Chapter 862: I am sending you bullets!

Hamburg in winter is cloudy and cold.
The morning sun was blocked by a faint white cloud, which looked like a hazy golden light group, which did not bring much warmth to this land.
Kay Dickman walked out of the warm home, and suddenly felt a cold rush on his face, causing him to shiver involuntarily. He quickly pulled the collar of the down jacket, pulled the zipper up a bit, and then turned around. Go to close the door.
His home is on the edge of the harbour and the lighthouse can be seen from a distance.
Walking along the wet embankment of the pier, you can see that the opposite bank of the harbour is full of patrolling ships.
The three tall masts looked spectacular against the hazy sunlight.
"Should it be raining?" Kay Dickman sighed softly and said.
Walk along the embankment and enter the city.
Hamburg's architecture is typical Baroque style, nothing special.
There are no high-rise buildings. This is related to the German aesthetic standards for buildings.
They are not used to high-rise buildings. Almost all the cities with high-rise buildings have nothing to do with the United States.
For example, Berlin, or Frankfurt.
The architecture of Hamburg should belong to the category that Germans think of as beautiful.
But in Kay Dickman's view, it is undoubtedly a bit mediocre, especially after seeing the pomp of some other prosperous metropolises in the world, he even feels that Hamburg is very unique.
If you insist, it should be the seagulls hovering over the city, many, but Kay Dickman has long been used to it.
When he came to the intersection and was waiting for the traffic lights, Kay Dickman noticed that on the bus stop sign on the roadside, I don't know when there was another yellow poster with a paragraph printed on it with a printer.
"In order to buy a beautiful ipad, I want to sell my trial."
Below is a private website, obviously for interested people to contact them.
Kay Dickman sneered disdainfully after watching it.
In his opinion, this is definitely a boring and stupid scam, only fools can be fooled.
But there is never a lack of fools in this world.
Because he saw that someone was taking a photo with a mobile phone, as if to record this information.
Oh my God, this man is really stupid, can't you see such an obvious scam?
Kay Dickman shook his head, just when the green light came, he walked quickly across the road.
After crossing several roads, Kay Dickman stopped at an intersection and looked inside.
What he saw was a gray five-story building with a long billboard on the outer wall.
It says in white letters on a red background: Let's be honest, who wants to read those long talks that will never be finished?
Yes, this is a slogan!
The slogan of the photo newspaper is also the purpose of the newspaper!
Therefore, the Bild’s report is like their name, with a large number of pictures and various gossips.
Kay Dickman looked at the sign very seriously, curled his lips, it was a little loose, and he had to be repaired when he turned his head, but don’t wait until it’s snowing and it’s crushed.
Did not turn into the intersection, but continued to move forward.
At the next block, Kay Dickman crossed the traffic light, got to the opposite side, and went straight into a restaurant on the block.
Unlike Hamburg and even other restaurants in Germany, which use German, and no matter how bad they are, they use English as their signboard. The signboard of this restaurant is very distinctive, and it even attracted protests from many extreme citizens.
Because the sign of this restaurant is in Chinese, no other words are mixed.
Kay Dickman also studied specifically, those three characters are called Wangjiang Pavilion!
"Hi, Mr. Dickman!"
He comes almost every day, so the waiter in the restaurant also knows him.
But they still greeted him in Chinese.
Fortunately, after hearing too much, Kay Dickman will understand.
"Hi, good morning." Kay Dickman greeted with a smile, but he spoke in German.
This is weird, isn't it?
Therefore, he and the waiter couldn't help laughing. This is one of their daily laughs.
"Preserved egg thin porridge, Xiaolongbao, crystal shrimp dumplings, Shaomai..." He ordered in awkward Chinese, but then switched to German and said, "Well, let's do it, I recently lost weight!"
"Oh my God, I still eat so much to lose weight!" The waiter said with a smile in Chinese.
But this sentence, Kay Dickman does not understand.
Because his Chinese proficiency is the most that is able to order the name of the restaurant.
The waiter quickly remembered it, and pointed upstairs, "Mr. Dickman, please go upstairs."
"Oh, no, I can just sit downstairs."
"No, no, Mr. Dickman, the downstairs is full, please upstairs!" the waiter said with a smile.
Kay Dickman was weird. Looking downstairs again, it is undeniable that the business is indeed very good. It should be 80% after sitting.
But there are still plenty of vacancies, right?
I used to come by myself, but they all sat downstairs, so why do you have to go upstairs by yourself today?
If he hadn't come here to eat all day, he would have mistakenly thought that the other party was deliberately making things difficult for him.
"Mr. Dickman, believe me, please go upstairs." The waiter said with a smile.
This time, he is using German.
It is also now that Kay Dickman discovered that this guy speaks German very well.
Didn't he hear all the whispers, complaints, and even ridicules he usually made to him?
Fortunately, he always looks like he smiles, he used to pretend.
Well, because you often give me the delicious tea eggs, please go upstairs.
After speaking, Kay Dickman sneaked closer and said with a smile: "Remember, tea eggs!"
"Understand!" The waiter showed and motioned to send two.
Kay Dickman went upstairs smilingly.
There are some boxes upstairs, which are usually empty in the morning because they are not used.
But one of the boxes was open with a light inside, and at the door stood a sturdy oriental man wearing a neat black suit and black sunglasses, who looked like a sturdy Eastern man who came out of the Matrix.
As soon as he saw him, the Matrix made a request toward the box.
Kay Dickman had an urge to turn around and run, but that seemed timid, didn't he?
Besides, this is Hamburg, is it possible, who else would dare to treat himself?
Relying on German security and confidence in the German police, coupled with his curiosity, Kay Dickman walked over.
As soon as I arrived at the door of the box, I saw two young people inside.
The strange thing is that both of them are actually playing games.
Oh my god, this is too much, right?
Doesn't match that big guy outside at all, okay?
Fortunately, I almost didn't scare my little heart out just now.
After standing for about two or three seconds, discovering that the two of them were watching the game directly, without noticing themselves at all, Kai Dickman coughed twice.
One of them raised his head and left with a cry.
When he looked up, Kay Dickman immediately recognized him.
Yang Huan!
It turned out to be him!
Why did he come to Hamburg? I still have to see myself, is it because...
Thinking of this, Kay Dickman couldn't help but feel happier.
If it is said that he just had a kind of dissatisfaction that rushed out of the door, now, even if he rushes, he will not leave.
The reason is very simple. He thinks that another idiot came to the door.
Woolf, Khoff, whoever wants it, the next one turned out to be the famous Yang Huan!
Thinking of this, Kay Dickman couldn't help but reach out through his clothes and touched the phone in his pocket. Well, I didn't leave it at home. That's good. I'll be ready to wait a while.
"Hello, Mr. Dickman!"
Yang Huan stood up with a smile and stretched out his hand towards Dickman from a distance.
"Ah, hello, Mr. Yang Huan!" Dickman touched the phone's hand and had to stretch it out.
"Come, please sit down!"
"Thank you!"
After the two of them sat down, Yang Huan kept staring at Dickman and smiling, which made Dickman a little embarrassed.
Gradually, there is still some guilty conscience.
As a last resort, I originally wanted to find a chance, but the hand I inserted into my pants pocket could only be placed on the table.
Sure enough, as soon as he did this, Yang Huan spoke.
"I have always heard of Mr. Dickman, but I never had the opportunity to meet, which is a pity."
Yang Huan took the initiative to stand up and poured a cup of tea for Dickman, but the latter was also somewhat flattered, and quickly stood up.
"This is the first meeting between me and Mr. Dickman. I came here with frankness and not the slightest guard. I just want to make a friend, and I hope Mr. Dickman will do too."
The words stopped in Dickman's ears, somewhat embarrassed.
Because he has calculated the president of Germany and the chairman of the Hamburg board.
But now it seems that Yang Huan is completely different from those two fools. At least, he is wary of recording.
Okay, just be honest, who is afraid of whom anyway?
Thinking of this, Dickman took the phone out of his trouser pocket, shook it towards Yang Huan, and placed it on the table.
"It's a great honor for me to let Young Master Huan come to the door personally and bother to arrange it, you say, shouldn't I be honored?
Yang Huan shook his head, "You are wrong, Mr. Dickman, this is not troublesome at all, okay?"
Perhaps seeing Dickman’s puzzled expression, Yang Huan said with a smile: "I have always been paying attention to your column. You have mentioned Wangjiang Pavilion many times. For example, you said not long ago that Tuchel’s Hamburg was just like This Wangjiang Pavilion's preserved egg and lean meat porridge is the same, remember?"
When Dickman heard it, he couldn't help but laughed. It was a metaphor he got accidentally, and he himself found it very funny.
Wangjiang Pavilion's preserved egg and lean meat porridge uses ordinary materials, nothing very high-end, but the cooked porridge is quite delicious, so Dickman, who has never liked Chinese food, is completely fascinated.
Tuchel’s Hamburg is the same. There are no big-name players, but the team formed has a very good combat effectiveness. The style of the game is also very attractive and fascinating.
With what Yang Huan said, Dickman believed that the person on the other side was indeed a reader of his column, and his liking increased immediately.
But even so, Dickman still has his own professional ethics.
"Master Huan, I know the purpose of your visit to me today, and I also think that although you met for the first time, you are a pretty good person, but I still want to say that you have found the wrong person."
"Oh?" Yang Huan laughed, "Then tell me, what is my purpose for looking for you?"
Dickman stared at Young Master Huan, and said word by word: "Aren't you here just for the whistleblower information given to us by Kerhof and others?"
"Well, yes, you are right." Yang Huan was really frank.
"But you misunderstood the wrong person. You should know that in our pictorial style, we rely on poaching people to gain sales. If you want us to give up, you should look at our past."
What Dickman meant was to remind Yang Huan that even German President Woolf could not let him succumb, just one Yang Huan?
Yang Huan laughed and nodded: "You are right, Mr. Dickman, but I have never thought of persuading you, nor have I thought of asking you to give up any news reports that are unfavorable to me."
Dickman was surprised when he heard ~EbookFREE.me~, "Then the purpose of your coming today..."
Yang Huan stared at the middle-aged German man and smiled, "I heard that Mr. Dickman is a famous machine gun in the German media. the truth……"
Being so boasted by Master Huan, Dickman was so thick-skinned that he couldn't bear it.
He does not fear power, but where did he swear to reveal the truth?
Even, sometimes, he obviously has no truth, so he has to make up a truth, okay?
"Mr. Dickman, I think there is too little information and clues from Kerhof and others."
When Dickman heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
But Young Master Huan was staring at him, laughing, "So, today, I made a special trip to send you bullets!"
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