Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

The car was driven back to the warehouse, and Dong Qiangqiang followed Xia Qing and got out of the car.

Xia Qing took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Dong Qiangqiang, then patted the roof of the car: "Do you have any ideas?"

"I believe Brother Xia, please tell me the number." Dong Qiangqiang took the cigarette and played with it in his hand.

"I really have to ask my colleagues about this, please wait for me here." Seeing that Dong Qiangqiang had no intention of smoking, Xia Qing didn't force it, and walked straight towards the hall as he spoke.

Not long after, Xia Qing came back with feedback: "My colleague said that since it was bought by an acquaintance, he would not go around in circles. It's 15,000. If you agree, he can pack the car out in half an hour and give you a tank of gas. You see Ok?"

Before coming here, Dong Qiangqiang had just visited the car market in Shanghai and knew that a second-hand car in similar condition would cost about 3 yuan or more in Shanghai. In comparison, yuan is definitely a good deal.

"Sure, Brother Xia, just do as your colleague said. You can take me through the formalities." Dong Qiangqiang agreed happily.

"Don't worry, I will definitely ask him to do it for you and keep you safe." Xia Qing did not expect Dong Qiangqiang to be so straightforward. He was overjoyed and his work efficiency was directly improved to the highest level.

Dong Qiangqiang also didn’t expect that his first cars in Germany and China would all be second-hand cars. Maybe it was God’s will.

Dong Qiangqiang went to the factory in the morning, and in the afternoon he went to count cars at different intersections, and then visited 4S. After running for most of the day, he didn't have time to go online. He was worried that he might receive emails, so he asked Xia Qing if he could go online in 4S, but 4S is not a five-star car after all. Class hotel, there are no free computers with Internet access to provide customers, so he can only give up. Thinking of not staying in a hotel at night, it seemed that he could only wait until he got home before surfing the Internet. He didn't know what progress the German bank had made in unfreezing his account. The other party didn't call him, so he probably hadn't completed the process yet.

The car purchase procedures were quickly completed under Xia Qing's supervision. Xia Qing also printed out a list of information that needed to be supplemented later to remind Dong Qiangqiang to send it to him after returning to Beijing. He also thoughtfully explained the process of going to the vehicle management office to change the local license plate. I wrote one for Dong Qiangqiang’s reference. The car repair took more than half an hour as planned. Xia Qing simply stopped busy with other things and concentrated on chatting with Dong Qiangqiang about any information he wanted to know about domestic Volkswagen. He waited for the car to be filled with gas and parked in the 4S parking lot. At that time, the content in Dong Qiangqiang's information database was much richer than before he bought the car.

The Fukang car is much better than when I saw it in the warehouse. Not only does it look shiny on the outside, there is no trace of sheet metal, but even the interior of the car has been cleaned extremely clean.

"The engine oil, brake fluid, glass fluid and other things that can be refilled are all filled up. If you have any problems with the car, please contact me anytime. Even if we can't go to BJ to repair the car, we can still pay you back to repair the car." Xia Qing patted the car cover and promised. , "Pay attention to safety along the way, and take a rest if you feel sleepy."

Dong Qiangqiang had been driving in Germany for a long time and was used to using navigation. When he returned to China, he was not used to not having navigation. Fortunately, there were many maps in the 4S. Xia Qing asked for the most detailed one, and on the map, he used thick lines with red pen on where Dong Qiangqiang should go. After marking, Dong Qiangqiang and Xia Qing waved goodbye and drove away from the 4S store.

Before leaving Changchun, Dong Qiangqiang passed by the lunch restaurant again and couldn't help but get out of the car and order another bowl of fried noodles. While he was eating, he was thinking about how to write the report. By the time he finished the bowl of noodles, he already had the idea of ​​writing the report in mind.

What made him even more happy was that when he was checking out, he accidentally discovered that the store not only sold noodles but also dried yellow sauce for making noodles. Thinking that he could also give his parents a taste of delicious food, he bought twenty packs without saying a word. Looking at the bag full of dried yellow sauce, I suddenly felt that my trip to Changchun was not in vain.

He carried the bag and walked towards the car, glancing at the shops along the street. They were all full of delicious food.

The busiest shop on the street where he is located is a Russian food store. The Russian bread looks solid and the Russian sausage is bright in color and full of fragrance. Because he had to drive all night and was worried that he would be hungry in the middle of the night, Dong Qiangqiang packed a lot more, thinking that even if he couldn't finish the food on the way, he could give Dong's mother and Dong's father a taste when he got back.

It was getting late, the sun was setting in the west, and flocks of ravens were flying slowly in the pink-purple sky. When the car got on the highway, Dong Qiangqiang suddenly remembered that Du Lan seemed to be from Changchun. He had completely forgotten about this incident. , but after a busy day, I just remembered that it was too late even if I wanted to do something.

He drove all the way south. The unexpected research results, the reunion with old friends, and the excitement of buying a car stimulated him to drive until almost 1 o'clock before he felt sleepy.

He found a service area to refill his tank, then set the alarm and began to take a nap.

An hour later, the alarm clock woke him up on time. He washed his face with cold water and bought a cup of instant coffee at a convenience store. He only tasted a small bite of the bread and red sausage because he was afraid that he would be sleepy after eating too much. He stopped turning on the warm air and packed it away. Finally, we got back on the road. He himself did not expect that this time he would take an overnight train one day, drive an all-night train the other day, and not even stay in a hotel for the whole day. Instead, he would gain a lot of experience points from running long distances. He took a few short breaks. When he passed through some villages around service stations, he saw the village entrance blocked by large rocks. There were trees as thick as a bowl standing on top of the large rocks, even though it was still dark. It was bright, and there were already people wearing hoops and leading dogs patrolling at the entrance of the village. When they saw Dong Qiangqiang, their eyes flashed with vigilance and caution.

When the sky turned white, Dong Qiangqiang sat in the car and saw the huge sign of the Beijing toll station and the unexpected long snake queue from a distance.

He was surprised that there was still a traffic jam at the toll station at this point. When the car moved forward a little, he asked other drivers and found out that the toll station was checking the driver's body temperature and recent travel trajectory.

When it was finally his turn, the busy medical staff in front of and behind the car brought the forehead thermometer and the long-lost health questionnaire to him again. He keenly noticed that the form was more detailed and complicated than the information forms he had registered before, such as A detailed description of the action trajectory within 48 hours is required. He didn't know how the toll stations were inspected in the past, but he vaguely felt that today's inspection standards seemed to be stricter than a few days ago. Before the car left the toll station, someone disinfected his car.

After queuing for nearly an hour, Dong Qiangqiang finally left the toll station.

At this time, he saw a scene that surprised him even more: not only was there a long queue in the direction of entering Beijing, but there was also a long queue in the direction of leaving Beijing.

He noticed that many drivers out of Beijing also wore masks in the car, with various intriguing expressions on their faces.

When the red sun jumped over the horizon and shed the first ray of sunshine on everything in the world, Fukang drove into the BJ Fifth Ring Road.

Dong Qiangqiang had just driven his car to the gate of the community. Before he could talk to the security guard, a man wearing a mask drowsily walked out of the guard box at the door while putting on his coat.

In Dong Qiangqiang's impression, this post didn't exist two days ago. Could it be that he moved it here two days ago?

The masked man walked towards Dong Qiangqiang while shaking the notebook in his hand, and at the same time motioned to Dong Qiangqiang to lower the window.

The red hoop on the other person's arm was very eye-catching. Dong Qiangqiang did as he was told and asked in a friendly manner: "Hello, I live here and go home."

"The neighborhood committee requires you to register when entering or exiting the community. Are you from this community?"

"Yes."

"ID card." The other party put his index and middle fingers together and made a "bring it" gesture towards Dong Qiangqiang.

Dong Qiangqiang handed over his ID card. The other party glanced at the information on the ID card and questioned: "Your registered permanent residence is not here? Are you renting a house here?"

"I live in No. 3, Unit 1, Building 7 over there, the one with the black plastic bags hanging on the kitchen balcony." Dong Qiangqiang pointed to the distance and said, "My family just bought a house here, and I haven't had time to change my ID card yet." .”

Dong Qiangqiang returned to China for a short time this time, so he was not in a hurry to go to the police station to apply for a new ID card. Moreover, his family had just moved to a new home and his household registration had not been changed. He wanted to wait until the next time he returns to China for a longer time to get these things. Anyway, this is I can't stay for more than a few days at a time.

"Then you can't get in." The other party impatiently threw Dong Qiangqiang's ID card back into his hand and entered the post again.

What the hell?