Chapter 100 Shocking News! Newsboys...
Chapter 100 Shocking news!
There are also many people who read books for free in German bookstores. When the clerk urges them, a few people hold the books and go to check out, while most people reluctantly put down the books and leave silently.
Everyone queued up to pay in order, and when someone occasionally spoke, they spoke in a low voice, and everything was in good order.
When it was Yan Jiuru's turn, the clerk saw that he had a lot of books and gave him a free cloth bag. He neatly put the books and the receipt in it and smiled, "Thank you for your purchase. Have a nice weekend!"
Having seen so many cold stares from waiters back home, the Demon Lord couldn't help but smile when faced with the smiling and polite service: "Vielen Dank! Schnes Wochenende!"
After buying the train ticket, Yan Jiuru only had a few coins left in his pocket, but he still couldn't hide his good mood.
***
However, this good mood disappeared when I got out of the elevator and saw Wang Bidada.
The man was holding a cigarette and staring at the elevator door, obviously waiting for him.
Yan Jiuru walked towards the room on his own.
"Hey, Comrade Yan!"
"I say that young people nowadays are so rude. Isn't it really uncultured to ignore the elders?"
Yan Jiuru glanced at him. "You have good manners and are polite enough to say 'hello'? Which master taught you manners and good manners?"
"If you have something to say, just say it..."
Please think about the next sentence yourself.
Wang Bi Da's face darkened: "Young man, don't be so angry. This is not the right attitude for a conversation."
Yan Jiuru was too lazy to pay attention to him and pushed the door with his elbow.
Ge Xinghuo opened the door in his slippers: "Hey, you're back."
"Look, I've been knocking on your door several times looking for you."
Yan Jiuru turned around and walked into the door. With a tap of his foot, the door slammed shut right against Wang Bidada's nose.
Ahem, I’m used to closing the door with my foot in the school dormitory, so I have to be careful.
“Buckle, buckle, buckle!”
Wang Bi Da shouted outside the door: "Why are you like this? You almost hit my nose."
"Hey, come out, come out for a moment, I want to talk to you."
Yan Jiuru rolled his eyes and ignored him.
Ge Xinghuo shrugged and whispered, "Believe it or not, he will keep knocking..."
It's disturbing the people!
Yan Jiuru sighed, took out a few thick reference books, and said to Ge Xinghuo, "See if there's anything you're interested in. I'll go and listen to what he wants to say."
***
Wang Bidada was raising his hand to knock on the door again.
The door suddenly opened.
"Oh, you are such a person~"
Just give him a good scare.
Yan Jiuru rolled his eyes and walked towards the smoking area with a ruthless pace, half leaning against the wall with his arms folded. "Go ahead."
Wang Bidada looked up at him. The other person was nearly 1.9 meters tall and seemed a little condescending to him.
He took a step back, keeping his distance, held the cigarette horizontally under his nose and sniffed it before saying, "Comrade Xiaoyan, you were a bit impulsive about what happened this morning."
"Of course, I also made mistakes. I've already written a self-criticism. Let's not talk about that for now."
"I'm telling you, you're still too young and haven't experienced much. It's inappropriate for you to get so excited over such a small matter.
I know you've never done translation before, so you don't know the ins and outs of this. Sometimes small mistakes are unavoidable for us translators, so don't be too critical."
"Why are you staring at me?
I have been working as a translator for more than ten years and have walked more roads than you have eaten salt.
Let me tell you, no translation is 100% correct, as long as the other party understands it, that’s all that matters.”
"It's like the dumplings we eat, how do you translate it correctly?
Some people translate it as stuffed pasta, some translate it as JIAOZI, and I even heard someone translate it as crescent-shaped stuffed buns. Can you tell me who is right and who is wrong?
"Young people, learn more and observe more, don't rush to show off."
He nodded towards Captain Lin's room and lowered his voice slightly: "Do you think our captain and Sister Gao don't know anything? Who in the group is not a senior? They are silent, they are cunning.
"Young man, I'm being magnanimous and not arguing with you. If it were anyone else, I'd call you a bastard. Do you believe it?"
"If you apologize to me today, we'll be done with this.
I am a generation older than you, so I can forgive you this time."
Yan Jiuru couldn't help but look at him again. "I'm confused. Where do you get the confidence to ask me to apologize to you? Just because of your skinny old face?"
***
Room 1107.
Lin Maosheng spread his hands helplessly and said, "See, now, you and I are both cunning people."
Sister Gao and others did not go back to rest, but held a small meeting with the person in charge of the group to talk about what happened today.
Who would have thought that I would hear these words.
Is this persuasion or provocation?
Before they could figure out what was going on, they heard a scream of "Ouch" coming from outside the door.
Then I heard the sound of running in the corridor.
"I said, why are you hitting people~"
"Captain, Captain Lin, Yan Jiuru hit me!"
Captain Lin opened the door helplessly.
Wang Bi Da rushed over with two dark circles under his eyes, and immediately hid behind him, pointing at his own eyes and complaining: "Hey, Captain, look at how he hit me..."
Captain Lin and others tried to hold back their laughter.
Yan Jiuru came over slowly, raised his fist and blew on it towards Wang Bidada, "Wipe it, if you keep nagging me, believe it or not..."
The threat is self-evident.
Captain Lin scratched his head: One of them is a big talker and the other one is a little naughty, it’s really hard to deal with them!
As a result, both were punished to write an 800-word self-criticism.
Yan Jiuru: It doesn’t matter.
Wang Bidada: It was a mistake. If I had known I would have to write it, I would not have handed it in. It would have been much better if we could write it together.
***
The nights in Frankfurt are much cooler than the days.
Most of the hotel guests had already gone to bed, and only a dim desk lamp was on in room 1103.
The room was surprisingly quiet. In a room in the basement of the hotel, several people wearing headphones listened to the occasional sound of pages turning and the slight rustling sound of pen tips touching paper. They took a sip of coffee out of boredom, shook their heads, and asked someone else to continue monitoring.
Outside the window, the Germans' nightlife has just begun.
In the Roman Forum, far away from the Hydes Hotel, beside the fountain in front of a bank, a group of young people who brought their own drinks and were having fun were half drunk, laughing and making noises, while the patrolling police were strolling slowly.
No one noticed that a barely detectable wisp of smoke passed by.
After about an hour, the drunk people began to disperse in groups of three or four.
On the first day of the weekend, these young people woke up and were stunned by shocking news!
Newsboys in Frankfurt ran around excitedly, holding high their urgently reprinted newspapers still reeking of ink, shouting: "Headline! Latest hot headlines! Bank X suffered a shocking robbery! Overnight, more than a dozen tons of gold reserves disappeared..."
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