Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 1094. Enlightenment

After receiving the invitation, he immediately asked a lawyer to help him check whether Sergeila had gotten into any big trouble or lawsuits recently. As a result, he was told that the Russian had just been subject to sanctions of varying degrees in the United States, the European Union, the United Kingdom, Switzerland, Canada and other countries, and was forced to sell many of his assets, such as luxury villas outside St. Petersburg and other real estate.

Duanmu couldn't understand: shouldn't the old man concentrate on dealing with the lawsuit and protecting his personal assets at this time? Why is he organizing a gathering of heroes?

What made him even more depressed was that he could not appoint Dong Qiangqiang to go in his place like he did last time. Besides Sergeila's specific request that the company's top leader must attend, he was still frightened by the experience Dong Qiangqiang had when he first went to Hamburg to meet the Russians on his behalf. He was too embarrassed to ask Dong Qiangqiang to take the risk for him.

Although he also admitted that since Sergeila and Anderson invested, the two have really not had any trouble: not only did the investment funds arrive immediately, Sergeila also canceled the gambling agreement between Buchan and Anderson. Although he disagreed with Duanmu's dividend decision later, he did not object. Moreover, as an investor of Buchan, he never asked about the investment behavior of Duanmu and Dong Qiangqiang. It seems not accurate to say that Lao Maozi does not care about Buchan at all. If it were not for this invitation, it would be more like he had completely forgotten about the two. Anderson's performance was exactly the same as Lao Maozi, the only difference was that he took the initiative to introduce several clients to Buchan.

Although the performance of the two investors seemed acceptable on the surface, Duanmu still hoped that he would not have to go to the snowy Russia to celebrate Christmas. But he could not think of any decent reason to refuse. Apart from secretly feeling fortunate that his investment in Volkswagen options did not use the money of the two big guys, the only thing that made him feel relieved was that it was still early for Christmas and he still had at least half a year to consider countermeasures.

As the semester was about to end, Dong Qiangqiang was busy like a spinning top from the moment he opened his eyes in the morning: daily morning reading became a crash course to teach the landlord Chinese, during the day he went to class, looked up information, did exercises, discussed with classmates, continued to look up information, revised wrong knowledge points, wrote seminar reports, asked people to revise seminar reports, arranged conversations with professors of each subject, and asked teaching assistants of each subject to revise the answers to the essay questions he wrote, in the evening he went to his neighbor's house to dig a pond, and if there was a problem with the dug pond, he would rework it in time, and go home to continue reading after digging, and hide at home to read if it rained, and go to Luxembourg to take CFA training courses on weekends, do homework on the train, go to Frankfurt to interview potential customers, and repeatedly write and revise reports on catching cicadas, just because Duanmu's requirements for reports became increasingly strict, Dong Qiangqiang spent more and more time on reports. He often felt that time was not enough, and it was not like what celebrities said, time was like water in a sponge, and there would always be some if you squeezed it. Whenever he wanted to slack off, he couldn't help but think of Duanmu and Wang Shunan who worked and studied at the same time. The thought of not wanting to lose to his friends would arise spontaneously, supporting him to continue reading/writing.

Knowing that their son was about to take an exam, the two elders of the Dong family always talked to Dong Qiangqiang every weekend, telling him to concentrate on his studies, not to play around, and to cherish the hard-won opportunity to study. As a result, every time Dong Qiangqiang answered the phone, he was either in the library, on the way to the library, or eating outside the library. In short, it was always related to the library. The Dongs were relieved but also regretful: if their son had worked so hard in high school, why would he have been admitted to a second-rate university? It was too late for him to realize it. Fortunately, it is not too late to mend the fold after the sheep have been lost.

Dong Qiangqiang had always wanted to imitate Duanmu and buy past exam papers on eBay, but he never heard from him again. Just when he was ready to accept reality, he unexpectedly bought the old exam papers and answers for the only subject he had taken this semester but did not dare to sign up for the exam on a local comprehensive forum. Coincidentally, the author of the old exam papers was the professor who taught this semester. It was like finding something without any effort. He could use the old exam papers to predict the teacher's questioning direction and ideas, and then prepare for the essay questions that might appear in the exam.

With less than a week left before the exam registration deadline, Dong Qiangqiang submitted his carefully revised seminar report and also registered for the subject he had not registered for before.

After registering for the exam, he didn't tell anyone, thinking of giving everyone a big surprise when the results came out.

During the last class of macroeconomics, although it was morning, it was as bright as night outside the window. There was faint thunder, and intermittent red light appeared in the thin part of the fast-moving thick black clouds. The pouring rain formed countless lines. The raging and roaring wind and rain mercilessly hit the windows of the classroom, as if warning the students to seize the last time.

Although it was the last class, the professor was still talking about new content on the stage.

Dong Qiangqiang stared at the professor who was speaking at the podium. When he heard him say, "Since the euro has become the only legal currency in the euro zone, the exchange rates between the euro zone countries no longer exist," he somehow thought of something, but he couldn't tell what he was thinking of. When the lecture was about to end, the professor closed the lecture notes and began to wish the students all good results in the exam. Suddenly, the inky "night" sky outside the window was pierced by a lightning bolt that penetrated the sky. About ten seconds later, a thunderbolt exploded not far from the university teaching building.

This sound suddenly woke Dong Qiangqiang up, and he instantly understood what he had just thought about.

At this time, students began to ask questions to the professor. In the past, when it came to this stage, Dong Qiangqiang would always prick up his ears, concentrate, and listen to the entire conversation without missing a word. He would even use a recorder to prevent missing any key points. But today, he was not in the mood to continue listening. He quickly stuffed all the information on the desk into his backpack, and then quickly walked out of the classroom. He didn't even bother to greet the foreign students who greeted him. He ran out of the teaching building and plunged into the rain.

Dong Qiangqiang sat in front of the computer in the computer room and carefully looked through Volkswagen's financial data of the past few years. He had seen these data many times, but it was not until today that he realized what he had overlooked, which is why those American investment companies were not optimistic about Volkswagen.

When he finally verified his guess, he rushed out of the computer room and took out his cell phone from the library locker. Just as he was about to call Duanmu, he found a missed call from Wang Shunan. "Shunan, you were looking for me just now?" As soon as the call was connected, Dong Qiangqiang couldn't wait to ask, "What happened?"

"I'm fine. I just wanted to tell you that your...friend came to see me at the clinic last weekend."

"Which friend?" Dong Qiangqiang asked blankly.

"The one in Wanfu Restaurant, her name is... Anita, right?" There was a rustling sound coming from Wang Shunan's side. "Yes, it's her. This is her name on the business card she gave me." Wang Shunan confirmed.

"Why is she looking for you?"

"She thought I was a doctor and wanted me to prescribe some medicine." Hearing the impatience in Dong Qiangqiang's tone, Wang Shunan hesitated for a few seconds, "They are all gynecological medicines."

"Oh." Dong Qiangqiang's mind was on the public at this time. He was anxious to tell Duanmu about his discovery, and replied absentmindedly, "I have something else to do. Let's talk later."

"Hey, wait..." Before Wang Shunan finished speaking, Dong Qiangqiang had already hung up the phone.

There was another shocking flash of lightning outside the window.

Perhaps he sensed Dong Qiangqiang's intention, because before he could call Duanmu, Duanmu's call came unexpectedly.

The moment the call was connected, the two spoke almost in unison.

"I know why they are not optimistic about Volkswagen." Duanmu's voice was filled with excitement.

"It's the exchange rate," Dong Qiangqiang blurted out, "the exchange rate between the U.S. dollar and the euro."

"Hey? When did you know?" Duanmu sounded surprised.

"Just now."