Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 773 773. Dawa Richter
The revolving restaurant has an area of ​​about [-] square meters, and there is a circular maroon wooden bar in the middle. It is almost five o'clock in the evening, and it is time for dinner. It is said that there should be waiters starting to prepare ingredients, but there is no one at the bar.

And not only was the waiter missing, but there seemed to be no one in the hall except Dong Qiangqiang.

The restaurant is surrounded by full-body glass walls. Sunlight pours into the restaurant from all directions, and the hall is full of sunset.Although something like reflective film was pasted on the glass wall, the light didn't weaken much, and the ground was also reflected brightly, making it hard to open your eyes.

After going around half of the bar, the brightness weakened. Dong Qiangqiang's eyes adjusted for a few seconds, and he immediately noticed that the only table of guests in the restaurant was eating quietly in a corner of the restaurant.

But there was no sign of Anderson at the only table, only two people sitting one at a time.

The standing person is about a head shorter than Dong Qiangqiang, but the whole person is half shoulder wider than Dong Qiangqiang.Dressed in black, wearing sunglasses, serious and unsmiling, one can tell it is a bodyguard.The person sitting was bent into a capital letter C, his head was tilted forward sharply, and he was concentrating on eating the food on the plate in front of him, and he didn't seem to notice Dong Qiangqiang's appearance.

During Dong Qiangqiang's previous training, he once heard from his fighting coach that many of his former colleagues were serving as private guards for wealthy Russians living in seclusion in central and southern Germany.It looks like this, the status of the diner should be either rich or noble, but now he doesn't care whether the other party is rich or not, that's not something he has to worry about, he just wants to know why Anderson asked him to come, and whether there is something wrong with Zen What problem does he need to deal with personally?He glanced at the text message suspiciously again, convinced that he did not have presbyopia, and judging from the table number next to him, that table should be the number given in the text message.

He didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Anderson's gourd, so he didn't rush over there, but called Anderson.

But Anderson still didn't answer. Instead, he heard the movement from his side, and the diner raised his head.

The bodyguard in black stared at Dong Qiangqiang fiercely and intently. Dong Qiangqiang subconsciously avoided the scorching gaze of the other party, and carefully cast his gaze on the eater next to the bodyguard.

The silver-white and thinning hair of the eater reflected a brightness no less than the reflection of the floor under the sunlight, and a face full of ravines and wrinkles seemed to be telling the sufferings he had suffered. The blush on his cheeks extended from his face to his neck, and when he saw the half-empty wine bottle in his hand, Dong Qiangqiang understood.His expression couldn't tell whether he was slightly drunk or fascinated. When Dong Qiangqiang looked at him, he was also looking in Dong Qiangqiang's direction.

The four eyes met, Dong Qiangqiang was hesitating whether to go over to ask for clarification, the white-haired man suddenly smiled, and raised his hand to make a "come here" gesture to him.

Dong Qiangqiang hesitated for a second, then unconsciously walked towards the other party, which even surprised him.

When he was half a table away from the white-haired man, the bodyguard in black with red curly hair and a strong physique reached out to stop him.

Dong Qiangqiang heard from his teacher before that many redheads in Russia are descendants of Germans.

The bodyguard's chest was very thick, and looked like a large sandbag at a close distance, no, it should be said that it was more like a wall. His small eyes rolled alertly, and at the same time he signaled Dong Qiangqiang to raise his arm with a sullen face.

Dong Qiangqiang threw the bag on the chair next to him, and obediently accepted the almost rude inspection of the other party, only then did he notice that the table number was indeed 23.

It wasn't until he stood in front of the white-haired man that he noticed that his masseter muscles were extremely developed.

He remembered someone saying that, from the perspective of physiognomy, except for some exceptions, for most people, a developed masseter muscle is a sign of an appetite for food, and an addiction to food not only indicates poor self-discipline, but also means that the person has a higher probability of being greedy. .

The white-haired man couldn't guess what Dong Qiangqiang was thinking at this time, and was still squinting his eyes and looking at him with great interest. He didn't know whether it was intentional or not. He neither introduced himself nor called Dong Qiangqiang to sit down.

Dong Qiangqiang suspected that he was already drunk, so he didn't want to waste time. Lang Sheng asked straight to the point in English: "Hello, is Mr. Anderson here? He invited me to meet..."

Before Dong Qiangqiang finished his sentence, the white-haired man suddenly smiled like a child, raised his head and muttered something in Russian to the bodyguard.The bodyguard didn't apologize, and still stared at Dong Qiangqiang's every move like a thief.

The white-haired man stretched his arms towards Dong Qiangqiang, and asked with a smile in blunt English with a heavy accent: "This place is so big, do you think he will be here?"

The other party said that it was tantamount to admitting that he really knew Anderson. At this time, Dong Qiangqiang had vaguely guessed that Anderson asked him to come over, nine times out of ten, so that the people in front of him would meet him. He didn't understand what the purpose of Anderson's arrangement was, but with Anderson Judging from his early behavior style without profit, he certainly didn't do it out of happiness or because he wanted to be nice to Dong Qiangqiang and Duanmu.

The white-haired man smiled without saying a word, lowered his head and began to pour wine into an empty glass in front of him.Dong Qiangqiang noticed that not a single drop of wine was spilled, which meant that his hands were very steady, and his hands might even have a certain degree of muscle memory, even if he was drunk, he would not spill any wine.

The rich aroma of the wine entered Dong Qiangqiang's nasal cavity uninvited in an instant. He quickly glanced at the wine bottle, except for the "vodka" and "50%" written on the wine label, he didn't know anything else.

"Excuse me, I wish you a good appetite! Good night." Dong Qiangqiang didn't want to chat with Anderson when he couldn't see Anderson. Standing in front of him like a wall, he stared at him decisively and indifferently, his eyes full of hostility and threat.

"I heard from Anderson that you are Chinese." The white-haired man said quietly behind Dong Qiangqiang, "Is that so?"

Seeing that he couldn't escape smoothly, and it was impossible to fight with the opponent, Dong Qiangqiang had to turn around halfway, and greeted in the only Russian he knew: "Davari (Russian: Hello, comrades)."

In just a short while, the two wine glasses in front of the white-haired man were already full. He pushed the wine glasses in Dong Qiangqiang's direction, and at the same time made a gesture of asking for wine. "I know there is wine in China, but compared to our Russian vodka, your wine is as bland as plain water."

Dong Qiangqiang tossed and tossed all afternoon, didn't tell anyone he didn't see, didn't eat a bite of food, he was so hungry that he was so hungry, he wanted to leave but was forced to stay, he took the initiative to show his favor but was provoked by the other party's words, he was depressed for a long time The anger finally broke through the last rationality, jumped out, and immediately replied with a smirk: "Different countries have great differences in wine brewing techniques, and the strength of wine is never used as a criterion for judging the quality of wine in the world. Standard, just like there are many beers with different brewing techniques in Germany, but no one will say that other beers are not good because their own beer has a high malt concentration. I have drunk a lot of vodka in Germany, but to be honest, it is not as strong as I thought. It is much lower than the alcohol content of Chinese liquor."

Before catching wild pigs, Dong Qiangqiang actually researched and bought many vodka brands in Germany. He knew that vodka is mostly made of grain or potato, which is distilled to make 70% alcohol, and then blended with distilled water to 40-50% alcohol.In order to pursue the effect of drunken wild boars, he tried to buy higher alcohol, such as vodka with a degree of more than 70 degrees, but he searched for a long time but still failed.

"That's impossible!" The white-haired man's eyes were faintly red, "I've drank your wine, and I won't get drunk at all."

"Me too." Dong Qiangqiang retorted not to be outdone.

The white-haired man seemed to be waiting for this sentence. Almost at the same time Dong Qiangqiang finished speaking, he quickly picked up a wine glass on the table and drank it down, and then slowly showed Dong Qiangqiang the bottom of his empty glass.

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