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Four hundred and seventieth chapters racing

"I said you are really good at Y. You even dare to talk about Bank of America and real estate! Do you know what he does? He is also a rich man from Germany and has his own fund. Isn't it a little bit weird for you to talk about finance with him?

Er Er?" When Wang Jian saw Pan leaving, he thought Hong Tao was blowing NB too hard and blew him away, so he hurried over to ask for details. It seems that his ears have never been idle, and he can hear Pan from two rows of seats away.

hear.

"Sigh... Too many words lead to mistakes. I really have to watch my mouth from now on." Hong Tao did not explain what just happened to Wang Jian. The fewer people who know about this kind of thing, the better.

It wasn't until they arrived in Frankfurt that Pan walked back from the car in front. Although the expression on her face didn't change much, Hong Tao could clearly feel that she was always staring at him from a certain angle. There were beautiful women willing to stare.

He should be very proud of himself, but Hong Tao couldn't feel any pride at all. The only thing he could feel was uneasiness. A rational woman like Pan would definitely not be satisfied with what she just said.

Especially after she confirms some of these things, her curiosity will become stronger and stronger.

But Hong Tao couldn't think of a more reasonable explanation. All he can do now is to control his bad mouth, speak more than he thinks, and never say anything that is not in line with his identity.

Even if Pan called all the beauties in Europe and stood naked in front of him, he still would not give up!

After meeting up with the Marx Brothers, Pan pushed Wang Jian and the Marx Brothers into a car, and then he drove a car with Hong Tao. The driver was of course Hong Tao. Both his and Wang Jian's driver's licenses had been translated and notarized in Hamburg.

, can be driven on European roads.

From Frankfurt and above, Hong Tao is having fun. There is not much traffic on Highway 5, and the drivers are very well-behaved. Slow cars are concentrated in the middle and right lanes. There are basically no cars in the left passing lane.

Long term driving.

Marx's two Mercedes-Benz jeeps are diesel vehicles with strong horsepower and good handling performance. Even if they are equipped with a truckload of fishing gear, they still feel like they are pushing back when accelerating. However, Hong Tao did not dare to drive too fast, reaching 160 kilometers.

After that, I didn’t dare to speed up anymore. After all, I was traveling and I wasn’t very familiar with the traffic and road conditions. I just had a little fun and there was no need to risk my life.

"You can go faster. Look, Schwede has overtaken you. That guy is a lunatic. He stole his brother's car and went racing since he was a child." Pan was obviously used to this kind of speed. Not only did he not persuade Hong Tao to slow down, but he also encouraged him.

He raced a car with Schweder.

"Then I can't compete with a madman. It doesn't matter if I get killed. I can't implicate a beauty like you." There was a beautiful woman sitting next to the man. Her adrenaline secretion was already over the limit. Even though Hong Tao tried hard to restrain himself, he still couldn't stand it.

I couldn't help but step on the accelerator, and the speed reached 180.

The total distance from Frankfurt to the German border town of Weiforst on the east side of Strasbourg is less than 200 kilometers, and it took Hong Tao 75 minutes to complete it. Driving fast is like smoking a cigarette, it is addictive.

, although Hong Tao kept telling himself to slow down, there was always a car driving you ahead, and the speed would go up again if you didn't pay attention.

But compared to Schweder, Hong Tao was much slower. When Hong Tao's car stopped at the German customs, Wang Jian had almost finished smoking a cigarette.

With a Schengen visa and relevant participation documents from the European Fishing Association, the German customs police just looked at the passport briefly and waved it through. This was also thanks to the fact that the competition was held in France. It would be troublesome if it were moved to the UK.

Big. Because although the UK has joined the EU, it has not joined the Schengen Agreement. Otherwise, the UK is a troublemaker in Europe. The currency is different. The visa is not approved, and the measurement units are not unified!

As soon as he crossed the Rhine River, although the woods and fields on both sides could not be seen to be any different from those in Germany, Hong Tao still felt the difference between Germany and France very concretely. The road conditions were different. The German road he was driving on just now, whether it was a highway

The ordinary roads leading up to the bridge were all smooth and smooth, but as soon as they crossed the bridge, Hong Tao felt like he was back on a provincial road in China, with cave-ins and small depressions everywhere.

The water where the competition is held is about 10 kilometers away from the small bridge that Hong Tao and the others cross, and is located a few kilometers outside the southern suburbs of the French town of Bishwiller. The water surface here looks quite large, it is a naturally formed lake, and the shore

The sides are covered with reed-like aquatic plants, which are very tall and dense.

On the north side of the lake, there is a large expanse of artificially mowed grass, which should be a golf course. Between the golf course and the lakeshore, there are more than a dozen identical wooden houses, which should be the Lakeshore Hotel that Marx mentioned.

Originally, Hong Tao thought that he and his group should be considered as the team that came earlier, because today is only the 23rd, and there are still 5 days until the 28th when the competition starts. Moreover, the lake is said to have been closed and no contestants are allowed to fish.

A short trial fishing session can only be conducted the day before the competition.

But when Hong Tao drove into the parking lot by the lake, the situation in front of him was not at all what he thought. There were already more than a dozen various RVs parked sparsely on the grass next to the parking lot, and some men.

, women, and even children and dogs are resting and playing on the grass.

"Are these people here to compete too?" Hong Tao asked Pan, pointing to the RVs on the lawn.

"Most of them are, and some of them are here to be spectators." Pan didn't even raise her eyelids. She was holding a laptop along the way and she didn't know what to do. She actually put on a pair of rimless glasses. She was originally smart,

The shrewd image adds a bit of intelligence.

With the appearance of the Marx Brothers, some people gathered around on the grass. It seemed that the German brothers were also old anglers in the European carp fishing circle and had many acquaintances. The people who gathered around included British, Belgian, and French people.

Locals, Spanish, Russians, Italians, anyway, they can almost hold a European conference.

The most surprising thing is that there is actually a family of Americans who have come all the way from the other side of the ocean to participate in the competition, and there are quite a few of them. There are more than a dozen people from three generations, including grandfather, father, and grandson. There are a lot of men and women. It’s not like this.

Coming to the competition is more like coming on vacation.

As brand-new faces, Hong Tao and Wang Jian naturally became the focus of the conversation, especially their age and nationality. It is said that this is the first time in all previous European carp fishing competitions that Chinese fishermen have participated in the competition.

"That fat bald man is Marx's cousin, an Austrian. He is Marx's mortal enemy, so you two will also be unlucky. They are laughing at Marx for recruiting two foreign aids from the East." Pan understands German, not only

, she also took the initiative to act as translator for Hong Tao and Wang Jian. Seeing what she meant, she would not be willing to provoke Hong Tao into a fight with Marx's cousin.

"Just say what you like. I don't understand anyway. Why don't we stop standing here and get scolded? Let's go to our room." Hong Tao didn't have the interest to scold him for fun. He was no longer 20.

I'm older now, and my anger isn't that strong anymore.

The organizers of this competition are really considerate. The competition venue not only provides housing and food for players from all over the world, but also has more than ten volunteers who provide simple translation and service work for fishermen from all over the world. Carrying luggage is one of them. See

Hong Tao and the others started to unload the car, and the Marx brothers had to stop chatting and come over to help unload the fishing gear, luggage and other things from the car onto the small cart pushed by the volunteers, and then they took it to Marx's reservation

in the room.

The rooms are those small wooden houses. They are called small wooden houses, but they are not small at all. Each wooden house is a set of housing. Hong Tao and his family have 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a large kitchen, a living room and

A utility room can accommodate five people absolutely no problem.

In order to thank the Marx Brothers for driving around all day to fulfill his wish, Hong Tao announced that he and Wang Jian would be responsible for finishing the dinner, but the specific food could not be decided yet. It would depend on what ingredients were sold here that were suitable for making Chinese food.

Wanting to buy ingredients that were not available in this resort, they had to go to the town of Bishviler. Hong Tao took Pan and drove together to buy them. In fact, Hong Tao didn't want to trouble Pan. She had been concentrating on her computer all afternoon, but she didn't want to

If you bother her, you have to trouble her, because Hong Tao doesn't understand either German or French.


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