By the time E1 pushed Takagi out of Zurich Airport, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Omori hunched over and walked in front without saying a word.

After walking to the parking lot, Omori took out a car key and unlocked an Audi A8L. E1 was a little surprised: the style of this car is steady and pragmatic, and Takagi would buy a car that is not ostentatious?

At this time, Omori shouted in a hoarse voice, "Help me." ”

E1 followed Omori's gaze to Takagi's wheelchair, "Does the old man want me to carry this 'sissy' into the car?" While he was still hesitating, Omori had already opened the door and shouted impatiently, "Hurry up." ”

E1 had no choice but to hug Takagi Kotobo. "Damn, this guy is so heavy. E1 thought depressedly, and then struggled to pick up Takagi into the car.

"Where are you going, Mr. Takagi?" asked E1.

"I'm hungry, let's find a place to eat. Takagi yawned, as if he was tired from the long flight, "Omori, take our guests to a nice place to eat." ”

"Yes. With that, Omori started the car tremblingly.

"Mr. Omori, don't you matter?" E1, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the old man's trembling hands, very worried.

Takagi looked into a warm coat, like an arrogant lynx, with sarcasm on his face, "Mr. E1, don't worry about it, Omori has no problem at all. ”

E1 hesitated, "I hope so." ”

"Really. "Don't you know, a Swiss driver's license doesn't have an expiration date, and you can get on the road at any age." Speaking of which, Omori is still a young man here, he is not yet seventy years old. ”

E1 smiled wryly, "It's the first time I've heard of it. ”

"Eye-opening, right?" Takagi laughed, the high-pitched voice causing E1 to frown.

As the car drove out of the parking lot, Takagi's mood suddenly improved, and he grabbed the back of E1's seat and began to babble about the city of Zurich to E1.

Zurich in January is cold and silent, with a bit of poetry of independence. But the streets are punctuated by men in bicycles and teenagers skateboarding, adding a bit of vibrancy to the city.

"What's that red stuff on the ground?" asked E1, curiously pointing to the ground at the T-junction.

"That's a rubber non-slip belt. Takagi smiled and said, "Guess what's it for?"

E1 shook his head, "I can't guess. ”

"It's designed for cyclists to prevent their bikes from skidding at intersections. "Don't you think the Swiss are interesting?"

"All I can say is that they really enjoy riding. E1 said, glancing at his phone. He sent a message to Wan Guohou after the plane landed, reporting the situation, but Wan Guohou did not reply to him.

"By the way, Mr. Takagi, are you sure you want to eat before lodging?" asked E1.

"Well, I'll eat first, and I'll think about other things when I'm full. Takagi said, yawning again.

"Young master, you can sleep for a while, you didn't sleep well on the plane. Omori said loyally.

"I can't sleep on the plane, and I can't sleep in the car. Takagi Gongwang said disapprehantly, "You really think of me as a disabled person? Hmph, old immortal, let me tell you, it won't be long before I can stand up!"

"That's for sure. Omori replied.

E1 glanced at Omori. The latter's face could not have been more ordinary, and the age spots and deep wrinkles that dotted him showed that he had worked hard over the years. His nose was long, and his gray beard resembled a thick layer of moss, parasitic on the lower half of his dead wood-like face. His eyes were filled with caution and sadness, which made E1 feel a little sympathetic: perhaps, Omori really took care of Takagi as his own child.

E1 didn't know much about Takagi Gongwang, and Wan Guohou only briefly described the general situation to him: the two used to be friends, but later turned against each other because of some things, which directly led to Takagi Gongwang deliberately not paying back the money owed to Wan Guohou.

"A spoiled rich second generation. E1 thought, and began to close his eyes.

"Alright, let's stop here. Takagi said, patting the E1 seat, "Ho, look." ”

In front of you is a dark gray three-story building with the restaurant's name inlaid with gold bronze letters.

After getting out of the car, Takagi sat in a wheelchair and looked up and read, "Zeughauskeller." His pronunciation was weird, amusing E1.

"What are you laughing at?" said Takagi unhappily, "Are you laughing at me?"

"Nope. E1 patiently said, "I feel emotional, this place doesn't look like a restaurant." He pointed to the arch and said, "Besides, this house is too old, isn't it?"

"This building is more than 500 years old. "In ancient times, it was once the Swiss Arsenale, so it is also known as the 'Armory Cellar'. ”

At this time, Omori had already parked the car and returned to the two. He led the way in front, and E1 pushed Takagi Kotomo, and the three of them walked into the cold-looking restaurant without hurrying.

As soon as you enter the gate, you will suddenly see a strong contrast between the bright and warm lights and the laughter of people and the cold temperament of the building's exterior wall.

The ceiling of the dining room is adorned with deep maroon wooden beams, supported by a dozen floor-to-ceiling thick gray columns, some hexagonal wooden chandeliers hang from the ceiling and shimmer with an intimate soft light, old military maps, battle insignia, vintage rifles hang from the walls, and at the end of the hall there is even a rusty gun emplacement.

The waiter led the three to a table. E1 was a little nervous when he saw the old wooden chairs with paint peeling, "Are these antiques?"

"You may be seated. Takagi sneered and said, "Mr. E1, please don't just look at your appearance. ”

E1 glanced at Takagi quickly, as if to confirm whether the latter's words contained sarcasm. But the latter, as always smiling, sat down and began to order food intently.

Soon, the dish was served.

"What is this?" E1 looked at the table dumbfounded.

In front of him sat a long iron sword, wrapped in a lot of tan beef, and the rough wooden hilt had a charm of "great ingenuity".

Takagi Gongwang forked a piece of beef, and the cold and shining sword body was immediately revealed. "This is the restaurant's signature dish, the mayor's sword. He explains, "Anyone who comes to this restaurant for the first time should try this dish." ”

Omori said humbly: "Young master, I'm not hungry, you can eat first." ”

E1 looked at Takagi Kowang's smiling eyes, gritted his teeth, and then picked up a fork and forked a piece of beef. The beef was so big that he hesitated for a few seconds and then bit down hard.

E1's expression was subtle, as if it was a little painful, and it seemed like a little regret. After eating the piece of beef without saying a word, he forked a second piece.

"You can try it with this barbecue sauce. Takagi cocked his tail finger charmingly, and enthusiastically pushed a small saucer in front of E1.

E1 devoured several pieces of beef before sighing contentedly. "It's so delicious!" he said indistinctly as he chewed as his mouth was stuffed with food, "Mr. Takagi, let's eat here tomorrow." ”

Takagi smiled smugly and said, "Of course, but there are many delicacies in Zurich, so Mr. E1 should try something else." ”

"The beef is well cooked, but it doesn't feel too old, and I can eat it full of juice and feel the shredded meat bouncing on my tongue. E1 nodded as he ate, saying, "I didn't expect to be able to eat such delicious food in such a shabby restaurant." ”

"You can try this, fondue, it's a must-eat when you come to Switzerland. Takagi Gongwang squeezed his eyes, "Don't say that I'm not considerate, I'm much more generous than Jiu Ishan." ”

E1 pretended not to hear the malice in his words, and just buried his head in the feast.

Takagi Gongwang ate for a while, felt a little hot, and took off his coat. He wears a custom red embroidered short coat with a dragon-shaped motif and a large three-letter "MFS" embroidered on his chest.

E1 blinked, "Mr. Takagi, did you embroider the letters on this dress on purpose?"

"What's wrong?" Takagi looked down at his clothes, "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"It's beautiful. E1 stubbornly said, "But it's easy to misunderstand and ambiguous." ”

"What ambiguity?" Takagi felt puzzled.

"I've heard that MFS is generally used by foreigners in Switzerland to complain and tease Swiss. E1 explained. He hesitated, "It's Mother-Fucking-Swiss." ”

Takagi covered his mouth and trembled with laughter. The guests at the next table glanced at him in disgust, but did not speak.

"Mr. Takagi didn't come to Switzerland on purpose to order such a dress, did he?" E1 said, picking up a piece of baguette cut into small pieces, dipping it in the cheese pan, and eating it with relish.

"Not really. Takagi stopped when he was tired of laughing, "MFS is an abbreviation for a neon band I like very much—my-first-story. ”

When the table was full of food, E1 couldn't eat anymore, and Takagi was still eating unhurriedly.

"Your appetite is so good. E1 was surprised, "But you're not fat at all!"

"Kugayama said my stomach is a 'black hole', haha. Takagi said, patting his stomach proudly. I don't know if it's because of the food, his mean appearance has softened a little, and he looks less annoying.

Half an hour later, Takagi burped and pushed the dishes away. "I can't eat it, I don't eat it. He wiped his mouth with an embroidered handkerchief, then pulled out his vanity mirror and looked at his lips.

"Mr. Takagi, where are we staying for the night?" asked E1.

"You don't have to worry about that. Takagi said lazily, "Omori, you go to the checkout and book the hotel." ”

"Okay, young master. Omori said respectfully.

Takagi glanced at his phone, "It's still early, Mr. E1, come and walk around with me for a while." ”

E1 hesitated, then got up and pushed Takagi's wheelchair.

"Mr. E1, do you hate me very much?" asked Takagi Kowang, looking at the model in the LV window on the street.

E1 smiled wryly and said, "How can you feel like this?"

"It's written in your eyes. "You think I'm a freak dressed up like a mother, and I'm arrogant and rude to call others casually because I have a little money at home." ”

E1 was a little embarrassed, "I'm not comfortable with your outfit, but I don't hate you either. ”

"I took you to a restaurant that looks very old, but the food is very tasty. Takagi said, "Are you satisfied with this meal?"

"Very satisfied. ”

"So, do you admit it? You can't judge people by their appearance. ”

E1 was silent for a few seconds, "Mr. Takagi taught me that I really didn't do a good enough job. ”

"Don't do that either. "I'm not interested in being your teacher. I just want to tell you, don't be prejudiced against me, maybe we can be friends. ”

E1 looked at the ground paved with fine stones and said slowly, "We don't need to be friends, for me, we just need to finish the work that Mr. Kugayama gave me." For Mr. Takagi, this is done, and there is no need for us to interact with each other. ”

"Don't talk so badly. Takagi smiled and said, "Aren't you Italian? I've heard that Italians have sweet mouths, so why are you talking so sadly?"

E1 reluctantly said, "I'm just telling the truth." ”

"I can tell you for sure that we have a need not only to be friends, but also to be friends for a long time. "I'm really not kidding, Mr. E1, I appreciate you. ”

"Thank you. E1 said, muttering to himself, "This guy can't have a crush on me, right?"

After the two were silent for a while, Takagi said, "Mr. E1, can I ask what is the salary that Kugayama pays you?"

Takagi's question was so direct that E1 didn't react at once.

"I know it's rude to ask. "But I do want to know the answer to this question, and I will tell you my reasons as soon as you answer." ”

E1 couldn't help but have a headache when he saw that he had a "don't give up if you don't answer" posture. He freed his hand, grabbed the messy curls, and then reluctantly said, "Mr. Kugayama doesn't pay me directly, but his housekeeper is responsible for my food, clothing, housing and transportation. I have a few cards that are valid in various countries, and the amount is enough for me. ”

"Are you not restricted from buying luxury goods, eating big meals, etc.?" Although Takagi didn't look back, E1 could imagine his wide-eyed look of surprise.

"I can buy whatever I want. E1 said calmly, "Even if it's a top-tier supercar, Mr. Kugayama won't stop me." He smiled, "But I don't usually do that, and I don't have to." ”

"I see, I see. Takagi nodded, "So, Mr. E1, can you cooperate with me?"