After Dong Qiangqiang was confused for a few minutes, his first reaction was to call back the number that his mother had just called.
Since the landline number at home has changed, maybe the number just now is the new number at home.
But if that was the case, why didn't his father tell him about the phone change? Dong Qiangqiang was muttering to himself when the call was connected.
Before he could speak, a female voice that could be heard as a recording and with a clear accent floated softly and slowly into Dong Qiangqiang's ears: "Dear customer, hello! The number you are dialing now is the switchboard of China Telecom's Shangdi Business Office. For directory enquiries, please dial zero." After that, the female voice spoke in English again.
Shangdi business hall? Dong Qiangqiang was completely confused as to why his parents came so far to call him. But he also knew in his heart that it was obvious that this phone call would not find his parents.
After thinking about it, Dong Qiangqiang thought of an uncle named Zheng who lived in the same building as his parents.
Although Dong Qiangqiang's family lives in a building, Dong's father and Dong's mother rarely interact with people in the same building. Speaking of which, Dong's father has some friendship with this Uncle Zheng. They have spoken several times. Maybe he can help him go home. Ask.
Dong Qiangqiang's cell phone did not contain the Zheng family's phone number. He rummaged in the suitcase for a long time before finding an address book of domestic personnel that he had brought out from a paper bag. He clicked on the picture and dialed the Zheng family's phone number.
It's around 12 noon in German summer time, which is around 18pm domestic time, which is exactly the time for the family to have dinner. The phone rang for a few seconds and someone picked up immediately.
"Who is this?" A young man's voice came from the phone, his mouth was a little slurred, and he seemed to be chewing something.
"Oh, hello, I'm Dong Qiangqiang on the second floor." Dong Qiangqiang couldn't hear the other party's voice, so he quickly announced his home address.
"Who?" The young man obviously didn't recognize his voice.
"Hello, I live in Room 201, Floor 2, Gate 3, Building 7. My name is Dong Qiangqiang, and my father's name is Dong Haitao. Is Uncle Zheng at home?" Dong Qiangqiang raised his voice.
"Oh, it's on the second floor. Just wait..." The man put down the phone and shouted, "Uncle, I'm looking for you."
There was a sound of footsteps approaching from far away.
"Hello, who are you?" A strong baritone voice sounded next to Dong Qiangqiang's ears.
"Hello, Uncle Zheng, my name is Dong Qiangqiang, and my dad's name is Dong Haitao. My house is downstairs from yours, 201 on the 2nd floor. Do you still remember me?"
"Oh, Qiang Qiang? Of course I remember you. I met your father and mother downstairs two days ago and they were moving. I heard your father said that you went to Germany, and you still have a future..."
"Oh, you said..." Dong Qiangqiang said suspiciously, "You met my parents moving?"
"Well, yes, they don't seem to live here anymore." Lao Zheng seemed surprised, "Didn't your parents tell you?"
"No." The more Dong Qiangqiang listened, the more he felt there was something going on. "When did you meet my dad?"
"Just two days ago, well, it seemed... Friday noon." Lao Zheng recalled.
"Well, do you know where they moved?" Dong Qiangqiang asked.
"Hey, I didn't know that." Old Zheng said with a smile.
Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help but smile bitterly: He was really ill and sought medical treatment. Who would care about other people's private affairs?
"Thank you, Uncle Zheng, I won't disturb you anymore." Dong Qiangqiang politely prepared to end the conversation. After all, international long-distance phone calls costing several marks per minute are not cheap.
"Remember to come back to China to see your aunt and me. You are our role model for Pinfang. I asked her to learn German like you. After graduation, she will go abroad to make a lot of money. Hahahaha...it's better to go abroad. , there’s money everywhere.”
Dong Qiangqiang said a few polite words and hung up the phone angrily, but dozens of question marks popped up in his heart. Now it seems that when his parents call him, in addition to telling him that the family has no foreign debt, they should also have a subtext to report that they are safe. No wonder his father didn't let him write letters home in the end. He said it was a renovation of the community mailbox, but in fact it was just a change of place. But why did Hao Duanrui suddenly move? But on the other hand, if the parents really move, it becomes much more reasonable to change the landline and go to the Shangdi business office to make international long distance calls.
The more Dong Qiangqiang thinks about it, the more puzzling it becomes. The only thing he can confirm now is that his parents are definitely safe. As for why he moved without telling him, he can only wait until his parents call him next time to find out.
Fortunately, his father's email address would not be moved. Dong Qiangqiang depressedly wrote an email to his father, explaining what information he asked his father to prepare, and then waited for his email notification. Once he figured out the address of the Beijing AP agency, he would immediately notify his father to send it. Publish his various materials.
He originally wanted to ask his parents about their move in the email, but after thinking about it for a few minutes, he deleted what he had written. He knew that there must be a reason why his parents didn't tell him. If they didn't want to tell him, it would be useless to ask him.
After several phone calls, Dong Qiangqiang's originally cheerful mood seemed to be muddy. He couldn't explain why, but he was slightly worried.
When he opened the door and walked into the kitchen, he saw Lao Bai concentrating on the financial newspaper that Dong Qiangqiang read every morning. It was densely marked with new words and their meanings. Dong Qiangqiang's views on some financial news and stocks were also written next to the news.
Seeing Dong Qiangqiang come in, Lao Bai originally wanted to politely ask how everything was going at home, but seeing Dong Qiangqiang's face looking gloomy, he immediately changed his mind. At the same time, he embarrassedly pushed the newspaper away, pointed at the fish and asked, "Well, what do you want?" Don’t you want to heat it up?”
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting," Dong Qiangqiang said apologetically, "There's something going on at home."
"Understood, understood." Lao Bai rubbed his hands and asked, "Then go and do your work. I will just take care of this."
"Oh no, it's been dealt with. Let's continue the topic." Dong Qiangqiang waved his hand and said, "You said that with a driver's license, you can get a more profitable job than going to a Volkswagen factory. Are you in Hannover?"
Although Dong Qiangqiang has not been in Germany for a long time, after a month of contact, he knows that many people are not willing to share this kind of money-making work with others. After all, there are many students in Hannover, and there are many students in Hannover. Not to mention the people who come to Hannover by train from Lower Saxony and even from East Germany to look for work during the holidays. They are like crucian carp crossing the river. Among these job seekers, there are not only Chinese students, but also many foreign students, as well as cheap labor from all over the world.
But only a few people are lucky enough to find a job. Because it is always a few people who have valuable information.
Dong Qiangqiang was too embarrassed to ask Lao Bai directly: Is it convenient to reveal something? Instead, he used a more tactful method and asked him if the job was in Hanover.
Lao Bai smiled heartily, looked into Dong Qiangqiang's eyes and said in a light tone: "Yes, and no."
What he said made Dong Qiangqiang even more curious. He simply opened the skylight and said frankly: "Can you be more specific?"
"Actually, it's just three words," Lao Bai held out three fingers, "Be a tour guide."
"The kind that leads domestic tour groups?" Dong Qiangqiang thought that the other party was going to say some inside information that he had never heard before, but it turned out that he was a tour guide. He raised his eyebrows, "How much money can you make with that kind of thing? Are you trying to attract tourists?" Go to some remote German countryside and force them to consume?”
Hearing the mockery in Dong Qiangqiang's words, Lao Bai suddenly laughed. He silently picked up a piece of elbow meat and chewed it with relish.
Dong Qiangqiang thought: Is there a way here?
Thinking of this, Dong Qiangqiang hurriedly restrained his attitude and said respectfully: "Old Bai, I'm new here and I'm not familiar with the place. I hope you can give me some advice."
Lao Bai smiled nonchalantly and said: "Many people think that you can't make money as a tour guide, so it's normal for you to say that. But you can actually make money in any industry, as long as you can find asymmetric information in the industry."
Dong Qiangqiang's eyes lit up and he blurted out: "You mean to use information asymmetry to make a profit?"
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