Chapter 861 I’m sending you bullets!

Hamburg in winter is often cloudy and cold.

The morning sun was blocked by a layer of light white clouds, and it looked like a hazy golden light, not bringing much warmth to the earth.

Kai Dickman walked out of his warm home and suddenly felt a gust of cold air blowing towards him, which made him shiver involuntarily. He quickly pulled the collar of his down jacket, zipped it up a little more, and then turned around to close the door.

His home is right next to the harbor pier and he can see the lighthouse from afar.

Walking along the wet embankment of the dock, you can see that the other side of the harbor is full of patrolling ships.

The three tall masts looked spectacular against the hazy sunlight.

"It should rain, right?" Kai Dickman said with a light breath.

Walk along the embankment and into the city.

Hamburg's architecture is typical Baroque, nothing special.

There are not many high-rise buildings, which is related to the Germans' aesthetic standards for architecture.

They are not used to tall buildings, and almost all cities with tall buildings are not beautiful.

For example, Berlin, or Frankfurt.

The architecture of Hamburg should be considered beautiful by Germans.

But in Kai Dickman's opinion, this is undoubtedly a bit mediocre, especially after seeing the splendor of some other prosperous metropolises in the world, he feels that Hamburg is very unremarkable.

If I had to say something, it would be the seagulls circling over the city. There were a lot of them, but Kay Dickman was used to it.

When he arrived at the intersection and was waiting for the traffic light, Kai Dickman noticed that a yellow poster with a message printed on it had been posted on the bus stop sign on the side of the road.

"I want to sell my iPad to buy a nice iPad."

Below is a private website, apparently asking anyone interested to contact them.

After reading it, Kai Dickman sneered with disdain.

In his opinion, this was absolutely a boring and stupid scam, and only fools would fall for it.

But there is never a shortage of fools in this world.

Because he saw someone really taking pictures with a mobile phone, as if to record this message.

Oh my god, this guy is so stupid, can't he see such an obvious scam?

Kai Dickman shook his head, and the light turned green, so he quickly crossed the road.

After crossing several streets, Kai Dickman stopped at an intersection and looked inside from a distance.

What he saw was a gray five-story building with a long billboard on the exterior wall.

It was written in white on a red background: Let's be honest, who wants to read long articles that never get finished?

Yes, it’s a slogan!

The slogan of Bild is also the purpose of the newspaper!

So, Bild's reports, just like their name, are mainly composed of a large number of pictures and various gossips.

Kai Dickman looked at the sign very seriously and curled his lips. It was a bit loose. He would have to ask someone to repair it later, otherwise it would collapse when it snowed.

Instead of turning into the intersection, he continued walking forward.

At the next intersection, Kay Dickman crossed the traffic light, went to the other side, and went straight into a restaurant at the intersection.

Unlike other restaurants in Hamburg and Germany that use German or English as their signs, this restaurant's sign is very distinctive and even attracted protests from many extreme citizens.

Because the sign of this restaurant is in Chinese without any other words.

Kai Dickman even learned it specifically. The three words are: Wangjiang Pavilion!

"Hi, Mr. Dickman!"

He comes almost every day, so the waiters in the restaurant all know him.

But they still greeted him in Chinese.

Fortunately, after listening to it many times, Kay Dickman finally understood it.

"Hi, good morning." Kai Dickman greeted with a smile, but he spoke in German.

That's weird, isn't it?

So, he and the waiter couldn't help laughing, and this was one of their daily laughs.

"Preserved egg and lean meat porridge, steamed buns, crystal shrimp dumplings, siomai..." He ordered the dishes in awkward Chinese, but then switched to German and said, "Well, that's it. I'm on a diet recently!"

"Oh my God, you eat so much even though you're trying to lose weight!" the waiter said with a smile in Chinese.

But Kai Dickman didn't understand this sentence.

Because his Chinese level is at best just enough to name the dishes in the restaurant.

The waiter quickly took note and pointed upstairs, "Mr. Dickman, please go upstairs."

"Oh, no, I'll just sit downstairs."

"No, no, no, Mr. Dickman, downstairs is full, please go upstairs!" said the waiter with a smile.

Kay Dickman was puzzled. He looked downstairs and could not deny that business was very good. About 80% of the seats were occupied.

But there are still a lot of empty seats, right?

When I came here by myself before, I always sat downstairs. Why do I have to go upstairs by myself today?

If he hadn't come here to eat every day, he would have definitely mistakenly thought that the other party was deliberately making things difficult for him.

"Mr. Dickman, believe me, please go upstairs." The waiter said with a smile.

This time, he spoke in German.

It was only then that Kai Dickman discovered that this guy spoke German very well.

Then, didn't he hear all the grumblings, complaints, and even teasings I made to him every day?

It's a pity that he always has that smiling face, but it turns out he was just pretending.

Well, since you often give me those delicious tea eggs, let’s go upstairs.

After that, Kai Dickman sneaked closer and said with a smile: "Remember, tea eggs!"

"Understood!" The waiter held up two fingers, indicating that he would send two.

Only then did Kay Dickman go upstairs with a smile on his face.

There are some VIP boxes upstairs, which are usually not used in the morning, so they are very empty.

But the door of one of the boxes was open, with light coming from inside, and at the door stood a sturdy oriental man wearing a neat black suit and black sunglasses, looking like someone who walked out of The Matrix.

As soon as he saw him, the Matrix made a gesture of invitation towards the box.

Kay Dickman had an urge to turn around and run, but that would have been cowardly, wouldn't it?

Besides, this is Hamburg. Is there anyone who dares to do anything to me?

Relying on his confidence in German public security and the German police, as well as his curiosity, Kai Dickman walked over.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the box, I saw two young men inside.

What’s strange is that both of them were concentrating on playing games.

Oh my God, isn't this too much?

It's totally no match for that big guy outside, okay?

I almost got my heart scared out of my wits just now.

After standing there for about two or three seconds, Kai Dickman found that the two men were so busy playing games that they didn't notice him at all, so he coughed heavily twice.

One of them raised his head and left, saying "huh".

When he looked up, Kay Dickman recognized him immediately.

Yang Huan!

It’s actually him!

Why did he come to Hamburg? And he wanted to see me, could it be because...

Thinking of this, Kai Dickman couldn't help but feel even happier.

If he had just been feeling dissatisfied and wanted to rush out of the door, now, he would not leave even if he was forced to leave.

The reason is very simple. He thinks that another idiot has come to his door.

Woolf, Khov, who would have thought that the next one would be the famous Yang Huan!

Thinking of this, Kai Dickman couldn't help but reach out his hand through his clothes and touched the mobile phone in his pocket. Well, he didn't forget it at home. That's good. He should prepare it well later.

"Hello, Mr. Dickman!"

Yang Huan stood up with a smile and stretched out his hand towards Dickman from a distance.

"Ah, hello, Mr. Yang Huan!" Dickman had to stretch out his hand that was touching the phone.

"Come, please sit down!"

"Thanks!"

After the two sat down, Yang Huan kept staring at Dickman and smiling, which made Dickman a little embarrassed.

Gradually, I began to feel a little guilty.

As a last resort, the hands that had originally been put into my trouser pockets in order to find an opportunity had to be placed on the table.

Sure enough, as soon as he did this, Yang Huan spoke.

"I've always heard of Mr. Dickman, but I never had the chance to meet him. It's a pity."

Yang Huan took the initiative to stand up and poured a cup of tea for Dickman, who was somewhat flattered and quickly stood up as well.

"This is my first meeting with Mr. Dickman. I came here with a frank attitude and without any suspicion. I just want to make friends, and I hope Mr. Dickman does the same."

These words sounded a bit awkward to Dickman.

Because he had schemed against the German President and the Chairman of the Hamburg Board of Directors.

But now it seems that Yang Huan is completely different from those two idiots. At least, he is wary of recordings.

Well, just be honest. Who’s afraid of who anyway?

Thinking of this, Dickman took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, shook it towards Yang Huan, and put it on the table.

"Do you think I should be honored to have Young Master Huan come to my house in person and take the trouble to make the arrangements?"

Yang Huan shook his head. "You're wrong, Mr. Dickman. This is not a problem at all, okay?"

Perhaps seeing Dickman's puzzled expression, Yang Huan smiled and said, "I have always paid attention to your column. You have mentioned Wangjiang Pavilion many times. For example, not long ago you said that Tuchel's hamburgers are just like the preserved egg and lean meat porridge in Wangjiang Pavilion. Do you remember?"

When Dickman heard this, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. It was a metaphor he came up with by accident, and he himself found it very funny.

The preserved egg and lean meat porridge at Wangjiang Pavilion uses relatively ordinary ingredients, nothing high-end, but the porridge is quite delicious, which completely fascinated Dickman, who never liked Chinese food.

The same goes for Tuchel's Hamburg. There are no big-name stars, but the team he has assembled has quite outstanding fighting power, and the style of play is very beautiful and pleasing, which makes people obsessed.

After Yang Huan said this, Dickman believed that the person opposite him was indeed his column reader, and his favorable impression of him instantly increased.

But even so, Dickman still has his own professional ethics.

"Master Huan, I know why you came to see me today. I also think that although this is the first time we meet, you are a pretty good person, but I still want to say that you have found the wrong person."

"Oh?" Yang Huan laughed, "Then tell me, what is my purpose in looking for you?"

Dickman stared at Master Huan and said word by word, "Aren't you here just for the informant information that Khov and others gave us?"

"Yeah, yes, you're absolutely right." Yang Huan was really frank.

"But you've got the wrong guy. You should know that our style of doing things is to dig into people's privacy to increase sales. If you want us to give up, then you should look at our past."

Dickman meant to remind Yang Huan that even German President Wulff couldn't make him surrender, so how could Yang Huan do that?

Yang Huan laughed and nodded, "You are right, Mr. Dickman, but I never thought of convincing you, nor did I ever think of asking you to give up any news reports that were unfavorable to me."

Dickman was surprised when he heard this, "Then why are you here today..."

Yang Huan stared at the middle-aged German man opposite him and laughed, "I heard that Mr. Dickman is a famous machine gun in the German media. He has swept down countless celebrities with his pen. He has never been afraid of power and is determined to expose the truth..."

Even though Dickman was thick-skinned enough, he couldn't stand being praised by Master Huan.

He is indeed not afraid of power, but where does his determination to expose the truth come from?

Sometimes, even when there is no truth, he still makes up a truth, okay?

"Mr. Dickman, I feel that the information and clues that Khoff and others gave you are too little."

When Dickman heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But Master Huan stared at him and laughed, "So, today, I came all the way here to deliver you some bullets!"