A War Between Spies

After seeing the time of Boer, Yang Yi was very satisfied and satisfied with Boer’s attitude.

Bohr was very careful in Frankfurt, and he now recognizes his identity. Although he can't call Yang Yi a boss or boss like everyone else, Bohr at least no longer regards himself as a big boss.

Moreover, Boer is really very good at financial management. The attitude toward money is also correct. If you want to give money to Boer, Yang Yi is really a little heart-warming.

Think about it, if you give Boer a billion, Boer can guarantee to earn at least 20 million a year, this temptation is too big.

However, Yang Yi still has to wait, and the financial management is back. The main purpose of his coming to Frankfurt is for an intelligence analyst.

However, the first time in Frankfurt was not to go to Hans, but to find Bohr. The only reason was that Yang Yi was on Sunday, Hans did not go to work and Anton did not know where Hans’s home was.

But today is Monday, the stock exchange opened, and the investment bank also went to work.

The intelligence analyst needed for the water organization is now a stock analyst.

Being able to be a teacher, it must be an achievement. Hans has his own office, and if an outsider wants to see it, he has to make an appointment.

"Are you sure Hans Schneider didn't change his name?"

"Not sure, but I think he should have not changed his pseudonym."

"So you are sure he is working at this bank?"

“It’s been determined five years ago, it’s not sure now, but just ask if you ask.”

Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief, then he sighed: "Well, let me ask!"

Investment banks are different from ordinary commercial banks. There are no bank counters, just an office hall and a separate office.

Yang Yi walked to the front desk and smiled at the receptionist in her twenties at the front desk: "Hello, I want to find Mr. Hans Schneider."

Yang Yi speaks English, and the front desk reception is equally fluent in English.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?"

Yang Yi shook his head, then he smiled: "I have no appointment, but can you call Mr. Schneider? He must be very happy with me."

The front desk received a professional smile and said: "Sorry, if you have Mr. Schneider's phone, you can contact him. If you don't have a phone call, I can't contact Mr. Schneider for you, because Mr. Schneider does not handle it. Private business."

Yang Yi did not give up, he was very confident and charming smile: "Please, help me, please believe me, Mr. Schneider will be very happy with my visit, just to help make a call?"

"Sorry, I can't, can you have other things?"

The meaning of the reception lady at the front desk is very obvious. There is nothing else to say or please go further. Therefore, Yang Yi’s self-confident smile is very charming and his handsome face is not used.

Just then, Anton went to the stage, he knocked on the table and said in German: "Hello."

Yang Yi thinks that Anton's smile is normal, his face is not so handsome, dressed up, and the truth is the same, but the ghost knows why the reception is not so professional to Anton's laugh.

Anton is obviously treated by a woman who sees a handsome guy.

But the heavens and the earth are conscience, and Anton is not handsome.

Yang Yi did not marry Anton, he just felt uncomfortable.

So it must be that the female receptionist’s eyes are gone, nothing more.

Anton and the female receptioner were very happy. They both ended up talking in German, and even the other 30-year-old female receptionist at the front desk couldn’t help but join the chat.

After Anton said it for five minutes, the older female receptionor suddenly smiled a few times, then she picked up the phone, and her movements made the younger entertainment a little unpleasant, just like that. People are eager to do what they want to do.

Anyway, although the two women have problems with their tastes, and they are likely to have embarrassed eyes, at least Anton has done things. Yang Yi’s dissatisfaction immediately became an appreciation for Anton. This old guy turned out to be Can be used to display the beautiful man, it is also an accidental discovery.

Soon, the older female receptionist gave the call to Anton, and after Anton took the call, she said something in German and immediately gave the call to the female receptionist.

Then, Yang Yi and Anton left the front desk and they went to Hans' office.

After leaving the front desk, Yang Yi finally said: "What did you say to them?"

Anton smiled. "Nothing."

Yang Yi squinted at Anton: "Dude, are you very proud?"

Anton shrugged: "I just said that Hans is an old friend, but only an old friend many years ago, then I did not mention Hans, and instead talked to the woman about her makeup, mainly praise."

“Just this? Are you talking about makeup with a working woman?”

"Yes."

"Is this OK?"

"Any questions?"

"Just surprised, what did you say to Hans and let him promise to meet you?"

"I said that he was a colleague at No. 7 Norman Street in Berlin and wanted to see him."

"What is that place?"

"Stasi headquarters."

"Oh……"

Yang Yi looked awkwardly: "It turned out to be like this, but I am very surprised now. Hans Schneider did not change his name as a member of Stasi."

Yang Yi went into the elevator and went to the high-rise office to stop at the door of Hans Schneider. After just knocking on the door twice, there was a loud voice inside them: "Please come in."

Yang Yi pushed in and Anton followed.

The office is not very big, but it is well furnished. There is a very beautiful middle-aged man with a beard and a beard built behind the desk.

The middle-aged man stood up ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ went to the desk, he stared at Yang Yi and Anton, and quickly locked his eyes on Anton's middle-aged man Shen Sheng: "I don't know you guys."

Anton stepped forward and reached out and smiled. "Hello."

Hans and Anton shook hands, and then he sighed: "What are you doing?"

Anton smiled and said: "I am a KGB."

Hans sighed softly and said: "The KGB, it turned out to be the KGB, I thought it was the Federal Constitutional Protection Agency to find me."

Anton smiled: "I am the KGB of the Soviet Union, not the KGB of Russia, that is to say, I am like you to some extent."

Hans's eyebrows were lightly picked, then he nodded and smiled. "So what do I call you? Comrade?"

Anton made a very emotional expression and said: "Comrade, I haven't heard this title for a long time. If you like, you can call me comrade. If you just joking or ridiculing me, then forget it."