Chapter 862 I Am Sending You Bullets!

Hamburg in winter is cloudy and cold.

The morning sun was blocked by a layer of thin white clouds, and it looked like a hazy golden light, which did not bring much warmth to the land.

Kay Dickman walked out of his warm home, and suddenly felt a chill hit his face, which made him shiver involuntarily. He quickly pulled the collar of the down jacket, pulled the zipper up a little more, and then turned around to close the door.

His home is on the edge of the harbor pier, 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 harbor is full of cruise ships.

The three tall masts looked magnificent against the dim sunlight.

"Should it be raining?" Kai Dickman exhaled lightly and said.

Walk along the embankment and enter the city.

The architecture of Hamburg is typical baroque style, nothing special.

There are no high-rise buildings, which has something to do with the German aesthetic standards for architecture.

They are not used to high-rise buildings, and almost all cities with high-rise buildings have nothing to do with beauty.

Like Berlin, or Frankfurt.

The architecture of Hamburg should belong to the category that Germans think is beautiful.

But in Kai Dickman's opinion, this is undoubtedly a bit mediocre, especially after seeing the grand occasions of some other bustling metropolises in the world, he feels that Hamburg has no characteristics.

If I had to say it, it would be the seagulls hovering over the city. There were a lot of them, but Kay Dickman was used to it.

When they came to the intersection and waited for the traffic lights, Kai Dickman noticed that on the bus stop sign on the side of the road, at some point there was another yellow poster with a paragraph printed on it by a printer.

"I want to sell my review to get a nice iPad."

Below that is a private URL, apparently for interested parties to contact them.

Kai Dickman sneered disdainfully after reading it.

In his opinion,

Definitely a boring and stupid scam that only a fool would fall for.

But there will never be a shortage of fools in this world.

Because he saw someone taking a photo with a mobile phone, as if to record this message.

God, this man is really stupid, can't he see such an obvious deception?

Kai Dickman shook his head, just as the light was green, he quickly crossed the road.

After crossing several roads, Kai Dickman stopped at an intersection and looked inside from a distance.

What he saw was a gray five-story building with long billboards on the outer wall.

It reads in white letters on a red background: Let's be honest, who wants to read a long-winded treatise that can never be finished?

Yes, this is a slogan!

The slogan of the photo newspaper is also the purpose of running the newspaper!

Therefore, the report of Bild, just like their name, is mainly based on a large number of pictures, as well as various gossip.

Kai Dickman looked at the signboard seriously, curled his lips, it was a little loose, and he had to get someone to repair it later, but don't wait until it is crushed when it snows.

Don't turn into the intersection, but keep going.

At the next intersection, Kai Dickman went through the traffic lights, went to the opposite side, and went directly into a restaurant at the intersection.

Unlike other restaurants in Hamburg and even Germany, which use German for their signboards, or even English for their signboards, this restaurant's signboard is very distinctive, and even attracted protests from many extreme citizens.

Because the signboard of this restaurant is in Chinese, not mixed with other words.

Kai Dickman even learned a little bit, those three words are called Wangjiang Pavilion!

"Hi, Mr. Dickman!"

He comes almost every day, so the waiters in the restaurant know him too.

But they still greeted him in Chinese.

Fortunately, Kai Dickman understood after listening too much.

"Hi, good morning," Kai Dickman greeted with a smile, but in German.

It's weird, isn't it?

So, both he and the waiter can't help but laugh, which is one of their daily jokes.

"Preserved egg porridge, steamed buns, crystal shrimp dumplings, siu mai..." He ordered in awkward Chinese, but then switched to German and said, "Well, that's it, I've lost weight recently!"

"My God, I still eat so much to lose weight!" the waiter said with a smile in Chinese.

But Kay Dickman couldn't understand this sentence.

Because, at most, his Chinese level is only able to point out the name of the restaurant's dishes.

After the waiter quickly memorized it, he pointed upstairs, "Mr. Dickman, please go upstairs."

"Oh, no, I'll just sit downstairs."

"No, no, Mr. Dickman, the downstairs is full, upstairs please!" The waiter said with a smile.

Kai Dickman was surprised. Looking downstairs, it is undeniable that the business is indeed very good, and there should be 80% of the seats.

But there are still plenty of vacancies, aren't there?

I used to come by myself, but I always sat downstairs, why do I have to go upstairs by myself today?

If he hadn't come here to eat all day long, 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 spoke in German.

It was also now that Kai Dickman discovered that this guy could speak German very well.

Didn't he hear all the mutterings, complaints, and even ridicules he said to him on weekdays?

Fortunately, he always had that smiling face, it turned out he was just pretending.

Well, for the sake of the delicious tea eggs you often give me, let's go upstairs.

After finishing speaking, Kai Dickman sneaked closer and said with a smile: "Remember, tea eggs!"

"Understood!" The waiter pointed out two fingers, signaling to give two.

Kai Dickman then grinned and stomped upstairs.

There are some boxes upstairs, usually no one uses them in the morning, so they are very empty.

But one of the boxes was open, and there was light inside, and at the door stood a man in a black suit and black sunglasses, who looked like a sturdy oriental man who came out of The Matrix.

As soon as he saw him, The Matrix made a gesture of invitation towards the box.

Kay Dickman had a tendency to turn and run, but that would be timid, wouldn't it?

Besides, this is a hamburger, could it be possible, who else would dare to do anything to him?

Relying on his confidence in the security of Germany and the German police, coupled with his genuine curiosity, Kai Dickman walked over.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the box, I saw two young people inside.

What's strange is that both of them are immersed in playing the game.

God, this is too much, isn't it?

Totally no match for that burly guy out there, okay?

Fortunately, I almost didn't scare my little heart out just now.

After standing there for about two or three seconds, Kai Dickman coughed heavily when he realized that the two of them were just looking at the game and didn't notice him at all.

One of them raised his head and left with a snort.

As soon as he looked up, Kay Dickman recognized him immediately.

Yang Huan!

It turned out to be him!

Why did he come to Hamburg? I still want to see myself, is it because...

Thinking of this, Kay Dickman couldn't help but feel happier.

If he was dissatisfied with rushing out just now, then even if he was driven away, he would not leave now.

The reason is very simple. He thinks that another idiot has come to his door on his own initiative.

Woolf, Kerkhoff, who would have thought that the next one would be the famous Yang Huan!

Thinking of this, Kai Dickman couldn't help reaching out his hand through his clothes, and touched the mobile phone in his pocket, um, I didn't forget it at home, it's good, I have to get ready later.

"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 had no choice but to stretch out the hand that was touching the phone.

"Come on, please sit down!"

"Thanks!"

After the two sat down, Yang Huan kept staring at Dickman and smiling, which made Dickman a little embarrassed.

Gradually, I felt a little guilty.

As a last resort, the hand that was originally looking for an opportunity to insert it into the pocket of his trousers had to be placed on the table.

Sure enough, as soon as he did this, Yang Huan spoke up.

"I have always heard about Mr. Dickman, but I have never had the opportunity to meet him. It is a pity."

Yang Huan took the initiative to stand up and poured a cup of tea for Dickman, who was flattered and quickly stood up too.

"This is the first time I have met Mr. Dickman. I came here with honesty and no suspicion. I just want to make friends. I hope Mr. Dickman will do the same."

These words stopped in Dickman's ears, somewhat embarrassing.

Because he has counted the president of Germany and the chairman of the board of directors of Hamburg successively.

But now it seems that Yang Huan is completely different from those two idiots. At least, he is wary of recording.

Well, let's be honest, anyway, who is afraid of whom?

Thinking of this, Dickman took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, shook it at Yang Huan, and put it on the table.

"Shouldn't I be honored to have Young Master Huan come to the door in person and take the trouble to arrange it?"

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 been paying attention to your column all the time. You have mentioned Wangjiang Pavilion many times. For example, you just said not long ago that Tuchel's burger is just like This Wangjiang Pavilion’s preserved egg porridge is the same, remember?”

When Dickman heard it, he couldn't help laughing. It was a metaphor he got by accident, and he himself thought it was very funny.

The preserved egg and lean meat porridge in Wangjiangge uses relatively common ingredients and nothing very high-end, but the porridge cooked is quite delicious. Dickman, who has never liked Chinese food, was completely fascinated.

The same is true for Tuchel's Hamburg. There are no big-name stars, but the team formed has a very good combat effectiveness, and the style of play is also very pleasing, which makes people obsessed.

When Yang Huan said this, Dickman believed that the person on the opposite side was indeed a reader of his column, and immediately, his favor doubled.

But even so, Dickman still has his own professional ethics.

"Master Huan, I know the purpose of your coming to me today. I also think that although I met you 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, why am I looking for you?"

Dickman stared at Master Huan, and said word by word: "Didn't you come here for the whistleblowing information that Kerkhoff and others gave us?"

"Well, yes, you are right." Yang Huan was really frank.

"But you misunderstood the person. You should know that the way we act in Bild, we rely on poaching people to gain sales. If you want us to give up, then you should look at our past."

What Dickman meant was to remind Yang Huan that even German President Woolf couldn't make him surrender, only Yang Huan would do?

Yang Huan laughed, nodded and said, "You are right, Mr. Dickman, but I never thought of persuading you, nor did I ever think of asking you to give up any news reports that are not good for me."

When Dickman heard this, he was surprised, "Then the purpose of your coming today..."

Yang Huan stared at the middle-aged German opposite, and laughed, "I heard that Mr. Dickmann is a famous machine gun in the German media. He has knocked down countless celebrities with one pen. He has never been afraid of power and vowed to expose the truth……"

Being praised by Master Huan like this, Dickman really couldn't stand it because he was thick-skinned.

He is indeed not afraid of power, but where is he willing to die to expose the truth?

Even, sometimes, he obviously has no truth, so he has to make up a truth, okay?

"Mr. Dickman, I feel that the information and clues given to you by Kerkhoff and others are too little."

When Dickman heard this, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But Young Master Ke Huan stared at him, and smiled, "So, today, I made a special trip to send you bullets!"

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