Chapter 618: Bragging Without Thinking
China has entered the 'big data era', making it incredibly easy to track a person's whereabouts. But what about tracking someone in France? There aren't even security checks on trains and buses, so how can big data be used? Why is the crime rate so high here? The police can't even install surveillance cameras! How could the crime rate be high?
Chinese tourists visiting Paris, France, are often curious: on the streets of Paris, you'll find "missing person notices" plastered in prominent locations like telephone poles. Missing person notices, accompanied by photos, are rare in China, and the reason for this is because finding someone is incredibly difficult.
It’s hard for the police to find people, let alone Zhao Wenchuan?
If he wanted to find someone, he had to go through overseas Chinese organizations, but Xiao Peng had no connection with these Chinese organizations at all. He could only find Chen Zetao, but Chen Zetao seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth and no one knew where he had gone to travel. There was not even any record of his credit card spending.
Who doesn’t have some way of hiding money?
As for Xiao Peng, he seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. Even after asking the French police for help, they were unable to find him. However, they did find out the whereabouts of Kassin - Kassin went to Germany to meet up with Fabian first, and after talking about something, he went to Berlin to meet up with Walter and Khedira who were already in Berlin.
In an upscale bar in Germany, Kashin gently poked Walter beside him and said, "Boss, are you just going to sit there and watch him act cool?"
Walter whispered: “Shh, this is work, I’ll deal with him when I get back.”
Kassin and Walter were standing at the edge of the booth like two gate gods, while Khedira sat inside, chatting and laughing with a few girls. "I still like Berlin better. Although the cultural atmosphere and security are better in Munich, the Bavarians are too conservative. Life there is too boring. All the shops close at 8 o'clock in the evening. I couldn't find a food supermarket in Munich all Sunday! Except for the two weeks of Oktoberfest in September and October, it's a bit lively. Normally, it's too boring. That's why I came to Berlin."
Khedira is no longer as unkempt as he was at sea. Although his muscles are still well-developed, he is now wearing a tailor-made high-end suit, his hair is neatly combed, and he looks like a rich young man.
A girl next to him looked envious and asked, "Mr. Hardenberg, why do you want to return home?"
Khedira's full name is Khedira von Hardenberg, a typical aristocratic name. Xiao Peng often teases him as the "Prince of Bodyguard."
Calling Khedira "Prince" is actually not wrong. In Germany, anyone of noble descent can be called "Prince" or "Princess", but only the rich are "Princes" and the poor are "poor relatives".
Khedira laughed and said, "No matter what, I'm German. There's no place like home. Besides, since I inherited this surname, I have an obligation to contribute to Germany."
A girl said excitedly, "Mr. Hardenberg, no matter what, you are the 'prince' with the best figure I have ever seen! I really can't imagine a prince having a figure like yours."
Khedira said calmly: "For me, wealth is not the most valuable. People come naked and leave naked. Only your body is the most important. So I like fitness very much. My hobbies are all kinds of sports. I am good at skiing, rowing, sailing, horseback riding, golf, snooker, tennis and so on!"
"Wow, Mr. Hardenberg, you speak so philosophically!" Several girls nearby looked at Khedira with eyes full of admiration - of course, there was definitely some acting involved.
Hearing this, Kasim whispered, "Boss, if the boss heard this, he would definitely say: Rich people say this is pretentious, and poor people say this is shabby! Listen to the exercises he mentioned, which one of them requires big muscles? Fortunately, he didn't say he is good at yoga..."
Walter thought for a moment: "Tennis is still necessary, right?"
"Can he play tennis? He can hit the ball high into the sky! Be careful not to brag too much!" Kasim muttered.
At this moment, Walter suddenly coughed twice and looked away.
Kasin followed his gaze and saw a woman in her forties in fancy clothes at the next table waving to the waiter to pay the bill. Opposite her sat a young, muscular man.
After a while, the waiter came over and said, "Madam, today you ordered a bottle of Imo Winery's Schatzburger Riesling, paired with English Stilton cheese. I wonder if this combination suits your taste?"
"Don't call me Madam. It's better to call me 'Ms.'" The lady corrected the waiter and said, "Today's Stilton cheese tastes a little lighter and less sour and sweet. Is this from its original place of origin?"
"Of course, ma'am! This concerns the reputation of our restaurant and is no joke," the waiter replied.
After hearing this, the lady wiped her mouth elegantly with a tissue and said, "Then this should be produced in Derbyshire or Leicestershire, England, not Nottinghamshire. Although the Stilton cheese produced in these three places is excellent, there are still slight differences. Please make a note of it for me. Next time, I want the one produced in Nottinghamshire."
"Yes!" the waiter smiled and said, "I'll definitely report your feedback! Ma'am, here's your bill. It's 17,999 euros."
"How much?" the young man sitting opposite the lady exclaimed, "We just drank a bottle of wine and ate some cheese, and it cost eighteen thousand?"
The waiter smiled and said, "It's 17,999. This price is after the discount. This lady has very good taste. A bottle of Imu Winery's Schatzburg Riesling Selected Sweet White Wine costs more than that."
The lady frowned slightly, as if she was a little dissatisfied with the young man's exclamation: "Yes, this bottle of wine is worth the money." After that, she took the bill, wrote "two thousand" on it, took out a bank card from her handbag, put it on the bill and handed it back to the waiter.
The young man watched the waiter leave with envy.
What does "two thousand" mean? It's a tip! Tips here are generally 5%-15% of the total amount. When a lady writes "two thousand" like this, it means she'll give the waiter an extra two thousand yuan when she checks out!
Although this woman is a little older, she still has some crazy energy. Looking at her wealth, if she were to hook up with this rich woman, she would definitely be rich! This is not to be missed!
"Where are we going later?" he asked the lady hurriedly.
The lady stared at the young man with eyes full of desire. Just as she was about to answer, the waiter suddenly came back and said, "Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you!"
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