Bab 15: Chapter 13 - Deal
- "Will you order anything?" - the waiter asked the couple sitting at the table.
- "Be kind enough to bring me roast beef and a bottle of whiskey, please." - said the guy with glasses, not looking at the waiter. All the while he was looking at the boy in front of him. (Roast beef is a dish of English cuisine, which is a large piece of beef meat baked in an oven.)
- "A glass of water." Victor said, looking at the menu.
At the moment, this couple was sitting at a table in one of the restaurants. At this moment, many visitors were sitting, here and there were audible sounds of exclamations from the delicious food served. A pleasant melody sounded in the background, relaxing the atmosphere.
- " I will be right back with your order." the waiter said and quickly walked away.
When he left, the young man with glasses immediately changed his expression to a more serious one. There was impatience in his gaze from the fact that his interlocutor had never spoken to him during this time.
- "Listen, Victor, I talked.." - he wanted to start, but he was interrupted.
Victor, who had been silent up to this point, looked at Marcus, who started a dialogue and interrupted: "Did I tell you not to involve me and my family in this case?"
After Victor's words, the situation suddenly became colder. The indifference with which the boy spoke was difficult to understand what exactly he was thinking.
- "The last time I talked to my father about you, he immediately said that he would not interfere in this matter and that I would take full responsibility for this business." - said Marcus, but he was interrupted again.
"Then why the hell did I forget his letter in my mailbox?" Victor asked, taking a crumpled envelope out of his pocket and throwing it on the table right in front of the bespectacled man.
Seeing the paper on the table, the guy with glasses picked it up and read every line, when he read the last sentence, he took off his glasses rubbing his face with his palm, then took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, leaving a trail of smoke near him.
Leaning back in his chair, Victor looked around at Marcus as if thinking about something and then spoke again: "While I'm showing a patent for my inventions, I think you won't doubt that I won't be able to find another investor who wants to work with me."
- "Who will not interfere with me in the affairs of his company. "
- "Perhaps even the percentage of revenue will be much more than what you offered."
At the moment, the couple was discussing the production of watches and lighters. Having made several copies, Victor was looking for someone who could take over the investment and production for a very long time.
For rich people, meeting a boy who pokes at some piece of paper and asks you to become his sponsor seemed super-stupid.
Until at some point he met this rich kid.
At that time, he was hanging out with his so-called friends, who were clearly using him for his dad's money. Although this could be found quite often, but this case was good luck for him.
But only his luck at some point turned into an ass for him. That a few days later, as soon as they agreed on the transaction, a letter with the redemption of his patent passed into his urn, which did not make Victor very happy.
Now that they had met again, it was necessary to throw all their cards into the mix with lies. Maybe now everything can take its course, but Victor decided to play for luck.
"I never thought that this phrase would be true - Russians don't know how to listen without interrupting." - Marcus spoke looking at the ceiling.
- "Good! I'll talk to my dad again. " - said Marcus, taking a drag, he looked at Victor again: - "You know that this is my first case and my father is closely watching my movements."
- "Okay, then the deal is over." - said the boy and was about to get up when he was grabbed by the arm.
"Okay, okay, okay.. Just don't leave," Marcus said, clearly not wanting to end the conversation on such a note.
At that moment, there was only one thing in his mind. Get Victor to sign the papers. As for his father, he must seriously discuss this matter with him, otherwise he is unlikely to get such a chance as now.
He is not so lucky that someone on the street would come up and make an offer like a boy in front of him, provided that it would be profitable and he would not have to listen to his father's lectures that he grew up an incompetent son.
When Marcus noticed that Victor was paying attention to him, he immediately grabbed some papers from his bag and put them on the table.
Seeing this situation, Victor went to the table and looked through the sheets. When he spent every written word, he looked at the guy in front of him and said: - "50%, no less"
- "This is too much, no one will agree to such conditions!" Marcus exclaimed
- "Then 60%" - said Victor, which caused him to choke on smoke.
- "Okay, 50% so 50%" - said Marcus, trying to change something in the text of the contract, but he was abruptly grabbed by the arm.
- "If you talked less and did more, maybe I would agree, but now I will accept only 60% of the proceeds." - said Victor, clearly making it clear that if he did not agree, he would immediately leave.
- "Okay!" - said Marcus and quickly began to correct something in the contract, hoping that the little madman would not add a few more requirements.
- "God..Are all Russian children as crazy as you?" Marcus asked, glancing at Victor, who was drinking the water that the waiter had just brought:
As soon as the couple signed the documents, Victor reached into his pocket and took out 2 small cubes. Stroking them in his hands, he looked at his interlocutor, and then asked: "Can we play a game?"
- "What game? Do I really have the mood to play after you took a piece of profit?" asked Marcus in a dissatisfied tone, but still agreed.
When Victor started explaining the rules, the guy with glasses clearly did not understand the meaning of this game. It wasn't even a game, but just a test of your luck. After thinking for a while, he said, "I think two 6 will fall out."
After these words, Victor threw the dice on the table. They spun for a while until they finally stopped, and at that time a bright smile appeared on the face of a 12-year-old boy, as if he had won a super prize. When he raised his head and looked at Marcus with a cold smile, he said, "You've lost."
PERTIMBANGAN PENCIPTA 
Jasmer
Jasmer I'm afraid that my book may turn into an information dump. Therefore, in future chapters I will write more dialogues. Also! I am saddened by the activity over my last chapter, even the stones of power managed to get greedy. I'm going to drink vodka to lift my mood.
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