Hamburg in winter is often cloudy and very cold.
The morning sun was obscured by a thin layer of white clouds, and looked like a hazy golden ball of light, which did not bring much warmth to the land.
Caddickman walked out of the warm home and suddenly felt a chill coming towards his face, making him shiver involuntarily.
He quickly pulled the collar of his down jacket, pulled the zipper up a little further, and then turned around. close the door.
His home is right next to the harbor pier, and the lighthouse can be seen in the distance.
Walking along the wet embankment of the pier, you can see that the other side of the harbor is full of patrol ships.
The three tall masts looked spectacular against the hazy sunlight.
"It's probably going to rain," Caddeman exhaled softly and said.
Walk along the embankment and into the city.
Hamburg's architecture is typical Baroque style, nothing special.
There are no high-rise buildings, which is related to the German aesthetic standards for buildings.
They are not used to high-rise buildings.
Almost all cities with high-rise buildings have nothing to do with the United States.
For example, Berlin or Frankfurt.
The architecture in Hamburg should fall into the category that Germans find beautiful.
But in Cadickman's opinion, it is undoubtedly a bit mediocre, especially after seeing the grand scenes of other bustling metropolises in the world, he feels that Hamburg is very lackluster.
If I had to say it, it would be the seagulls hovering over the city.
There are a lot of them, but Cadickman has long been used to them.
When he arrived at the intersection and waited for the traffic light to turn green, Cadickman noticed that at some point, there was another yellow poster posted on the bus stop sign on the roadside, with a paragraph printed on it by a printer.
"In order to buy a beautiful IAD, I want to sell my iPhone."
Below is a private URL, obviously for interested people to contact them.
After reading it, Cadickman sneered disdainfully.
In his opinion, this is definitely a boring and stupid scam, and only fools will fall for it.
But there is never a shortage of fools in this world.
Because he saw someone taking pictures with a mobile phone, as if he wanted to record this piece of information.
God, this guy is so stupid.
He can't even see such an obvious scam?
Caddeman shook his head.
The light just turned green and he quickly crossed the road.
After crossing several roads, Cadickman 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 outer wall.
The white text on the red background reads: Let's be honest, who wants to read those long articles that will never be finished?
Yes, this is a slogan The slogan of the pictorial newspaper is also the purpose of running the newspaper.
Therefore, Bild's reports, just like their name, are mainly based on a large number of pictures, as well as various gossips.
Caddeman looked at the sign seriously and curled his lips.
It was a little loose.
He would have to have someone repair it later, but he didn't want to wait until it collapsed when it snowed.
Instead of turning into the intersection, he continued walking forward.
At the next intersection, Caddeman walked through the traffic light, reached the opposite side, and went directly into a restaurant at the intersection.
Unlike other restaurants in Hamburg and even Germany, which use German or, at best, English as their signboards, this restaurant's signboard is very distinctive and even attracted protests from many extreme citizens.
Because the signboard of this restaurant is in Chinese and does not contain other characters.
Caddeman also studied it specifically.
Those three words are called Wangjiang Pavilion.
"Hi Mr.
Dickman" He comes almost every day, so the waiters in the restaurant know him.
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But they still greeted him in Chinese.
Fortunately, after hearing it for a long time, Caddeman began to understand.
"Hi, good morning."
Caddeman greeted with a smile, but he spoke in German.
It's weird, isn't it?
Therefore, he and the waiter can't help but laugh.
This is one of their daily jokes.
"Preserved egg and lean meat porridge, xiaolongbao, crystal shrimp dumplings, siomai" he ordered in awkward Chinese, but then switched to German and said: "Well, that's it, I've lost weight recently."
"Oh my God, I still eat so much to lose weight," the waiter said with a smile in Chinese.
But Cadickman couldn't understand this sentence.
Because, at best, his Chinese proficiency is only able to name the dishes in the restaurant.
The waiter quickly remembered it and pointed upstairs, "Mr.
Dickman, please come upstairs."
"Oh, no, I can just sit downstairs."
"No, no, no, Mr.
Dickman, the downstairs is full, please come upstairs," the waiter said with a smile.
Cadickman was surprised.
Looking downstairs, it was undeniable that business was indeed very good, and probably 80% of the seats were occupied.
But there are still a lot of vacancies, right?
I used to come by myself, but I always sat downstairs.
Why do I have to go upstairs by myself today?
If he hadn't come here to eat all day, he would have mistakenly thought that the other party was deliberately making things difficult for him.
"Mr.
Dickman, believe me, please come upstairs."
The waiter said with a smile.
This time, he spoke in German.
It was only now that Caddeman discovered that this guy spoke German very well.
Didn't he hear all the mutterings, complaints, and even teasing that he had about him on weekdays?
Fortunately, he was always smiling, so it turned out that he was just pretending.
Well, for the sake of the delicious tea eggs you always give me, let’s just go upstairs.
After finishing speaking, Cadickman sneaked closer and said with a smile: "Remember, tea eggs."
"Understood" the waiter pointed out two fingers, indicating that two would be given away.
Caddeman then stomped upstairs with a smile on his face.
There are some private rooms upstairs.
Usually no one uses them in the morning, so they are very empty.
But the door of one of the private rooms was open, and there was light inside.
Standing at the door was a sturdy oriental man wearing a crisp black suit and black sunglasses.
He looked very much like a tough oriental man who came out of The Matrix.
As soon as he saw him, the Matrix made a gesture of invitation towards the box.
Caddeman had the urge to turn around and run away, but that would be timid, wouldn't it?
Besides, this is Hamburg.
Is it possible?
Who else dares to do anything to themselves?
Relying on his confidence in German security and the German police, as well as his genuine curiosity, Cadickman walked over.
As soon as I arrived at the door of the box, I saw two young people inside.
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The strange thing is that both of them are immersed in playing games.
Oh my god, this is too much.
It doesn't match that burly guy outside at all, okay?
Fortunately, I almost didn't scare my little heart out just now.
After standing for about two or three seconds, he realized that the two people were focused on playing the game and did not notice him at all.
Cadickman coughed twice.
One of them raised his head and left with a sigh.
As soon as he looked up, Caddeman recognized him immediately.
Yang Huan It's him Why did he come to Hamburg and still want to see him?
Is it because Thinking of this, Cadickman couldn't help but feel happier.
If he was dissatisfied just now and rushed out of the door, now, even if he had to rush, he would not leave.
The reason is very simple.
He thinks that another fool has come to his door.
Woolf, Kerkhoff, who would have thought that the next one would be the famous Yang Huan Thinking of this, Cadickman couldn't help but reach out through his clothes and touch the mobile phone in his pocket.
Well, I didn't forget it at home.
That's good.
I'll have to get ready 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's hand touching the phone had to reach out.
"Come, please sit down" "Thanks" After the two sat down, Yang Huan kept staring at Dickman and smiling.
This man made Dickman a little embarrassed.
Gradually, I felt a little guilty.
As a last resort, the hands that were originally intended to be put into the pockets of pants could only be placed on the table.
Sure enough, as soon as he did this, Yang Huan spoke.
"I've always heard of Mr.
Dickman, but 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.
The latter was also a little flattered and quickly stood up.
"This is my first meeting with Mr.
Dickman.
I come here with frankness and no suspicion.
I just want to make friends.
I hope Mr.
Dickman will do the same."
These words stopped in Dickman's ears, which was somewhat embarrassing.
Because he successively calculated against the German President and the Chairman of the Board of Directors of Hamburg.
But now it seems that Yang Huan is completely different from those two idiots.
At least, he is wary of recording.
Okay, just be honest, who is afraid of whom anyway?
Thinking of this, Dickman took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, shook it towards Yang Huan, and placed it on the table.
"Tell me, should I be honored to have Master Huan come to your door in person and take the trouble to arrange it?"
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Yang Huan shook his head, "You are wrong, Mr.
Dickman, this is not troublesome at all, okay?"
Perhaps seeing Dickman's puzzled expression, Yang Huan said with a smile: "I have always paid attention to your column.
You have mentioned Wangjiang Pavilion many times.
For example, you just said not long ago that Tuchel's burger is just like This Wangjiang Pavilion’s preserved egg and lean meat porridge is the same, remember?”
When Dickman heard this, he couldn't help laughing.
It was a metaphor he got by accident, and he himself thought it was funny.
The ingredients used in Wangjiangge's preserved egg and lean meat porridge are relatively ordinary, nothing very high-end, but the cooked porridge is quite delicious, which completely fascinated Dickman, who has never been a fan of Chinese food.
The same goes for Tuchel's Hamburg.
There are no big-name stars, but the team they have formed has a very good combat effectiveness, and the style of play is also very beautiful and lovable, which makes people obsessed.
As soon as Yang Huan said this, Dickman believed that the person opposite was indeed a reader of his column, and his favorable impression doubled immediately.
But even so, Dickman still has his own professional ethics.
"Master Huan, I know why you came to me today.
I also think that even though it is our first time to meet you, 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, why am I looking for you?"
Dickman stared at Master Huan and said word by word: "Aren't you just here for the informant information that Kerkhoff and others gave us?"
"Well, yes, you are absolutely right."
Yang Huan was really honest.
"But you have misjudged the wrong person.
You should know that our Bild Newspaper's style of conduct is that we rely on poaching people to increase sales.
If you want us to give up, then you should take a look at our past."
Dickmann meant to remind Yang Huan that even German President Wolff could not make him surrender.
Yang Huan could Yang Huan laughed and nodded: "You are right, Mr.
Dickman, but I have never wanted to convince you, nor have I ever wanted you to give up any news reports that are not good for me."
When Dickman heard this, he was surprised, "Then why are you here today?"
Yang Huan stared at the middle-aged German man opposite him and chuckled, "I heard that Mr.
Dickmann is a famous machine gun in the German media.
He has knocked down countless celebrities with one pen.
He has never been afraid of power and is willing to die to expose the truth" Being praised like this by Master Huan, even though Dickman was so thick-skinned, he really couldn't bear it.
He is indeed not afraid of power, but how can he be willing to die to reveal the truth?
Even sometimes, when he clearly doesn't have the truth, he has to make up a truth, okay?
"Mr.
Dickman, I feel that the information and clues given to you by Kerkhoff and others are too little."
When Dickman heard this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
But Young Master Huan stared at him and chuckled, "So, I made a special trip to deliver bullets to you today":