I entered the factory gates only to be stopped by a stern security guard. I told him I wanted to meet with Fred.

The security guard scrutinized me and said, "Mr. Fred isn't here. He's currently on a business trip."

"Could you tell me where he went?" I asked anxiously because my time in the city was limited.

“I wouldn’t know,” he said with a sour attitude.

"Could you at least give me his phone number? I’ve come from out of town and just need to call him.”

After what happened four years ago, I didn’t keep Fred’s contact information.

"I don't have it," he replied curtly. "What do you want with him?"

"I'm here to discuss a business partnership!"

"You can talk to the marketing department for that. Do you really need to meet the boss? We get many people like you who just waste our time. Just get out of here!"

It was unbelievable that such a large factory would hire someone so rude. The rain was getting heavier, and I started shivering.

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