The old man was about sixty years old, with thick gray hair. Although he had a kind and kind-hearted look, there was an indescribable air of calmness and dignity between his brows. He must have been a ruthless character when he was young. He was wearing a washed-white blue-gray cloth gown that was clean and decent. There was a cloth bag hanging on his back, and he was holding a worn notepad in his hand. The edges of the notebook had been rolled up, and it looked like he had been flipping through it frequently.
Dong Qiangqiang has been a tour guide for a long time and knows what domestic tourists are like. As soon as he saw the other party's clothes, he knew that he was not an ordinary tourist. In all likelihood, he was visiting relatives and friends. He immediately guessed that the other party wanted to ask Lu, immediately responded with a smile: "Uncle, where do you want to go?"
Upon hearing Dong Qiangqiang's question, the old man smiled, showing two rows of neat white teeth, and handed the book to Dong Qiangqiang, without saying a word: "I want to go to this place to see my daughter, but I don't know how to take a car. I want to ask you to help me." have a look."
"No trouble." Dong Qiangqiang took the notebook and asked while scanning the contents, "Do you have a map?"
The old man smiled and patted his trouser pockets with both hands. Dong Qiangqiang understood and thought to himself: If you don't know the way, you don't bring a map with you, you're stupid. But he didn't have a map of Hamburg with him. Suddenly he saw a bright light behind the old man, and he suddenly had an idea: "Wait for me here, I will come back quickly."
In less than half a minute, Dong Qiangqiang ran out of the Golden Circle Hotel holding a map of Hamburg.
"Uncle, if you want to go to the place marked with a red circle, you have to get on the bus from there." Dong Qiangqiang pointed to the bus shelter 20 meters away, "You first take bus 83 and take 10 stops to a stop called 'Artillery Factory' The bus, remember it’s 10 stops, then wait for the 202 bus, get on the bus and sit at the terminal, which is not far from the address on your book, probably less than 100 meters. Do you remember it?”
The old man smiled silently again, and Dong Qiangqiang understood instantly: "Then I will write it in a notebook for you. You must follow the notebook and you will definitely not make a mistake."
Under the close observation of the old man, Dong Qiangqiang wrote down the order of bus rides in the book one by one, and handed it back to the old man after checking that it was correct.
"Do you have your daughter's phone number? I can call her first and ask her to pick you up at the station." Dong Qiangqiang suggested.
"My daughter can't pick me up today because she has something to do. You made it very clear. I think I should be fine. Thank you, young man." The old man held his bag and said lightly, "Meeting by chance is fate. Since you and I are destined, I I can give you a hexagram for free."
"What did you give me?" Dong Qiangqiang thought he heard wrongly.
The old man's expression was serious, and it didn't look like he was joking: "It can be either fortune telling or fortune telling. Tell me which one you want to choose."
Dong Qiangqiang suddenly realized: Damn, are the fortune-telling routines so deep now? Just now you said you were going to see the child, but then you turned around and started reading my face. Isn't this too ridiculous?
Thinking of this, Dong Qiangqiang imitated the old man's action and patted his trouser pocket: "Sorry! I have no money. You have found the wrong person."
"I don't want money." The old man held up his notepad, "We are destined to be together."
"You can help me with the calculations. I'm not sure I'm going to lose your face. I'm accurate in five disadvantages and three shortcomings. So thank you. I don't count." It's not that Dong Qiangqiang doesn't believe in fortune telling. On the contrary, he strongly believes in the gossip about nature and the day after tomorrow. Mysterious culture, but he didn't like to let a stranger do the math for him in the scene before him.
The old man didn't expect that Dong Qiangqiang would decline him. He stared at his face for a long time as if reading some message on his face, and suddenly said in a confused sentence: "The title on the gold list is not now. It has the appearance of wealth and honor. Take care of yourself."
Dong Qiangqiang was caught off guard by the other party's first sentence, and was immediately stunned. There was only one voice echoing in his mind: Can't, right?
After the old man said that, without waiting for Dong Qiangqiang to ask further questions, he turned around and walked towards the station. He didn't mention Gua Jin at all and left Dong Qiangqiang alone in a daze.
Dong Qiangqiang was hesitating whether to catch up and ask what happened, when Duanmu's overseas phone number was pulled over.
"How is it?" Duan Mu asked.
"I returned the box of wine and money to the other party, but after leaving the hotel, I met a strange man..." Dong Qiangqiang murmured, looking at the old man's thin back.
"wack?"
As soon as Duanmu finished speaking, a black Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle suddenly stopped next to Dong Qiangqiang. At the same time, there was a harsh brake sound and a slight smell of brake pads.
He was worried that he was blocking other people's way, so he unconsciously took two steps to the side. While continuing to talk to Duanmu on the phone, he turned to look at the car.
Just as he turned his head, he saw the car door being opened from the inside, and at the same time there were rapid footsteps in his ears.
Two strong men of about the same height as him, with broad shoulders and round waists, blocked him on the left and right. There was also a man in black clothes and sunglasses sitting in the car.
When Dong Qiangqiang saw the other person at first glance, he thought he looked familiar, but when he saw it a second time, he remembered that the other person seemed to be the bodyguard who stood next to Sergeyla yesterday.
"Is it you?" Dong Qiangqiang looked at the other party hesitantly, not knowing what the other party wanted to do, "Is something wrong?"
"Me? I'm fine." Duanmu on the other end of the phone was confused by Dong Qiangqiang's words, "What weirdo did you just say?"
The bodyguard in the car tilted his head towards the back seat behind him and motioned for Dong Qiangqiang to sit in.
Dong Qiangqiang didn't want to get in the car. He was thinking of countermeasures quickly, and at the same time, he paid attention to whether there was any place around him that he could dodge.
But there were no buildings around him to hide in, not to mention that he was blocked by two people on the left and right.
Seeing Dong Qiangqiang's reluctance, the bodyguard took off his sunglasses. Dong Qiangqiang immediately noticed something pressing against his waist.
The moment he touched it, Dong Qiangqiang felt that the thing should be a gun. He did not expect to encounter a fearless robber in a public place outside the hotel, although the other person could not be considered a robber in the true sense. He remembered Lao Bai's teachings, so he tried his best to stay calm, and asked calmly: "Is it Mr. Sergeira who wants to see me?"
"Get in the car." The bodyguard ordered expressionlessly, looking very impatient.
The person behind Dong Qiangqiang hit Dong Qiangqiang with a gun and signaled him not to dawdle. He turned his head subconsciously, and just as he was about to say something, he saw a black mass coming towards him.
Before he could react, his head was covered by a black bag. Two strong men took action at the same time, and Dong Qiangqiang was pushed directly into the car.
The black Mercedes-Benz quickly merged into the vast traffic flow on the road and disappeared after a few overtakes.
The two elderly doormen at the Golden Circle Hotel watched indifferently what happened to Dong Qiangqiang, but they were as indifferent as if they saw nothing. They neither called the police nor shouted in panic. There was only a muddy and sophisticated gray in their eyes. .
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