Chapter 443 Being Targeted
What is the specialty of Provence? Lavender?
Innocent!
The specialty of Provence is cannabis! It is the largest cannabis producer in France!
The several medicinal herbs produced by Friedrich's pharmaceutical company are actually medical marijuana. Germany is the largest market for medical marijuana in Europe - does Germany really need so much marijuana to treat its illnesses?
Moreover, the legal framework for cannabis in Germany has always been vague: no one here regulates cannabis derivatives at all.
What many Chinese people don't understand is why drugs are legalized in Western countries. Don't Western countries know the harmful effects of drugs?
Of course they know!
But understanding the Western political system, it's not surprising that this happens. Those politicians have become pharmaceutical executives, earning millions in annual salaries, so why not work for them? They'll desperately use their influence to promote the legalization of drugs.
They say that drugs are too harmful to be treated with traditional methods alone; medication is essential. Forcing addicts to buy low-quality drugs is even more harmful. This is the rationale behind the emergence of "isolation rooms" in France. However, it turns out that the same pharmaceutical companies are selling the same drugs, and the same companies are also selling the anti-drug medications. It seems they're profiting from both ends.
As a Chinese, Xiao Peng deeply detested the idea of "unique products" and had little affection for those who profited from them. Fabian and Walter both knew this, and naturally understood why Xiao Peng disliked Friedrich.
"Boss, how about we go back?" Walter said.
This time when she met Friedrich, he was there to help speak. If she had known this would happen, she would not have said anything more. Wouldn't that just cause trouble for herself? If she had known this would happen, he wouldn't have said a single word.
Xiao Peng took a sip of his wine. "How are we going to get back now that we're already on the plane? I'm curious why this guy went to so much trouble to invite us over. Didn't he say it was related to salvage? That's what we do for a living. We can't put all our hopes on Moreau. Don't put all your eggs in one basket, right? If someone who loves money can find someone else, it only means they have a large fortune that they can't handle on their own. Let's go and see what the situation is like first. We might as well make the best of it."
They arrived at Berlin Airport and got into a stretched Phaeton.
Friedrich's residence is in the Wannsee district of Steglitz-Zehrendorff in southwest Berlin, quite a distance from Berlin Airport.
Time really makes us forget many things.
Once notorious for orchestrating the Wannsee Conference, the Holocaust, people shunned the area. But now, it's become one of Berlin's most affluent neighborhoods. Buying a home here? Prices are several times higher than downtown. Renting a home? Expensive villas can cost nearly a hundred times more than downtown Berlin.
When Brad Pitt was filming "Inglourious Basterds" here, his family of eight lived in a villa in the Wannsee district. The 800-square-meter villa, with 3,600 square meters of green space, rented for 500 euros per square meter!
Back home, I'd heard all the time that Germans don't demand luxury. Their villas aren't big or outwardly luxurious; they're all about comfort, harmony, and quiet. They believe in "just enough for what you need." But after arriving here, I realized: utter nonsense!
There is a villa area called "Kronialsen" in the Wannsee area. All the villas are "not the best, but the most expensive", and all the villas have the most magnificent architectural style.
Billionaires living in ordinary small houses? I believe it!
After getting on the bus, several people did not go to Wanhu District first, but went to Hugo Boss in the city center. Their clothes were still there. It was troublesome enough, but what else can be said?
When in Rome, do as the Romans do!
But from the moment they got on the bus, someone was staring at them.
"Including the driver, there were five of them! Besides the driver, there were three men and one woman." A young man wearing a round knitted hat, a leather jacket, and sunglasses said on his cell phone, "They were heading downtown. They took the Xisi Exit."
"Three men? What do they look like?" asked the person on the other end of the phone.
The man in sunglasses said, "One is an Oriental man, one looks like a Frenchman, and the other looks like a bodyguard."
"Oriental man?" The person on the other end of the line sounded even more confused: "Can you recognize who it is?"
"How could I possibly recognize them? All Orientals look the same!" the man in sunglasses asked, "Are we going to do this or not? They've already reached West Fourth Exit and are ready to leave."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment. "How could we not do it? This is definitely a fat sheep. You continue to follow them and tell us their route at any time! We'll be ready here! Don't be nervous, brother. Otherwise, don't do it. If you're going to do it, do it big!"
"Why should I be nervous?" The man in sunglasses took out a pair of earphones from his pocket, put them on his ears and put his phone in his pocket: "Okay, they are leaving the airport, I will catch up with them." After saying that, he got on a motorcycle next to him, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.
Meanwhile, Xiao Peng, who was in the car, was listening to Heidi describe the scenery outside the window: "Berlin is Germany's largest city and capital. After Germany's defeat in World War II, the eastern part was controlled by the Soviet Union, and the western part by Britain, the United States, and France. This place also became a gathering point during the Cold War, because many Germans fled from the east to the west. So in 1961, the Soviet Union built a wall to separate East and West Germany, which is the famous Berlin Wall. Although the Berlin Wall was demolished in 1990, many artists painted on the remaining Berlin Wall, and it has now become a beautiful art district... Hmm?"
She said this with a puzzled look on her face and pressed the call button on the wall: "Frank, why did the car stop?"
To maintain privacy, the front and back of the car are separated from the driver's cab, so they can only communicate through the intercom. They are on the city highway now, and there is no traffic jam. Why did they stop?
The driver, Franco, replied, "Ms. Allman, the police are doing a stopover. It looks like they're checking for drunk driving."
"Coming here to check for drunk driving?" Heidi said nothing after hearing this: "These police are so boring! Taxpayers' money shouldn't be wasted like this! Isn't this just causing traffic chaos? Let's deal with it quickly and leave quickly. Where were we talking about just now? Oh, the Berlin Wall..."
Before she could finish her words, the car door was opened and a man dressed as a policeman stood outside.
Heidi frowned. "What's wrong with you? Who told you to interrupt our chat? I'm going to complain to you!"
After hearing this, a policeman snorted coldly and pulled out a gun and pointed it at Walter: "Complaint? If you know what's good for you, shut up and come with us!"
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