Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 116 116. The Devil's Gift

The location of the warehouse is not too far from Frankfurt Airport. From time to time, you can see the planes taking off or dropping in altitude, and the huge roar echoes in the air.

The agreed pick-up time had passed, but Louis did not show up outside the warehouse.

Zhang Yingfang was sitting in the car reading 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 ways in favor of the buyer. The more she looked at it, the more suspicious this Louis and His company has problems.

She called Xiao Wu and learned that he was still running on the high speed, but he was getting closer to Luxembourg.

She opened the car door, stood on the empty concrete road outside the warehouse, looked at the setting sun in the distance, and thought about what she should do next.

Just then, her cell phone rang.To her surprise, the call was from Zhang Yingfei.

"Zhang Yingfei, don't you show up now when the $100 million order is shipped?" Zhang Yingfang's tone was full of dissatisfaction.

"Yo, 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 matter?" Zhang Yingfei said in a strange way.

"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, "They are all standard templates. I, Zhang Yingfei, have signed hundreds of copies. Until today, you told me that there is a problem with the contract? I think you have a problem, right?"

Looking at the plane taking off in the distance, Zhang Yingfang suppressed her inner displeasure: "You are the signatory of the contract. According to the company's system, you should be in the warehouse now."

"Company system? Hmph," Zhang Yingfei said in a disdainful tone, "Don't use the company system to suppress me, what can I do if I don't go there? Does the company stipulate that the deputy general manager should talk to big clients? I'll help you sign the contract." Not only did you not thank me for signing the big contract, but you even pointed at me. Is there anyone like you who is the general manager? Let me tell you, I think the contract is fine. And I am fed up with your daily demands. Today I am still I'm not going!" After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone with a "snap".

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, more than a dozen oversized heavy trucks drove towards the warehouse.

Zhang Yingfang put away the phone and walked slowly along the cement road towards the truck convoy.

*
Zhang Yingfei angrily threw the phone into the leather bag beside her. At this moment, an old hand was holding 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, "angry will hurt your body."

Zhang Yingfei hastily supported the wine glass with his hands, bowed his head in thanks, and then turned his head to observe the interior decoration of the tavern.

He is sitting in a quiet private room, with classic Kanagawa waves hanging on the light green walls, and the waitresses in kimonos, tatami mats, small tables, and wooden sliding doors, every detail is telling People who come here to eat, this is a traditional Japanese restaurant.

Opposite him sat an old man with gray hair and wearing a traditional Japanese male kimono.The bags under his eyes were bloated and squinted, and he looked like he could fall asleep at any time.With age, the flesh on the cheeks hangs loosely over the cheeks, like a chipmunk chewing food.

He slowly picked up a piece of eel meat, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly, with an expression of enjoyment.

"Mr. Fujino, did you ask me to come today?" Zhang Yingfei took a sip of sake and asked tentatively.

Sitting opposite him was Zhang's old customer, Japanese Fujino Koichiro.

"Mr. Zhang, how long have we known each other?" Although Fujino's Chinese can be understood, there are still some foreign accents.He squinted his eyes and picked up the seafood tempura on the plate in front of him, dipped it in the soy sauce sauce on the side plate, and put it on Zhang Yingfei's plate.

Zhang Yingfei nodded his head to express his gratitude, and recalled: "It may be almost 20 years."

"It's 21 years." Fujino corrected, and gestured with his hand, "You were not yet 20 years old at that time, you were very young. I remember the first time I came to your house, you asked me if I had any Japanese toys I can give it 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 it 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, softly Said, "I have a special gift for you."

"Gift?" Zhang Yingfei put down the chopsticks in his hand in doubt, looked at the folder blankly, then looked up at Fujino's face, "Is it specially for me?"

Fujino smiled and gestured for him to open the folder in front of him.

Zhang Yingfei wiped the oil stains on his mouth with a paper towel, reached out to pick up the folder, and asked curiously, "What's in it?"

*
Heavy-duty trucks roared past Zhang Yingfang one after another, and drove straight to the warehouse behind her, where they parked neatly in a row.Behind the last truck was a white Volvo car, but instead of following the truck convoy, it slammed on the brakes and stopped beside Zhang Yingfang.

As soon as the car door opened, a man wearing black sunglasses stepped out of the driver's seat.I saw that he was about 1.7 meters tall, with a thin body and a lean crop. He was wearing a tight black leather jacket, and his whole body was tidied up and down very neatly.

He walked up to Zhang Yingfang, stared blankly at Zhang Yingfang's face for a while, then took out a contract from his briefcase, handed it to Zhang Yingfang, and said in standard Mandarin: "I'll get the goods. This is Contract. Open the warehouse if there is no problem."

When he got closer, Zhang Yingfang found a deep scar extending from his left cheek to the lower part of his neck. The color of the scar was much lighter than the skin next to it, and it looked a little creepy.

"Are you Louis?" Zhang Yingfang didn't take the things he handed over, "You can't pick up the goods."

"Does the contract stipulate who will pick up the goods?" The man in the sunglasses took off his sunglasses and said sharply, "Open the door quickly."

He looks 35 or [-] years old, with a baby face, a pair of splayed eyebrows lying on a pair of small eyes, and he looks a little 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 signing the contract. So I don't have to deliver immediately." Zhang Yingfang said righteously.

The man took a step forward, and his face and Zhang Yingfang's were almost pressed together, and the hot breath he exhaled hit Zhang Yingfang's face with a strong smell of smoke. He stared into Zhang Yingfang's eyes and said fiercely: "Believe it or not, I'm breaking open your warehouse door right now."

Zhang Yingfang took out her mobile phone, pressed three number keys, and then put her finger on the "Call" button, looking fearlessly at the vicious man.

The man sneered nonchalantly, turned around, and walked towards Zhang Yingfang's car not far away.

Before Zhang Yingfang could react, he suddenly sped up and ran, kicking towards Zhang Yingfang's car door with all his strength.Zhang Yingfang was startled, and ran over quickly, only to see a footprint-sized hole in the car door.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Yingfang shouted angrily, "I want to call the police."

The man ignored her questioning 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 mobile phone, opened the trunk of his car, took out a baseball bat from it, and walked towards Zhang Yingfang dragging the bat.

Zhang Yingfang immediately recognized that the sound of the bat rubbing against the ground was metallic. She was taken aback and asked tremblingly, "What are you doing?"

The man didn't make a sound, walked to the back of her car expressionlessly, picked up the bat and threw it at the taillight of the car.

With a "crash", the left tail light of the car shattered.Before Zhang Yingfang could yell out, the right taillight was also smashed.

Zhang Yingfang was so frightened that she couldn't speak, and forgot to call the police.

The man put on his sunglasses again, pointed at Zhang Yingfang's face, "Just a week." After speaking, he spat hard on the ground and drove away.

More than a dozen heavy trucks drove past the terrified Zhang Yingfang again. Looking at the distant convoy and the flying dust, Zhang Yingfang felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

Just then, her cell phone rang suddenly.

*
Zhang Yingfei opened the folder, and what came into view was a stack of bound contracts.There are nine Chinese characters printed on the top cover of the first contract: Equity Transfer Contract Agreement.

Opening the contract, Zhang Yingfei quickly read a few sentences, and was shocked to find that Party A of the contract was Zhang Yingfang, and Party B was him.

Feeling suspicious, he quickly read a few pages and immediately turned to the last page of the agreement. He saw the words "Zhang Yingfang" written on the signature of Party A's representative, with a bright red fingerprint beside it.

Although Zhang Yingfei wasn't sure if the fingerprints belonged to Zhang Yingfang, he was so familiar with the three-character signature that he recognized 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 his 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 terrified, his mind was full of various questions but he didn't know where to ask them.

"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 another piece of tofu and put it in his mouth.

Zhang Yingfei neither ate nor interrupted him, but stared at him intently.

"For so many 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 did not see your potential. 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 excited as he spoke, and his eyes seemed to get bigger.

"I'm a beast?" Zhang Yingfei muttered to himself.

"Yes, you are a beast, but there are too many chains on you, you need to be free." Fujino suddenly clenched his fists and thumped his chest.

"Freedom?" Zhang Yingfei was confused, he didn't know how the Japanese old 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 Find a way to stamp the company seal of your German company, and then get the signatures of your father and other shareholders, then this company will be in your pocket, and by then, you will no longer need to look at anyone's face. And Zhang Yingfang will also disappear from your eyes..."

Fujino Koichiro suddenly stopped while talking, and smiled strangely at Zhang Yingfei.

Zhang Yingfei stared at him blankly, his mind went blank.

(End of this chapter)