Winter hamburger is cloudy and cold.

The morning sun was obscured by a thin layer of pale white clouds, which looked like a hazy golden mass of light, which did not bring much warmth to the land.

Kai Dickman walked out of the warm home, and suddenly felt a chill rushing over his face, which made him shiver involuntarily, and quickly pulled the collar on the down jacket, pulled the zipper up a little more, and then turned around to close the door.

His home is on the edge of the harbor pier, with a lighthouse in the distance.

Walking along the wet embankment of the wharf, you can see that the other side of the harbor is full of steamers patrolling the sea.

The three tall masts, against the backdrop of the hazy sunlight, look spectacular.

"It's going to rain, right?" Kai Dickman exhaled softly and said.

Walk along the embankment and into the city.

The architecture of Hamburg is typical of the Baroque style, nothing special.

There are no high-rise buildings, which has to do with the aesthetic standards of the Germans.

They are not accustomed to high-rise buildings, and almost all cities with high-rise buildings have nothing to do with beauty.

Berlin, for example, or Frankfurt.

The architecture of Hamburg should belong to the category of beauty that the Germans think is beautiful.

But this is undoubtedly a bit banal for Kai Dickman, especially after seeing the pomp and circumstance of some of the other bustling metropolises in the world, and he feels that Hamburg is very uncharacteristic.

If anything, it would be the seagulls hovering over the city, a lot, but Kai Dickman is used to it.

When he came to the intersection and waited for the traffic light, Kai Dickman noticed that there was a yellow poster on the bus stop sign on the side of the road, and he didn't know when he posted a paragraph with a printer on it.

"In order to buy a beautiful iPad, I want to sell my review."

Below is a private web address, apparently for interested parties to contact.

After Kai Dickman saw it, he sneered disdainfully.

In his opinion, this is definitely a boring and stupid scam that only a fool can fall for.

But there is no shortage of fools in this world.

Because he saw that someone was taking pictures with their mobile phones, as if they wanted to record this piece of information.

God, this guy is stupid enough to see such an obvious deception?

Kai Dickman shook his head, and just as the light was green, he walked quickly across the street.

Crossing a few streets, Kai Dickman stopped at an intersection and looked inside.

What he saw was a gray five-story building with long billboards on its façade.

In white letters on a red background, it reads: Let's be honest, who wants to read those tirades that can never be finished?

That's right, it's a slogan!

The slogan of the Bild newspaper is also the purpose of the newspaper!

So, the Bild's report, like their name, is dominated by a lot of pictures and all sorts of gossip.

Kai Dickman looked at the sign very seriously, pouted, a little loose, he had to be repaired and repaired, but he didn't wait until it snowed and crushed it.

I didn't turn the corner, but kept going.

At the next street entrance, Kai Dickman crossed the traffic light, went to the opposite side, and went straight into a restaurant at the street corner.

Unlike Hamburg and other restaurants in Germany, where German is used, and English is used as a sign, the signboard of this restaurant is very distinctive, and even attracted many protests from extremist citizens for a time.

Because the signage of this restaurant is in Chinese, no other words are interspersed.

Kai Dickman also specially learned it, those three words are called, Wangjiang Pavilion!

"Hi, Mr. Dickman!"

He comes almost every day, so the waiters in the restaurant know him too.

But they were still greeting him in Chinese.

Fortunately, after listening to it more, Kai Dickman also understood.

"Hi, good morning." Kai Dickman greeted him with a smile, but he was in German.

It's weird, isn't it?

So, he and the waiter can't help but laugh, which is one of their daily laughs.

"Preserved egg and thin porridge, xiao long bao, crystal shrimp dumplings, siu mai ......" he ordered in an awkward Chinese, but then changed 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 this sentence, Kai Dickman does not understand.

Because, his Chinese level is at most able to order the name of the restaurant's dishes.

The waiter quickly remembered it and pointed upstairs, "Mr. Dickman, please upstairs." ”

"Oh, no, I'll just sit downstairs."

"No, no, Mr. Dickman, the downstairs is full, upstairs please!" The waiter said with a smile.

Kai Dickman was surprised, and then looked downstairs, it is undeniable that the business is indeed very good, and there should be eighty percent of the seats.

But there's still a lot of empty seats, isn't there?

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 definitely have mistakenly thought that the other party was going to deliberately make things difficult for him.

"Mr. Dickman, trust me, please upstairs." The waiter said with a smile.

This time, he was in German.

It was only now that Kai Dickman found out that this guy spoke German very well.

Didn't he hear all the muttering, complaining, and even ridiculing about him on weekdays?

It's a shame that he always looks like hehe, it turns out that it's all pretended.

Well, for the sake of the delicious tea eggs you often give me, upstairs is upstairs.

After finishing speaking, Kai Dickman sneaked closer and said with a smile: "Remember, tea eggs!" ”

"Understood!" The waiter gestured with two fingers and motioned for two.

Kai Dickman then smiling and staggering upstairs.

Upstairs are some VIP boxes, which are usually used in the morning, so they are empty.

But one of the boxes was open, and the inside was bright, and at the door stood a fierce oriental man wearing a crisp black suit and black sunglasses, who looked like a sturdy oriental man from the Matrix.

As soon as they saw him, the Matrix made a gesture towards the box.

Kai Dickman has the urge to turn around and run, but that would be timid, isn't it?

Besides, this is a hamburger, is it difficult, who else dares to do anything to themselves?

Relying on his confidence in German security and the German police, coupled with his genuine curiosity, Kai Dickman walked over.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the box, I saw two young people inside.

And the strange thing is that both of them are actually immersed in playing games.

Oh my God, that's what the hell is that, isn't it?

It doesn't match the big man out there at all, okay?

It's a shame that I almost didn't scare my little heart out just now.

After standing for about two or three seconds, and finding that the two of them were staring directly at the game, and didn't notice themselves at all, Kai Dickman coughed heavily.

One of them looked up and left, and sighed.

As soon as he looked up, Kai Dickman immediately recognized him.

Yang Huan!

It turned out to be him!

How did he get to the burger? Do you want to see yourself because ......

Thinking of this, Kai Dickman's heart couldn't help but be even happier.

If he still had a kind of dissatisfaction with coming out of the door just now, then now, even if he is in a hurry, he will not leave.

The reason is very simple, he thinks, another fool has taken the initiative to send it to the door.

Woolf, Kerkhoff, who would have thought that the next one would be the famous Yang Huan!

Thinking of this, Kai Dickman couldn't help but reach through his clothes and touch the phone in his pocket, well, I didn't forget it at home, it's good, I have to prepare it 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 touched his phone's hand and had to reach it out as well.

"Come, please be seated!"

"Thank you!"

After the two sat down, Yang Huan kept staring at Dickman and smiled, which made Dickman a little embarrassed.

Gradually, there is still some weakness.

As a last resort, the hand that was originally inserted into the pocket of his pants could only be put on the table.

Sure enough, as soon as he did this, Yang Huan spoke.

"I've always heard of Mr. Dickman, but I've never had the opportunity to meet him, which is a pity."

Yang Huan took the initiative to stand up and poured a cup of tea for Dickman, who was also a little flattered and quickly stood up.

"This is my first meeting with Mr. Dickman, and I came with honesty and without the slightest suspicion, just to make friends, and hopefully Mr. Dickman too."

The words stopped in Dickman's ears, somewhat embarrassed.

Because he has calculated the president of Germany and the chairman of the board of directors of Hamburg.

But now it seems that Yang Huan is completely different from those two stupid people, at least, he is wary of recording.

Well, be honest and be honest, who's afraid of whom anyway?

Thinking of this, Dickman took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, shook it towards Yang Huan, and put it on the table.

"To be able to let Young Master Huan come to the door in person and bother to arrange it, you say, shouldn't I be honored?"

Yang Huan shook his head, "You're wrong, Mr. Dickman, it's not troublesome at all, okay?" ”

Perhaps seeing Dickman's puzzled expression, Yang Huan smiled and said: "I have always paid attention to your column, you have mentioned Wangjiang Pavilion many times, for example, you said not long ago that Tuchel's hamburger is the same as this Wangjiang Pavilion's preserved egg and lean porridge, remember?" ”

Dickman couldn't help but laugh when he heard it, it was a metaphor he had come up with by chance, and he himself thought it was funny.

Wangjiang Pavilion's preserved egg and lean porridge is made of relatively ordinary ingredients, nothing very high-end, but the porridge cooked is quite delicious, which makes Dickman, who has never liked Chinese food, completely fascinated.

It's the same with Thomas Tuchel's Hamburg, who don't have any big names, but they have a team that is quite good at fighting and has a very pleasant style of play, which makes people obsessed.

When Yang Huan said this, Dickman believed that the person opposite was indeed his columnist, and his favorability suddenly doubled.

But even so, Dickman still has his own work ethic.

"Young Master Huan, I know the purpose of your coming to me today, and I also think that although it is the first time we met, 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, what is my purpose in looking for you?" ”

Dickman stared at Young Master Huan and said word by word: "Aren't you here for the whistleblowing information that Kerkhoff and the others gave us?" ”

"Well, yes, you're right." Yang Huan is really frank.

"But you're looking at the wrong person, you should know that the style of our Bild newspaper, we rely on poaching people to win sales, if you want us to give up, then you should look at our past."

Dickman meant to remind Yang Huan that even German President Woolf couldn't make him submit, and one Yang Huan would?

Yang Huan laughed and nodded, "You're right, Mr. Dickman, but, I never thought to convince you, and I never wanted you to give up any news reports that were unfavorable to me. ”

When Dickman heard this, he was surprised, "Then what is the purpose of your coming today......

Yang Huan stared at the middle-aged German man opposite, and smiled, "I heard that Mr. Dickmann is a famous machine gun in the German media, and he has swept down many celebrities with a pen, and he has never been afraid of power, and he swears to expose the truth to the death......"

was praised by Young Master Huan like this, Rao is Dickman is thick-skinned enough, and he really can't stand it.

He is indeed not afraid of power, but where did he come from to swear to reveal the truth?

Even, sometimes, he has to make up a truth when he doesn't have the truth, okay?

"Mr. Dickman, I think that Kerkhoff and the others have given you too little information and clues."

Dickman's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard this.

Young Master Ke Huan stared at him, hehe smiled, "So, I'm here today to send you bullets!" ”