Dong Qiangqiang and Lei Lanting looked at each other, and after a while Dong Qiangqiang responded: "Who are you?"
"I'm Luke," the short man stretched out his big hand like a leaf fan, "Fleischer's neighbor."
"Neighbor?" Dong Qiangqiang and Lei Lanting were not sure how to respond. As soon as the examination room door opened, Fleischer rubbed his hands and walked out with a smile.
"I want both." Fleischer looked extremely satisfied. "The brown one is a breeding pig, just right for use. The spotted pig is an ordinary pig. Although it is not a breeding pig, its statistics are good."
Dong Qiangqiang was so excited that his heart almost jumped out of his clothes. He glanced at Lei Lanting beside him, who happened to be looking at him too.
The two of them had a clear understanding: This time they are really going to make money!
Seeing Luke, Fleischer gave him a warm hug before solemnly introducing Dong Qiangqiang and Lei Lanting to him.
"Just the two of them? Caught two pigs?" After hearing Fleischer's "advertisement", Luke obviously didn't believe him and shook his head like a rattle, "You must have made it up. I don't believe the Chinese You can do this."
"Hehe, believe it or not, it's your business. Anyway, I introduced them to you, and then it's your own business." After speaking, Fleischer winked at Dong Qiangqiang and motioned for him to follow him. Dong Qiangqiang patted Lei Lanting on the shoulder, and Lei Lanting chatted with Luke knowingly.
The lighting in Fleischer's office is very good. Although it is almost 16 o'clock in the afternoon, the room is still bright without any lighting.
Fleischer pointed to the sofa politely, and Dong Qiangqiang sat down without ceremony.
"I'm very pleased with them," Fleischer said approvingly. "The best part is that neither pig has any skin injuries."
Dong Qiangqiang was a little unsure about the effect of 30, and asked tentatively: "Do you mean they have internal injuries?"
"Internal injuries? Oh, no, no, a small amount of alcohol won't hurt pigs." He paused, "It doesn't matter, at least once in a while."
Dong Qiangqiang was young and embarrassed to take the initiative to talk about money. He awkwardly found a few topics related to pigs and chatted for a while, but the topics were quickly finished. He was at a loss and rubbed his pants with his hands, wondering what to do. Start a conversation.
Finally, Fleischer took the initiative and said: "It's getting late, let's quickly talk about the money of these two pigs."
"Ah, okay, okay." Dong Qiangqiang was relieved when he heard this.
"The price we discussed last time was..." Fleischer took out a calculator from the drawer and pressed it repeatedly.
"Breeding pigs cost 2,000 marks, and ordinary pigs cost 1,500 marks." Dong Qiangqiang quickly added.
"Yes, the total is 3,500 marks." Fleischer looked at Dong Qiangqiang with a smile, "So where is your contract? I can stamp it now."
Dong Qiangqiang continued to rub his trousers with his hands in embarrassment. His trousers became even more wrinkled as he rubbed them, revealing layers of wavy lines. "I don't have a...contract."
"I understand, then you have no problem using my contract?" Fleischer said while rummaging through the drawer.
"I don't have a company." Dong Qiangqiang finally said these words with difficulty.
Fleischer's hand suddenly stopped. He sat up straight, narrowed his eyes and looked at Dong Qiangqiang and said, "You don't have a company?"
"Yes."
"If you don't have a company," Fleischer said, throwing the calculator back into the drawer, "then we can't trade."
"That's right," Dong Qiangqiang quickly organized the words, "Is it possible that we can still make this deal without signing a contract?"
"Impossible. If there is no contract, the tax bureau will think that I am evading taxes." Fleischer said decisively, "No one will do this."
Dong Qiangqiang immediately came up with the second plan: "What if I lower the price? Can..."
"Young man," Fleischer stood up abruptly and looked at him seriously, "this is not about money. I say it again, no one will do this."
Dong Qiangqiang was at a loss as the other party was unable to make any progress. But at this time, if he was asked to find a ready-made company, he would not be able to do it anyway.
Seeing that the money he had received was about to go down the drain, Dong Qiangqiang angrily grabbed the cloth on the sofa with his hands, secretly worried.
"I don't understand, if you don't have a company, why don't you register one yourself?" Fleischer suggested. "It's very simple to open a company in Germany."
Dong Qiangqiang said to himself that it would be easy for him to have money. How could I, a poor student, find so much money? But you can think so in your heart, but you can't say it with your mouth. "The main reason is that it takes a long time to register a new company," he quibbled.
"That's no problem, I can wait." Fleischer shrugged, "If you really want to register."
Dong Qiangqiang didn't expect him to say this, and murmured: "But... it really takes a long time to register. I'm afraid you're in a hurry."
"You can put the pigs with me first and I will raise them for you. After we sign the contract, the two pigs will belong to me."
This sentence was beyond Dong Qiangqiang's expectation. He didn't expect to be able to operate in this way, so he asked in disbelief: "Is what you said true? Mr. Fleischer."
"Of course. But if the pigs are kept here, you have to pay me management fees, which include feed fees, epidemic prevention fees, various miscellaneous fees, etc."
"Ah? Management fee?" Dong Qiangqiang was surprised, "Then... how much does this cost?"
"The breeding pigs receive 80 marks a day, and the ordinary pigs receive 40 marks a day." Fleischer said without changing his expression, "You can consider it."
Dong Qiangqiang knew that he actually had little room for consideration. He asked worriedly: "If my company is not registered in the end, I will have to pay you a lot of maintenance fees. But I have no money."
"If it comes to that, we can sign a new agreement, and you can just give me two pigs, and I won't ask for your management fees." Fleischer chuckled.
What a cunning old fox, still thinking about my pig. Dong Qiangqiang suddenly felt angry from the bottom of his heart: he must register a company.
The worried Dong Qiangqiang walked out of the office dejectedly. Lei Lanting was sitting on the bench outside the office. When he saw him coming out, he hurriedly got up to greet him.
"I have good news," Lei Lanting said with a smile, "but I still want you to tell me first. How about it? Will the 'butcher' give us a check or cash?"
"I," Dong Qiangqiang hesitated, "I have bad news."
"He doesn't want it anymore?" Lei Lanting's face turned pale, "Or did he bargain?"
Dong Qiangqiang shook his head: "None of them."
"Then you should tell me quickly, brother? You are going to make me anxious to death."
"He said we had to have a company to get the money."
