Cheng Che was surprised.
He was genuinely surprised.
He stood under the streetlight downstairs in the dormitory building, clutching his phone, listening to Qin Lie's voice through the receiver, but didn't reply.
The streetlights cast a long shadow over him, and the leaves of a sycamore tree next to him rustled in the wind.
Since he got involved in tennis, he has done his homework on all aspects of the sport, including brands.
Wilson is a century-old United States of America sports products company, a manufacturer of high-performance sports equipment, apparel, footwear and accessories.
The spokespeople they choose are all outstanding individuals in the industry, possessing both excellent skills and a strong reputation.
For example, one of the tennis brand ambassadors is Federer.
That's Federer, the legendary figure in the tennis world, who presented him with the award in Hang City not long ago.
He also knew about the Blade V10.
Wilson's newly released tennis racket is touted as "the most aggressive Blade in history."
This racket is designed for power players and has generated a great deal of buzz in the professional gaming community since its release.
But why would they choose him to be their spokesperson?
He only won a tennis Champion at the National Youth Games.
They don't even have ATP points, and their world ranking is zero.
Every single one of Wilson's spokespeople is a Grand Slam-level player.
He frowned, tightened his grip on his phone, and asked the question that had been troubling him.
" Old Qin, why are they looking for me?"
Qin Lie chuckled on the other end of the phone.
Cheng Che could hear the sound of papers turning over on his end, probably from looking at some documents again.
"I was excited at the time, but also confused. But after asking around, I found out," Qin Lie paused, his tone carrying a hint of smug satisfaction, "Because you have a lot of traffic."
Cheng Che was taken aback.
That's it?
"You don't understand business." Qin Lie's tone became confident, as if lecturing a student. "What do businesses do with spokespeople? Promotion. What is promotion for? Selling products. Tennis in China is already a niche sport; even the top tennis player in China isn't Volkswagen known. But you're different."
He paused for a second, letting the words fall.
"You have exceptional tennis talent; even Federer has praised you. And your online presence rivals that of top celebrities. You should know the extent of the impact of your tourism video. Wilson's brand manager for the Xia Country saw your popularity and immediately decided to have you as their spokesperson."
Cheng Che held his phone and slowly nodded.
The light from the streetlamp fell on his face, and his expression changed from confusion to understanding.
He realized that the brand manager of Wilson's Xia Country region had been watching him all along, and then he used the [ Ten-Million-Tier Popularity Card ] to make the cultural tourism video a super hit.
Even now, his popularity on the internet is comparable to that of a top influencer.
Some dramas that need to be promoted avoid their own sharp edges.
In this situation, it's only natural that he would be noticed by Wilson's brand manager in Xia Country, who needed traffic.
As expected, it still requires a combination of the entertainment and sports industries.
If you only work in the sports world, you probably won't even be able to make a living.
"How much money can I get?" he asked, his tone much more relaxed than before.
Qin Lie smiled and said, "It's not clear yet. I don't know if it's a one-year contract or a multi-year contract; we'll have to discuss it later. Wait for me, I'll come to Capital City right away, and we'll find a lawyer to consult."
Cheng Che nodded. "Okay. By the way, let's sign a contract too."
Qin Lie asked in surprise, "What contract?"
"You'll sign a contract to be my tennis agent."
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.
Then Qin Lie laughed out loud.
He was laughing so loudly that you could hear his joy even through the phone.
Cheng Che could even imagine what he looked like now, probably leaning back in a chair, slapping his thigh with one hand, his face crinkling into a smile.
"Okay, okay, okay." He said "okay" three times, each time more emphasized than the last. "Wait for me, I'll be there as soon as possible."
After hanging up the phone, Cheng Che stood under the streetlight and put his phone back in his pocket.
After this period of time, he had learned enough about Old Qin.
This person is dedicated to his work and has experience working for an international sports company. The materials Old Chen sent also show many of his successful achievements.
Although those projects all ended up with unexpected problems due to the contestants, Old Qin's ability and attitude were beyond reproach.
Trustworthy.
As for the lawyer... he took out his phone, opened WeChat, and scrolled to Yan Ruanning's chat box.
He thought for a moment, then typed a line.
Cheng Che: Ningning, can you find me a lawyer?
After sending the message, he smiled, put his phone away, and headed back to his dorm.
They were preparing to torture those three adopted sons.
On the other side, at Capital City Airport.
It was almost 8 p. m. when Yan Ruanning walked out of the exit.
The airport lights illuminated the arrival hall, where people came and went, dragging suitcases, holding signs to welcome guests, and embracing each other—a bustling and lively scene.
Xiao Zhou was already waiting at the exit.
She was wearing a dark coat and holding a phone in her hand. She came up to Yan Ruanning.
" Sister Ning, over here."
Yan Ruanning yawned, pulled her coat tighter, and followed Xiao Zhou into the nanny van parked at the door.
She leaned back in her chair, took off her hat, and her hair was a little messy. The flight had lasted more than three hours, and she was a bit tired.
My phone vibrated.
She opened WeChat and saw a message from Cheng Che.
Cheng Che: Ningning, can you find me a lawyer?
Yan Ruanning frowned.
A lawyer? Has something happened?
Then she saw the title in front of her.
Ningning?
Yan Ruanning was taken aback.
She stared at those two words for three seconds.
Then I clenched my teeth.
She sat up straight, slapped her phone on her lap, and startled Xiao Zhou next to her.
They actually called me by my nickname?
I'm your older sister, how dare you, a younger person, disrespect me!
"What's wrong?" Xiao Zhou looked at her in the rearview mirror.
"It's nothing." Yan Ruanning took a deep breath, resisting the urge to get angry on WeChat.
First, clarify why you need a lawyer; this is the most important thing.
She made the phone call.