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A thin figure wearing sunglasses walked into the coffee shop on the 21st floor of the Golden Circle Hotel and stood still. After a brief inspection, he noticed his target - a white-haired man who was sitting leisurely by the window, drinking coffee and looking towards Looking out the window.
The bodyguard of the white-haired man noticed the man in sunglasses approaching but did not stop him. It was obvious that they knew each other.
As soon as the man in sunglasses walked next to the white-haired man, a waiter immediately approached him.
"Leave now," he said.
When the waiter left with a smile, the man in sunglasses had already sat opposite the white-haired man: "Do you feel satisfied with any of the three groups today?"
The white-haired man nodded at the coffee in front of him, and the man in sunglasses did not refuse. He picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp, as if he was drinking wine.
"What is the name of the group with the best results in terms of current book income?" The white-haired man put down his coffee cup, took out a silver wine pot from his pocket, squinted his eyes to examine the pattern on the pot for a few seconds, and then unscrewed the lid. Greedily took a big gulp.
"Zhu Zen." The man in sunglasses said solemnly, "The last group of Chinese people."
The white-haired man grinned silently, handed the wine bottle to the man in sunglasses, and while the man in sunglasses drank heavily, he ordered: "Chase 500 next time."
The man in sunglasses stopped drinking in a carefree manner, wiped his mouth and asked in disbelief: "500? Isn't it 300?"
The white-haired man turned his face to the window, looked at the bloody setting sun and said quietly: "No matter how delicious the coffee is, it is still coffee. What I need is wine. Liquor!"
The man in sunglasses wanted to ask again, but the bodyguard had quietly stood behind him.
The man in sunglasses noticed the bodyguard's actions and stood up unwillingly. He turned around and wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and left the cafe angrily.
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Dong Qiangqiang grew up in a military compound, just like the kind of compound Jiang Wen photographed here. After school every afternoon, the good students would go to the study room to study voluntarily, while a group of boys who were not very good at studying would go to the playground to play football, run like crazy and sweat, and then go to the public bathhouse in the courtyard to take a shower.
In his impression, the bathhouse was always steaming and filled with mist. Once inside, it was difficult to see your partner, and it was inconvenient to stretch out your hands and grab them. Often, there was only half a meter between them, and two people facing each other could only hear or hear each other. It's someone else.
Dong Qiangqiang felt that he was in a bathhouse now, and the temperature around him was making him sweat and suffocate.
Where am I? He looked around blankly, and could vaguely hear the rising and falling voices coming from the clouds of white mist, but there was still no one in sight.
"Is anyone there?" He shouted with all his strength, feeling like there was an unpeeled lychee stuffed in his throat.
There was a vague light flashing left and right in the mist, as if someone responded, but it was not in a language he could understand.
Black shadows appeared and disappeared in the steaming mist. Dong Qiangqiang was suspicious. Just as he was about to lean forward to take a closer look, he felt that the mist was holding a black shadow and suddenly rushed towards him.
Dong Qiangqiang was startled, and he subconsciously ducked back. Hearing a "bang" sound, the back of his head hit some kind of metal, and he woke up immediately after a burst of pain.
He was half-sitting and leaning against a wall, with a vague white smoke filling his head and surroundings. Although his head was dizzy, his body was weak, and it took a lot of effort to open his eyelids, he could still see. arrive
When he opened his eyes again, there was white mist in front of him, and people in white uniforms and white hats passed quickly in front of him from time to time. But what puzzled him was that not only did no one come to question him, a stranger like him, but no one even looked at him, as if his existence was a matter of course, or as if they thought he didn't exist.
From the employees' clothing, the surrounding equipment, the crisp sounds of various metals, and the unintelligible foreign languages lingering in his ears, Dong Qiangqiang guessed that this was probably the back of the kitchen.
So I'm still in...the revolving restaurant?
This can explain why the other party was surprised when he saw Dong Qiangqiang. It seems that the Russians are more tolerant towards alcohol and drunkards than the Chinese, so they don’t think there is anything strange or shameful about Dong Qiangqiang being drunk, but this can only explain the other party. If you don't look at yourself, you can't explain why Dong Qiangqiang is still in the revolving restaurant.
He glanced down and saw that his shirt was completely soaked and stuck to his body, but he couldn't tell whether it was sweat, wine, or actually moisture.
He didn't know if he was woken up by the heat in the kitchen. He felt like he had been in a sauna. The alcohol in his body evaporated at an accelerated rate. Coupled with sleep, the alcoholism seemed to have completely passed. He just felt tired, but he didn't. The desire to vomit continues.
This was the second time he got drunk since coming to Germany. The last time he got drunk seemed to be the 911 call. He stood up slowly while holding on to the cabinet next to him, and tried to move his steps. Fortunately, he could walk fairly steadily.
A piece of paper quietly fell from his body.
Dong Qiangqiang bent down curiously and picked up the piece of paper. It was a business card.
The business card only has something printed on one side, but only one person's name is printed on it. As for the company name, company address, company phone number, company email, etc., there are no common words on business cards.
Dong Qiangqiang did not understand Russian, but the name seemed familiar, as if he had read it in the newspaper. He tried hard to retrieve it in his memory, but he couldn't make any impression. It seemed that the influence of alcohol on his memory still remained.
He saw a large stainless steel sink next to it, so he walked straight over and leaned down, vigorously rubbing his face with cold water while thinking about how he got here.
Before he could wash his face, he heard someone shouting from behind him. He didn't realize that the other person was calling him at first until someone patted him.
Dong Qiangqiang raised his head with water on his face, and saw a Russian man wearing a tall chef's hat standing in front of him. His hat was obviously higher than others. Dong Qiangqiang guessed that he might be a middle-level chef, such as a head chef.
"Oh, hello." Dong Qiangqiang wiped the water on his hands on his clothes. He extended his hand in a friendly manner and then realized that his clothes were wet and wiping them was in vain.
The man stared at Dong Qiangqiang's face and muttered something. Dong Qiangqiang couldn't understand and had to giggle. Seeing that he didn't understand Russian, the other party said nothing more. He randomly pulled a towel from the shelf next to him and threw it to him. Then he tilted his head slightly towards the back of the shelf, turned around and left. Dong Qiangqiang understood and hurriedly followed.
When the other party led Dong Qiangqiang to a door and then reached out to open the door, Dong Qiangqiang suddenly realized that the other party was letting him go.
Although he didn't know why he appeared in the kitchen, after all, he sobered up here, so he should thank him anyway.
Dong Qiangqiang bowed and said "thank you" and was about to go out when the chef grabbed his arm.
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