Many professionals who saw this were anxious on Wang Liang's behalf. If he kept this up, he was going to ruin the account.
Wang Liang's agent was practically going crazy.
He immediately called Wang Liang's father. "Uncle Wang, Wang Liang's going to ruin the account if he keeps this up! I put up with him not selling products, and I put up with him not making short videos or doing ads, but I can't just stand by and watch him ruin the account!"
"This account was a cash cow. If he keeps running it like this, it won't just stop being a cash cow—it'll be worth less than a rotten log."
Before the agent could finish, Uncle Wang's furious voice came through the phone. "Who are you calling a rotten log?!"
The agent hurriedly said, "Uncle Wang, don't get angry. I wasn't talking about Wang Liang. I meant that if he keeps running the account this way, he'll ruin it sooner or later. Does your family have some kind of grudge against money? You're leaving several million on the table and sending him off to school instead?"
Uncle Wang replied, "How much money can you make in a lifetime? What we've earned is enough for Wang Liang to buy a house and get married someday. Since he likes playing basketball, let him play. He's sixteen now and has his own ideas. He can do whatever he wants."
The agent was taken aback. After a moment, he said, "All right, then. That makes things easier for me. We signed a one-year contract, and it's only been a month. I won't have to do anything for the rest of it. But according to the contract, you still have to pay my base salary even if I do nothing for these eleven months: