The three of them joined hands and lifted both pigs into the back of the tractor.
Fleischer put down the handbrake and the tractor chugged toward the factory building down the slope.
Sitting in the back bucket, Dong Qiangqiang glanced at Lei Lanting, who was closing his eyes and concentrating next to him, and asked in a low voice: "Do you think we have a chance?"
Lei Lanting responded with a slight purr.
Looking at the green mountains and plains, and thinking about the money he might get, Dong Qiangqiang felt indescribably happy. With the bumping of the tractor on the mountain road, he actually felt a little tired.
Just as Dong Qiangqiang was thinking about the wonderful money scene, the mobile phone in his pocket rang. I took out my phone and looked at it, but it was an unknown phone number.
"hell?"
"Hello, I'm Artai." A Chinese message with a southern accent came from the phone.
Dong Qiangqiang quickly recalled that he didn't know anyone named 'Artai' either at home or after coming to Germany. He politely replied: "Hello, is there something wrong?"
"I am... Jin Yuan's... friend." Artest hesitated for a moment, his voice sounded distant, as if he was far away from the microphone, "He... asked me to contact you."
Hearing Jin Yuan's name, Dong Qiangqiang sat upright in the back bucket: "Do you know Jin Yuan too?"
"Do you have time now?" Artest said in a consultative tone, "I have something I want to talk to you face to face."
"Well, I'm afraid not now. Can you do it tonight? Meet me at the McDonald's at the train station at 19:30?"
"Okay." Artest warned, "Please come alone."
After putting down the phone, Dong Qiangqiang felt all his sleepiness disappear. He hadn't seen Jin Yuan for nearly two weeks since the last time they said goodbye outside the driving school. Especially since Jin Yuan's cell phone couldn't get through, he couldn't contact him at all.
This man named Atai claims to be Jin Yuan's friend, but why has he never heard Jin Yuan talk about him? What would he have to say to himself?
Full of questions, Dong Qiangqiang sat in the tractor and drove into Fleischer's pig farm.
During the stalemate between Yu Jianghai and the young male policeman, a burst of German chatter suddenly came from the walkie-talkie on the male policeman's waist. There seemed to be noisy people shouting and car horns. Yu Jianghai heard He was talking intermittently. Although he didn't understand everything, he probably knew that someone was asking about the male police officer's work progress.
The young male police officer frowned and spoke a few words into the intercom, then glared at Yu Jianghai and quickly flashed his ID. Before he could put it away, Yu Jianghai suddenly said coldly: "I didn't see it."
The fat man was worried that Yu Jianghai would make things worse, so he quickly tugged on his sleeve from behind and reminded in a low voice: "He can force you to produce your ID. If you don't cooperate, he can arrest you directly."
Yu Jianghai glanced at the fat man with contempt, and the fat man nodded towards him and took half a step back.
The person on the intercom seemed to say something again, and the male policeman raised his ID in front of Yu Jianghai angrily: "Did you see it clearly?"
Yu Jianghai quietly showed his student ID card.
The male policeman glanced at Yu Jianghai's student ID card angrily, and did not reach out to take it. Instead, he said in a very unhappy tone: "I want the ID. Don't you have a passport?"
Yu Jianghai silently took out his passport from his pocket and handed it over. The male policeman took the passport and spoke to the intercom while looking up and down at Yu Jianghai, who was covered in scars.
A few minutes later, a reply came over the intercom, and the male policeman returned the passport to Yu Jianghai with a little frustration. Then he opened the book and began to ask Yu Jianghai what happened.
With the experience of calling the police yesterday, Yu Jianghai knew what issues the police would be concerned about, so he concisely recounted the entire story of the second attack, without saying a word that should not have been said.
However, the male policeman did not record most of what he said in his notebook, but simply wrote a few words. After Yu Jianghai noticed the other party's behavior, he immediately stopped dictating.
Seeing that Yu Jianghai suddenly stopped talking, the male policeman asked suspiciously, "So you were beaten yesterday and again today?"
"yes."
"Have you offended anyone recently? For example, have you had a conflict with anyone at school or in life? Or have you ever hit someone?"
"What do you mean?" Yu Jianghai asked warily, "Did you just say that I committed a crime?"
"I didn't say that, I just asked. Some things may have happened but you quickly forgot about it." The male policeman said sophistry, "After all, it rarely happens here that we attack the same person two days in a row. , its purpose is very clear, not like a random crime, but more like revenge."
Yu Jianghai replied without hesitation: "I have never had a conflict with anyone."
"If not," the male police officer asked reluctantly, "then have you had any strange experiences recently?"
"The strangest experience I have had recently was that after calling the police yesterday, I immediately told the police about the other party's threat to me, but the police did not take it seriously. I also expressed my wish for the police to patrol the surrounding areas, but they were Rejected." Yu Jianghai sarcastically said, "This is the strangest thing."
"This is normal. Our manpower is very tight, and the location here is relatively remote. It is difficult to ensure that we patrol here all the time." The young male police officer said impatiently, "If everyone asks us for protection, the police will be too busy. .”
"Then what are you going to do now? I have been attacked twice." Yu Jianghai asked, "I think this is a xenophobic attack specifically targeting foreigners. Why don't you police pay attention to the victim's thoughts?"
"Why do you think the other party is targeting you specifically?" the male police officer denied, "We cannot draw such a conclusion yet."
"Do I have to be beaten again tomorrow to prove it?" Yu Jianghai asked.
The male policeman ignored Yu Jianghai's questioning. After pressing the call button on the walkie-talkie and speaking a few words, he waved his hand casually and ordered: "Take me to the scene to have a look."
Fleischer gave Dong Qiangqiang and Lei Lanting some bread and water, and then took the two pigs into the examination room.
"Old Dong, these two pigs can be sold for 3,000 marks at worst." Lei Lanting took a bite of rye bread, but the bread was hard and dry. He chewed it twice and couldn't chew it. He turned around and vomited again, "If They are all breeding pigs, so that’s 4,000 marks. From now on, we can make money just by doing this.”
"Don't be too happy yet. He said last time that we must have a company to do business with him."
"I think he might have just said that casually," Lei Lanting said disapprovingly, "Do you really believe it?"
While the two were talking, the door on the other side of the pig farm opened, and a short and stocky German walked in.
Dong Qiangqiang and Lei Lanting both thought he was an employee of the pig farm, so they didn't pay attention and continued to discuss in a low voice. The short German man walked up to the two of them with square steps, stared at them for a while, and suddenly asked in a thick South German accent: "Are you the two people who helped Fleischer catch the pig?"
