Chapter 46

When he woke up the next day, He Songgao was gone.

Roger was still running a fever of 37.5 degrees, so it was impossible for him to go to work. He Songgao left him a message, saying, "Stay in the hotel, don't run around." He wanted to run around, but the conditions didn't allow it. What could he do?

The hotel is located a little to the right of the center of Munich, very close to Maria Square, and only ten minutes away from the International Exhibition Center. The transportation is very convenient. He Songgao was accompanied by his colleagues from the branch to attend the auto show, and seemed to be very busy all day. Luo Jie saw the photos sent back by his colleagues in the work group. Basically, they started taking photos from the moment He Songgao left the hotel, to when he arrived at the convention and exhibition center and visited several car exhibitors equipped with Kaihua's latest LCD central control screen, to when he spoke on behalf of Kaihua at the joint booth, introducing his company's central control screen production lines, the latest technologies installed, and the high-end car brands it has cooperated with. His expression was calm, his manners were generous, and his every move showed his elite temperament. Luo Jie was a little fascinated by it. He dragged the video progress bar to the front and watched it repeatedly several times.

How could there be such an excellent person?

Such an excellent person is also his good friend.

For a moment, he even forgave He Songgao for his excellence. Alas, in fact, if he works hard, it is not impossible to catch up with him!

Let's start with German. Roger packed himself up and went downstairs to have breakfast. Recalling He Songgao's impeccable German pronunciation in the video, Roger greeted every German (suspected) he met warmly, including the young waiter passing by, the middle-aged male guest with a big belly, and the child who just learned to walk. Unfortunately, his level is limited. Saying "good morning" and "have you eaten" is the limit. If others ask him back, he won't understand.

So embarrassing, Roger hurriedly said goodbye to an elegant lady, gave up taking the elevator, climbed the stairs and ran downstairs to have breakfast.

The hotel's breakfast is very rich, it is a buffet, with German, French and Italian food, but it seems too greasy. Roger felt his throat itchy as soon as he saw it, and he had the urge to vomit.

Seeing this, the waiter next to him asked him kindly if he needed help.

Roger resisted the urge to vomit and said, "Excuse me, is there a Chinese restaurant nearby?"

The waiter looked confused, and Roger realized that he had spoken Chinese. He quickly switched back to German and asked his question haltingly.

"?" The waiter didn't understand at all. After watching Roger gesture for a long time, he finally couldn't help asking, "Excuse me, do you speak English?"

"...Yes."

He repeated his question in English. This time the waiter understood and pointed to the northwest and said to Roger, "There is a ramen restaurant there. I wonder if it is open now." He took out a map, marked the location of the ramen restaurant with a marker, and told Roger that it would take about ten minutes to walk there. "Can you do it?" he asked Roger.

"Yes." Roger said, sniffing.

The waiter had a good impression of him and asked with concern, "Do you have a cold?"

"Yes." Roger said.

"Then it's not a good idea to go out now." He pointed outside. It was still snowing outside. The snow that the municipal government had just sent people to shovel in the morning had now fallen thickly. It was really not a good weather to go out.

"It doesn't matter..." Roger said uncertainly.

To be on the safe side, he went upstairs first and called the ramen shop to ask if it offered delivery service. After asking, I found out that this store is not a Chinese restaurant at all, but a Japanese ramen restaurant. Roger was so hungry that he felt dizzy, and he didn't want to eat any Japanese ramen. He just wanted to eat a bowl of hot vegetarian porridge, or water with nothing, just like the nanny made at He Songgao's house last time, or wontons, which is really not good, and instant noodles are just okay. In short, it is a familiar Chinese food. It happened that the ramen restaurant said it would not provide delivery service, so Roger gave up.

After hanging up the phone, he lay in bed in a daze. What should he do? Could he starve to death?

Otherwise, just go down and have something to eat.

While he was lying on the bed emo, someone knocked on the door outside. Who? He thought, could it be He Songgao who has come back?

How could it be possible? He immediately denied himself. He was attending an exhibition, how could he come back halfway?

He went to open the door and saw that it was not He Songgao, but a young man in a dark uniform (he looked like he was of Chinese descent), holding a cotton bag in his hand. He said to Roger in English: "This is the Chinese food you ordered from XX restaurant. Sorry, it snowed on the road and I was late. Please sign for it."

Roger wrote his name on the receipt in a daze. The man thanked him and left. Roger returned to the room and opened the takeaway bag. He found a bowl of steaming wontons, steamed buns, two plates of pickled vegetables, and a bowl of brown sugar water with ginger.

He sent a WeChat message to He Songgao: "Did you order this for me?" Attached is a picture.

He Songgao probably saw it and replied: "I asked the hotel to help order it. Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Roger was so touched, "How did you know I wanted to eat wontons?"

"You said so yourself last night."

"Did I say so?" I had forgotten.

"Yeah."

"Thank you." "You

're welcome."

Roger opened the tableware and started to eat breakfast (or lunch).

It's 11 o'clock in the afternoon. Has He Songgao finished his work? He actually has time to play with his phone. However, he is the president. Even if he looks at his phone, others will only think he is working, not chatting, haha. Roger took a bite of the wonton. It was okay, just average, not as good as in China, but much better than the dry alkaline bread. He harassed He Songgao while eating: "You are so nice. But why don't you do like those overbearing CEOs on TV and directly bring the chef to the hotel to make him ten or dozens of authentic Chinese meals for me to choose from?"

He Songgao: "...I am the CEO, not a fool."

"Is this a waste of money? Haha."

"Eat your meal. Stay in the hotel after eating and don't run around."

"I know, you said it twice." Roger is really not the kind of person who can hold back, "But can I go out for a walk? It's too boring to stay in the hotel."

"No."

"When will you be back?"

"In the evening."

"They didn't notice that I was missing?" Roger thought of this and felt a little depressed, "No one cares about me."

"I said you have a fever and need to rest."

"Is that so?"

He Songgao disappeared while we were chatting. At this time, he should have gone to eat.

In the afternoon, Roger covered himself and went to sleep again. He was sweating and seemed to have completely recovered from the fever. However, he felt a little dizzy after being feverish for too long and still couldn't stand for a long time. He sat on the sofa by the window of the hotel, boredly admiring the scenery of the center of Munich. It snowed all night, and this quaint art city was completely covered with ice and snow. If it was a sunny day, he would definitely be able to see the magnificent Gothic buildings of Maria Square from this angle. If it wasn't snowing, he really wanted to go shopping. There are many shopping malls near Maria Square, which have discounts all year round. He could buy some luxury goods to bring back as gifts. His fever has gone down now, and it has not recurred. If his temperature is still normal in the evening, he might really go out for a walk, go to a random bar, drink some Munich-style wheat beer, eat roasted pork knuckle, white sausage and sauerkraut salad... Oh, why do I suddenly have an appetite now, Roger thought gloomily, it must be that the lunch in the morning has inadvertently whetted my appetite.

After sitting for a while, Roger felt bored and there was no one to chat with him, so he got up and watched TV. Surprisingly, the hotel in Munich actually had Hong Kong movies, and they were English subtitled versions. Roger turned on a Stephen Chow movie and watched it with relish.

At three o'clock, the hotel knocked on his door again and sent him lunch (or afternoon tea?). This time it was not Chinese food, but German dishes that looked red to the naked eye, including pork elbows, grilled ribs, sausages, meatball soup, and a plate of desserts with syrup on them, whose names he didn't know. Roger swallowed his saliva, and his gluttony was immediately aroused.

Oh my god, so thoughtful. Was all this specially prepared by the president for him?

Roger turned on his mobile phone and took many photos of his lunch. He first posted it on WeChat Moments, blocking all colleagues except He Songgao, and captioned: On the first day in Munich, I unfortunately had a fever, and it was all thanks to my president's care. What a pity, if I were a woman, I would definitely marry him... (heart eyes).

After posting to Moments, Roger devoutly began to enjoy his lunch. Wow, so delicious! It tasted just like in his memory. This big pork elbow, with crispy skin and fat but not greasy inside, paired with the sweet and refreshing sauerkraut, is simply the best delicacy! The grilled sausage was also good, marinated, and the juice flowed out after one bite, which awakened the memory of him and a group of colleagues drinking beer in the Royal Brasserie many years ago and ordering grilled sausage three times in a row.

He ate halfway through like a hungry tiger before opening his phone to check WeChat messages.

Someone commented on his WeChat Moments:

"Jie is getting more and more carefree these days, can you take me with you?"

"It's delicious, I want to eat it."

"Who said that men can't be devoted to you?"

Roger stared at the fresh comments at the bottom. What do you mean that men can't be devoted to you? Could it be that the person who made the comment is also a gay, or even more terrible - a saprophyte? He was going to delete this comment and keep an eye on it. Unexpectedly, as soon as his finger moved to this comment, another comment popped up:

"If you are devoted to me, I don't mind."

Roger's face cracked.

If not the president, who else could it be? He directly clicked on He Songgao's avatar frame and typed: "Don't always make such jokes."

"Oh." He Songgao's reaction was very flat, "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious." Roger smacked his lips, it was simply delicious, "Why did you think of ordering these for me?"

"I thought you should have an appetite."

"You are really thoughtful."

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yes, I'm full of energy now and can go to work."

"Oh."

"What do you mean by oh, is it okay or not?"

"What do you want to eat in the evening." He Songgao answered with a completely irrelevant question.

"I want to go out for dinner," Luo Jie added, "and go out for a walk."

"Sure, wait until I come back in the evening."

"You want to come with me?"

"Yeah."

Luo Jie's heart suddenly became like a river with a stone thrown into it by a naughty child, and it was full of happy ripples. "Okay," he typed with a smile, "What time will you be back?"