"Okay." Dong Qiangqiang took out the recording pen, raised his hand and threw it into the backpack.

After a brief exchange with Lu Shan, Dong Qiangqiang left the house.

After getting off the train and getting on the taxi, Dong Qiangqiang said to the driver, "Go to the Golden Ring Hotel", and the driver started the car skillfully.

The splendid five-star hotel is located on the outer edge of Hamburg. After driving for about 10 minutes, in a row of traditional German-style buildings, the square figure of the Golden Ring Hotel came into Dong Qiangqiang's eyes.

From a distance, it has a typical Soviet-style architectural style: majestic, magnificent, and boxy at the same time, just like an oversized matchbox.The exterior facade composed of beige marble and dark blue glass, as well as the revolving restaurant on the top floor of the hotel, make it look like a giant perfume bottle.

The welcome guests on both sides of the main entrance of the hotel were burly Russian men with thick beards and hair, who skillfully let Dong Qiangqiang into the hall.

Anderson did not tell Dong Qiangqiang where to find him in the text message, so Dong Qiangqiang could only call Anderson to ask.

But Anderson didn't answer his call.

Dong Qiangqiang turned around and left intentionally, but he received another text message on his mobile phone: the revolving restaurant on the top floor, table 23.

The high-speed elevator took Dong Qiangqiang to the top floor of the hotel in less than 20 seconds. The moment the elevator door opened, he didn't have to go to the window, and he had a panoramic view of the entire city of Hamburg.

But Dong Qiangqiang didn't care about the scenery at this time. He looked around the table numbers of the nearby tables, estimated the possible location of No. 23, and strode over.

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