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Chapter 133 Dear Damao, Business is Business
When Sergei learned that Ermao's Kisman lived next door to him, he immediately lost his sleepiness.

Both sides began to control their members, prohibiting them from going out, and at the same time started the eavesdropping mode.

No one slept in the guesthouse of the Warwick Factory that night.

The next morning.

The three parties agreed to sign the contract today, and Li Yunfei went to work at eight o'clock in the morning.

At half past seven, Sergei from Da Mao and Kisman from Er Mao took a few people and went out in the elevator together.

The two sides of the elevator were clearly divided, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Although Sergei and Kisman were not good friends, they were both engaged in diplomacy, so they had dealt with each other and were acquaintances.

"Ms. Kisman, whether you came here to look for someone or to buy weapons, I was the first one to do so!"

“We came here to import tricycles, what has this got to do with you.”

"You guys are really nosy. This is a civilian car. You need it, but do we not need it?"

The two of them quarreled all the way from the guesthouse to Li Yunfei's office.

It was a fifteen-minute walk, but they arrived in less than eight minutes.

At this time, there was only the female secretary Zhao Min in the office. Looking at the two teams at loggerheads, she suddenly felt a headache.

"Director, please come quickly, they are about to fight in your office."

"I'm a factory manager. Why am I being urged to go to work before it's time to go to work?" Li Yunfei couldn't help but sigh after hearing this.

It was said that being a boss means freedom and no one cares about you. What kind of freedom is this?

He and Zhao Ye hurriedly finished their breakfast, packed several more breakfasts, and drove back to the office.

"My dear Davari, you haven't had breakfast yet?"

"Not eating breakfast this morning is bad for your health. You should eat something and then we can talk about the contract." Li Yunfei smiled and handed the breakfast in his hand to Sergei and others.

These are the daily meals at the Warwick factory, spicy soup, tofu pudding, deep-fried dough sticks, fried dumplings, rice soup, steamed buns, and sauce-flavored cakes and so on.

The only classy thing might be a few tea eggs and a small portion of pickled mustard tuber [save your life]!
Sergei looked at the breakfast that Li Yunfei brought for him, and immediately stood up and took it with both hands. He looked at Kisman with a provocative look.

"Dawali, thank you so much. I knew that our relationship was special."

Li Yunfei smiled, then took out another breakfast, looked at Ermao, and said, "Ms. Kisman, I brought one for you as well. I don't know if you can eat it."

"Thank you, Director Li. After I graduated from your company and returned to China, I have always wanted to eat this. However, the taste of the food they make in our country is not authentic."

When Kisman took the breakfast from Li Yunfei, he touched it with his hand intentionally or unintentionally.

Her blatant little action made other people in the office grit their teeth.

Especially Sergei and his female secretary Zhao Min, their eyes were almost spitting fire.

Sergei looked at his deputy Ivan, eating a steamed bun, and lowered his voice and said, "Davri, did you see that?"

"I think we should recruit a female member to our team. What kind of woman do you think our Davari likes?"

"That one is naturally Bai... who is... grown up... and understands men. Believe me, no one will reject my sister. If they can use the honey trap, so can we!"

Sergei frowned when he saw Ivan, who had a big beard and weighed nearly 200 pounds.

He made up his mind that after returning home, he would apply to his superiors and at least find someone with the same standards as Kisman.

After both sides finished their meal, they went to the conference room together.

Sergei and Kisman sat down face to face on both sides. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, the two of them would have started fighting.

"Dawali, can you please not sell this tricycle to them?"

Li Yunfei listened to Sergei's request, shrugged his shoulders and said, "My dear Davari, you know."

"Business is business. I can sell you the tricycle, but I can't accept your terms." "We can pay more!"

"We can increase the price of each tricycle by 500 US dollars. You can sell it to anyone but them!" Sergei took out his trump card as soon as he came up.

After he learned yesterday that Ermao had also sent a delegation, he began to contact the country to discuss countermeasures.

No matter what the cost, as long as the other party cannot get the tricycle, it is definitely worth it.

Kisman looked at Li Yunfei lovingly and said, "Dear Director, you know I will give you everything I can."

"What I can't give you, I will give you at the risk of my life. I'm leaving this to you. We will give you whatever amount they raise."

"It's just an extra 500 dollars for a car, we'll add that too!"

"Dawali, our friendship is unbreakable. They have no money, so we give them a car and a thousand dollars, and it's paid in cash!"

"This is the deposit. Ask them if they have the money."

After Sergei finished speaking, he asked someone to open the briefcase and took out the neatly arranged green coins inside.

Without blinking, Kisman also had someone take out a briefcase and showed the green coins inside.

She looked at Sergei and said with a smile: "We have a lot of friends, so we still have this little money."

"Dear factory manager, the transaction between us can also be delivered in cash. We will increase the price of one car by 1,500 US dollars. Can you refuse the transaction with them?"

boom!
"You are as poor as anyone else, Davari. We will increase the price of each car by 2000 US dollars!" Sergei slammed the table and stood up.

Although Kisman was a woman, she was equally unwilling to be outdone. She slammed the table, stood up, and said with a smile, "It's only $2000. We'll add it too!"

"Kisman, you can't get anything on the battlefield, and now you can't get it in the mall either."

"We will never give in on this tricycle deal!"

"Shameless! Do you think we will give in?"

"What's the point if you don't give in? Can you get it?"

……

There were about ten people on both sides, and they started quarreling right in front of Li Yunfei.

The scene was just like the quarrel between the aunties in the vegetable market. They were cursing each other so hard that some people even stood up and started spitting.

What's even worse is that some people took off their shoes and threw them at others. If they hadn't been trying to negotiate the contract in the conference room, Li Yunfei would have wanted to call the police.

He stood up, slapped the table, controlled the whole situation, and said, "My dear Davari and Miss Kisman, you must know that I am just a businessman."

"I only export agricultural tricycles. I only care about business and nothing else."

"Let's talk about the contract. The sooner we sign the contract, the sooner you can get the tricycle, right?"

Sergei and Kisman also calmed down. They looked at each other, snorted coldly, and then sat down.

This negotiation ultimately ended in a lose-lose situation with the third party gaining.

In order to grab the first batch of tricycles, the two men raised the original price by another US$500 each.

The final result was that each party got a 50% share.

Three thousand dollars per car was not unacceptable to Sergei.

Although the price of each tricycle increased to US$4,000, at least he got half of the share, and Kisman was quite satisfied with the result.

"Dawali, I wish us a happy cooperation!"

"Ms. Kissman, I wish us a pleasant cooperation as well!"

(End of this chapter)