Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 782 782. Carrots and Sticks
The moment Dong Qiangqiang was pushed into the car, he felt a little panicked. He felt like a potato in a winter farm market, being roughly thrown into a sack by a fierce Russian peasant woman.

However, after coming to Germany, Dong Qiangqiang quickly calmed down after experiencing many dangerous situations.In fact, there is nothing wrong with not being calm. After all, the opponent has an advantage in numbers, and he has no possibility of wrestling with the opponent, let alone the gun on his ribs, silently reminding him not to do stupid things all the time.

So he knew very well that in the current situation, it was safest to use his brain, and everything else was meaningless.

Once he calmed down, Dong Qiangqiang's eyes, ears and nose began to collect information unconsciously.

Although the other party covered him with a black hood, the hood was not airtight, but he could breathe smoothly. The material of the hood should be pure cotton or cotton linen. If it was made of plastic, artificial leather or leather, Dong Qiangqiang would probably feel suffocated. Now, it seems that the other party didn't intend to kill him, but just didn't want him to see where the car went, otherwise wearing a hood would be superfluous, and he would shoot him down after chatting, so he wouldn't be afraid of who he saw or talked to.

With this in mind, Dong Qiangqiang secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and his nerves that had been tense all the time relaxed a little.

The car was running smoothly, and the interior of the car was not stuffy. He smelled a smell of leather seats, which seemed to be a new car.

The car was very quiet. Although there were many bodyguards, none of them made a sound. Dong Qiangqiang couldn't even hear their breathing, and he didn't know if there were other people in the car.

There was nothing in the car. He pricked up his ears and tried hard to hear if there were any striking sounds outside the car that could help him determine his location. Through the hood, he could see bits and pieces of light. The Golden Ring Hotel is near the bustling commercial district of Hamburg. , There should be all kinds of noisy sounds on the road, but after a few seconds, Dong Qiangqiang knew that he was doing useless work, because the sound insulation effect of Mercedes-Benz was better than he expected.

He had to go on assuming and reasoning about the whole thing and his situation.

In his mind, he went through the process of drinking and vomiting with Sergeyla yesterday and then unconscious. He asked himself that he did not offend the other party in his words and deeds, and there was no conflict between the two sides. Ergaila avoided seeing him, the two sides didn't even meet face to face, let alone the conflict, the other party is now looking for someone to tie him up, why on earth?

Could it be that Duanmu's word became a prophecy?The other party really wants to find them to launder money?If this is the case, then there is even less possibility of him being killed.But why did the other party spend so much time for this?It makes no sense.

Dong Qiangqiang couldn't understand it.

At this moment, the driver suddenly slammed the steering wheel, and the car suddenly turned a sharp corner.Unprepared, Dong Qiangqiang was thrown out and fell on the bodyguard next to him, and the bodyguard on his right also hit him directly.

The driver turned the steering wheel back violently while cursing, and everyone in the car relived the reverse process again. Just as Dong Qiangqiang was about to ask what happened, he felt a soft thing hit his nose through the hood .

A pungent smell shot up to the top of his head along the nasal cavity. Just as Dong Qiangqiang wanted to shout, the muzzle of the gun hurt his ribs.

Within ten seconds, he felt his eyelids drooping heavily, and uncontrollable sleepiness crept up his head silently.

Almost at the same time, the muzzle of the gun on his ribs was withdrawn silently. Dong Qiangqiang raised his arms sleepily, trying to use his hands to support the back of the seat in front of him to prevent himself from falling down, but his hands were caught by another person. A strong hand pushed away.

Before he could make any more attempts, he passed out completely.

***
On a summer night, the wind on the hillside was as strong as autumn, blowing away all the sundries that blocked the view. The air was clear and the view was excellent. The whole Hamburg city was like a watermelon soaked in water, which could be seen at a glance.Two figures stood side by side by a fence, their shirts were firmly attached to their bodies by the wind, as if they had just come out of the water.

"I still don't understand," one of the shadows spoke first, but it was Anderson. "Why do you like them? Is it because they are Chinese? Or is it because their yield is higher than everyone else's?"

"Do you know what our shortcoming is?" Sergeira looked at the sea of ​​light intertwined with red, green, blue and pink spots in front of him and asked, "It's our identity." He sighed, "Whoever you are Emigrating to any country does not change the fact that you were Russian. Immigration is one thing, people believe it is another."

Anderson listened quietly, without interruption.

Sergeira turned his face to the side and spat, then turned his face and continued: "When I was young, I thought that I would be successful if I exerted my strengths to the extreme. Later, the two experiences in Hungary and London made me understand that strengths alone are not enough. , People can’t make mistakes on their own short boards, especially fatal mistakes, in order to go long. If I can’t change my short boards, then I will find a team that can perfectly make up for my short boards. As for why Will choose them, in fact, I am not sure, but I never pursue absolute correctness in making decisions, but vague correctness.”

"Vaguely correct?" Anderson thoughtfully licked Sergeira's words.

"That young man has an investment company, a trading company, and a travel company under his name. Although the scale is not large, it is enough to disturb the sight of those who are staring at me. If I want to get rid of the disturbance of the Americans, there are better than them ?"

"Even if you want to take cover, do you need to treat him like this?" Anderson turned his head to look at the dense forest behind him, and asked puzzledly.

"You sound like you're complaining." Sergeira turned around halfway, his knife-like eyes fixed firmly on Anderson's face in the darkness.

"No, I just don't understand what you're doing. In my opinion, you just need to give them the money, no need to..."

"No need for anything?" Sergeira interrupted Anderson almost rudely, "No need to intimidate and threaten them?"

Anderson seemed to be quite afraid of the majesty of the other party, so he didn't say anything, which can be regarded as acquiescing to the other party's statement.

Sergeira sneered and looked at the city that never sleeps at the foot of the mountain again: "You don't understand the Chinese, I have dealt with them for too long, I know they are easy to succumb to the powerful, if you don't show them clearly , they'll use your brains and take all your stuff. I mean, take it all!"

Anderson narrowed his eyes and refused to comment on the other party's point of view, whether it was because of fear or because he couldn't find a suitable reason.

"But don't worry, he won't die, I just told him what a young man should know." Sergeira patted Anderson's shoulder heavily, with a smug and indifferent smile on his face, "I like He already understood the truth for more than ten years when he was so old."

Anderson sighed inwardly, changed the subject and asked, "What about the wine?"

"Put it with the money." Sergeira's smile was instantly blown away by the wind, and he ordered with a blank expression, "Both carrots and sticks are necessary."

Anderson stared melancholy at the distance. At some point in the night sky, a thick cloud rolled over. There was a faint light flashing through the clouds. The wind became more urgent, and the small trees and short vegetation behind the two were blown by the wind. Shaking east and west, the air is filled with the smell of earth, it seems that a storm is coming soon.

Summer rain in Germany is always like this, it comes suddenly and then goes away in a blink of an eye.

The two stood silently for a while, and someone walked behind Sergeira and whispered something in a low voice. After speaking, he handed a mobile phone to Sergeira respectfully, then bowed his head and retreated into the darkness.

Sergeira weighed the phone twice, and seemed quite sad: "The era of the Americans fell with that building, and it will be ruled by the Russians in the future. I will not miss such a good opportunity."

He slipped the phone into his pocket.

Understanding the other party's intentions, Anderson hurriedly said goodbye and left the hillside.

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