The location of the warehouse is not too far from Frankfurt Airport. From time to time, you can see aircraft taking off or descending in altitude, and the huge roar echoes in the air.
It was past the agreed time to pick up the goods, but Louis did not appear outside the warehouse.
Zhang Yingfang sat in the car and read the contract while waiting for Louis to show up.
When she read the contract carefully, she found that the details of many clauses had been adjusted, and the relevant amounts had been increased or decreased in different directions that were beneficial to the buyer. The more she read, the more suspicious she became of Louis and His company has problems.
She called Xiao Wu and learned that he was still running wildly on the highway, but was getting closer to Luxembourg.
She opened the car door and stood on the empty cement road outside the warehouse, looking at the setting sun in the distance and thinking about what she should do next.
Just then, her cell phone rang. To her slight surprise, the call came from Zhang Yingfei.
"Zhang Yingfei, don't you show up when the $1 million order is shipped now?" Zhang Yingfang said with dissatisfaction in her tone.
"Hey, sister, don't say that. Who doesn't know that you are the general manager of the company? Is it my turn to come forward in this kind of thing?" Zhang Yingfei said in a strange tone.
"Where are you now?" Zhang Yingfang said coldly, "There is a problem with the contract. I want you to come to the warehouse now."
"Is there a problem with the contract?" Zhang Yingfei sneered, "Those are all standard templates. I, Zhang Yingfei, have signed hundreds of them, and today you tell me that there is a problem with the contract? I think it's you who has a problem?"
Zhang Yingfang looked at the plane taking off in the distance and suppressed her inner displeasure: "You are the signatory of the contract. According to the company's policy, you should be in the warehouse now."
"Company system? Humph," Zhang Yingfei said in a very disdainful tone, "Don't use the company system to pressure me. What can you do if I don't go? Does the company stipulate that the deputy general manager has to negotiate with major customers? I will sign it for you. Not only did you not thank me for getting the big contract, but you also pointed fingers at me. Are you as general manager as you are? Let me tell you, I think the contract is fine. And I’m fed up with your so many demands every day. Today I’m just like Not going!" After saying that, he hung up the phone with a bang.
There was a "beep" busy tone on the phone, and Zhang Yingfang's face turned livid. At this moment, at the end of the cement road, a dozen oversized heavy-duty trucks filed towards the warehouse.
Zhang Yingfang put away the phone and walked slowly along the cement road in the direction of the truck convoy.
Zhang Yingfei angrily threw the phone into the leather bag beside him. At this time, an old hand held a light green ceramic wine bottle and slowly filled the empty glass in front of Zhang Yingfei with wine.
"Mr. Zhang, don't be angry," the person sitting opposite Zhang Yingfei said in a strange Mandarin accent, "being angry will hurt your body."
Zhang Yingfei quickly held the wine glass with his hand, bowed his head to thank him, and then turned to observe the interior decoration of the tavern.
He was sitting in a quiet private room, with classic paintings of Kanagawa waves hanging on the light green walls, and the waitresses in kimonos, tatami mats, small low tables, and wooden sliding doors, every detail was telling People who come here to dine, this is a traditional Japanese restaurant.
Opposite him sat an old man with gray hair wearing a traditional Japanese male kimono. The bags under his eyes were bloated and he looked like he could fall asleep at any moment. Due to age, the flesh of his cheeks hung loosely on his cheeks, like a chipmunk chewing food.
He slowly picked up a piece of eel meat, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly, his expression looking like he was enjoying it.
"Mr. Fujino, did you ask me to come today?" Zhang Yingfei took a sip of sake and asked tentatively.
Sitting opposite him was the Japanese Fujino Koichiro, an old client of the Zhang family.
"Mr. Zhang, how long have we known each other?" Although Fujino's Chinese is understandable, he still has a foreign accent. He squinted and picked up the seafood tempura from the plate in front of him, dipped it in the soy sauce on the side and put it on Zhang Yingfei's plate.
Zhang Yingfei nodded to express his gratitude and recalled: "It may have been almost twenty years."
"Twenty-one years old." Fujino corrected, gesturing with his hand, "You were less than twenty years old at that time, very young. I remember when I first came to your house, you asked me if I had any Japanese toys can be given to you.”
Zhang Yingfei smiled awkwardly, quickly picked up a piece of sushi and put it in his mouth to cover up his embarrassment.
"But that was the first time I came to your house, so I didn't have time to prepare gifts for everyone. But today," Fujino took out a light blue folder from the briefcase beside him, put it in front of Zhang Yingfei, and said softly He said, "I have a special gift just for you."
"A gift?" Zhang Yingfei put down the chopsticks in his hand in confusion, looked at the folder blankly, and then looked up at Fujino's face, "Specially given to me?"
Fujino smiled and gestured with his eyes to open the folder in front of him.
Zhang Yingfei wiped the grease stains on his mouth with a tissue, reached for the folder, and asked curiously: "What's in this?"
Heavy trucks roared past Zhang Yingfang one by one, drove straight to the warehouse behind her, and parked in a row. Behind the last truck was a white Volvo car, but it did not continue to move forward with the truck convoy. Instead, it braked suddenly and stopped beside Zhang Yingfang.
As soon as the car door opened, a man wearing black sunglasses stepped out of the driver's seat. He was about 1.75 meters tall, with a slim build and lean haircut. He was wearing a tight-fitting black leather jacket, and his whole body was neatly dressed.
He walked up to Zhang Yingfang and stared at Zhang Yingfang's face expressionlessly for a while. Then he took out a contract from his briefcase and handed it to Zhang Yingfang. He said in standard Mandarin: "I'm here to get the goods. This is Contract. No problem, just open the warehouse."
When he got closer, Zhang Yingfang discovered that there was a deep scar extending from his left cheek to the bottom of his neck. The color of the scar was much lighter than the skin next to it, and it looked a little human.
"Are you Louis?" Zhang Yingfang didn't take the thing he handed over, "You can't pick up the goods."
"Does the contract also stipulate who will pick up the goods?" The man in sunglasses took off his sunglasses and said sternly, "Hurry up and open the door."
He looks to be in his mid-thirties, with a baby face, a pair of eyebrows resting on a pair of small eyes, and he looks a bit happy.
"Although the contract does not stipulate who will pick up the goods, it stipulates that my delivery time is within one week after the contract is signed. So I don't have to deliver the goods immediately." Zhang Yingfang said righteously.
The man took a step forward, and his face and Zhang Yingfang's face were almost touching. The hot breath with the strong smell of smoke hit Zhang Yingfang's face. He stared into Zhang Yingfang's eyes and said viciously every word: "Believe it or not, I will break open your warehouse door right now."
Zhang Yingfang took out her mobile phone, pressed three numeric keys, then put her finger on the "Call" button, looking at the fierce man with a fearless expression.
The man sneered nonchalantly, turned around, and walked towards Zhang Yingfang's car not far away.
Before Zhang Yingfang could react, he suddenly accelerated and started running, and kicked Zhang Yingfang's car door with all his strength. Zhang Yingfang was startled and ran over quickly, only to see a hole the size of a footprint dented in the car door.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Yingfang shouted angrily, "I want to call the police."
The man ignored her question and walked back to his car to make a phone call.
Zhang Yingfang watched his every move and was about to call the police. The man put away his cell phone, opened the trunk of his car, took out a baseball bat, and dragged the bat towards Zhang Yingfang.
Zhang Yingfang immediately recognized that the sound of the bat rubbing against the ground was metal. She was stunned and asked in a trembling voice, "What are you going to do?"
The man said nothing, walked behind her car expressionlessly, picked up the bat and hit the taillights of the car.
There was a "crash" and the car's left taillight shattered. Before Zhang Yingfang could shout, the right taillight was also shattered.
Zhang Yingfang was so frightened that she could not speak and forgot to call the police.
The man put on his sunglasses again and pointed at Zhang Yingfang's face: "Just one week." After speaking, he spat on the ground and drove away.
More than a dozen heavy-duty trucks passed by the frightened Zhang Yingfang again. Looking at the fleet of vehicles and the flying dust rising in the distance, Zhang Yingfang felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.
Just then, her cell phone rang suddenly.
Zhang Yingfei opened the folder and saw a stack of stapled contracts. The cover of the first contract was printed with nine large Chinese characters: Equity Transfer Contract Agreement.
Opening the contract, Zhang Yingfei read a few sentences quickly and was shocked to find that Party A of the contract was Zhang Yingfang, and Party B was him.
He was suspicious, and after quickly reading a few pages, he immediately turned to the last page of the agreement. He saw the words "Zhang Yingfang" written in flying colors on the signature of Party A's representative, with a bright red fingerprint next to it.
Although Zhang Yingfei was not sure whether the fingerprint belonged to Zhang Yingfang, he was so familiar with the three-character signature that he recognized it as Zhang Yingfang's handwriting at a glance.
"This?" Zhang Yingfei asked in surprise, "Where did you get it?"
"It doesn't matter where I got it from," Fujino smiled slightly and put down the glass, "What matters is you."
"Me?" Zhang Yingfei didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Fujino's gourd. He looked at Fujino nervously and fearfully. His mind was full of all kinds of questions but he didn't know where to start.
"I've known you since you were a child, and I know all the good things about you." Fujino took a sip of wine, then picked up a piece of tofu and put it in his mouth.
Zhang Yingfei neither ate nor interrupted him, but stared at him intently.
"Over the years, I have watched you grow up little by little, and I am sincerely happy for you." Fujino patted his chest, "But I am also surprised that your family didn't see your potential. They thought You are just a screw, but I don't think so, I can see that you are a beast, a sleeping beast." Fujino became more and more excited as he spoke, and his eyes seemed to get bigger.
"Am I a beast?" Zhang Yingfei muttered to himself.
"Yes, you are a ferocious beast, but there are too many chains binding you. You need to be free." Fujino suddenly clenched his fists and beat his chest.
"Freedom?" Zhang Yingfei was confused. He didn't know how the old Japanese man in front of him connected these words with the equity transfer contract.
"If your family cannot provide you with a platform, I am willing to help you realize your ideals. Mr. Zhang, this contract is my gift to you. It already has your sister Zhang Yingfang's signature and fingerprints on it. As long as you can think of If you stamp it with the company seal of your German company and get the signatures of your father and other shareholders, then this company is yours. At that time, you don't need to look at anyone's face anymore. And Zhang Yingfang will disappear from your eyes..."
Fujino Koichiro suddenly stopped while talking and showed a strange smile at Zhang Yingfei.
Zhang Yingfei looked at him blankly, his mind going blank.
