"You don't need to fill it out!" The landlord tilted his head in the direction of the door with a stern face and ordered in a stern tone, "Please leave immediately."
"I don't understand what you mean." Dong Qiangqiang was confused and couldn't figure out why the other party turned against him faster than flipping through the book.
"My house will not be rented to Chinese people." The middle-aged man replied decisively, and it was clear from his tone that there was no room for maneuver.
"But why?" Dong Qiangqiang was puzzled.
The middle-aged man took Dong Qiangqiang's unfinished paper and rolled it into a ball in his hand, then threw it into the wastebasket aside. Then he waved his hand impatiently, with a look of disgust on his face: "Hurry up! If (you) don't leave, I will Just call the police.”
There is no more explanation, just blatant absurdity.
He could only walk out the door angrily. As soon as his back foot stepped over the threshold, the door slammed behind him.
Dong Qiangqiang was very angry, thinking that even if you don't rent it out, you don't have to be so rude, right? As he walked downstairs, he replayed in his mind everything he said and did after entering the house. He didn't notice that he had done anything out of the ordinary or disrespectful to the other party. It seemed that it was not because of his behavior that the other party refused to rent the house to the Chinese. I didn’t expect that it’s already 2002, and I would still be discriminated against when renting an apartment. I didn’t expect that people with this kind of attitude would be people who look like Kochi. It’s such a big world, and there are all kinds of things.
For the first time, he deeply realized what "culture does not necessarily mean quality".
Standing at the crossroads, looking at the endless stream of faces on the street from all over the world with different skin colors, Dong Qiangqiang still felt incredible and couldn't help but call Du Lan to tell him about his strange experience.
"You know what? That man's attitude was very kind before," Dong Qiangqiang said angrily, "I never thought that he would change his attitude like that later."
“Either he has been hurt by Chinese tenants, or it is pure prejudice.” Du Lan comforted, “There are many such people, not only in renting houses, but also in supermarkets, shopping malls, scenic spots, and even universities. It is normal. Have you never encountered them in Hannover? Besides, aren't you also a tour guide? Have you never encountered them when you were leading a group?"
Dong Qiangqiang recalled carefully for a moment, and said: "I have some impressions when you say that. I met a thief on the first day I landed in Germany, but the German police let him go after asking. Maybe this can't be said to be discrimination, but if I am Germans, I don’t know if the German police will do the same thing. In addition, during the first road test, I was questioned very carefully by the examiner, but this does not seem to be discrimination. After all, mastering traffic rules is also my responsibility for my own life. Look at it this way Come on, it seems that I haven’t encountered any discrimination in Hannover. Of course, compared with here, my search for a house in Hannover was really smooth, and I settled on it after just a few visits. I looked at three of them this afternoon and got one. Not as good as one.”
"What do you mean? I just came to Germany and slept at the Munich train station." Dulan's hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone. "When I moved, I dragged my suitcase on the street in the middle of the night to save money. I almost missed it. I was robbed by some Eastern European gangsters, and it was a homeless man who helped me call the police. I also encountered Nazi robbers when leading a tour in East Germany, but no one cared about it..."
"You are also a legendary woman." Du Lan's experience made Dong Qiangqiang sigh to himself, "Compared with you, this is really nothing. Hey, am I Mrs. Xianglin again?"
"So, if you meet this kind of person, just forget about it. It's not worth thinking about it all the time. There's no need to torture yourself." Du Lan persuaded nicely, "Don't you still have a university dormitory to look at later? "
"I mainly think this kind of person is weird." Du Lan's words have a calming power. Dong Qiangqiang can feel that he is gradually withdrawing from the negative emotions just now, "By the way, I bought a second-hand bicycle. I plan to ride to college now.”
"If the university dormitory is not enough," Du Lan reminded, "You should first find a house where you can live as long as possible from the houses you have seen, and then ride on the donkey to find a horse. In short, don't pursue one step, the perfect house is not What exists is hard to come by.”
"Don't worry, I know what I know. Zheng Chunhua from the student union will take me to a place farther away to look at houses in the evening. There are no other houses to look at today. I will also ask her opinion and try to make a decision today. "
"Then go quickly. Maybe the next house will be the house you have been looking for. I wish you good luck." Du Lan blessed.
The two talked for a while, and then Dong Qiangqiang drove to the university.
Before going abroad, Dong Qiangqiang's means of transportation mainly focused on bicycles, buses, and BJ Metro Lines 1 and 2. When I first arrived in Germany, I mainly used buses. After buying a pickup truck, I rarely had the opportunity to ride a bicycle.
On the way to the University of Trier, you have to pass through a large number of slopes. Some steep slopes are like huge waves that can split mountains and seas. From time to time, large areas of vineyards will flash next to the slopes. Whenever this happens, Dong Qiangqiang will pedal the car very fast before rushing down the slope. He will even arch his body at the steepest point and rush to the top of the steep slope. The highest point is usually above a certain vineyard. He will stare at the greenery swaying in the autumn wind all over the mountains for a while, recalling the good times in the past, and then swoop down among the greenery and experience the speed brought by it. Passion.
He was running like this all the way, sweating profusely, and the feeling of depression caused by looking at houses was gone. After passing a few slopes, the whole person became refreshed.
The appointment for viewing the house was at 17:00, and Dong Qiangqiang arrived at the campus on "Hot Wheels" in 20 minutes. After a brief phone call with the lessor, and getting permission from the other party to view the room in advance, he went straight to his destination, Dormitory Building No. 3.
There are four buildings in the student dormitory area next to the main campus. The old buildings are five stories, and the new buildings are three stories. The dark green exterior walls vary in shades due to time, but they can blend in with the green vegetation that can be seen everywhere in the dormitory area and complement each other. But compared with the private student dormitories Dong Qiangqiang saw by the river in the afternoon, the old buildings are not standard rectangular buildings. Each dormitory building is composed of several regular hexagonal prism buildings, which are quite deconstructive. Dong Qiangqiang was amazed to see them.
There are two parking lots in the dormitory area, one close to the dormitory area and one far away, but the distance is only a hundred meters. Dong Qiangqiang looked around and saw that there were probably hundreds of parking spaces. There were only a dozen or so cars parked at the moment. It seemed that parking would be very convenient in the future.
He strolled into Building 3 and immediately smelled a pungent smell of oil smoke. He is also a person who cooks frequently. He knows without looking that someone is cooking chili in a pot. Foreigners almost never use this technique when cooking, so most likely it is some Chinese student who is starting a meal.
At a glance, all six dormitory doors on the first floor were closed. Listening carefully, it seems that there are still waves of Chinese fluting coming down from upstairs. It seems that the master cook is upstairs.
He walked up the stairs. As soon as he reached the second floor, he saw bursts of white smoke like a white dragon hovering under the ceiling of the second-floor corridor through the glass doors of the corridor and stairwell, but several windows in the corridor were closed. One is open.
No wonder it tastes so bad. Dong Qiangqiang looked behind the glass door while thinking, but unexpectedly saw a dormitory door wide open, and the Chinese he heard just now seemed to be coming from behind this glass door.
He couldn't help but frowned: It's okay to cook with the door closed, but I'm afraid it wouldn't be appropriate to cook with the door open and use a large power amplifier. After all, there are students from other countries in the building. If foreigners think that all Chinese It’s so inappropriate for people to cook like this and not take care of the public environment. If you meet serious foreigners, conflicts will definitely arise. Even if no one takes it seriously, it is not a good thing if the dormitory management finds out.
Thinking of this, he had the intention to go over and remind the other party to pay attention to the impact, but then he thought that since he was new here, he should keep a low profile. It would be better to do less than to do more.
He stepped on the stairs to the third floor, but just after taking a few steps, the disgusting face and vicious words of the third middle-aged man appeared in front of his eyes.
At this moment, a crisp "crack" suddenly came from behind the second-floor glass door, as if something had been thrown into the hot oil, followed by a burst of intensive laughter and clinking of glasses.
Dong Qiangqiang's heart seemed to be pricked by something, and his steps stopped.
He stood on the stairs for a few seconds, then turned around and walked down the stairs. He opened the glass door on the second floor and was immediately hit by a smell that made him almost unable to open his eyes. The smell was too spicy. Already?
While wiping away the smoked tears, he opened all the windows in the corridor and strode towards the dormitory with the door open.
Just when he walked to the door of the dormitory, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.
He turned around and put the phone to his ear.
"Hey, where have you been? Do I need to go downstairs to pick you up?" the lessor's voice came from the mobile phone.
"No, I'm already on the 2nd floor. I'll be there soon."
"Oh, that's good. I thought you were in the wrong building. See you later." The lessor hung up the phone.
When Dong Qiangqiang turned around again, a shirtless man was standing in front of him, and behind him stood a boy with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks and glasses.
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