Dong Yiqing was startled by his actions. She instinctively ducked to the side and glared at him fiercely.
Seeing that the sneak attack failed, Zhang Shuo wiped his hands on his pants angrily, then took off his sunglasses and looked at Dong Yiqing with a playful smile: "Why are you so beautiful every time I see you? How can I compare with you and my other girls?" Friends are like ugly people.”
Dong Yiqing didn't want to talk to him, so she took a few steps away. At this moment, the door of the State Administration of Foreign Exchange opened and she quickly stepped in.
Zhang Shuo curled his lips and followed in.
*
Dong Qiangqiang stood at the door of the city hall with sleepy eyes, holding a pile of materials in his hand.
If Lei Lanting hadn't reminded him last night, he would have completely forgotten that he should register at the city hall. Fortunately, he has been in Germany for less than a week, which is more than enough time.
The German government stipulates that foreign students studying in Germany must report to the city hall in their city as soon as possible so that the government can keep abreast of the local population situation.
The city hall opened at eight o'clock. Dong Qiangqiang had not yet woken up. He walked into the city hall in a daze, randomly picked a number on the queuing machine, turned around and sat on a chair to wait for his number to be called.
*
Dong Yiqing received the number 1. She walked with the number plate and read the paper posted on the door of the visa office. Many institutions in Germany are like this: business leaders are divided according to the applicant's surname.
Dong Yiqing walked to the office door with "AE" on the door, raised her hand and knocked lightly. A few seconds later, she heard a middle-aged woman's voice coming from the door: "Please come in."
She opened the door and saw an expressionless middle-aged German woman sitting behind a large desk. She had short gray hair, wore a pair of light brown glasses, and had a thin face that looked a bit... old. A navy blue slim-fitting long-sleeved shirt highlighted her slender figure, and a gold brooch was pinned to the collar on her chest. She looked down at the materials in her hands and said without raising her head: "Hello, please sit down."
"Hello. I'm applying for a visa extension." Dong Yiqing said as he carefully took out a large cowhide envelope from his purse, took out the materials from the envelope, and placed them all in front of the other party.
The visa officer stretched out his slender arm and picked up Dong Yiqing's materials one by one to check them, checking them with the information on her computer from time to time. The office was very quiet, and he could only hear the ticking sound of the clock on the wall.
Time passed slowly, and she finally picked up the last document-Dong Yiqing's bank deposit statement.
"What happened to this money?" After comparing several bills, the visa officer pointed to the most recent deposit record and asked, "Why does it suddenly appear here?"
Dong Yiqing's heart skipped a beat: She was really afraid of something.
"This... is the living expenses my parents asked someone to bring me from China." Dong Yiqing explained quickly.
"Brought here by someone?" She looked suspicious, "Are you alone?"
"No, no, a few classmates, they all returned to China to visit relatives." Dong Yiqing added.
"Except for this money, I see that you have no other stable income this year?" The visa officer's expression became more serious, "Are you living here entirely on your parents' living expenses?"
"Yes, my parents give me support in study and life every year." Dong Yiqing whispered, "They don't want me to be distracted from my studies."
The visa officer had a straight face and didn't say a word. He didn't know what he was thinking. The atmosphere in the room seemed to have solidified. Dong Yiqing's heart suddenly became uneasy, and she suddenly had a bad premonition.
"I can't give you a one-year visa." The visa officer said coldly.
"Why...can't you give it?" Dong Yiqing felt puzzled, "I have a registration certificate, insurance certificate, rental contract, and there is still a deposit in the account."
"You only have this deposit and no other income, which is very unstable." The visa officer said seriously, "And there is no transfer record of this money. I cannot confirm its source. If you borrowed this money, Then it is possible that it will be transferred soon.”
"But this is obviously my money." Dong Yiqing said aggrievedly, "Mr. Asile gave me a one-year visa last year."
"Now the policy has been adjusted. We will strictly review whether every international student has the ability to study and live in Germany. Moreover," she paused, "Mr. Asler has retired."
Dong Yiqing didn't expect that she would come out like this. She didn't know what to say for a moment and stared blankly out of the window without saying a word.
The visa officer quickly stamped Dong Yiqing's visa application form, and then stamped her passport. Just when she was about to put her passport into the machine to print a new visa, Dong Yiqing suddenly had an idea. now.
"Well... what if this money stays on my account for a year? Can you give me a one-year visa?"
The visa officer shook his head: "I have already said that your savings are only one aspect. If you want to extend your application for a longer period, you need to provide a stable income certificate."
"Is it okay to work as a mini-worker with 400 marks per month?"
"Of course you can, but just one month's income is not enough, you need continuous income." The visa officer started the machine, and the new visa was slowly laser-printed on one page of the passport.
"Come again in three months." The visa officer returned the passport to Dong Yiqing.
"What if I find a stable job within three months?" Dong Yiqing bit her lip.
"Then you can come to me to change your visa at any time." The visa officer put the passport on the table and lowered his head to continue reviewing other materials.
Dong Yiqing picked up her passport and walked out of the gate of the State Administration of Foreign Exchange in depression. As soon as she went out, she saw a face that disgusted her.
"Come on, beautiful lady, the weather is so nice, let's go have coffee?" Zhang Shuo invited with a smile.
Dong Yiqing glanced at him angrily and walked towards the station. It seemed that the money had stayed in her account longer than she thought. She was thinking about how to tell Dong Qiangqiang about it.
She walked in front, and the Porsche slowly followed her. The people in the car shouted loudly: "Let's go? Stop pretending, we are so tired!"
Dong Yiqing was upset. She stood still, turned around, and said back angrily: "Isn't it great to have money? It's not from your family. If you have the ability, earn it yourself!"
"Hey," Zhang Shuo grinned happily, revealing his yellow teeth, "Is the beauty finally willing to talk to me?"
"Stay away from me!" Dong Yiqing yelled impatiently. Deep down in her heart, she has always looked down on a rich man like Zhang Shuo, who can't study or make money. He clings to his parents' bodies like parasites and sucks their blood. Although she also gets living expenses from her parents, she thinks that people like herself and Zhang Shuo are still different in nature.
"I'm so anxious..." Zhang Shuo responded with a smile, as if he was used to Dong Yiqing's attitude towards him.
Dong Yiqing quickened his pace, but it made no sense in front of the car.
"I heard that you don't work part-time, so aren't you just eating your old age? Isn't it fun to laugh at fifty steps and laugh at a hundred steps?" Zhang Shuo mocked in a sinister way while driving, "Why are you pretending to be a goddess..."
"You..." Dong Yiqing was about to retort, but suddenly she didn't know how to say it and couldn't help but froze on the spot.
*
Dong Qiangqiang was sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt someone pushing him.
"Wake up." A staff member in the city hall pushed his shoulder, "You can't sleep here."
"Oh, I'm... here to register." Dong Qiangqiang was not awake yet and was stammering.
"What's your number?" The staff member saw that he was still holding the number card in his hand.
"Huh? No. 9." Dong Qiangqiang looked at the number.
"It's already passed. It's the 17th now."
"What should we do?"
"Get your number again. We won't be open in the morning for a while."
Dong Qiangqiang stood up, lazily walked to the machine, and accidentally glanced aside.
A dark-skinned European man saw Dong Qiangqiang looking towards him and quickly turned his head to admire the cultural relics in the city hall.
Hannover's City Hall was built between 1900 and 1910. It was "warmly received" by artillery fire during World War II. After the war, it was renovated and reopened to the outside world.
In the lobby on the first floor, in addition to texts, paintings and statues introducing the history of Hanover and its city hall, there are also three groups of large sand tables simulating Hanover's pre-World War II, post-World War II and current urban architectural styles. There are lifelike miniature models of pedestrians, vehicles and animals.
You can also go directly to the top floor of the city hall through the spiral staircase or elevator in the building, and overlook the scenery of the entire city of Hanover, especially the scenery of Mass Lake. Because of this, many tourists from far and wide come to visit the City Hall every day.
Dong Qiangqiang took a new number and walked towards the bench with unsteady steps. He seemed to have seen the European man before, but he couldn't remember exactly where he had seen him.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and he remembered that he had seen the other party under the conveyor belt. But when he looked back again, the man had disappeared from his seat.
