And again, like 2 years ago, after Zdzisław's first visit to his store, Leszek was reasoning about what Mr Arthur might be after. And again, any hope returned to him. The hope that has left him almost completely so recently. However, it was not the kind of invigorating energy that Zdzisław poured into him, but something much smaller, but besides stimulating Leszek to a more positive, than recently, looking at the planet around him. Or possibly this mystery black client wants to offer him a partnership, or possibly he has any another occupation for him, or possibly something completely new, unknown? A couple of days, Leszek thought about these questions and thought about what to do if specified proposals were to come up.
Then yet came Sunday and then Sunday afternoon and a beautiful, clean, shiny up to the exaggeration, the black Jaguar drove up to the store parking lot, where Leszek had long waited impatiently for his guest. The gentlemen officially greeted him and Leszek got into this wonderful car, and after 5 minutes they drove up to a charming pre-war villa surrounded by an old, very well-maintained garden. Mr. Arthur stopped the car in the driveway, in front of the entrance to the home and said, "Come inside." After crossing the large two-winged, of course black, door, Leszek entered the hall and the first thing he noticed was a level arranged with black and white tiles, and then, as if discreetly looking around, he turned his attention to black and white walls decorated with a pair of dark landscapes framed into black frames. From the hall they went right to a large surviving area with the same level and the same walls as in the erstwhile room. On the walls there were large, conspicuous graphics with views of pre-war Warsaw, and they were surrounded by thin black frames with tiny golden frames. In the surviving area in its central place there was a large black table with 12 black chairs, while in the depth there were 2 black leather couches, 1 two-man and the another three-man, while next to a beautiful black stone fireplace there were 2 large black club chairs, between which he stood on 4 first bent legs, a tiny black table from the lake. Mr. Arthur invited Leszek to sit in 1 of these seats and ask if you would like a drink of coffee or tea or any wine or whisky, cognac or vodka? Leszek replied -wine is the most I like to drink to meals, and I'm already having a good dinner, cognac I like to coffee, but for me it's besides late for coffee, I don't like whisky so I'll ask clean, preferably if you can have any juice.
After a while on a black tray with the same lacy as the mentioned table, the host brought 2 crystal glasses and a frozen bottle of Smirnoff Black, and in a caraf, a blackcurrant juice and he said - pour yourself according to your liking. Leszek poured vodka up to a 3rd of the glass and supplemented it with full chilled juice. The host did the same, then sat down, raised the glass and said, let us drink to our gathering and for what may come of it. The gentlemen knocked each another with glasses and drank them after a large sip, then Mr Arthur said - most likely amazed or at least amazed you were gathering us, huh, Mr Leszek? It's true. I'm very surprised. Therefore, first of all, before I get to the point, which is why I invited you, let me tell you a small bit about myself, because, in my opinion, it is essential to present my proposal to you. If I had done otherwise, my proposal might seem ridiculous to you or possibly even ridiculous.
As I mentioned earlier, I spent most of my adult life outside the borders of our beautiful country. Shortly after graduating from the Faculty of Construction of Warsaw University of Technology, I left for Sweden, where my father had been staying for respective years and he convinced me to leave. With large conviction, he assured me that this would be more beneficial to me than even taking the best occupation in the country. It coincided with the end of martial law, and as you know at the time. With large difficulty and thanks to many treatments of friends and family, after six months of starting an effort to leave, I obtained a passport and visa and went to Sweden. There I initially worked on a construction site, first as a worker, and after a year, erstwhile I mastered the language rather well, I became specified a construction material officer, and later a foreman overseeing the work of respective workers. I made good money, and looking at the salaries of my colleagues with whom I sometimes spoke on the phone, and a fewer even visited me during my holidays in Sweden were my drafts and this as a construction individual was respective twelve times bigger than the good Polish salaries of my colleagues. Like I said, I was doing well, and I started saving up a lot. But as time passed, I didn't like what I was doing. I didn't have any satisfaction or satisfaction, and I never saw myself in a place like this again. I was looking for another job, but I didn't have citizenship yet, and I could only dream of getting a good job. And here, as in life, I was helped by an accident. Well, working as a construction official, I met my boss' brother, who was much younger than him and was my peer. As did I, he, mostly at the request of his family, learned to build. After the next year, we knew each another well. A bond of shared discontent developed between us, and we began to make other, sometimes very bold plans. We already knew that these constructions were not our place in life. That brother of mine, my raw, mandatory and disliking boss, whose household wanted to settle down and tame it was so light-spirited and roundabout. alternatively of studying and learning the construction profession like his father and brother, he traveled across different countries trying various activities and interests.
However, his business was not very good for him, and erstwhile his household stopped financing him, reasoning that it was time for him to start making his own money, he had to go back to Sweden and so started working for his brother's company. But after a fewer months, it was apparent that it wasn't his job. erstwhile we got to know each other, with large enthusiasm and conviction he began to talk about the creation of a company in India. The company was to bring Indian jewelry products, noble and semi-precious stones and another akin products to Sweden. This boss' brother I've been telling so much about, his name was Olaf Karlson, and then to make it easier, I'm gonna talk about him. Brother Olaf, and my employer Thomas Karlson was a wealthy man, and the parents of both brothers were besides very wealthy people. At first, they did not even want to hear about this exotic trade, for which they would gotta put money first. After nearly a year of convincing and emotional insistence, Brother Olaf and his parents yet agreed to his idea. Seeing the ineffectiveness of their attempts to make Olaf a construction entrepreneur decided to invest in this Indian business. For starters, it wasn't expected to be a large amount for them. Olaf was expected to go to India for at least a year, see where and how and then return to Sweden with a concrete plan and concrete proposals. Olaf had already spent respective months in India erstwhile in 1 of his erstwhile travels, met any country and people, made any connections and was certain that these experiences would aid him succeed. He was very convinced of it, and even a small infected with this optimism, faith, and conviction of his parents, but the brother was completely distrustful and constantly warned him about the way he said it, the brawling and risky life. On the another hand, Olaf consistently claimed that this was a large business.
But, Mr. Leszek, if you don't head my addressing you like that, I'm telling you in specified detail, and possibly you're not interested, are you? No, on the contrary, what you are saying is very interesting to me, delight tell me as long and as in item as you think it is very interesting to me," said Leszek.
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