He and Duanmu couldn't find any trace of Anderson before, and they never expected that the other party would take the initiative to call today.
"Dong Qiangqiang?" Anderson's voice has no cadence as always, and there is no emotion. It is completely impossible to judge whether what he is going to tell you next is a good thing or a bad thing.
"Hello! Mr. Anderson." Unsure of the other party's intentions, Dong Qiangqiang's greetings were neither warm nor cold. He had a business-like attitude and never mentioned the current good situation of the fund. "Is there something wrong?"
"Congratulations on your victory," Anderson's tone seemed a bit regretful, "It's a pity that I gave you less money."
It seemed that the other party already knew about Vivendi's release of the second quarter report. Dong Qiangqiang secretly thought about it and responded vaguely.
"You come to Hamburg in the afternoon, the sooner the better. The meeting address will be sent to you shortly." Anderson stated the purpose of his call straight to the point, leaving no room for negotiation.
"Hamburger?" Dong Qiangqiang thought he heard wrongly, and the volume unconsciously increased a few decibels, "Now?"
Before he could ask Anderson why he wanted him to go to Hamburg, Anderson had hung up the phone without any explanation.
Dong Qiangqiang originally thought that the other party was here to inquire, but he never expected that the other party finally called him to ask him to run errands. Is there anything that he couldn't talk about on the phone? And you didn't even give him time to ask. Do you think he is too busy?
Although the other party was an investor, it was too rude. Dong Qiangqiang felt a little dissatisfied and stared at the floor in a daze. After a while, he realized that the phone in his hand rang again.
"You can't imagine who called me just now." Duanmu on the other end of the phone was excited and incoherent. "Guess as hard as you can." He deliberately teased Dong Qiangqiang.
"Isn't it Buffett?" Dong Qiangqiang responded mischievously, "Or is it Soros? Rogers?"
"Don't be poor! Guess seriously!" Duanmu pretended to be dissatisfied.
Dong Qiangqiang said a few more names, but guessed wrong one after another, and finally said lazily: "Let's unveil the name."
His listlessness was like a strong wind, instantly blowing away all Duanmu's excitement, and his mood dropped obviously: "Left from 'Stock Lemon' called me just now and asked me to have lunch at noon tomorrow."
"The boss of the short-selling website? Yes." Dong Qiangqiang said enviously, "You are delicious and learn more."
"What boss? He's just a polished commander." Duanmu sneered, "He just kept talking for a long time and only admitted that we were lucky. In the end, I wanted to greet his family in Chinese on the phone."
Although he said this, Dong Qiangqiang could hear the arrogance in Duanmu's tone. After all, they had made money this time.
Of course, there is still a floating profit.
"This is a rare opportunity. At least meet and have a chat. After all, he has rich experience." Dong Qiangqiang persuaded him kindly.
"This is actually nothing. There were two other phone calls later, both from different funds. They were both interested in us and asked us when the next report would be released."
"Next chapter?" Dong Qiangqiang exhaled, "How can it be so fast? This wave hasn't ended yet. Mu Zai and Rui Zai are both falling, and Prestige Di is hard to say."
"Well, anyway, I have agreed to meet with them. I will talk about the report later. Anyway, the harvest this time is not small. By the way, how is your job of finding a programmer?"
Duanmu still came around.
"There is no progress." Dong Qiangqiang said frustratedly, "The advertisement has been posted for a while, but no one has called or sent resumes. I guess they are not interested in the part-time job that pays 400 euros per month..."
"Where's Hans?" The frustration was easily transmitted to Duanmu on the other side of the ocean through the phone.
"nor."
"We still have to find them, otherwise we will miss a lot of money-making opportunities. I have screened all the historical clients of Arthur Andersen you are looking for. They have either been passed up by N companies, or they are on the verge of bankruptcy. I can't see any in the market. Put options, so you still have to figure it out.”
"Okay." Dong Qiangqiang agreed lightly, and at the same time added, "You can't believe who called me just now."
Duanmu was stunned by Dong Qiangqiang's words. He had just said these words a few minutes ago. He unconsciously followed Dong Qiangqiang's words and asked, "Who beat you?"
"Anderson." Dong Qiangqiang did not deliberately titillate like Duanmu, but directly revealed his trump card and started packing his schoolbag to go out.
As expected, the other end of the phone fell silent, and Duanmu's tone dropped several times: "Why is he calling you?"
"He told me to go to Hamburg immediately."
"Going to Hamburg? What are you doing?" Duanmu asked warily, "You're not going to our office, are you?"
"He didn't say anything." Dong Qiangqiang thought for a while and confirmed, "Yes, he didn't say anything. He just said let me go and hung up."
As soon as Dong Qiangqiang finished speaking, his cell phone beeped twice. As expected, Anderson sent a text message: No. 143 Pilot Street, Golden Circle Hotel.
"I know it's there," Duanmu said without hesitation after listening to Dong Qiangqiang's story. "It's a very famous hotel, and it's..."
"What is it?" Dong Qiangqiang asked.
“The only Russian-owned hotel in Hamburg.”
"You said Anderson asked me to meet at a Russian hotel?" Dong Qiangqiang was puzzled, "Then why?"
"Then how do I know?"
"Do you think I want to go?" Dong Qiangqiang stopped what he was doing unconsciously. He always felt that Duanmu did a better job in the fund's foreign affairs. He didn't like socializing and preferred to deal with numbers.
"I don't know." Duanmu repeated, "If he beat me, I would definitely not go. Maybe that's why he beat you."
"I'm going to take a look."
"Whatever you want." Duanmu said nonchalantly, "Remember, don't sign any documents, and don't agree to anything easily. It's best to record it. After we meet, tell me what you talked about. Do you remember?"
"Okay." Dong Qiangqiang took out the recording pen and threw it into his backpack.
After briefly exchanging words with Lu Shan, Dong Qiangqiang left the house.
After getting off the train and getting into the taxi, Dong Qiangqiang said to the driver, "Go to the Golden Circle Hotel", and the driver skillfully started the car.
The splendid five-star hotel is located on the outer edge of Hamburg. After driving for about 20 minutes, Dong Qiangqiang saw the square figure of the Golden Circle Hotel among a row of traditional German-style buildings.
From a distance, it has a typical Soviet-style architectural style: majestic, magnificent, and boxy, just like an oversized matchbox. The exterior facade composed of beige marble and dark blue glass, as well as the revolving restaurant on the top floor of the hotel, make it look like a giant perfume bottle.
The greeters on both sides of the hotel's main entrance were all burly Russian men with thick beards. They skillfully let Dong Qiangqiang into the lobby.
Anderson did not tell Dong Qiangqiang where to find him in the text message. Dong Qiangqiang could only call Anderson's phone to ask.
But Anderson didn't answer his call.
Dong Qiangqiang turned around and left, but his phone received another text message: Top floor revolving restaurant, table 23.
The high-speed elevator took Dong Qiangqiang to the top floor of the hotel in less than 20 seconds. The moment the elevator door opened, he had a panoramic view of the entire Hamburg city without even having to go to the window.
But Dong Qiangqiang didn't care about the scenery at this time. He looked around at the table numbers of several nearby tables, estimated the possible location of No. 23, and strode over.
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