At three o'clock in the afternoon, not a minute, no more than a minute, the old man Raysef arrived at dukatz_im_literaturhaus restaurant on time.

Resefu glanced at Fu Xin and the others with some surprise, sat down with a golden sword, and then said bluntly: "I knew you had something to do with me." Tell me, are these friends you met in China? Find me something. ”

Resev's tone was so cold that you don't want to hear any jokes from him.

"Well, these three gentlemen are from China, and they are friends I met in China." Andreas didn't want to say much to the old man, Resef.

Fu Xin and the three of them stood up, and Fu Xin said: "Mr. Raysef, it's a pleasure to meet you, we are from China, my name is Fu, this is Luo, this is Wan." Fu Xin pointed to Luo Yuanmin and Wan Jianghe and introduced, "We came to you, naturally we have something to talk to you about, we want to buy a motorcycle production line from the Si Bandu factory under Bavaria Maschinenbau AG." ”

Fu Xin spoke very directly and quickly, which was all discussed between Fu Xin and Luo Yuanmin and others before coming. At that time, Fu Xin proposed that since Rethef was an eccentric old man who did not play cards according to common sense, then their attitude towards Resef should also be that he played cards out of common sense.

Fu Xin's proposal, naturally, attracted the opposition of Luo Yuanmin and other ten people, in their model, how can there be such a thing, even if people do not play cards according to common sense, but our China, as a country of etiquette since ancient times, basic etiquette should be done!

The two sides had different opinions, but in the end they did what Fu Xin proposed, because Andreas came up with an idea next to him, treat Reseff, you really can't treat it according to common sense, that old man is too weird, only his deceased father can get along with Reseph.

Andreas's opinion naturally occupies a lot of weight, because Reseff is only familiar with Andreas. In the end, the opinions of Fu Xin, Luo Yuanmin and others were neutralized, with Fu Xin's opinions as the main and Luo Yuanmin and others as supplements.

Reseff dealt with the new unkind, really a little surprised, in his impression, the Chinese are very polite, Chinese speak, just like their country, mysterious and secretive, always like to hide, let you guess. But this Chinese in front of him, this is too direct!

Although there are some accidents, but this is only some accidents, the rest are all business-like indifference, Resev said: "I'm sorry, Fu from China, I can't promise you, a lot of things in the Sibandu factory under our Bavarian Machine-Building Works-JSC are on the list of the Batumi embargo, so I can't promise you, you still save this heart!" ”

Entering the negotiation link, Fu Xin naturally would not be frightened so simply, and then retreated, Fu Xin said: "Mr. Resev, as far as I know, the motorcycle production line is not in the ranks of the Batumi embargo. ”

"Oh. Nope! Resev rolled his eyes, "I'm sorry, the motorcycle production line of our Bavarian Maschinenbfak AG's Si Dou plant is different from the production line of other motorcycle manufacturers, you have to understand that our ** MW motorcycle is the best motorcycle on the planet, so our motorcycle production line has a lot of advanced technology, these advanced technologies are on the list of the Batumi embargo, so, sorry, I can't sell the motorcycle production line to you." ”

"." Fu Xin sighed in his heart. He understands very well that the motorcycle production line of the Spandau factory is indeed advanced, and some of the technical equipment in it is indeed on the list of the Batumi embargo. However, these technical equipment, Bavarian Maschinenbfak AG will not be open to the public at all, this is the sword of the company that can occupy a leading position in the market.

However, these technical devices are not as much as Raysef said, nor are they as serious as Raysef said. Because these technical equipment are not for sale of Bavarian Maschinenbfab AG, the motorcycle production line of Bavarian Maschinenbfab AG has no such technical equipment at all, and these technical equipment are replaced by the technical equipment that Bavarian Maschinenbfak AG has put on the second line.

Thinking that although he thought so, Fu Xin would not say it stupidly, Fu Xin changed his soothing tone and said, "Mr. Raysef, you used to have a son, right?" ”

Fu Xin's words were said very suddenly, and everyone didn't realize it......

Resef immediately stood up, pointed at Andreas and yelled, "Bastard, you told him! ”

Andreas was a little innocent, shrugged his shoulders, and then looked, he didn't understand, how did Fu Xin know about this very secret thing, he didn't mention this matter to Fu Xin at all, could it be that he accidentally said it when he was drunk?

Seeing that Rethev was about to leave angrily, Fu Xin said calmly: "Mr. Resef, if you don't want to find your son, then you can leave, I promise not to stop you." ”

Reseve's left foot immediately stopped in the air, and it was very difficult for him, a stubborn old man, to turn back. After two minutes or so, perhaps tired or perhaps Rethev had the urge to turn back, he withdrew his left foot.

Resefu turned his back to Fu Xin and the others, was silent for three or four minutes, sighed, turned around, and said to Fu Xin: "Okay, Andreas, Fu, I admit it, you won." ”

Resef still thinks that Andreas told Fu Xin about his son.

The matter about Raysef's son is very bloody, and many people may have guessed it. Yes, Raysef had a son, but his son could not be saved in the end, and when the child was eight years old, Raysef got lost with him. That's the way it is, all these years, Raysef has been looking for his precious son.

Fu Xin took a sip of coffee, picked up a piece of pastry from the table, and put it in his mouth elegantly, and then the old god was looking at Resefu without saying a word. Of course, Fu Xin couldn't speak, but now the initiative was in his hands.

At the beginning, Resefu also held back the doubts in his heart and didn't speak, wanting to be more patient with Fu Xin. But apparently, Fu Xin was more patient than him, where people were elegantly drinking coffee, eating pastries, and reading magazines. The other three bystanders also did the same, Luo Yuanmin and Wan Jianghe, although they couldn't read the magazine.

In the end, Resef still chose to give in, he really wanted to know the news of his son, "Fu, how did you know that I once had a son?" ”

"It looks like you have it on your face." Fu Xinshen said mysteriously.

"On the face." Raysef frowned, clearly disbelieving.

"Mr. Retheff, as for how I see it, I can't tell you, because we have a saying in China that 'the secret of heaven cannot be revealed.'" When Fu Xin said this, Luo Yuanmin and Wan Jianghe both had smiles on their faces.

Although the two of them didn't understand what Fu Xin had said to the old German man before, the two of them just acted according to the predetermined plan, Fu Xin didn't call the two of them out, and the two of them just had to go to the side for coffee.

However, the Chinese sentence "Heavenly machine cannot be leaked", the two can understand it, and when Fu Xin said this sentence, the expression on his face was very confident, which shows that Fu Xin is pretending to be a god stick and fooling Resef! That's why the two of them smiled knowingly.

"Mr. Rayseph, I can only tell you to look at your face and guess the news of your son, which is a kind of occultism called physiognomy, similar to your Western astrology, tarot cards. Although I can't explain too much to you, our physiognomy techniques all come from this book called "Zhou Yi". Speaking of this, Fu Xin took out the "Zhou Yi" he brought from the bag next to him.

This "Zhou Yi" was brought by Fu Xin after careful selection. It's not a new book, it's an old book, and it's the kind of old book that has obviously been turned over many times, this book, but Fu Xin rummaged through the cabinets and searched it out of the house.

In Fu Xin's memory, his grandfather, who he had never met, liked to study fortune telling, divination and other things, so there should be a collection at home. In a sense, this is a family heirloom, an ancient book, and a cultural relic. Ancestors!

"This book is for you, Mr. Retheff, and I hope you will be inspired by it." Fu Xin said in a flat tone.

Resef put the book aside and asked, "Fu, can you figure out where my son is now?" Is he okay? ”

Fu Xin closed his eyes, thought for a while, and then said, "Mr. Reseph, don't worry, your son is still alive now, as for whether it is good or not, I will calculate." ”

"What, Neuton is still alive!" Resef instantly became agitated, so much so that he grabbed Fu Xin's collar in a faux puff, and if the onlookers who didn't know the truth saw it, they thought it was going to be a fight.

Resefu realized his gaffe, immediately let go of Fu Xin, sat down, leaned over to Fu Xin's side, and asked a little stammeringly: "Dear Fu, dear priest from the East, how is my son?" ”

Fu Xin closed his eyes again, thought about it in a good way, and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, your son is not doing very well now." Oh, though, it's okay, at least not hungry. ”

"I also want to ask where he is now? Can you tell me? Resefu looked at Fu Xin eagerly with anticipation.

Fu Xin did not "refuse" Reseff's "enthusiasm" and nodded. This time he did not close his eyes, but pinched his fingers, calculated in a good manner, and then said: "Mr. Reesev, your son, I can count that he is in Germany, but I will disappoint you." According to my calculations, your son is not in the Federal Republic of Germany, but in **Germany. As for that place in **Germany, sorry, I have limited abilities and can't figure it out. ”

Hearing this result, it was obvious that Resef was a little disappointed, but he covered up the past very well, and was able to learn that his son was still alive, this sentence was enough, so Resef stood up and bowed deeply to Fu Xin, "Thank you, dear Fu, thank you for letting me know the news of my son, thank you!" ”

Resefu's waist was about to bend to ninety degrees, which made Fu Xin a little embarrassed. What he said was not something he really had to deduce with the technique of physiognomy, but that he knew a secret, and based on that secret, he deduced it.

As an aside, if it's speculation, it's okay. It's no wonder that our book doesn't deteriorate, and the protagonist Fu Xin doesn't rebel! We are serious business war novels, not urban fantasy novels, and people pay new to cross back to revive the national industry. (To be continued.) )