S-Class Contract?

Manager Zhou wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and guessed:

"General Manager Fu, Li Qingshan mentioned before that he had no plans to sign with a company. Maybe he truly doesn't intend to sign?"

"How could that be?" Fu Wen rejected the idea without a second thought.

"Without enough resources to support the path of martial arts, there's no way to keep walking it. Especially for someone of Li Qingshan's background."

"Unless he's an idiot, or..."

Fu Wen's expression gradually darkened, his fingers beginning to tap against the tabletop.

"Someone snatched Yinghai's prize from under our noses!"

"General Manager Fu, that's impossible." Manager Zhou looked tense and hurriedly said,

"I followed your instructions and blurred last night's news as much as possible. Other than the earliest batch of local companies that received the news, it couldn't possibly have spread far."

"Those small local companies don't even understand contract grades. They couldn't possibly offer better terms than us."

"Don't rush to explain. I'm not planning to make you give up your seat just yet."

Fu Wen gave a derisive laugh and slightly raised his eyelids.

"Whether someone stole our prize, wouldn't testing it tell us?"

Manager Zhou had just breathed a sigh of relief when he froze at those words.

"How do we test it?"

Fu Wen swept out a hand and declared decisively,

"Send the C-Class Contract directly to Li Qingshan. Even if someone did steal him away, they couldn't possibly offer more than a C-Class Contract!"

Manager Zhou immediately lowered his head and complied. After sending the contract, he flattered him,

"General Manager Fu is wise. A C-Class Contract will definitely make Li Qingshan change his mind. Once he comes to Yinghai, and we offer to raise it another level to a B-Class Contract..."

"B-Class?" Fu Wen cut him off with a sneer, shooting Manager Zhou a glance.

"Who said I was giving him a B-Class Contract?"

"Th-this... according to the previous plan..." Manager Zhou stammered.

He had originally thought Fu Wen would still follow the old plan. Even if the contract was raised by one level, the deal would remain worthwhile.

But clearly, he had guessed wrong.

"If I sign Li Qingshan with a B-Class Contract, what difference would there be between me and those mediocre fools outside?"

"Signing someone requires not only sincerity, but also momentum!"

Fu Wen slammed a hand onto the desk and stared at Manager Zhou.

"Contact Li Qingshan immediately. I'll speak to him personally!"

"O-okay... okay..."

Manager Zhou did not dare delay. He hurriedly found Li Qingshan in the contact list and placed the call.

The Light Screen unfolded, and Li Qingshan's figure appeared on the display.

"Manager Zhou, there's no need to discuss the contract anymore. I truly have no intention of signing."

Li Qingshan's brows were slightly furrowed, and there was a trace of impatience in his voice.

After all, this was already the third time he had rejected Yinghai.

As he spoke, Li Qingshan walked to the wall and picked up the longsword he had flung away earlier.

The longsword returned to its sheath.

Manager Zhou looked embarrassed and could only give a dry laugh.

"Qingshan, don't be hasty. We didn't consider things thoroughly enough with the previous contract. I've sent you a new C-Class Contract. The various benefits in it have more than doubled."

Li Qingshan's frown deepened as he was about to refuse again.

On the other side of the screen, the Bald Middle-Aged Man's face was shoved aside.

A long-haired young man appeared in the upper half of the screen. Because of the angle, he looked as though he were looking down from on high.

"You're Li Qingshan, right? I'm Fu Wen, general manager of Yinghai. Not just anyone can sign a C-Class Contract, especially one from me, Fu Wen. Getting this contract from my hands isn't some easy matter..."

Fu Wen's gaze was arrogant and condescending, his every word carrying the air of alms bestowed.

"Nutcase!"

With those three words thrown out, Li Qingshan vanished from the screen and the call ended.

Fu Wen's confident expression froze on his face, and for a long time, he could not react.

Sweat beaded on Manager Zhou's forehead as he softly prompted him.

"General Manager Fu?"

"How dare he! How dare he!"

Fu Wen suddenly came back to himself and slammed his palm against the desk with loud bangs.

Manager Zhou shuddered in fright and retreated again and again.

The solid wood office desk could no longer bear the strain and snapped in half down the middle.

Fu Wen took a deep breath and finally suppressed the fury in his heart.

"No, that's not right. Li Qingshan is only a poor student. Where did he get the nerve to be so arrogant?"

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Fu Wen abruptly raised his head and stared at Manager Zhou, who had retreated into the corner.

"Get over here! Pull up the video of that call just now!"

Li Qingshan definitely had other trump cards, and Fu Wen had to find them.

"Coming, coming!"

Manager Zhou trotted over and quickly pulled up the recording of the previous call.

The Light Screen lit up, and Li Qingshan's figure appeared once more.

"Manager Zhou..."

Fu Wen observed Li Qingshan's expression carefully, his brows slowly knitting together.

There was one thing he had to admit: he had indeed guessed wrong earlier. Judging from Li Qingshan's expression, he had not left the slightest room for compromise. It truly seemed as though he had no intention of signing.

"Where did Li Qingshan get the confidence to act like this?"

Just as Fu Wen was deep in thought,

A flash of blade light, and the longsword returned to its sheath.

Fu Wen suddenly jolted, his eyes widening sharply.

"Stop!"

Manager Zhou jumped in fright and hurriedly hit pause.

"General Manager Fu, what is it? Is there something special about that blade?"

Fu Wen paid Manager Zhou no attention at all. His face nearly pressed against the screen, his gaze locked tightly onto the black longsword.

"Is that really a Thunder Pattern Blade? How could Li Qingshan have a Thunder Pattern Blade?"

Fu Wen muttered to himself, looking utterly lost.

Manager Zhou was made intensely curious by his reaction and could not help asking again,

"General Manager Fu, is that blade very expensive?"

"Expensive? It's far more than merely expensive!"

Fu Wen came back to his senses, disbelief still in his eyes.

"The Thunder Pattern Blade is priceless and unavailable on the market. Even if you brought out a hundred million Star Coins, you couldn't buy one!"

"Ah!" Manager Zhou stood dumbfounded, his mind reeling.

In barely a month, the poor student who had once needed to work part-time at Yinghai to make ends meet was now wielding a combat blade worth a hundred million Star Coins?

This world was far too fantastical!

"General Manager Fu, do you think a major conglomerate may have already made a move and signed Li Qingshan?"

Manager Zhou came back to himself and voiced the only possibility he could think of.

"A major conglomerate?"

Fu Wen repeated those three words again and again.

The reason in his mind agreed with the notion. After all, the Thunder Pattern Blade was not something Luoying's common folk could obtain.

Yet instinctively, deep down, he was unwilling to admit it.

When the Thunder Pattern Blade was involved, an A-Class Contract would not be enough. The very least Li Qingshan could have signed was an S-Class Contract.

An S-Class Contract was not something just anyone could offer.

Even his father, Yinghai's regional head for all of Wuyi Province, could only submit an application and wait for headquarters to send someone to assess the candidate.

More importantly, being the subject of an S-Class Contract was itself a symbol of status.

Those with S-Class Contracts were destined to soar into the sky. No one was willing to rashly offend them.

Just moments ago, he had still been a minor character Fu Wen could knead and squeeze as he pleased. Now, in the blink of an eye, he had transformed into an important figure whom even Fu Wen's father would have to treat with courtesy in person?

At that thought, Fu Wen's heart was filled with a hundred flavors.

"General Manager Fu, General Manager Fu? What should we do now?"

Fu Wen came back to himself in a daze and waved a hand.

"Contact Li Qingshan again!"

"Ah?" Manager Zhou's lips trembled, and he was reluctant to move.

Though he had not seen much of the world, he was no fool.

Li Qingshan's identity was clearly no longer ordinary. How could he dare offend him to the bitter end again?

"Don't worry!"

Fu Wen saw what Manager Zhou was thinking. He took a deep breath and suppressed the many emotions in his heart.

"This time, we'll apologize to him. My attitude earlier was indeed somewhat rash."

"Apologize?" Manager Zhou was stunned.

For the three days since taking office, Fu Wen had always stood high above everyone else, ordering people about with imperious gestures. Now he was actually taking the initiative to lower his head?

Still, this was a good thing after all. Manager Zhou quickly dialed Li Qingshan's number.

Two pairs of eyes stared intently at the Communicator.

After a short burst of beeps, the screen went dark.

They had been blocked...

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