A pleasant ringtone broke the dorm room's oppressive silence.
He Jingping answered the phone, and after listening for only a few sentences, his expression turned strange.
He looked at Wang Chao. "Sorry, because of me, you've run into some trouble..."
After a pause, without even hanging up, he said directly, "Black Spade Q Club wants you to play in the Table Tennis First Division."
Wang Chao was a little bewildered.
"I sent today's recording to Luo Jiu."
He Jingping looked rather embarrassed. "I forgot he has a big mouth... He sent the recording to Little Fan from Black Spade Q Club, and then Little Fan came straight over. He's outside the base now, asking whether you're willing to talk with him."
Fan Xiaofan arrived quickly. Ten minutes after the call ended, he appeared at the dorm room door. He wore a full set of high-end business attire and should have looked refined, but his overly enthusiastic smile made him look like an insurance salesman.
He knocked on the half-open door, gently pushed it open, and entered. First, he respectfully bowed to He Jingping, then his gaze fell on Wang Chao, his eyes gleaming with undisguised curiosity.
With He Jingping present, Fan Xiaofan naturally did not dare put on the airs of a business elite. He took the initiative to extend his hand to Wang Chao and introduced himself with a beaming smile. "Fan Xiaofan, from Black Spade Q Club. May I ask whether student Wang Chao is interested in playing professionally?"
Before Wang Chao could speak, He Jingping had already taken control of the negotiation. "What price are you offering him?"
He Jingping was making his stance clear. He was openly backing Wang Chao, essentially saying, Don't even think about taking advantage of him.
Fan Xiaofan was a businessman,