Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 8. Conflict
The back kitchen was smoky, and a short, white-clothed male chef, about 50 years old, was frying the vegetables in the pot up and down. Yellow flames sprang up from the bottom of the pot from time to time, and then disappeared out of thin air.The male chef tried his best to glance at the watch on the wall in the smoke, his face was ashen, and his mouth kept chattering.

Suddenly, he turned sideways and yelled at the back door. A few seconds later, a young man in a white chef's shirt walked in from the door. The man was carrying a basket that was not completely peeled. onion.

The young man looks about 25 or [-] years old, with a lean cropped haircut, and his hairline is slightly set back, drawing a clear beauty tip.Two thick sword eyebrows raised high, Danfeng eyes, single eyelids, around the eyes are red and swollen.The bridge of the nose is slightly collapsed, the lips are thin, and some green stubble still remains on the chin and cheeks. A long and narrow scar is exposed below the left cheek. There is a band-aid on the right cheek. The middle of the band-aid has turned dark brown. Red blood scabs can also be seen on his skin.

His name is Jin Yuan, and he is currently studying the preparatory course in the Department of Computer Science at the University of Hannover.

The old chef looked down at the onions in the basket, and his face became even more ugly. Before Jin Yuan could explain, he began to scold Jin Yuan in a foreign language that Jin Yuan could not understand. After flying out, Jin Yuan immediately left five clear handprints on his right face.

This slap made Jin Yuan a little stunned, his eyes started to bloodshot, his fists clenched gradually, he stared at the old chef's face, as if he was going to eat him raw.The old chef glanced at him dismissively, pointed to the door, and said in broken English, "Get out."

A layer of frost gradually appeared on Jin Yuan's face. He stared fiercely at the old chef's eyes, spat on the ground, and turned to the back door.

The old chef sneered a few times behind him and started to stir fry the dishes in the pot again.

Before going out, Jin Yuan pulled out a [-] cm long Zwilling sharp knife from the sink next to him, hid it in his arms, and walked out of the back kitchen with a blank expression.

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Looking at the Eastern European woman, Dong Qiangqiang frowned: "Are you the landlord?"

The Eastern European woman let out a "hum" from her nostrils, and with a love-to-believe expression, she disappeared at the door with a cigarette in her mouth.

Dong Qiangqiang stood in the room and looked around the surroundings again, with mixed feelings: because Jin Yuan and his language class were in the same school, they both went to university in Hannover, and they came earlier than him, so he entrusted Jin Yuan to help him Find a house.Jin Yuan was very efficient and quickly found a house, but there are many students who come to Hannover to go to university, and there are more wolves than meat.Dong Qiangqiang was reluctant to pay early, but Jin Yuan didn't say anything. Just one month before Dong Qiangqiang came, Jin Yuan suddenly said that the house was about to be rented out, which caught Dong Qiangqiang by surprise. He didn't have the student dormitory at Hannover University yet. Apply down, so he needs a temporary home anyway.After thinking about it, he finally gritted his teeth and paid the rent for four months, but he didn't expect the other party to say that he didn't receive the money.

He was trying to recall the details of the payment when the woman walked from behind him with a cigarette in front of him, and threw a thick notebook onto the table in front of him with a "pop".

Dong Qiangqiang glanced at the other party, the other party sneered, and pouted towards the clip.

Dong Qiangqiang opened the folder suspiciously, and saw various types of receipts inside.

While flipping through the pages, he asked, "This is?"

The Eastern European woman came to him, tucked a cigarette in one hand, rummaged through the folder, and after a while, she took out a yellowish piece of paper and handed it to Dong Qiangqiang.

Dong Qiangqiang took the receipt and carefully observed it by the dim light by the window, and saw that it was written crookedly in German: Room 54#, No. 315, Hippo Street. From January to April 2001 (cold) rent, a total of 1 marks.The signature is JIN YUAN.There is also a handwritten German signature next to it, the handwriting is very scrawled, and it is not clear what the name is.

"This is?" Dong Qiangqiang asked, pointing to the German signature.

The Eastern European woman put the cigarette in her mouth and took out a few receipts from the clip. Dong Qiangqiang saw that all the receipts had the same handwritten signature on the bottom.

Dong Qiangqiang picked up the note on the ground and found that there was no German signature on the paper Jin Yuan gave him.

"How do I know that this signature is yours, not someone else's?" Dong Qiangqiang questioned unwillingly.

The Eastern European woman looked a little annoyed and sneered, "Do you believe it or not."

The smoke was thick in the room a little bit, and the two didn't speak again, and the atmosphere became very embarrassing.

Dong Qiangqiang knew in his heart that what the Eastern European women said was probably true, but Jin Yuan took his own money but did not help him rent a house.It's no use complaining now, where to stay tonight is the key.However, if he lives in the house of a person who is engaged in that industry in the red light district, he will feel very uncomfortable. Although he has received traditional education for many years, although he does not despise these people, he really wants to live under the same roof for a long time. Contradictory.

"If I live here, what about the money I paid before?" Dong Qiangqiang wanted to struggle again.

The Eastern European woman was very impatient when she heard the words, and her tone involuntarily became higher: "You foreigners are really troublesome, and I confiscated your money, whoever took your money, you go to whom. If you don't stop, get out of here. !"

The other party suddenly scolded and became angry, which made Dong Qiangqiang a little surprised. Just as he was about to speak again, he heard heavy footsteps in the corridor, and then a huge figure appeared at the door.

"Hey, you!" he said while pointing his index finger at Dong Qiangqiang's face, and said excitedly, "Get out! Foreigners are not welcome here!"

His body is already tall, and when he speaks very hard, his body is like a big speaker, which amplifies the sound many times.Dong Qiangqiang only felt his eardrums buzzing for a while.

Dong Qiangqiang was reluctant to live here. Seeing that both the Eastern European woman and the giant man became very manic, he shrugged and walked out of the room beside the giant man.

When he pushed his luggage out of the building door, he saw that the third-floor window opened, and a pile of rags was thrown out along the window, almost hitting Dong Qiangqiang. There was a burst of laughter, he looked up, and saw that the Eastern European female general leaned out of the window with most of her body, made an indecent gesture at him, then shrank back suddenly, and closed the window with a "bang".

At this time, the sky gradually darkened, and the street lamps on both sides of the street slowly turned on.Dong Qiangqiang was hungry and tired. He pushed his suitcase and walked endlessly. When he passed a telephone booth, he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly rushed over and put a handful of coins into the coin slot of the telephone. He wanted to question Jin Yuan. , what the heck is going on.

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Jin Yuan's mobile phone vibrated in his backpack, and the backpack was lying quietly in the locker. At this time, Jin Yuan was sharply sharpening the knife in his hand in a dark corner outside the back door of the back kitchen. .

At this moment, when the back door of the back kitchen opened, the old chef walked out of the door with a smile on his phone while talking loudly.

Jin Yuan in the corner quietly stood up, and after observing the surrounding environment, he quietly approached the old chef step by step.

The knife was in his hand, flickering with a terrifying cold light.

(End of this chapter)