"As for sponsorship, we will print your advertisement on my racing suit or car..."
"Stop, stop, stop." Han Qi interrupted him.
Of course he knows what sponsorship is. After all, he is considered an insider, but he has never officially participated in the competition.
The main point of his doubts is...why do you want to seek sponsorship from yourself?
Han Qi did not remember any business dealings between him and Zhang Chi, except that he had an agreement to run a racing car. In this era where handwritten contracts are often torn up, verbal agreements are the least valuable things.
Then why did you find yourself?
Short of money?
Han Qi could only think of this, otherwise how could he ask for help if he had a completely unrelated relationship?
Thinking of this, Han Qi became a little cautious.
"I know what sponsorship is, but I didn't expect you to ask me for sponsorship. Haha, brother, how are the car improvements going?"
"It's almost done...but there are still problems with some parts."
"Then how much sponsorship do you want?"
"Several hundred thousand," Zhang Chi said vaguely.
"Chinese coins?"
"Of course it's Chinese currency."
If I had called Han Qi yesterday, then the sponsorship would have been at least one million, because he still has no car, only a frame, and the money gap is too big. But now he has signed up for variety shows,
Maybe it won't cost that much money.
Han Qi didn't agree directly, thinking about going to see it when he went back.
"In principle, I agree." Han Qi said, "I'll call you in Shanghai in two days."
Zhang Chi had contacted so many people during this period, but Han Qi was the only one who gave him accurate information, which made him a little touched.
After hanging up the phone, he stood on the rooftop blowing the wind, watching the phone screen gradually go dark, and sighed:
"A friend in need is a friend indeed..."
He knew so many rich people. When he was in his prime, the multi-millionaires who were his brothers could fill a hotel with dinner guests. But when he got a little worse, everyone avoided him like mosquitoes.
He really didn't expect that in the end only one person he had met only once was willing to help him.
Han Qi also hung up the phone and lay completely on the sofa.
It's great to have heating, it's warmer than air conditioning.
Han Qi lives in the southwest, where the weather is cold but not particularly cold, and it is not in the north, so there is no heating supply.
This is perhaps the most unfair place in the country.
In the north, the heating bill is paid once a year and is very cheap. In the south, you have to turn on the air conditioner yourself and the electricity bill is still expensive.
Except for Zhang Chi, Han Qi only sent messages on the other phone calls. My mother called her just to ask if she had a girlfriend and how she was doing abroad... Now she sits in the supermarket every day and feels too busy, so she calls her all the time.
God is urging Han Qi to find a girlfriend so that she can take care of the children.
The classmate called to ask if Han Qi was going to the class reunion.
He blocked the group, so he didn't receive any messages from the group. They found a representative to ask Han Qi.
"Forget it, I've been very busy recently." Han Qi sent a message back.
He knew his classmates very well. If he went to a class reunion, he would probably have several people ask him to borrow money, open a milk tea shop, or do some other business. But doing business is not that easy.
Money doesn't come from strong winds.
You can lend it to a few familiar friends.
Forget it for everyone else.
While playing with his mobile phone, Han Qi glanced at the study and said, "I guess I will be returning to China in the next two days."
There were footsteps in the room. Tristel walked to the door, looked at Han Qi and asked, "What's wrong?"
"The Chinese New Year is almost here, and there are still some things to deal with."
If he could go back directly to celebrate the New Year, he could stay a few more days, but he had to go back to Shanghai to see what kind of help Zhang Chi needed, so he had to go back early because he didn't know how long he would stay in Shanghai. Going back early would give him more time.
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Trieste knew some things about China, but she didn’t expect to go here during the Chinese New Year.
She nodded and asked: "Then when will you come to Norway next time?"
"It will take a month or two. The construction team here doesn't know much about our country's architectural style. They are afraid of making mistakes, and I am afraid that they will make mistakes, so they still have to come and watch it frequently before repairing it."
Now is the early stage of construction, so Han Qi doesn't need to rush to inspect it yet.
After the theme structure of the building is completed, Han Qi will have to check whether they made any mistakes at least once a month.
Alas, if it weren't for the support of the Tromso government, Han Qi would really want to find a domestic construction team to take charge of this construction. After all, Huaxia International Construction Company ranks high among construction companies around the world, and its prices are cheap.
Trieste was planning to go back to Bergen after lunch, and thought Han Qi could come with her.
But Han Qi was preparing to return to China tomorrow, and her work plan was abandoned. For her now, nothing is more important than accompanying Han Qi. After all, she was given a song named after her, and
It's as beautiful as the songs on the music charts.
How many women in the whole world can receive such a gift?
"When will you leave tomorrow?" she asked.
Han Qi thought for a moment and shook his head: "I'm not sure. You can do it in the morning or afternoon. Anyway, you have to go back to Bergen. I'll stay here for one night and buy a plane ticket when I wake up tomorrow."
"I can take two days off. I have a place I want to take you to."
"Where."
Trieste smiled mysteriously and said, "I won't tell you yet, don't you like traveling and seeing the scenery? You absolutely love this place."
Han Qi was intrigued by what she said.
"When are you leaving?"
Trieste said angrily: "Now, get dressed and we'll leave."
Hearing what she said, Han Qi thought it was very close, but after leaving the house, Trist didn't drive and found a taxi. The destination turned out to be the airport.
Han Qi rarely took a plane in Norway. Usually he took a train or a bus. Anyway, the bus drivers here drove very steadily, and he basically arrived after a short sleep.
"Is it very far?" Han Qi asked.
"It's not far. If you go there today, you can come back tomorrow. Then I will go back to Bergen directly."
The airport arrived while we were talking.
If you take a plane, it's really not that far. Norway isn't that big in the first place. Even if it's further away, it should take two or three hours to fly there, which is faster than driving to Bergen.
Trieste's expression was very serious along the way, which was very different from her usual behavior, which made Han Qi talk a lot less.
The flight was to Stavanger, an hour away, and it felt like we were landing as soon as we took off.
There is a car rental place outside Stavanger Airport, and Trieste rented a Ford.
Han Qi got into the passenger seat, looked at the interior of the car and said with envy: "I must buy a car when I go home this time, it's so handsome."
Trieste smiled: "If you think that everything you go to this time is by car, then you will be disappointed. We will go hiking in a while. It is more difficult than the road in my hometown, but it should be enough in two hours.
