A red convertible passed by, with a woman wearing sunglasses sitting on it. She glanced at the side of the van, which was marked: Victor Slaughterhouse!
"Hey, do you sell pork?" she shouted.
The driver, who had opened half the window, was startled, then smiled, "Of course, the slaughterhouse has everything. What do you need it for?"
"To feed the dogs. I have a dog field."
"Okay, miss. This is our business card. Contact us then, and we'll give you the lowest price!" The driver smiled and handed over a business card from the panel.
The other person nodded, saw the light turn green, and drove off, leaving a tail.
"Mr. Mauricio Valles, we've found you a good place," the driver turned his head and said with a smile, "To be minced and fed to the dogs."
Who knows if the other party heard it.
The dogs would get an extra meal.
...
Three Powers Square, the government center of Brazil.
Fernando Collor de Mello was now having a headache, he's recently been impeached.
