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The Berlin night was quiet, the streets were wide, and the streetlights cast the shadows of the roadside trees on the ground. Ouyang Qian talked about tomorrow's negotiation strategy.

"Audi is having a tough time right now. Tesla is constantly grabbing market share in the European new energy vehicle market, there's internal competition within Volkswagen's ID series, and the situation in Russia and Ukraine is escalating, with oil prices soaring and sales of gasoline-powered vehicles dropping significantly. With all these factors combined, they're actually more eager to close this deal than we are. So we can negotiate the price again tomorrow, and I'm confident we can get it to our target range."

"Will Russia and Ukraine really go to war?" Lin Feng asked. He had been seeing related news on his phone frequently lately, but he always felt that it was impossible for two major powers to suddenly start fighting.

"Who can say for sure? The local news in Germany reports it every day, and the atmosphere is much more tense than back home," Ouyang Qian said. "I watched the news in the hotel this morning, and it said that Russia has already amassed over 100,000 troops on the border, and NATO has also issued a warning. Fortunately, we're not in Eastern Europe, and Berlin is far away, so the impact isn't that direct."

"This place is only a few hundred kilometers away from Ukraine," Lin Feng said.

"That's why I said we should finish up the business and leave quickly." Ouyang Qian turned to look at him. "When do you want to leave? After we finish talking tomorrow, what are your plans? Should we take a trip to a few surrounding cities, or go straight back to China?"

"You decide. I'll go with you," Lin Feng said.

"Then let's talk about it tomorrow and see." Ouyang Qian nodded, tucking her hair behind her ear. "By the way, you mentioned wanting to visit Ukraine?"

"Just saying," Lin Feng laughed. "I've heard there are a lot of beautiful women in Ukraine, and I was hoping to see for myself."

"It's very chaotic over there right now, I don't recommend you go." Ouyang Qian's expression became a little serious. "Don't let looking at pretty girls interfere with your business. Let's wait until the situation stabilizes."

"So you mean you don't want me to go?"

"I'm not going, and you shouldn't go either. If something really happens, I won't be able to explain it to the company." She paused, then added, "Besides, aren't you looking for a pretty girl around you?"

Lin Feng didn't respond to that.

It was almost ten o'clock when the two arrived at the hotel. They stood side-by-side in the elevator, neither speaking. When they reached the fifth floor, Lin Feng escorted Ouyang Qian to apartment 502. She swiped her card to open the door and turned to look at him before going inside.

"See you tomorrow."

"Go to bed early," Lin Feng said.

"You too." Ouyang Qian smiled and added, "I won't lock the door tonight. If you really come over in the middle of the night, remember to knock."

Lin Feng shook his head and turned to walk towards room 501. Behind him came Ouyang Qian's soft laughter, followed by the sound of the door closing.

Back in his room, Raymond Lam took a shower and leaned against the headboard to scroll through his phone.

Discussions about the Russia-Ukraine situation have heated up on domestic social media platforms, with several related hashtags trending on Weibo. One video features a military blogger analyzing troop deployments on both sides, suggesting that war could break out as early as next month.

Lin Feng scrolled past without looking closely and casually clicked "not interested".

He didn't quite believe that two nuclear-armed superpowers could actually go to war; it wasn't like those small African countries constantly engaged in warlord conflicts. After scrolling for half an hour, he got sleepy, put down his phone, and turned off the light.

The next morning, Lin Feng woke up feeling a bit better than the day before, but he still hadn't fully adjusted to the time difference, and his mind felt foggy. Just as he was brushing his teeth, there was a knock at the door. With his mouth full of toothpaste, he went to open it, and Ouyang Qian was standing there.

She changed her clothes today.

The light blue strapless bodycon dress, ending at the shoulders, has no shoulder straps and sits at the chest, revealing a patch of fair skin on the shoulders and below the collarbone.

The fabric of the upper half of the skirt was very thin, and the two mounds at the chest filled it out, with the rounded bulges pushing high against the upper edge of the skirt, and the deep cleavage in the middle looked as if it was squeezed out by two plump mounds of flesh.

Her arms were slender and shapely, resting on the doorframe, and she wore a very thin silver watch on her wrist. Her skirt cinched at mid-thigh, revealing smooth, straight legs, and she was still wearing those nude stilettos.

Lin Feng glanced at it twice, swallowed the saliva in his mouth, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll rinse my mouth." After saying that, he turned and went into the bathroom, quickly rinsed his mouth and washed his face, and came out to take a shirt from the closet and put it on. "Today's negotiation, you'll be more convincing in this outfit than yesterday. Will will probably spend more time looking at you than at the contract."

"That's perfect, the more distracted he is, the more advantageous I am." Ouyang Qian leaned against the door waiting for him to button his shirt. "You certainly know how to pick the right moment to compliment someone."

Lin Feng changed his clothes, grabbed his phone and briefcase, and went downstairs with Ouyang Qian. Breakfast was at the hotel as usual; this time, Lin Feng didn't dare eat anything too oily, having a cup of coffee and two croissants. Ouyang Qian only had a cup of tea, saying that she needed to stay alert during the morning negotiations, and that eating too much would make her sleepy.

The car arrived at Audi headquarters at nine o'clock.

This time, they drove directly into the internal parking lot. Hans was waiting at the entrance and led them through a private passage directly to the conference room. Will was already there, with two people from the legal and business departments sitting next to him.

In the center of the conference room's long table sat a metal plaque engraved with Audi's four-ring logo. The projector was already set up, listing the four car models ordered yesterday and their corresponding configuration details.

The negotiations lasted for nearly three hours.

From the outset, Ouyang Qian made it clear that China's core demands were to reduce the original price by another 12%, with Audi bearing 40% of the tariffs, and to offer technical consultation and after-sales parts training free of charge.

Will said the concession was too large and needed to be discussed item by item.

The two sides went through several rounds of back-and-forth negotiations on key issues such as price, spare parts, technology sharing, and training support. Lin Feng sat listening nearby, occasionally exchanging opinions with Ouyang Qian in Chinese.

Ouyang Qian was in a great state at the negotiating table, speaking with confidence and readily citing data. She even pointed out that the unit price of a part quoted by Will's business personnel was inflated, saying that it was nearly 30% higher than the publicly available price in the German aftermarket, which was clearly unreasonable.

Hans quietly confirmed with the business department staff and found that the figure she gave was correct. Will looked a little embarrassed, but quickly composed himself and said that the parts prices could be recalculated, but the 12% discount on the whole vehicle would have to be reduced.

In the end, both sides compromised – the discount on the whole vehicle was reduced by 10%, Audi would bear 35% of the tariff, the unit price of parts would be 85% of the publicly listed price in the German aftermarket, and technical training would be offered free of charge.

The final cost exceeded Lin Feng and Ouyang Qian's expectations. Both parties signed a preliminary agreement on the draft contract, with the formal signing to be handled by Audi China's legal team in China.

Will stood up and shook hands with Lin Feng, saying that it was a pleasure to work with a partner like Shuke and that he hoped the first batch of orders could be finalized within the year.

Lin Feng said there was no problem, and the first batch of cars would enter the car market before the end of the year.

Ouyang Qian compiled the key points of the agreement into meeting minutes and sent them to Will for confirmation. The group then reviewed them again in the meeting room to ensure nothing was missed before dispersing.

It was almost 1 p.m. when I left Audi headquarters.

Sunlight fell on the silver-gray exterior of the building, the light somewhat dazzling. Ouyang Qian let out a sigh of relief after stepping out, as if she had unloaded a heavy burden on her shoulders.

Turning to look at Lin Feng, a hint of weariness lingered in his eyes.

"It's finally done."

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll treat you to something nice tonight," Lin Feng said.