The revolving restaurant is about 500 square meters in size, with a circular maroon wooden bar in the middle. It is almost five o'clock in the evening, and it is dinner time. It is supposed that there should be a waiter starting to prepare food, but there is no one at the bar.
And not only was the waiter missing, there seemed to be no one in the hall except Dong Qiangqiang.
The restaurant is surrounded by glass walls. Sunlight pours into the restaurant from all directions, and the room is bathed in sunset. Although there was reflective film on the glass wall, the light did not weaken much, and the ground was also reflected so brightly that it blinded people.
After walking around half of the bar, the brightness weakened. Dong Qiangqiang's eyes adjusted for a few seconds, and he immediately noticed that the only table of guests in the restaurant was quietly dining in a corner of the restaurant.
But there was no sign of Anderson at the only table. There were only two people standing and one sitting.
The man standing was about a head shorter than Dong Qiangqiang, but he was half a shoulder wider than Dong Qiangqiang. Dressed in black, wearing sunglasses, and a serious smile, you can tell he is a bodyguard. The person sitting there was bent into a capital letter C, his head tilted forward sharply, and he was concentrating on the food on the plate in front of him, and seemed not to notice Dong Qiangqiang's appearance.
During his previous training, Dong Qiangqiang heard an occasional mention from a boxing coach that many of his former colleagues were working as personal guards for wealthy Russians who lived in seclusion in central and southern Germany. From the looks of it, the diner should be either rich or noble, but right now he doesn't care whether the other person is rich or not. That's not what he has to worry about. He just wants to know why Anderson asked him to come here, and whether it's to catch Zen. What issues need him to deal with personally? He glanced at the text message again suspiciously, making sure that he was not presbyopic, and judging from the table number next to him, that table should be the number given in the text message.
He didn't know what kind of medicine Anderson was selling in his gourd, so he didn't walk over rashly, but called Anderson.
But Anderson still didn't answer. Instead, when he heard the movement on his side, the diner raised his head.
The black-clothed bodyguard stared at Dong Qiangqiang intently and fiercely. Dong Qiangqiang subconsciously avoided the other party's scorching gaze and carefully cast his gaze on the diner next to the bodyguard.
The diner's silvery and sparse hair reflects as brightly as the reflection of the floor under the sunlight. His face, which is full of furrows and wrinkles, seems to be telling the story of the suffering he has suffered. His eyebrows are almost as light as if they were not there at all. The blush on his cheeks extended from his face to his neck, and when he saw the half-empty wine bottle in his hand, Dong Qiangqiang understood everything. It was hard to tell whether he was tipsy or intoxicated. When Dong Qiangqiang looked at him, he was also looking in the direction of Dong Qiangqiang.
Their eyes met, and Dong Qiangqiang was hesitating whether to go over and ask for details. The white-haired man suddenly smiled and raised his hand to make a "come here" gesture to him.
Dong Qiangqiang hesitated for a second, and then unconsciously walked towards the other party. Even he felt surprised.
When he was half a table away from the white-haired man, the bodyguard in black with curly red hair stretched out his hand to stop him.
Dong Qiangqiang heard from his teacher before that many Russian redheads are of German descent.
The bodyguard's chest was very thick, and looked like a large sandbag from a close distance. No, it should be said that it was more like a wall. His little eyes moved alertly, and at the same time he signaled Dong Qiangqiang to raise his arm with a gloomy face.
Dong Qiangqiang threw his bag on the chair next to him and accepted the almost rude inspection obediently. Only then did he notice that the table number was indeed 23.
When he stood in front of the white-haired man, he noticed that the man's masseter muscles were unusually developed.
He remembered someone saying that from a physiognomy perspective, with a few exceptions, for most people, a well-developed masseter muscle is a sign of a craving for food. A craving for food not only indicates poor self-discipline, but also means that the person is more likely to be greedy. .
The white-haired man could not guess what Dong Qiangqiang was thinking at this time, and was still looking at him with squinted eyes with great interest. Whether intentionally or not, he neither introduced himself nor asked Dong Qiangqiang to sit down.
Dong Qiangqiang suspected that he was drunk, so he didn't want to waste time and asked straight to the point in English: "Hello, is Mr. Anderson here? He asked me to come over to meet..."
Before Dong Qiangqiang finished speaking, the white-haired man suddenly smiled like a child, raised his head and muttered something in Russian to the bodyguard. The bodyguard didn't apologize, but still watched Dong Qiangqiang's every move as if he were on guard against thieves.
The white-haired man opened his arms facing Dong Qiangqiang and asked with a smile in harsh English with a heavy accent: "This place is so big, do you think he will be here?"
What the other party said was equivalent to admitting that he did know Anderson. At this time, Dong Qiangqiang had vaguely guessed that Anderson most likely wanted him to come over because he wanted the person in front of him to get to know him. He didn't understand what the purpose of Anderson's arrangement was, but with Anderson Judging from his unfavorable behavior, he definitely wouldn't do it out of happiness or wanting to be nice to Dong Qiangqiang and Duanmu.
The white-haired man smiled and said nothing, lowered his head and began to pour wine into an empty glass in front of him. Dong Qiangqiang noticed that not a drop of wine was spilled, which showed that his hands were very stable, and his hands may even have a certain degree of muscle memory. Even if the person is drunk, the wine will not spill at all.
The rich aroma of the wine entered Dong Qiangqiang's nose uninvited in an instant. He quickly glanced at the bottle and could not understand anything other than "vodka" and "50 degrees" written on the label.
"Excuse me, I wish you a good appetite! Good night." Without seeing Anderson, and there was only a drunkard-like figure in front of him, Dong Qiangqiang didn't want to chat with him, and turned to leave. Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, the bodyguard was already following him. She stood in front of him like a wall, staring at him with a determined and indifferent expression, her eyes full of hostility and threat.
"I heard from Anderson that you are Chinese." The white-haired man said quietly behind Dong Qiangqiang, "Really?"
Seeing that he couldn't escape smoothly and it was impossible to fight against the opponent, Dong Qiangqiang had no choice but to turn half around and greet him in the only Russian he knew: "Davari."
In just a moment, the two wine glasses in front of the white-haired man were filled. He gently pushed the wine glasses in the direction of Dong Qiangqiang and made a gesture to invite him to drink. "I know China also has wine, but compared to our Russian vodka, your wine is as bland and tasteless as plain water."
Dong Qiangqiang worked hard all afternoon. He didn't see anyone or talk to anyone, and he didn't even take a bite of food. He was so hungry that his heart was close to his back. He wanted to leave but was forced to stay. He took the initiative to show his kindness but was met with verbal provocation from the other party. He was suppressed for a long time. The anger finally broke through the last reason, and he jumped out, and immediately replied with a smile: "The wine brewing process of different countries is very different, and the intensity of the wine is never used as an evaluation of the quality of the wine internationally. Standard, just like Germany has many beers with different brewing processes, but no one will say that other brands are bad because their own beer has high malt concentration. I have drunk a lot of vodka in Germany, but to be honest, it is not as strong as I thought. The alcohol content is much lower than that of Chinese liquor.”
Dong Qiangqiang actually researched and bought many vodka brands in Germany because of catching wild pigs before. He knew that vodka is mostly made from grains or potatoes, which are distilled into 70-degree alcohol and then blended with distilled water to 40-50 degrees. In order to pursue the effect of drunken wild boars, he once tried to buy higher alcohol content, such as vodka above 70 degrees, but he actually searched for a while but still to no avail.
"That's impossible!" There was a faint red thread in the white-haired man's eyes, "I've drank your wine and I won't get drunk at all."
"Me too." Dong Qiangqiang retorted not to be outdone.
The white-haired man seemed to be waiting for this sentence. Almost as soon as Dong Qiangqiang finished speaking, he quickly picked up a wine glass on the table and drank it in one gulp, and then slowly showed the empty bottom of his glass to Dong Qiangqiang.
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