Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Three of the four people in the soft sleeper snored, and the snoring continued for most of the night. Dong Qiangqiang did not fall asleep when he was the sleepiest, and he couldn't fall asleep when he tried to sleep later.

He hugged the blanket and looked out the window, with Duanmu's words running through his mind. When he was drowsy and about to fall asleep, the person on the upper bunk and the person on the opposite side got up one after another and started packing their luggage. When the two of them got off the car, the private room was also empty. When new passengers came in, Dong Qiangqiang fell asleep. Fortunately, he didn't sleep on the station. When he woke up, he secretly rejoiced. If he bought a soft sleeper in a six-person room, he would never sleep at all.

After getting off the train, Dong Qiangqiang sneezed loudly and immediately realized that he was wearing less clothes. March in Changchun was much colder than he expected. It felt like early summer in Shanghai, but it still felt like early winter outdoors here. There was a faint white mist in the air, and all the buildings looked blurry and unreal.

He wanted to copy the due diligence steps in Shanghai: first visit the factory, then visit 4S, and finally calculate the mass market share at the intersection in the economically developed area. Although the area of ​​Changchun is nearly four times that of Shanghai, there are only seven urban areas in total, and there are not as many highly prosperous districts as Shanghai. In the meantime, I will learn more about the impact of the war on the local area. In the evening, I will most likely take the train back to Beijing.

After thinking clearly, Dong Qiangqiang did not leave the train station in a hurry, but went straight to the ticket office to ask for tickets for the evening. Fortunately, the bus to BJ was less crowded and the tickets were more than enough, so there was no need to rush to issue tickets.

As he walked out of the train station, no one came forward to ask him to fill in a form such as a health registration form. No one cared where he came from. When he finally walked out of the train station, he discovered that the streets here were very lively, not inferior to those in Shanghai. But unlike BJ and Shanghai, there were not many people wearing masks here.

In the vast sea of ​​traffic and people, Dong Qiangqiang saw a large number of breakfast stalls with parasols at a glance, and a warmth suddenly rose in his heart. The breakfast on the train was leftover from last night, and it was not even warm when it was served to the table. , he couldn't swallow it after half a mouthful, so he simply threw it away, and only drank a bowl of millet porridge. After drinking it, he was hungrier than before.

He was in a hurry in Shanghai and had no time to taste the local specialties, so he made up his mind on the train that he would not miss it again no matter what.

He believes that if a city’s breakfast doesn’t have anything to eat, then the city’s catering standards have nothing to hope for.

He chose a stall with many family members and sat down. When he turned around and saw the old man at the next table eating a steaming, huge dough stick that was 1.5 times as long as his hand and as big as a fan, he felt a little agitated. Er was confused. He originally wanted to order pancakes again, but when he saw the size of the fried dough sticks, he gave up the idea and only dared to ask for another bowl of spicy soup. Unexpectedly, the spicy soup of the old man next to him was just a small bowl, but what was served to him was a big bowl. , he compared it with his hands. The diameter of the mouth of the bowl was longer than his hand.

A group of diners nearby gave him a sample, and he added all the seasonings on the oil-soaked twists table to his bowl, and then tore the giant fried dough sticks into several pieces and threw them in.

When the bowl of spicy soup soaked in big fried dough sticks was sizzling and slurping down his stomach, he felt that he was sweating all over and his mouth and nose were breathing fire. Although the wind was still whistling on his face and body, he didn't feel any sensation on his body. cold. At this time, the sun was rising higher than when he got off the train. The sunlight penetrated the white fog and even felt warm on his face. He wiped the oil from his mouth, jumped on the bus with satisfaction, and headed towards Heading towards the FAW-Volkswagen factory.

The streets outside the car window are far less prosperous than Shanghai. In his opinion, they are not even as good as BJ before going abroad. Most municipal roads have four or two lanes, but they are smooth and there are no traffic jams at all. Occasionally, you can't hear a whistle when you encounter slow-moving areas.

The green belts on both sides of the road are very wide and majestic, with new shoots bravely sprouting from tree trunks and grass. Looking all the way, Dong Qiangqiang felt the indescribable joy and kindness in his eyes as he took in the vitality of spring. People cycled, walked and stood on the side of the road talking at a leisurely pace, and there was not a single person going against the grain on the road. People in the park were doing their own things leisurely. It is also rare to see SARS-related billboards on the streets. The pharmacy was neither overcrowded nor informed of shortages of supplies. It seemed as if it was not in the same time and space as where Dong Qiangqiang came from.

The FAW-Volkswagen factory is easy to find, but unlike the Anting factory, there are no high-rise office buildings next to the factory. There is only a small hill lying in a nearby park. Dong Qiangqiang quickly climbed up without saying a word. When we reached the top of the hill, we had a bird's eye view of the entire factory.

The huge, blue and white AIC and Volkswagen logos hang on the stone at the main entrance of the factory. The factory is majestic and much larger than any of the three factories in Anting. There are large and oversized new and old buildings. , you can vaguely see the shadow of the traditional industrial factory area. The tall silver-white chimneys standing in different corners of the factory area are emitting smoke. Closed factory buildings with different heights are connected into a piece. Various vehicles are running on the extremely spacious factory road, parking. The field was empty, and there seemed to be no construction site in the factory. At least Dong Qiangqiang didn't see the crane. There were almost no employees outside the factory, and they were probably all busy working inside the factory.

As usual, he took pictures first, and then observed the vehicles entering and exiting the factory for a while. After confirming that he couldn't see any more valuable pictures, he came down from the hill.

His previous plan was to visit the local 4S after seeing the factory, but on the way there, he found that there were no 4S near the factory, so he simply went to a busy intersection to count the number of vehicles.

He picked three relatively busy intersections and stood there for an hour each. He originally thought that the Jetta or the Golf would be the most popular cars in the area, but after some statistics, he found that none of the three intersections was dominated by Volkswagens. Except for one intersection where most Japanese cars passed, the remaining two intersections were made by domestically produced cars named "Dongfeng". After further research, I found out that the cars were also made by FAW.

This result was somewhat beyond his expectation, but it was not outrageous if he thought about it carefully. It was already afternoon. Dong Qiangqiang was a little hungry, so he found a nearby fried noodle restaurant.

Unlike other restaurants, the noodles in this store are made and stretched by the chef in the kitchen. Looking at the chef's thick forearms, Dong Qiangqiang felt that this noodle must be good.

The fact was as he expected. When the steaming noodles with various kinds of noodles were served, Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help but his eyes lit up.

The fried sauce poured over the noodles is rich in aroma, and its dark red oily luster makes people salivate.

The fried noodles that Dong Qiangqiang had eaten in other places were served with diced meat, but here they were served with small pieces of meat. The total amount of meat in a big bowl of fried noodles could only be half a catty, which was really real.