As the May Day holiday approaches, because there are more and more tourists, Suisui stays in the office on the second floor of the library later and later every day. Sometimes she even needs to be carried back by Wei Ran, or simply by Ka.
The Jianka sisters simply cut off the Internet to end a long day's work.
Seeing that he could not do much to help other than carry people home for food and sleep every day, Wei Ran simply bought a plane ticket and flew to Paris, France alone.
As soon as he walked out of the airport pick-up gate, the strong man who liked dogs, who had been arranged to receive him by Mr. Dominic, immediately waved the pick-up sign with colored lights in his direction.
"Mr. Victor, we meet again." While shaking hands with Wei Ran, the strong man subconsciously looked behind Wei Ran.
"Leon, right?" Wei Ran said with a smile, "To disappoint you, Beria didn't come with you this time."
"Yes, Mr. Victor, my name is indeed Leon."
The strong man quickly withdrew his gaze and scratched his head with a hint of embarrassment, "I thought you would still take him with you. I also prepared the bones of a cow that was just slaughtered this morning for Beria."
"I will bring it here again when I have the opportunity," Wei Ran promised, dumbfounded, "Okay, let's rush there now."
"Come with me"
The strong man immediately took Wei Ran's modest luggage, took him out of the airport, and got into the business car again.
Looking at the big fleshy stick with a bow tied on the seat next to him, Wei Ran twitched the corner of his mouth, pretending that he was blind and didn't see it, and closed the car door directly.
"Mr. Victor, will you stay near your destination tonight?" Leon, who was in charge of driving, asked hesitantly.
"What's wrong?"
Wei Ran looked into the other person's eyes through the rearview mirror between the front and passenger seats and asked, "If you have any suggestions, you can just say it directly. Don't be so formal. I'm not Mr. Dominic."
Hearing this, the big guy immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then slowed down slightly and explained, "You are going to the 10th arrondissement of Little Paris."
"Little Paris?"
Wei Ran looked at the other party with confusion. Even though he had learned French with French prisoners of war in Finland, he had never been to France. It could even be said that the only thing he knew about this country was the number of tanned people per capita.
armpit.
"France, apart from Paris, is all about the countryside"
Lyon explained with a hint of ridicule, "The Paris mentioned here is Little Paris, and the place outside the city of Paris is Grand Paris."
"Urban areas and suburban counties?"
Wei Ran muttered to himself and urged with interest, "Continue, is there anything special about District 10?"
"There are two train stations there, and there is a lot of traffic, so there are a lot of thieves and robbers, especially after the street lights come on."
Lyon paused and added, "In addition, the address you are going to is also very close to the Place de la République, which is a fixed venue for anti-government demonstrations in Paris.
So if you plan to live nearby, not only is it best not to go out when the street lights are on, it is also best not to go out during the day on Saturdays and weekends, otherwise you will have no choice but to go to *** with everyone. Please believe me,
Mr. Victor, participating in French people’s sex is definitely not as interesting and safe as watching French people having sex.”… “It’s very French...” Wei Ran said with a twitching corner of his mouth. “Indeed, it’s very French.”
"
Leon said regretfully, "It might be safer if you take Beria with you, but on your own, I suggest you find another place to stay."
"I will think about it carefully"
Wei Ran glanced at the local time on the phone screen, "It's better to get to the destination as soon as possible."
"Okay sir" Before Leon finished speaking, he slowly stepped on the accelerator and increased the speed of the car.
After passing through traffic lights and experiencing several traffic jams, at 3:42 in the afternoon, while steering the car to turn right, Lyon pointed to the statue of the Goddess of the Republic in the center of the roadside square and said, "On our left is the Republic.
It's a square, no exaggeration at all
It is said that the menstruation held here is like the menstruation of the bronze woman. Although I don’t know when it will come and how much it will come each time, it will always come at least once a month."
"You'd better not let the French hear this," Wei Ran reminded with joy.
"Thank you, but this is what my wife said herself."
Lyon shrugged, "She is French, and she and I met at the *** event here. You won't believe it, but they were protesting through *** at the time that Paris always held events.
*Activities have affected daily life.”
"this..."
Wei Ran grinned, changed the subject and asked, "What about you? Are you French too?"
"I'm Belgian, but I grew up in a French-speaking area."
Before Leon finished speaking, he had already steered the car to turn left and stopped at the door of a Chinese restaurant with a sign in traditional Chinese characters. "We are here. According to the address you provided, the destination is across the road."
Hearing this, Wei Ran moved his eyes from the Chinese restaurant on the left side of the car to the right side.
Across the road, directly above the display window of a store facing the street, there is an old-looking wooden sign hanging. To the left of the display window, there is a wooden door that is probably less than 1.5 meters wide.
"***? This name..."
Wei Ran grinned and looked at the French store name on the sign, and then he couldn't help but look behind him in the direction he came from. This jewelry store named "***" was probably five hundred meters away from the Republic Square he just passed by.
Not even rice.
Fortunately, there were enough jewelry for display in the window next to the door. Otherwise, he would have even thought that the wooden sign was a slogan in support of the protest.
After thinking for a while, Weiran opened the car door and said, "Leon, just wait for me here. I may come out soon."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Okay Mr. Victor" Leon also pulled the handbrake of the car as he spoke.
After jumping out of the car and walking across the street, Wei Ran hesitated for a moment before reaching out and pushing open the old-looking wooden door.
As far as the eye can see, the area of this store is not small, and the area that can be seen is probably hundreds of square meters. But what does not match this is that in such a large store, except for a few jewelry placed near the window,
Beyond the display cabinet, the rest of the space contains a billiards table, an LCD TV, and a set of sofas.
Looking at the workbench next to the jewelry display cabinet and the various licenses hanging on the wall behind the workbench, Wei Ran couldn't help but feel a little surprised and disappointed... This place is not so much a jewelry processing company.
It would be more accurate to say that a company is a workshop.
Especially on the walls around the licenses, the photos displayed in large and small photo frames seemed to have been taken while participating in the shooting.
There was even a black flag painted with unknown symbols hanging in the center of the pile of photo frames.
Looking at the people sitting on the sofa watching the football match on TV, he even had the urge to turn around and leave.
Among these people, there was an old man in his fifties or sixties who looked very similar to Cornboy, a middle-aged woman wearing a black suit and skirt who had already stood up, and a first-hand man.
Holding a crepe and holding a can of beer in one hand, he must be a fat man weighing 300 kilograms.
Before the woman who had stood up could speak, and before Wei Ran could speak, the fat man with a fat face had already put down the beer can and stood up with great effort. He asked in French with great enthusiasm, "I want to buy jewelry."
Or do you want to sell stolen goods?"
"Selling stolen goods?"
Wei Ran raised his eyebrows, and without giving the woman a chance to speak, he followed the topic and asked, "Do you still accept stolen goods here?"
"Only gold and gemstone jewelry and high-end watches are accepted."
The man stuffed the last mouthful of crepe in his hand, bent down with difficulty to take out a few pieces of paper from the table and wiped the sauce on his hands, "If it's a cell phone camera or something like that, don't bring it over.
Already."
"What else do you do?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
"Also provides precious metal smelting services"
The fat man wiped the corner of his mouth and said while walking towards the counter, "If you have anything valuable, take it out quickly. This may be the last day we do this kind of business."
"Mr. Alan, if I'm not mistaken, this should be Mr. Victor who is planning to acquire this store."
When the woman in formal clothes saw Wei Ran looking at her, she immediately introduced herself, "Hello, Mr. Victor, I am Horta, one of the legal advisors of the Elk Foundation. Mr. Sebastian showed me
your photo."
"Hello Ms. Horta, I'm sorry to trouble you this time."
Wei Ran shook hands with the other party politely. This time he came to France to acquire this disappointing little store. It was Sebastian who he took the initiative to ask for help. As for the purpose, he naturally wanted to see the sincerity of the other party.
"This is Mr. Alain Gundin, the owner of ***Jewelry."
After Horta waited for Wei Ran to shake hands with the oversized fat man, he extended his hand to the "pirated Khrushchev" who had already stood up and introduced, "This is Gaspard Gundin, the founder of ***Jewelry"
Sir, he was once a well-known pearl..."
"Hello, young man"
Gaspard shook hands with Wei Ran without waiting for Ms. Horta to finish the introduction, "If you don't mind, sit down and chat, Alan, pack these things quickly."
"You came so quickly"
Alan muttered something vaguely, picked up a trash can, and pulled out all the uneaten snacks on the table in the middle of the sofa.
"We might as well just go for it."
Alan turned down the sound of the TV and said, "I must hold at least 25% of the shares of ***. The company must still be operating here, and it must use the name ***, and it must be owned by me and my father.
Designer...if I have children in the future, if my child is also willing to be a jewelry designer, he or she must get a first-class designer job, even if it is not the only designer. Apart from these conditions, everything else is
We can talk." Read the book
"The store itself is not for sale, and it is not considered a real asset, but it can be used as investment capital in exchange for the 25% equity." Gaspard, the old man sitting next to him, added.
"Can I know the reason?" Weiran waved his hand to indicate that Horta did not need to rush to negotiate.
"The current turnover of this store is not even as high as renting out the house and collecting rent."
Gaspard pointed to the top of his head, "When *** was at its most glorious, this building was an asset of ***, but now only this shop and a house on the top floor are left to live in."
Having said this, Gaspard looked at Alan next to him, "Now I need a lot of money to help my son Alan lose weight. He is now so fat that he has to consider removing the door frame if he wants to go out."
"In addition to my physical reasons, if I want to run this jewelry company, I also need enough money to purchase expensive raw materials. Without gems and precious metals, jewelry made of crystal and silver will not bring much profit at all.
"
"Alan is right."
Gaspard sighed, "So selling part of ***'s shares is our only choice at the moment, for the sake of Alan's health and for the sake of this store's health."
"The name of this store..."
"I refuse to explain the origin of the name," Gaspard replied without thinking.
Alan spread his hands and said, "In fact, even I don't know why this store is called ***, even if I am his son."
"Okay, how much?" Wei Ran, who didn't want to waste time, asked the most important question.
Hearing this, Gaspard and Alan looked at each other, and when the former nodded, the fat man Alan immediately said, "Sixty thousand, sixty thousand euros, in cash."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Mr. Victor"
Horta, who had never had a chance to speak before, hurriedly spoke in French very fast before Weiran spoke, "This price is too high. The total turnover of this company in the past year is less than 60,000 yuan."
Oh, and the only thing worth their money right now is this store.
If the transaction did not include real estate, the store company would only be worth 10,000 euros at most. In fact, since only 75% of the equity can be obtained, even 10,000 euros is an exorbitant price."
"You heard me." Wei Ran spread his hands, "Mr. Gaspard, Mr. Alan, now it's your turn to play your cards."
Gaspard and his son Alan looked at each other, sighed and said, "5% is the minimum we can accept..."
"2%"
Horta offered a new price, "Mr. Gaspard, if you want to sell this store for a high price of 60,000 euros, and also want it to continue to operate under the name *** at this location, the most
I can only hold ***2% of the equity symbolically."
"The designer's position..."
"The designer's seat can be reserved for you and Mr. Alan"
Weiran hurriedly said before Horta spoke, "This company is still operating in its current location and does not need to replace your store, but accordingly, you will not be able to receive store rent. In addition, even if you and
As Alan holds the position of designer, he does not have the final decision-making power for this store, nor will he be the only designer."
Gaspard offered a new price, "This store has a history of thirty-five years, and it is worth the price."
"Before that, can you tell me what was going on with Mr. Alan's business of collecting stolen goods when I came in just now?" Wei Ran suddenly changed the content of the chat.
"I always have to make some money," Alan said nonchalantly. "Collecting stolen goods is ***'s only source of income right now."
Looking at Horta who nodded slightly, Wei Ran finally said, "Then seventy-five thousand euros plus 4% of the equity. In addition, the future supply of raw materials for this store will be handled by dedicated personnel. You only need to be responsible for design and daily operations."
It’s enough to operate it.”
"Can we still do the business of smelting precious metals and collecting stolen goods?" Alan asked unwillingly. "Of course not..." "Of course I can."
Wei Ran gave a completely different answer than lawyer Horta, and then raised his finger to the top of his head, "But you have to do it in your own room. This behavior has nothing to do with sex."
"Young man, prepare your cash," Gaspard said impatiently, "We'd better complete the transaction today."
Ruffian reminds you: Remember to collect after reading this
