The next morning, after Jiang Chen and Aisha had breakfast in the dining room, they went straight to the garage. According to the plan, today is free and easy. Jiang Chen planned to take the little girl to have a good time in Munich, and at seven o'clock in the evening, he went to the University of Munich to attend the international student party.

For this date, Aisha has shown a look of anticipation since last night. After waking up in the morning, she tried on several clothes in a row, and finally chose a plain black cotton skirt and a pair of platform shoes, and painted a little light makeup.

Because it was private time, Jiang Chen also dressed very casually, put on a gray windbreaker over his shirt and took her hand and went out.

On the way to the garage, the two unexpectedly bump into Carmen, who is talking to a man in a brown wallet. The reason why he was surprised was because Jiang Chen remembered that he should not live in this manor.

The conversation quickly ended, and the strange man turned away neatly. When he turned around, he noticed Jiang Chen and Aisha, but he just glanced at Jiang Chen and walked away silently.

Although it was only a hurried glance, Jiang Chen still felt a very uncomfortable taste from his body.

How do you say that? There is a faint smell of gunsmoke.

Seeing Jiang Chen, Carmen's eyes lit up, and she immediately stepped forward with a smile.

"Ready to go?"

"Well, I'm going to go around Munich today and I'm going back tomorrow. Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"Speaking of which, you're tomorrow...... Well, what time is the plane?"

"Nine o'clock in the morning. Any questions?"

"Of course not, have fun," Carmen smiled. After a pause, he added, "Come back as soon as possible." ”

Without much pleasantries, Carmen said that there was still something to be done, so she took her leave.

"Slavs. At this moment, Aisha suddenly spoke.

"Huh?" Jiang Chen looked at her suspiciously.

"That man just now, he's a mercenary—huh?"

Aisha's words weren't finished. Jiang Chen put his hand on her head.

Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked at Jiang Chen in confusion.

"Don't think so much about it today, it's rare to go out for a trip. He gently stroked her hair. Jiang Chen said with a smile.

Feeling the warmth on her head, Aisha buried her head in embarrassment and hummed softly.

The Rothschilds were clearly plotting something, but it wasn't against him. The more powerful and powerful people are, the more they cherish their feathers. Not to mention that Jiang Chen and Luke reached an agreement the day before yesterday. Even if Jiang Chen insists on standing on the opposite side of mining giants such as Vale and BHP Group, they will not do anything in Germany.

Since it has nothing to do with him, Jiang Chen doesn't need to care so much.

But Carmen's remark of coming back early in the evening is very intriguing.

What happens at night?

……

Compared to the bustle of previous days, the streets of Munich are exceptionally quiet today. It was daytime, but the streets were sparsely populated. Many shops are open for business, but there are no people inside. It wasn't until we got closer to the city centre that the situation improved.

I parked my car in the parking lot at the entrance of the pedestrian street and took Aisha's hand on the street. Jiang Chen faintly smelled an unusual smell. But he thought that he would leave here tomorrow, so he didn't pay attention to it.

The solemnity that lingered on the street did not affect the date of the two. Along the way, Aisha kept holding Jiang Chen's arm, and from the slightly curved corners of her mouth, Jiang Chen could see that she was very happy. The two of them spent the whole morning shuttling through the malls in Munich, buying a bunch of large bags of clothes.

As for the language, don't worry about it at all. Jiang Chen has installed instant translation software on his mobile phone.

At noon, Jiang Chen took Aisha to find a Western restaurant and walked in, sat by the window, and ordered two steaks and cold drinks from the waiter. The violin in the dining room was beautiful, perhaps because of the atmosphere, Aisha looked shy. The two enjoyed lunch while exchanging opinions on the afternoon itinerary.

In the middle of their meal, two men suddenly sat down at their adjacent table. Judging by the way they dress, they should be white-collar workers working in a nearby office building. Hearing their conversation, Jiang Chen learned that a demonstration against the wave of refugees had taken place yesterday in front of the Munich Opera House.

"I'm afraid it won't be peaceful these days. ”

"yes. The man with the short shaved hair sighed.

"What happened to yesterday's parade?"

"The mayor has come out and said that he will put pressure on parliament and will consider passing a bill to limit the influx of refugees. He said that last month, but what about the result?"

"This damn humanitarianism...... Why don't the locusts go to another country......?

Jiang Chen reached out and pressed it on the mobile phone screen on the desktop, turned off the translation software that was flashing with text, and looked at Aisha with some concern. Seeing that there was no sad expression on her face, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's fine. As if sensing the concern in Jiang Chen's sight, Aisha smiled softly.

"Are you really okay?"

"Hmm. Aisha nodded, and the fork in her hand played with the small tomatoes on the iron plate.

"Because, it can't be helped. ”

……

As dusk progresses, the dome of the opera house is dyed a golden hue. The parade with signs held high was marching forward, yesterday's demonstration was only a warning, today is the main event. If the authorities continue to fool people with that ambiguous rhetoric, the citizens of Bavaria will tell the Federal Assembly about their dissatisfaction with the decisions of the authorities.

Today is the day of a diplomatic meeting between the President of Germany and the President of Austria.

Presumably, even those in high positions of power will do something to appease public opinion out of scruples about face.

However, the marchers clearly miscalculated the situation, and not everyone was extreme, or "visionary". The protesters standing in front of the opera house were less than 1% of Munich's total population, and for the time being, at least, the Virgins had the upper hand, and those who sympathized with the refugees were still greater than those who hated them.

Before the diplomatic convoy of the presidents of the two countries arrived, heavily armed police dispersed the marchers with tear gas "peacefully", detained the leaders, and the chaos ended quickly. In order to ensure safety, Germany even dispatched the 9th Brigade of the Border Guards to maintain order, which is commonly known as the GSG9 special forces.

The entire opera house is as solid as an iron bucket.

Soon, ten black Mercedes cars stopped at the door of the opera house. A square-faced middle-aged man and a tall and thin middle-aged man stepped out of the two cars at the same time, walked in and shook hands surrounded by media reporters, and walked into the opera house side by side, talking and laughing.

German President Joshim Godter, Austrian President Heinz Philer. They were followed by German Vice Chancellor and Federal Minister for Economic Affairs and Energy Evelyn Gistvet and Austrian Vice Chancellor and Minister of Finance.

This is the first time this year that such a high-level meeting has been held between the two governments. During the afternoon meeting, the two sides had reached a consensus on economic cooperation and the growing problem of refugees. Watching the opera house tonight is to consolidate the diplomatic gains of the afternoon.

Meanwhile, in the Imperial Hotel, three blocks away from the Opera House, Carmen is standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Presidential Suite on the top floor, quietly looking at the golden dome of the Opera House with a glass of wine.

The door behind him opened, and Johnson walked up behind him.

"The actors are already in place. ”

Hearing this, the corners of Carmen's mouth curled.

"Great. So...... The show began. ”

He lifted his hand through the glass, clinking glasses with the shadow of the opera house in the floor-to-ceiling window. (To be continued.) )