Germans rarely install air conditioners in their offices or homes. On the one hand, this is because the climate in Germany is transitioning from a temperate maritime climate to a temperate continental climate. Even in summer, the weather rarely exceeds 30 degrees Celsius. On the other hand, it is also due to the environmental awareness of Germans, who do not like the impact that air conditioning may have on the natural environment.
Naturally, there is no air conditioning in Fatty's office, only an old-fashioned electric fan. But it often stops automatically after spinning. It needs to be touched by hand before the fan can continue to rotate.
The fat man sat on a chair, fanning himself angrily with a locomotive maintenance manual. On the chair opposite him, Yu Jianghai sat with a sinking face.
The fat man diligently poured a glass of hot water for Yu Jianghai and handed it to him, but Yu Jianghai didn't even look at him. The fat man could only put the water on the table in embarrassment.
"You really can't blame us for this." The fat man held it in for a long time before he could say anything, and then he stopped talking.
"I thought you were going to talk about compensation, but it seems I misunderstood." Yu Jianghai stood up and was about to leave.
"Wait a minute." The people who went out for lunch had not returned yet, so the fat man carefully locked the door and lowered the blinds.
Yu Jianghai watched his movements calmly.
"How much do you want?" The fat man wiped his sweat and asked straight to the point.
Yu Jianghai glanced at him and asked, "How much do you want to pay?"
The fat man swallowed, looked out the window and stretched out his palm towards Yu Jianghai: "500."
Yu Jianghai shook his head: "You don't want to talk." He wanted to leave again.
"Don't leave." The fat man gritted his teeth and stretched out his palms, "1,000 marks. Don't tell anyone about this. That's the end of it."
"Then what if I get beaten again tomorrow." Yu Jianghai was a little moved by the price.
"You don't have to come this week. Come back next week. When you come next week, I will hire someone else to work with you to make sure this doesn't happen again."
Yu Jianghai pondered for a moment and said tentatively: "1500 marks."
The fat man was shocked and blurted out: "This is too exaggerated. I definitely can't decide. It definitely won't work."
"Then how much can you decide?" Yu Jianghai heard the key words keenly.
"The maximum is 1,200 marks." The fat man lowered his head, "If it exceeds this number, I will ask for permission..."
"1,200 marks is fine," Yu Jianghai thought for a while, "but I have a condition. I must find the person who works with me."
"This will definitely not work. What if the person you are looking for cannot protect you and you are beaten again? We must be looking for someone. I will find someone tall and strong for you. Even if those people come again, they will not dare to beat you. ." The fat man said as he regretted it in his heart. He felt that hiring Yu Jianghai was like hiring an ancestor, but he had just signed a long-term contract with him and could not resign immediately. He couldn't help complaining.
"If you give me money today and make excuses to take it back tomorrow, won't I get beaten in vain?" Yu Jianghai stopped dwelling on hiring people and raised a new question.
The fat man opened the drawer, counted out a pile of money and put it on the table: "This is 1,200 marks. If there is no problem, you can write me a guarantee and promise that this matter will end. I will also write you a guarantee and promise not to ask for anything again." If you issue any documents, you won’t get the 1,200 back.”
When Yu Jianghai walked out of the door with the money and the guarantee letter, he took a special look at the fat man. The fat man was already soaked, as if he had just been fished out of the water.
As soon as Yu Jianghai walked out of the door, he started calling Li Junfeng.
"Since you decided to take Luke's order, I'm going to talk to him about the details now. It's up to you to open the company." Lei Lanting looked at Dong Qiangqiang with trust, "I'm waiting for your good news."
Dong Qiangqiang nodded solemnly, and the two parted ways at the station.
When Dong Qiangqiang arrived at the consulting agency, it was already 17:31. The bald man was packing his bag, and it looked like he was about to get off work.
"Please wait a moment," Dong Qiangqiang shouted hurriedly, "I want to ask a few more questions about starting a company."
The bald man seemed not to remember who Dong Qiangqiang was, and declined: "I'm off work, please come over tomorrow."
"Please, just a few words." Dong Qiangqiang begged.
The bald man looked at his watch: "K, what's your problem?"
"I want to open a one-person company, and I have my own address and office space, but I'm pressed for time. Is there any way to speed up the application process?" Dong Qiangqiang took a deep breath, "It's best to do it in about a week."
The bald man pondered for a moment: "To take over a company that was transferred by someone else and has no business or very simple business, the transfer procedures will be much shorter than the normal waiting time for registering a new company, but this kind of company transfer is not common. Yes, you need to wait.”
"If you can help me find this kind of company that others want to change hands within three days, I can give you 200 marks as a reward." Dong Qiangqiang knows that the best way to motivate others to do things for him is to use material rewards. He is now racing against time and doesn't want to waste too much time waiting.
"Well, if that's the case, I can give it a try and you can come back tomorrow afternoon. I have to get off work now."
The McDonald's at the train station was crowded. It seems that Germans also like to eat this American fast food.
Dong Qiangqiang casually ordered a Big Mac set meal, found a deserted corner, and waited for Artest while eating.
His eyes kept scanning the faces of people entering and leaving the store, but there was no one who looked like a compatriot.
Time passed by minute by minute, and it was almost 19:30, and Artest hadn't appeared yet.
"Ring, ring, ring," Dong Qiangqiang's cell phone rang.
Dong Qiangqiang thought it was Artest who hit him, so he quickly picked up: "Artest?"
"Huh? What Artest? This is Lao Lei." A familiar voice came from the phone, "I talked to Luke. He originally wanted to negotiate the price, but I told him that Fleischer was already sold at this price. If the price was reduced, it would be difficult, so he didn’t insist anymore." Lei Lanting said proudly, "And there is good news. We have both been to his stocking forest, and we caught the wild boar just before you. It’s quite a coincidence that we are right next to the wild boar forest.”
"Okay, then did he say what kind of pig he wanted to buy?" Dong Qiangqiang asked with concern, "Wild pig or wild boar?"
"He said he lost many more pigs than Fleischer, about a dozen before and after."
"So many?" Dong Qiangqiang was surprised.
"And most of the ones he lost were breeding pigs, so he was very anxious. I hope we can start catching them as soon as possible." Lei Lanting paused, "But he also mentioned another thing."
"What's the matter?" Dong Qiangqiang had just finished asking, when suddenly a figure flashed in front of his eyes, and a young man with a dark face sat in front of him.
Lei Lanting was still talking to himself on the phone, but Dong Qiangqiang didn't listen to a word.
"Hello, I'm Atai." The man said softly.
