Rebirth 1989: My Unlucky Career

He never expected that Zhao Zhuo could tell the accurate number of people in one go.

"How do you know there are less than a thousand people now!"

Kirill blurted out subconsciously, and when he realized that he had said the wrong thing, it was already too late.

Zhao Zhuo stared at Kirill and said calmly:

"Why, did you let it slip?"

After a pause, Zhao Zhuo smiled:

"Hmph, I thought that if you added a few or even dozens more people, this matter would be fine. After all, your factory is not easy.

However, now you have lied about the number of people by more than twice, aren’t you treating me as a fool?!”

Until now, Kirill was still a little unbelievable and asked subconsciously:

"How do you know the exact number of people present?"

Zhao Zhuo saw that he would not give up until he reached the Yellow River, so he coldly took out a piece of paper from his bag and threw it to Kirill.

"This is the latest data from your Soviet statistics department. After many layoffs at the Dala Automobile Plant, there are now a total of 965 people left."

Kirill picked up the paper in front of him and looked at it, and suddenly gave up completely.

It turned out that after Zhao Zhuo came up with this plan, he immediately contacted Yalikov and spent money to find out the latest data from the statistics department, just to have an idea in advance.

Sure enough, Kirill messed with the data and more than doubled the number of people. How could this make Zhao Zhuo feel angry?

At this time, Kirill knew that the incident had been revealed, and he immediately felt extremely regretful.

"Zhao, it was my fault for lying about the data. I sincerely apologize to you! I will correct the data right away!

However, we have to do this business!"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo glanced at Kirill lightly:

"Director Kirill, how can I dare to do this business with you based on your behavior?

The content of the cooperation I originally proposed was because I saw that your Dala Automobile Factory was already in dire straits, and I couldn't bear it, so I decided to take action. Even if it means losing money, I still want to give you a hand.

But I never thought that you could do such a thing."

As he spoke, Zhao Zhuo glanced at Li Jianjun:

"Pack your things, let's go back to China right now."

With that said, Zhao Zhuo prepared to walk outside.

Seeing this, Kirill knew that Zhao Zhuo had made up his mind and quickly stopped Zhao Zhuo:

"No, no, no, no, we have something to talk about."

Zhao Zhuo glanced at Kirill coldly:

"Is there anything else you can say?"

Kirill was speechless for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, Kirill had an idea:

"Zhao Zhuo, please wait a moment and take a look at the remedies I mentioned!"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo stopped and looked at Kirill quietly.

Kirill weighed the pros and cons in his mind, and finally gritted his teeth and said with a heartbeat:

"I will give you twenty more heavy-duty trucks! A total of seventy trucks as my compensation for you!"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhuo said nothing and sat back again.

Kirill thought Zhao Zhuo had agreed, and a big stone fell to his heart.

After all, if Zhao Zhuo really left like this, the entire Dara Automobile Factory would lose this long-term meal ticket, and Kirill would have to be torn to pieces by those angry workers.

Unexpectedly, before Kirill could completely relax, Zhao Zhuo spoke:

"One hundred vehicles."

"Ah, what?"

Kirill didn't react for a moment.

Zhao Zhuo repeated again:

"Seventy trucks won't do, but a hundred heavy-duty trucks, I'll just pretend this never happened."

Hearing this, Kirill almost jumped up:

"How is this possible! It has doubled. This is too much! Impossible!"

Seeing Kirill's refusal, Zhao Zhuo didn't say anything, stood up again and started to walk out.

This time, Kirill stood where heaven and man were fighting, but did not stop Zhao Zhuo.

Li Jianjun glanced at Kirill and winked at Zhao Zhuo, meaning "Should we lower it a little more? What if he just doesn't agree?!"

Zhao Zhuo, however, signaled Li Jianjun to relax with his eyes, and he showed no intention of stopping or even slowing down.

Seeing this, Li Jianjun had no choice but to follow Zhao Zhuo.

The distance from the chair to the door is only a dozen meters. Normally, it would be covered in the blink of an eye.

However, in Li Jianjun's eyes at this time, these ten meters were extremely long.

As he followed Zhao Zhuo's footsteps and walked out, he raised his ears and listened carefully to Kirill's movements, his whole body's nerves were highly tense.

And just when Zhao Zhuo and Li Jianjun walked to the door and were about to take a step out, Kirill finally couldn't wait any longer:

"Wait a mininute!"

Kirill quickly stepped forward and stopped Zhao Zhuo again:

"One hundred vehicles is really too many. How about this? Let's each take a step back. How about eighty-five vehicles?"

Zhao Zhuo glanced at Kirill indifferently, until Kirill felt a little nervous, and then said slowly:

"The hundred vehicles I mentioned are not to bargain with you, but to inform you of such a number.

If you agree, the business can still be done; if you don't agree, the matter will be ruined.

Now it seems to me that only a hundred heavy-duty trucks can make up for your mistake, it's that simple."

Zhao Zhuo's attitude was extremely tough and there was no room for negotiation at all.

After a pause, Zhao Zhuo pretended to be casual and said:

"Director Kirill, I have an account I hope you can figure out:

After you finish this business with me, your task as the factory director has been completed. You have the final say on how many cars are left in the Dala Automobile Factory.

But if you fail to make this deal, and you sell all the remaining cars at a high price, there is no way to ensure that the people in the factory can always have food to eat.

Which is more serious or less important? You can decide for yourself."

Zhao Zhuo's words awakened the dreamer!

Kirill suddenly realized that if this business is completed and all the workers in the factory have food and clothing, then no matter how much the remaining cars are sold, they will all go into his own pocket.

But as Zhao Zhuo said, without this business, Kirill would still have to work hard to sell the car. More importantly, he would never see the money back. The money from selling the car would have to be used to solve the problem of the entire factory.

The most important thing is that the car will always be sold out, and then Kirill, the factory director, will continue to have a headache.

Comparing the two, Kirill gritted his teeth:

"Okay, one hundred cars is one hundred cars, I agree!"

Zhao Zhuo nodded and sighed helplessly:

"Mr. Kirill, why did you do it in the first place if you had known today?"

Kirill could only nod with a wry smile at this time, feeling extremely regretful in his heart.

If he didn't fake it, he could earn fifty more cars.

It's great now. There are less than thirty cars left in the entire Dala Automobile Factory. Although it's a lot, it's nothing compared to eighty cars.

However, there is no regret pill in the world, so Kirill could only sign the contract with tears in his eyes.