agreed on contact information with Zheng Jimin, and Geng Chaozhong quickly left the apartment.

The flow of people on the street had begun to disperse, but this was not the end, but the beginning, and Geng Chaozhong had not gone far when he saw several suspected Jewish shops being smashed and several elderly Jews being pulled out by several young children who looked to be only in their teens, and beaten in the street.

Geng Chaozhong frowned and hurriedly walked away.

After walking along the front street of the square to the end, after turning a few corners, Geng Chaozhong came to the door of an apartment with the sign "Le Figaro Berlin" and knocked on the door.

"Geng, why do you dare to go out? Hurry up and come in! ”

A hand stretched out from the door and pulled Geng Chaozhong in.

This is a middle-aged man with a blue chin shave, none other than Juan Jean, the Berlin bureau chief of Le Figaro.

After he pulled Geng Chaozhong into the room, he handed over a cup of coffee and asked nervously, "How is it outside?" ”

"There are Jews being beaten everywhere, it's too messy." Geng Chaozhong spread his hands.

"Remember, you have to shave every day, you see?" Juan warned Geng, then raised his chin to demonstrate to Geng.

"Yes, but I'm afraid no one will think I'm Jewish." Geng Chaozhong smiled.

"That's just as well." Juan touched his chin.

Jews have a religious habit of wearing beards, so anyone with a beard will be arrested by angry citizens, so the most sought-after thing on the market right now is razor blades.

"By the way, Mr. Juan, did you inquire about the person you helped me inquire?" Geng Chaozhong asked.

"Oh, that man," Juan said as he flipped through the newspapers in his hand, bowing his head, "I have published the Berliner Zeitung, the German Youth, the German Newsletter Daily, several of the big newspapers, not to mention our own Figaro......"

"Did anyone call?" Geng Chaozhong asked a little impatiently.

Although this editor-in-chief Juan has a good heart, he is always verbose in his speech, and he is really a little impatient.

"Telephone, yes," Juan looked up, "there are several people named Schultz who have called, and they have all been to Qingdao, but when they heard that your surname is Geng, they all said that they didn't know each other." ”

"Uh......" Geng Chaozhong sat down disappointedly and began to drink the coffee that Juan handed over just now.

It has been three days since he arrived in Berlin, and with the help of Mr. Fillow's status as a reporter for the French newspaper Le Figaro, Geng Chaozhong can easily send missing person revelations among his peers. but

The island city was once a German colony, and there are countless Germans who have been there, and Schultz is a very common surname, so it seems that it is not easy to find the Schultz he wants.

In the worst-case scenario, Scholz is dead, which means that his intelligence line in Germany may need to be redeveloped.

A cup of coffee quickly bottomed out, Geng Chaozhong looked at Juan, and was about to say hello and leave, when the phone next to him suddenly rang.

"Hello, Figaro Berlin Branch." Juan reflexively picked up the phone.

"Hello, my name is Schultz, I am looking for a Chinese surnamed Geng."

A clear voice came from the microphone.

"Oh, do you know him?" Juan raised his head and glanced at Geng Chaozhong.

"Of course, I used to work in a prison, and that guy was a complete asshole, and he was the toughest prisoner I've ever met." Another voice came from the microphone.

"Yes, but far worse than you, you're the most disgusting warden I've ever seen." With a swipe, Geng Chaozhong snatched the phone from Juan's hand.

"Geng?"

There was no sound on the other side of the microphone for a moment, and after a while, there was a hesitation.

"Schultz, come to the Montel café opposite the Figaro newspaper office on Shure Road and look for me." Geng Chaozhong said loudly into the microphone.

"Oh, Geng, is it really you? I read the newspaper and couldn't even believe my eyes. You're actually in Germany, oh my God! The voice in the microphone was excited.

"Schultz, do you want to meet and talk with me, or just keep talking?" Geng Chaozhong replied with a smile.

"Oh, oh, of course, but it may not be convenient to drink coffee now, I may not have time until 7:30 p.m." Schultz said.

"Well, I'll wait for you there in the evening." Geng Chaozhong replied.

"Ah!!!h

Suddenly, a terrible scream came from the microphone, the voice was so loud, Geng Chaozhong shuddered, the microphone in his hand almost fell to the ground, and Juan next to him swallowed the pen cap in his mouth into his stomach.

"I'm sorry to hear some bad noises, but you're familiar with me, aren't you?" Schultz in the microphone was apologizing.

"Yes, I'm familiar with your style, my dear dude Schultz." Geng Chaozhong replied with a wry smile.

Putting down the phone and turning his head to look at Juan who was picking his throat, Geng Chaozhong showed a regretful look and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, Mr. Juan, but I think that the finger should not be that long, you had better go to the hospital." ”

"Bastard!" Mr. Juan looked at Geng Chaozhong dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry," Geng Chaozhong pulled out 10 francs from his pocket, "and this is a personal apology to you. ”

"You have to accompany me to the hospital, you have to!" Mr. Juan began to roar.

"Okay!" Geng Chaozhong shrugged.

After all, it's not a short time before the evening.

........

The pen cap in Mr. Juan's stomach was not removed until about 6 p.m., still in a disgusting way, so that by the time Geng Chaozhong arrived at the Montel Café, it was already a quarter past 7 p.m.

But fortunately, Schultz did not arrive.

Geng Chaozhong asked for two cups of coffee and began to wait quietly, but when the heat from the coffee dissipated, Schultz still did not appear, and Geng Chaozhong had to stand up and walk outside the store to look into the distance.

Thankfully, with half an hour to go before nine o'clock, Schultz finally showed up. He was wearing a black trench coat, but through the gap in the trench coat, the gold buttons on his black and gray uniform could still be clearly seen.

"Scholz, I've heard that the Germans are very punctual." Geng Chaozhong stepped forward and gave Schultz a warm hug.

A lingering smell of blood hit Geng Chaozhong's taste buds.......

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Schultz hugged Geng Chaozhong tightly, his jaw bulging forward was now steeper, but his eyes were still so beautiful.

"Come on," Geng Chaozhong led Schultz to his seat, "tell me why you are back to your old business." ”

"Haha, cunning fellow," Schultz took off his trench coat and hung it on the hat hook next to him, "but you know, I don't have any skills other than interrogating prisoners. ”

"What about the money?" Geng Chaozhong asked in a low voice.

"Oh, it's a story that's sadder than sad." Schultz's face suddenly became depressed.

"Tell me?" Geng Chaozhong suddenly became curious.

"When I came back, the European stock index had fallen to a fairly low level, and I thought I might be able to make another big one, and it turned out to be .......," Schultz said.

“.........”