Chapter Fifty: Endorsement Cooperation

Amidst various doubts and discussions, Lin Feng and his two companions walked out of the Thunder Martial Arts Hall.

Not far from the entrance, several gamblers, red-eyed from losing, were staring at him menacingly. Many were pointing at him and cursing, but they were rational enough not to make the first move.

These gamblers were almost all ordinary people, with very few even at the Body Cultivation Ninth Stage. Lin Feng could easily beat regular Martial Artists, so what would they gain by confronting him? They'd just be asking for a beating.

Although Lin Feng's arena matches attracted many Martial Artists who also placed bets, for Martial Artists, tens of thousands of New Dollars was nothing. It was just entertainment, and they wouldn't feel the pinch if they lost, so they wouldn't specifically seek him out for trouble.

Furthermore, Martial Artists knew that Lin Feng's talent in Martial Arts was exceptional. Even if he couldn't become a Demon Spirit Master, he wouldn't be comparable to ordinary Martial Artists.

No one would easily make an enemy for themselves.

"Brother Feng, are you coming back tomorrow?" Gao Hai asked, looking at the unfriendly crowd around them.

"Of course, I'll keep fighting until they're convinced."

Lin Feng truly didn't believe that after a month of beating one Martial Artist every day, in various styles, he wouldn't be able to secure a GG spot. At worst, he'd lower the price. As long as he could get five million, he'd be satisfied.

"I'll stir up some more buzz on the Martial Artist Forum when I get back," Yang Fan offered.

Lin Feng nodded and said, "Mhm, we'll discuss it more when we get back."

He planned to reveal his Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining on the forum. By then, the heat would likely only increase, not decrease.

"Brother Feng, are we going home?"

Gao Hai asked. It was already past four o'clock, and it would take two hours to get back to the Anbian Residential Area. They could just have dinner then.

"We..."

Just as Lin Feng was about to answer, a man in a white shirt and black trousers suddenly appeared in front of him, holding a silver phone and starting an interview.

"Student Lin Feng, why are you being so mysterious? Is it just for the GG spot?"

The male reporter asked. Seeing Lin Feng's cold expression and lack of a response, he didn't mind and continued asking, "With the college entrance examination approaching, are you creating such a stir to attract the attention of the Nine Elite Joint Schools?"

Although it was an interview, the male reporter's attitude was clearly unfriendly. He started the interview without Lin Feng's consent and asked questions that leaned in a negative direction.

"Do you really think you're qualified to be compared with Ye Qiu?"

"What's it to you?"

Gao Hai blocked Lin Feng and pushed the reporter aside.

"Don't push me. Student Lin Feng, do you really think someone will pay a large sum of money for your GG spot?"

Although blocked, the male reporter continued to question, as if he didn't care whether Lin Feng answered. He kept asking, "There are no fools in this world..."

"Ah!"

As soon as the word "fools" left his mouth, the reporter let out a sudden scream. A large, fat man appeared before him, hitting him hard on the head and yelling, "Who are you calling a fool?"

"I said the person buying the GG spot is a fool? I didn't say you." The male reporter said angrily.

Hearing this, the fat man reached out to hit him again, scaring the reporter into quickly dodging.

"I'm going to buy the GG spot, so if you're calling someone a fool, you're calling me one!" The fat man, who was Zhou Fu, said aggressively to the reporter.

At this, the male reporter, who had been about to argue, suddenly looked constipated and dared not say another word.

He really hadn't expected someone to actually buy Lin Feng's GG spot.

Although Lin Feng wasn't a huge star, he had been gaining a lot of attention recently and was considered a public figure. Public figures generally wouldn't make things difficult for reporters, let alone resort to physical violence, as that would draw widespread condemnation from all reporters. This was also why he dared to be so arrogant.

But it was clear that the middle-aged fat man in front of him, with his potbelly and boss-like demeanor, was not a public figure. Any beating he received would be in vain.

At this moment, Lin Feng and his two companions also looked curiously at the middle-aged fat man.

"Student Lin Feng, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Zhou Fu, and I'd like to invite you to be the spokesperson for my restaurant," Zhou Fu said directly.

"18 million."

Lin Feng quoted his price. Just as he thought the other party would turn and leave upon hearing the price, he saw the man frown slightly but not leave immediately.

"It's higher than my estimated price. Can we discuss it?"

It had to be said that fat people naturally had a sense of approachability. Seeing that the man wasn't joking and his attitude was quite sincere, Lin Feng naturally agreed: "Sure!"

"It's almost mealtime. Let's go to my restaurant directly and have dinner," Zhou Fu suggested.

Lin Feng shook his head: "No need for dinner. Let's chat as we walk."

If negotiations failed, having dinner together would be awkward.

"That's fine too," Zhou Fu said, unbothered.

Gao Hai and Yang Fan exchanged glances, their eyes falling behind the two of them.

"Student Lin Feng, may I ask why you haven't signed with the three major clubs?"

Zhou Fu asked as he sized Lin Feng up.

The young man was tall and slender, with handsome features, neither too thin nor too fat. His physique was as fluid as a cheetah's, and his expression, while seemingly a bit indifferent, exuded a stern aura. He was indeed attractive to girls, and his appearance was definitely suitable for a spokesperson.

Lin Feng's talent in Martial Arts was exceptional. As long as he didn't fall, he had a high probability of becoming a high-level Martial Artist in the future.

Although he wasn't sure if Lin Feng could become a Demon Spirit Master or what level of Demon Spirit he could refine, he wanted to take a gamble.

"As I said before, I just haven't found a suitable Demon Spirit," Lin Feng replied calmly, sticking to his previous explanation.

Is the Earth Ranking Demon Spirit not suitable yet?

Why are you so ambitious?

Zhou Fu muttered to himself. This reason naturally couldn't satisfy him, but he didn't voice his doubts directly.

In fact, Zhou Fu also understood that if Lin Feng really signed with the three major clubs, after signing, all of Lin Feng's endorsements and commercial activities would be handled by the club, and he wouldn't be allowed to take on private endorsements.

At that time, Zhou Fu would clearly not be qualified to approach Lin Feng for an endorsement, and he couldn't afford the high endorsement fee either.

He was gambling now, gambling on Lin Feng's future.

"18 million is acceptable, but it's for a lifetime endorsement," Zhou Fu had no intention of haggling, but he did offer another condition.

Since he was gambling on Lin Feng's future, as a businessman, he naturally wanted to maximize his profits.

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat. He suppressed his excitement and, after a moment of silence, said, "Okay."

Lin Feng knew Zhou Fu's intentions.

Currently, his value naturally couldn't command such a high endorsement fee.

However, in three years, when he made a name for himself in the National Collegiate League, his endorsement fee would be tens of millions at least, and that would be per year. One could imagine a lifetime endorsement would amount to at least one or two billion New Dollars.

It could be said that Zhou Fu was making a killing!

18 million in exchange for a return of several billion.

But since Zhou Fu had the guts to gamble, Lin Feng, who was short of money, naturally wouldn't refuse.

For him, this money was a lifesaver.

The sooner he got it, the sooner he could refine the Nightmare.

Once the Nightmare was refined, would money still be a problem?

For him, there was no loss, it was just an endorsement.

"Since that's the case, take a look at the contract. If there are no issues, sign it."

Seeing Lin Feng agree, Zhou Fu also felt a slight sense of relief.

Next, he took out the contract he had prepared. The contract was in duplicate. Zhou Fu first filled in "18 million" in the blank space of the amount column, signed his name, and then handed it to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng flipped through it and learned that Zhou Fu's restaurant was called Huating Grand Hotel. The name sounded quite classy, and it had four branches in Jiang City.

Besides requiring a lifetime endorsement, the contract also stipulated that Lin Feng had to shoot two commercials for Huating per year and cooperate with three events per year. It also required him not to sign with other hotels.

The rest were minor details, and there were no issues. Lin Feng signed his name and took one copy of the contract.

"Give me your bank card!" Since the contract was signed, Zhou Fu was very straightforward.

Lin Feng gave his bank card number. Not long after, a "ding" sound came from his phone.

Lin Feng took out his phone and looked: Your BOC card ending in 745... balance is 18,122,540.00.

18 million was the endorsement fee, and the more than 120,000 was the winnings from the past two days.

"You received it?"

Zhou Fu asked, observing Lin Feng's reaction.

If at the very beginning, he still felt some unease, after all, 18 million was not a small sum for him. If the gamble failed, the hotel wouldn't go bankrupt, but it would still be a significant blow.

However, his unease gradually subsided at this moment.

Because in his observation, Lin Feng had been calm throughout.

It was hard to imagine that a high school student from a not-so-wealthy family could remain so composed when faced with a sum of 18 million.

Actually, Zhou Fu didn't know that Lin Feng wasn't as calm as he appeared. After all, for him, this was life-saving money.

Gathering 18 million in two months would have put a lot of pressure on him.

Just as he was preparing to lower the endorsement fee, Zhou Fu appeared unexpectedly and directly offered 18 million. How could he not be excited?

"Received."

Lin Feng nodded, then said to Zhou Fu, "Don't worry, you won't regret it!"

"Haha, I have confidence in you," Zhou Fu said with a smile.

"Since we're cooperating, why don't we celebrate? At Huating!" Zhou Fu suggested.

Since they had already cooperated, and facing Zhou Fu's repeated invitations, refusing again would be impolite. So Lin Feng called Gao Hai to join them.

"Brother Feng?"

Gao Hai's eyes were filled with surprise. In his opinion, if they were going out to eat, it meant the cooperation was successful.

"It's done."

Lin Feng gave Gao Hai a confident look.

After calling his family to say he wouldn't be back for dinner, Lin Feng, led by Zhou Fu, went to the hotel for his first endorsement.

An hour later, the three of them, full and satisfied, walked out of Huating Hotel.

It was almost nine o'clock. At this hour, many people in the Anbian Residential Area were preparing to sleep, but outside Huating, the lights were bright, and people were coming and going. Real nightlife was just beginning.

"Brother Feng, you're endorsing this place. Will we have to pay when we come here from now on?"

Standing at the entrance of the Huating Grand Hotel, Gao Hai asked with a smile, his belly bulging.

"Heh, we still have to pay, but we won't be short on money anymore," Lin Feng said, patting Gao Hai's stomach with a laugh.

The Huating Grand Hotel was somewhat similar to Juewei, but it was the kind of restaurant that didn't quite meet five-star standards, yet served excellent food.

Zhou Fu was also very enthusiastic and generous. Although there were only four of them, he ordered more than ten dishes.

"Do we have any other arrangements, or are we heading back?" Chen Fan asked.

"Yeah, let's go home!"

At this hour, if they didn't head back, his family would start to worry. Moreover, Lin Feng was eager to share this news with his family.