Should she not have laid it all out so directly? Compared to a King Energy Potion, what did public opinion even matter... Qiao Sang vaguely regretted it.
Just as she was about to call back, her phone vibrated, and the previous number called again.
Qiao Sang quickly answered.
"Qing Qing."
Before she could speak, the pet beast on the other end cried out.
It was all a misunderstanding. It hadn't reported that news article.
Qiao Sang: "..."
If it hadn't been you, why had you hung up earlier?
Qiao Sang stopped dwelling on the matter and asked instead:
"What kind of deal do you want to make with me?"
"Qing Qing?"
The pet beast on the other end answered with a question instead.
Are you a student of the Imperial Class?
"Yes," Qiao Sang replied.
"When you participate in the Interstellar Cup qualifiers in the future, I want you to arrange a spot for me to conduct an on-site interview," said the pet beast on the other end.
Qiao Sang paused, then asked with amusement:
"What if I can't participate in the Interstellar Cup qualifiers in the future?"
The reporters allowed into the Interstellar Cup had all passed through layer after layer of selection. They generally came from top interstellar media outlets, or media from participating countries and the host nation.
If a Pet Tamer was selected for the Interstellar Cup, the reporter they recommended would naturally be accepted by their country.
If one bottle of King Energy Potion could really be exchanged for the chance to report on the Interstellar Cup, no matter how she thought about it, it was not a losing deal.
"Qing Qing."
The pet beast on the other end cried out without a moment's hesitation.
Impossible. You're younger than Franklin and so much stronger. There's