"What is it? Go ahead," Lu Yang said.
Bi Yaso breathed a sigh of relief and said, "President Lu Yang, I would like to obtain the Iron Blood Brotherhood's front-of-shirt advertising contract."
Lu Yang chuckled. "The official side hasn't formally introduced a proper contract for that yet, so I can't easily agree to it. Besides, my price is quite expensive."
Hearing Lu Yang say this, Bi Yaso let out a long breath of relief and said with a smile, "I'm inside the Second World international headquarters building. The official side won't be a problem. I'd like to ask about the price. How about ten million US dollars a year in sponsorship fees?"
Lu Yang frowned. "If you have no sincerity in negotiating, then there's no need to make this call. I don't have time to waste with you."
Bi Yaso had wanted to test Lu Yang, but Lu Yang gave him no opportunity at all. Somewhat dejected, he said, "All right, please give me an ideal price. If it is within a reasonable range, we are willing to accept it."
Lu Yang said, "There are two contracts. The first is six hundred million pounds for three years. The second is eight hundred million pounds for five years."
This was the contract price signed between the first super guild and its sponsor in his previous life. He had not asked for more, afraid of scaring the other side away.
Bi Yaso stared in shock. This price far exceeded his own estimated range. It was practically bleeding them dry.
"Too expensive. This price is far too expensive. I can't accept it," Bi Yaso said repeatedly.
Lu Yang said, "Whatever. Then I'll pretend you never made this call. I have other calls to take, so I'll—"
Seeing Lu Yang about to hang up,