"Is there anything else?" Dong Qiangqiang was not sure. Although he was completely sober from the wine, he could not imagine the purpose of the other party grabbing him. Isn't it because he wants money to sober up?
The head chef pressed his palm down, signaling him to wait where he was. Dong Qiangqiang was not in a hurry at first, but turned around and saw mineral water next to him, so he picked up a bottle of mineral water and took a sip.
Not long after, a young man who looked like a teenager came out of the corner holding a large cardboard box. Judging from the swaying way he walked, the weight of the box seemed to be quite heavy.
When he got closer to the two of them, the boy roughly stacked the box on the table next to them with a "clang" sound, with an expression of extreme impatience and relief on his face.
The head chef seemed very dissatisfied with the boy's behavior and reprimanded him loudly. The young man replied with a smile. The chef's face was stern and he raised his hand as if to strike. The young man twisted his body and ran away with a smile.
When the young man put down the carton, Dong Qiangqiang immediately saw the wine piled up in various directions, and it was unbelievable that the box was full.
"What is this?" Dong Qiangqiang asked.
The head chef waved his hand at Dong Qiangqiang with a smile on his face, motioning for him to take the box away.
Dong Qiangqiang randomly picked at the carton a few times. Everywhere he looked was either vodka or whiskey. He really couldn't figure out the other person's intention of giving him a drink after drinking it. Was it to let him exercise his drinking capacity and drink next time?
There seemed to be a brown paper bag hidden in the wine bottle. Dong Qiangqiang thought there was a message inside, but when he opened it, he found that there were only lemons and oranges inside, presumably to drink with wine.
"These...are all for me?" Dong Qiangqiang confirmed in disbelief, "Why?"
The head chef shrugged, Chicken and Duck spoke a few words in Russian, and Dong Qiangqiang became even more confused.
Before he could ask any more questions, a shout came from the back kitchen, and the chef immediately turned his head and shouted back, as if answering the previous question.
An idea flashed through Dong Qiangqiang's mind, and he hurriedly took out the business card from his pocket, pointed to the only name on the business card and asked: "Is this the person who asked you to give me wine?"
The head chef glanced at the name on the business card, nodded, and impatiently asked Dong Qiangqiang to take away the carton, then turned around and disappeared into the back kitchen without waiting for Dong Qiangqiang's reply.
Dong Qiangqiang couldn't guess which song the Russians were singing, so he turned around and left. But after taking two steps, he felt that he would be sorry for what happened to him after he drank and vomited. He thought to himself that even if he didn't drink the wine, he could use it to catch wild boars. It would be better. Being put on the spot without any clear explanation has not yielded any results.
The only doubt tonight is that I don’t know what kind of medicine Anderson sells in the gourd.
Under the envious eyes of the doorman, Dong Qiangqiang walked out of the Golden Circle Hotel with a full box of wine in his arms.
The night fell outside the hotel, and the street lights illuminated the surrounding environment exceptionally brightly. The evening breeze, carrying the coolness of the summer night, gently brushed his face, making him feel much more awake. But his head was still buzzing, and he felt as light as flying in the clouds while walking. Everything around him felt both illusory and real.
After finally waiting for the train back to Hannover, Dong Qiangqiang specially picked a deserted corner and stared at it for half an hour, and then he felt that his soul had returned.
Duanmu was still waiting for him to tell him the result of the meeting, so he dialed Duanmu's cell phone and complained straight to the point: "I just got drunk and vomited all over the floor."
"How much did you drink? How many people were there?"
"Actually, it's not much. There's only one other person." Dong Qiangqiang immediately challenged him to a drinking contest with the white-haired man. The other person was unscathed, but he just drank and vomited. He recounted it honestly, and finally laughed at himself, "The loser It’s embarrassing, but I was really not in a good state today.”
"Did you tell me what his name was?" Duanmu seemed not surprised by what happened to Dong Qiangqiang.
"Wait a minute, I'll read his name to you," Dong Qiangqiang spelled the other person's name according to the English pronunciation, "I don't know how to pronounce this long string of Russian words..."
"Sergeira Ivanov." Duanmu blurted out.
"Do you know this person?" Dong Qiangqiang was slightly surprised, "But even though this name is on the business card, it's not known whether this drunkard used someone else's business card, so we can't..."
"Male, thinning hair, over 50 years old?" Duanmu interrupted.
"Well, it's true that he doesn't have much hair, and he doesn't look young," Dong Qiangqiang recalled, "but I can't tell his age."
"That's right, it's him." Duanmu pretended to be mysterious, "Do you know who he is?"
"Isn't he just an old drunkard?" Dong Qiangqiang felt his head start to hurt again when he thought about what happened in the afternoon. "Don't tell me that he is actually a declining aristocrat with a declining family..."
"You really don't know?"
"Why did you lie to me?"
"That guy started his business by playing with natural gas. It is said that his net worth is several billion dollars. Although he is not ranked among the richest people in Russia, he is much richer than us." Duanmu introduced carefully, "In the past few years, it was said that he had health problems. After leaving Russia, I have been wandering around Europe and the United States, and have been settling in London for the past two years.”
As soon as Duanmu said this, the news he had read suddenly flashed through Dong Qiangqiang's mind, and he said dubiously: "I seem to have some impression of the person you mentioned. Is he the person who was suspected of money laundering by the London police and was investigated? News Li also said that he holds a lot of real estate in high-end residential areas in London, and was recently assassinated by an unknown person due to a business dispute..."
"You don't look like you were just drunk..." Duanmu praised in an appreciative tone, "Yes, he is the notorious investor who is like a street rat."
"But... why did Anderson introduce Lao... him to us?" Dong Qiangqiang threw away the word "rat" on his lips, "We can't even compete with him."
"I guess," Duanmu analyzed, "with Anderson's style, he will definitely not introduce rich people to us for no reason, unless..."
"Unless what?" Dong Qiangqiang asked.
"Unless he wants to give this guy to us."
"Push it to... us?" Dong Qiangqiang's eyes accidentally fell to the bottom of the wine bottle in the carton, and then he noticed that there was a small envelope underneath. Because the color of the envelope was almost the same as the color of the inner wall of the carton, he didn't see it just now. Didn't notice the envelope. With a thought in his mind, he reached out and pulled out the envelope from the pile of wine bottles.
A stack of brand new yellow bills emerged from the lip of the envelope, and Dong Qiangqiang immediately recognized it as a 200 euro banknote. "Holy crap! You can't, right?"
"Are you surprised?" Duanmuhui misunderstood.
"No, no, I'm not talking about you, I mean, besides liquor, he also gave me money."
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