"Hello, I am Manager Wang, the kitchen manager of Water Lily Restaurant." Dong Qiangqiang can now speak idioms very fluently. "I am looking for a company that can help the restaurant transport food waste every day. I found your company's information online. address, but the phone couldn't be reached, so I ran over to see if I was lucky. Are you still taking on business?" He turned around and looked around, "Is there a quotation that I can take a look at first?"
Grab, grab, grab. After hearing what he said, the middle-aged man threw the pile of documents in his hand into the cardboard box at his feet dejectedly, and said with a wry smile: "I won't take it anymore."
"Excuse me, do you want to stop answering temporarily or completely?" Dong Qiangqiang secretly pressed the switch of the recorder and strode into the office. "If your charges are reasonable, the time can be discussed again."
"No, Dominic..." The middle-aged man leaned forward and sat on a pile of cardboard boxes. He lowered his head to pick up the waste paper on the ground with a lonely expression, "It's closed."
"Close the door?" Dong Qiangqiang pretended not to understand.
"This company is closed. Find another company." The middle-aged man packed up again.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Although he said sorry, Dong Qiangqiang had no intention of leaving. Instead, he stood in the center of the room and looked around.
Although the wall was empty, there was a circle of square and shallow marks where things had been hung before. Dong Qiangqiang guessed that things had been hung for a long time.
Seeing that Dong Qiangqiang still didn't leave, the middle-aged man was a little surprised. He stopped what he was doing and asked, "Do you have anything else?"
"Hmm..." Dong Qiangqiang cautiously tried, "To tell you the truth, our restaurant has contacted Vivendi before. Everything is suitable for their restaurant, but the payment cycle is too tight. My boss asked me to visit more restaurants to understand the market situation. , and finally chose the most suitable one. I visited several companies in the morning, and the prices were similar. But someone in one of the companies told me that I must not choose Vivendi, otherwise there will be great risks. It was also he who recommended me to come here. Understand the situation.”
"You just said," the middle-aged man looked at Dong Qiangqiang with suspicion and surprise, and asked blankly, "Are there other families like this?"
"Yes."
"Which one?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Golden Fox Transportation Company." Dong Qiangqiang reported the name of another company that he passed by that had closed down, and then boldly asked, "Is Dominic's closure related to Vivendi?"
The middle-aged man sighed and fell into silence.
Dong Qiangqiang understands that silence is the best answer in many cases.
He walked silently to the middle-aged man and bent down to sit next to him. He has already seen the bitterness in the other person's heart. If there is bitterness, there will be unwillingness. As long as there is unwillingness, there will be a desire to talk to others.
A French cigarette was stretched out in front of the middle-aged man, followed by a dancing flame, and finally Dong Qiangqiang's question: "If you can tell me why you can't choose Vivendi, my boss and I will be very grateful to you."
It wasn't until the cigarette was almost finished that the middle-aged man spoke: "You can't choose it."
"Why?"
"Because it's not a good company."
"Is your company harmed by it?"
"Our cooperation with it was normal at the beginning, but it is a large company. In order to do its business well, we had to give up the business of other small companies. This was nothing, but since last year, its payments have It’s getting slower and slower. Some of us went to it to ask for money, but to no avail.”
"But for a company as big as yours, you don't just have Vivendi as a customer, right?"
"Because we voluntarily gave up the old customers. When we went back to contact the old customers, they had been snatched away by other companies. In the end, the old customers were gone, and the new ones did not pay, so they had no choice but to close their doors. .”
"Then it still owes you money." Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help but comment, "Didn't you go to court to sue them?"
"Of course." The middle-aged man helplessly picked up the materials on the ground again and threw them into the box. "But the process of litigating a lawsuit is very long. This is Paris." After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he muttered a few words in French. Although Dong Qiangqiang I didn't understand a word, but I could guess that he was complaining.
He is chasing books and reading. "I deeply regret what happened to your company, but I still have to complete the work assigned by my boss. If you know of other transportation companies that can haul food waste, can you tell me? Thank you." Dong Qiangqiang suddenly had an idea, If he can find more companies like Dominic that are on the verge of bankruptcy or have already gone bankrupt in litigation with Vivendi, it may be included in the report as evidence in favor of short selling.
"I have a friend who may still be doing it, but I'm not sure. Just wait a minute and I'll write to you." The middle-aged man stood up, took out a pen and paper from a pile of garbage, and sat on the broken cardboard box one by one. Write carefully.
Dong Qiangqiang peeked at the recorder and saw that the red light of the recorder was flashing wildly. He couldn't help but feel relieved that today's harvest was not small.
The middle-aged man handed the paper to Dong Qiangqiang: "Young man, maybe this can help you."
Dong Qiangqiang took the paper as if he had found a treasure. He saw an address written on it. After confirming every letter in the address with the other party, he carefully put the paper into his bag.
"Thank you very much for your help. I have a friend who works in a newspaper office in Paris. If you think it is necessary, I can ask him to visit you and write about your experience. Maybe he can help you collect debts." Dong Qiangqiang had a premonition that Duanmu would be in trouble in the future. Let's make another trip to Dominica with him. Let's lay the groundwork today.
The middle-aged man waved his hand noncommittally: "I wish you good luck." After saying that, he lowered his head again to tidy up.
Dong Qiangqiang returned to the car and easily found the address of the company on the yellow pages of the map. However, the company was in the 13th District, which was further away. He planned to take the overnight train back to Hannover at night and return the car later. He didn't want to go through too much trouble. After much deliberation, he decided to call Qin Youbo.
He wanted to call the other party for two reasons: First, a girl from the other party helped him carry a heavy package all the way from Beijing. He should express his gratitude and return the favor to the other party. The second is that meeting me is equivalent to completing the task assigned by my mother, so that my mother will not criticize me for my ignorance.
He directly dialed Qin Youbo's phone number.
"Hello! Who is this?" Dong Qiangqiang heard a French sentence. Grab, grab, grab
"Hello, Uncle Qin You, I'm Dong Qiangqiang." He replied in standard Mandarin.
"Oh, is something wrong?" Dong Qiangqiang heard clearly, and the other party's originally full mood instantly cooled down.
"Oh, that's it. I'm back from Italy and I'm in Paris now. I want to treat you to dinner. Thank you for helping me bring the package last time. You can just book the restaurant." Dong Qiangqiang's attitude was very sincere.
"No, thanks."
Polite and short words are usually used to express rejection. Dong Qiangqiang smiled. This seemed to be something he often said to others. Unexpectedly, things turned around and today it was his turn to be rejected.
"I don't mean anything else. If I was rude in what I said before, I apologize to you." Dong Qiangqiang continued to work hard.
"I don't have any other intentions," Qin Youbo replied lukewarmly, "I'm at work and have no time."
"Then what time will you get off work? I'll come over to find you." Dong Qiangqiang showed his determination not to give up until he gets a date. He really wanted to take advantage of this trip to Paris to repay the favor he owed.
"7:30 in the evening." Qin Youbo didn't reject him again, which surprised him.
Dong Qiangqiang's night train back to Hanover departs at 23:00 sharp. He smiled and said, "No problem, give me your address."
“Tiffany on the Champs-Elysées.”
"Hmm, is there a house number?" Dong Qiangqiang asked.
"This is Paris. You'll know when you get there." Qin Youbo said and hung up the phone.
This is Paris? Qin Youbo's attitude made Dong Qiangqiang quite unhappy. So what about Paris? Is Paris so awesome?
He started the car angrily and sped towards the Champs Elysées.
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