“Talking about a breadmaker… Nothing I care about.”
Gavan listens in on Federov’s and Gar’s conversation
“Here’s the deal. We would be selling the breadmakers, our salespeople will be advertising them. We would buy directly from you, and supplies will be supplied by you.”
“We would buy a thousand units of your breadmakers as a test bulk. If they sell within 1 week, the deal goes through. You can also choose for us to advertise your product in other countries.”
And more about business stuff…
(i made a good character, i will try to flesh it out a bit more tonight before i go sleep even tho it is super late…)
(i will post it tomorrow morning)
Francis raises an eyebrow.
“One week? That’s not even enough time for people to recognise the products.”
He takes a sip from his strawberry juice.
“No matter how fierce you advertise a product, time and informal advertisement are crucial for early sales. A thousand in a week? For these breadmakers, which, despite their amazing features, have some similar products in the market, selling five hundreds of them in a month is already an amazing feat.”
Another sip.
“Keep in mind that this is a foreign product with no brand power. As a new player in the market, a thousand in a week will be a miracle among miracles.”
“Well, are there any features that your product has that stands out from the others?”
Laura smiles, a confident one at that.
“We have the connections to make it happen. A curator will be coming to rate your product. If he’s positive of this, 1000 in the first week will not be a problem.”
“Perfect. Your well being is important… Now, I want to talk about the powers you seem to have, tell me more about them. I am quite intrigued”
“Huh? Powers? They merely let me lift.”
His physical build isn’t too bad, but nothing too exceptional.
“Heavy. Plus is that I never get sick nowadays, allows me to enjoy sleeping better.”
“There’s always this naggy ass old man in my ear, but other than that he’s pretty cool.”
Fedorov looks confused, but managed to crack a smile and nods
“Well… I have an offer for you. I could use someone of your skills in my plans in the future. Name me your poison, I can provide what you need, all we need is your skills when we happen to need them. The work could be quite dirty, but the prize is worth it.”
“What cha offerin? I only want ample time to chill. And probably live a humble life.”
He shrugs.
“The cappucino is probably the most expensive thing I’ll ever drink. That ain’t too bad for me.”
“After our job will be done. You will get all the time you could ever want for. If this plan does not get executed however, government would be on your tail every. damn. day. I’m trying to help you stay as you, the government however, is not.”
“What’s even going on with the government. It’s a mess from what I’ve heard.”
He digs into his nostril with his ring finger. Before flicking the mucus away somewhere.
“And I thought we elected leaders who could adapt to change.”
“Of course, but the problem will arise after the amount of those “legacies” increases. There are people who legitimately like to hurt other people, and with those powers… no one could stop them.”
He lights a cigar and takes another one and hands it to Gar
“Want one, comrade?”
“Well, guess if whatever you’re proposing goes through, we won’t need to deal with such problems in the future. That means more sleep for me. Guess I’m in.”
He takes the cigar.
“Sure thing.”
They struck a relationship alright.
Smoking the cigar, he smiles like Hannibal and offers a handshake
“Partners?”
He pats Gar on the shoulder and says
“Time for us to go back inside, can’t have others be waiting for too long, haha”
He starts to walk back inside
Gar walks in. He notes Francis’ behaviour.
“That isn’t the guy I pulled from the building, is he? It can’t be right?”
“Of course, but it might be slightly crumpled. I am not one to spend the day quietly.”
He withdraws a crumpled photo from his breast pocket. It’s a picture of Francis grinning face, along with his breadmaker. The breadmaker is as large as a coffeemaker.