"It turned out to be them!"

When Hans brought the visiting couple into the house, Johann recognized them at a glance - it was at the Baron Kohl ball that he saved the woman and her husband!

Mr. Benz is a middle-aged man of about forty years old, with a mustache common to Germans on his lips and chin, and his appearance and figure are relatively ordinary, but Mrs. Benz is quite beautiful, and there are not many traces of time in her thirties, and there is a faint hint of strength between her eyebrows and eyes, which makes John can't help but look at it a few more times.

"Mr. Huntelaar!"

When he saw John, Mr. Benz immediately took a few quick steps and stretched out his hand, and said with a grateful face, "I finally see you!" I'm very sorry that I left in a hurry at the ball that day because I was worried about Berta's health, and I didn't even ask for your name and address......"

In just two sentences, I said the reason why I didn't come to thank him.

"Thank you for saving my name, Mr. Huntelaar."

Mrs. Benz also stepped forward to give a very formal lady's salute, and said with great gratitude.

John shook hands with Mr. Bentz, then returned Mrs. Benz with a salute and said with a smile: "Mr. Bentz, Mrs. Bentz, you really don't have to be like this, it is my job to save people as a doctor!" ”

After another few words of thanks, John took the opportunity to introduce them to his grandfather and invited them to sit in the living room.

Because the other party came to visit John, and after he figured out what happened. Old Huntelaar politely took his leave and went upstairs. Although he always sat in a dignified posture when riding in the carriage, it was very hard for an old man in his sixties to run around like this, and old Huntelaar was indeed a little tired.

After seeing old Huntelaar go upstairs, John casually found a topic and smiled: "Mr. Bentz, are the two Berlin natives?" ”

"No, it's not, we're Karlsruhe."

Mr. Benz shook his head and said, "It's just because I had a cooperative relationship with Baron Cole and happened to be in Berlin that day that I appeared at that ball." ”

"Karlsruhe?"

John was stunned when he heard this, and after thinking about it for a long time, he vaguely guessed that it should be a place in southwestern Germany.

Taking advantage of Hans's opportunity to serve coffee to the three of them. Mr. Benz pulled out a gift box from a bag beside him. He put his hands in front of John, and said gratefully again: "Mr. John, whether it is your job to save people or not, but Berta is really snatched back from the hands of death!" I can't put into words how grateful I am to you. So prepare a gift. Hope you enjoy it. ”

"Nope. No, it won't work! ”

Reflexively, John hurriedly waved his hand.

Maybe for ordinary people. It's normal to receive gifts that others are grateful for, but for John, a doctor, the meaning of saving people and receiving gifts is very different, so he subconsciously wants to refuse.

John's attitude made the couple stunned.

However, after seeing the expressions of the two of them, John immediately understood that he was overreacting, and hurriedly smiled and covered it up: "Both, as I said just now, I am a doctor, and it is my job to save people, and I have always thought that it is inappropriate for doctors to accept gifts from patients!" Of course, if this gift was given by the two of you to visit a friend, I would not be polite......"

"Oh, I see!"

This time, the couple suddenly realized.

Although he didn't quite understand, Mr. Benz immediately understood what John meant, and nodded with a smile: "Then Mr. Huntelaar, this is a gift we have specially prepared to meet your new friend, I hope you can like it!" ”

"Thank you! Thank you so much! ”

With a bitter smile in his heart, John reached out and accepted this special gift.

When I opened it on the spot, it was a very delicately crafted stethoscope, which made John, who was used to seeing bulky guys, shine in his eyes, and his face showed a happy look.

"I made it myself."

Seeing the smile on John's face, Mr. Benz secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "It has indeed taken a lot of effort to understand its principle and make zuò by hand these days, I hope you can like it." ”

"Excellent! Awesome! ”

John didn't hesitate to express his love for the stethoscope. The stethoscope came very early, but it has always been a bit cumbersome due to the constraints of materials and workmanship, but John has not thought of improving it, and he has little interest in what can be made together. Now I am very happy to see something that is obviously much more delicate than an ordinary stethoscope.

Everyone was happy, and the atmosphere was suddenly much more relaxed.

Putting the stethoscope back into the box and putting it aside, John raised his head and asked with some curiosity, "What does Mr. Benz do?" Although the structure of the stethoscope is simple, it is really not easy to make it so small and beautiful! ”

"I'm a mechanic."

Mr. Benz smiled and said, "I opened a small factory by myself, and the name of the factory is Benz, which is mainly for making engines......"

It can be seen that Mr. Benz is a relatively low-key person, and he just said a little about his work and shut up, but Mrs. Benz next to him was a little dissatisfied, and interjected at this time: "In fact, he is also an inventor, and once designed and built a single-cylinder gas engine!" ”

"It turned out to be an inventor!"

At the same time, John's face immediately showed a trace of respect, but his heart was at a loss - single-cylinder gas engine? What's that?

I haven't heard of it myself!

Soon, John, who had searched his memory, came to the conclusion that this Mr. Benz might not have achieved much in his own business. However, looking at the box containing the stethoscope next to him, an idea suddenly rose in John's heart, and he immediately asked with a smile: "Does Mr. Bentz's company only produce engines?" What about sales? Are there any other products? ”

"This ......"

After hearing John's question, Mr. Benz couldn't help but feel a hint of embarrassment on his face.

Anyone who looks at Mr. Bentz's expression at this point should guess that his company's products are probably not very popular, and it seems that focusing on the production of one product does not make him very well. But for John, this situation made a thought more and more obvious in his mind.

Being able to make such a delicate stethoscope shows that Mr. Bentz's skills are quite good, and being able to spend time making gifts for himself shows that this person's character should be okay, and John is slowly becoming more interested in this Mr. Bentz.

However, just as John's heart moved slightly, and he was considering whether to ask again, Mrs. Bentz, who might have a strong personality next to him, interjected again, pursed her lips and said solemnly: "Mr. Huntelaar, Karl is now working on a single-cylinder gasoline engine, and intends to install it on a tricycle frame......"

"Tricycles? Is it the kind of tricycle that Flying Pigeon is the kind of? ”

Hearing this, John asked with a smile. Now, whenever he hears words like bicycles and tricycles, he subconsciously thinks of the flying pigeon company, which is also a natural reaction to being a boss.

"No, no, it's not like that!"

Mrs. Benz hurriedly waved her hand and said, "It's not the kind of tricycle that has to rely on human power to move, but a tricycle that can walk on its own!" ”

"A tricycle that walks on your own?"

John didn't react for a while, and subconsciously asked rhetorically.

But the moment his voice fell, a thought flashed through John's mind like lightning, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Mr. Bentz, who was a little embarrassed at this time—his wife's obvious praise made him a little embarrassed.

"Yes, Karl intends to use the engine to drive the tricycle to move on its own!"

Ignoring her husband's frequent glances, Mrs. Benz stubbornly answered John's question.

"Goo-dong!"

John swallowed hard.

A moment later, just when the Benz couple felt a little strange, John took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice, "Mr. Bentz, is it convenient to ask your full name?" ”

"Of course!"

Mr. Benz nodded and smiled, "Sorry for not making it clear just now, my full name is Carl?" Friedrich? Bentz! ”

"Phew!"

This time, everyone, including Hans, who had come to refill their coffee, heard Johann gasp...... (To be continued......)