Hearing this, Yunfan nodded and looked at the other person.
Manager Mao was probably in his early 40s, wearing a suit and smiling on his face.
"Well, are you Manager Mao?"
"Yes, Mr. Yun, I have already reserved a private room at this hotel. Let's chat while we eat?"
Yunfan said nonchalantly: "Okay."
It's just a midnight snack anyway.
"Please come in there," Mao Chun smiled and led Yunfan into the hotel.
Before leaving, I took a look at the red supercar and made a mental evaluation.
Soon the two came to a private room in the hotel.
The waiters also began to serve the dishes gradually. Manager Mao knew that Yunfan had driven here, so he did not order wine, but served two glasses of good tea.
"Mr. Yun, I offer you a cup of tea instead of water. Congratulations on your live broadcast in the afternoon for breaking the record of rewards in the live broadcast circle."
Mao Chun said with a smile while holding the tea cup.
For Yunfan’s live broadcast this afternoon, someone who is interested has already calculated the total reward amount.
A total of 60 million yuan was obtained!
But Yunfan smiled indifferently.
"It's nothing. I just treat the live broadcast as a hobby. It's mainly because the fans are so awesome."
"Haha, Mr. Yun is too humble. I have watched all your live broadcasts. Every live broadcast is amazing. I believe that no one in the live broadcast circle can do as hard as you do."
This is really true.
Although many anchors envy Yunfan's reward income, they cannot imitate Yunfan's live broadcast method.
Do they dare to climb rocks with bare hands?
Can they dive 140 meters into the sea?
The answer doesn’t need to be elaborated, everyone knows it.
Soon the two chatted for a while, and Mao Chun took out a stack of contracts from the briefcase beside him.
"Mr. Yun, take a look at it. If you think it's OK, we can sign the contract."
"The signing fee of 200 million yuan, when you do your first live broadcast on our Slow Shou platform, we will gradually transfer the money to you."
After Yunfan lit a cigarette, he raised his hand to take the contract.
After looking at it, he smiled softly. Seeing his smile, Manager Mao was also happy, thinking that he was willing to sign the contract.
But at this moment, Yunfan suddenly reached out and tore up the contract.
Seeing this scene, Mao Chun was stunned for a moment, and then said with a puzzled face.
"Mr. Yun, you?"
Yun Fan held the cigarette in his mouth and threw the piece of paper behind him, then smiled.
"Manager Mao, did you misunderstand something?"
"Huh?" Mao Chun's expression was a little ugly at this time: "Mr. Yun, please tell me what I misunderstood."
Yunfan leaned on the chair and smoked leisurely.
Then he narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "This contract says that within 8 years I can only live broadcast on Shou Shou, and there are some other restrictions."
"You don't think that with just 200 million, you can sign an exclusive contract with me, right? Besides, I'm used to being undisciplined, and I don't like to be controlled by others!"
Hearing this, Mao Chun was speechless. Isn't this how anchors sign contracts?
Why does the man in front of me have such an attitude?
So Manager Mao said in confusion: "Then what does Mr. Yun mean by coming here?"
"The reason I'm here is to have a chat with you. If the chat goes well, after I receive the 200 million, I might go live on your platform a few times when I have time, but remember it's not exclusive! I think
Live broadcast wherever you want, no one has the right to interfere with me!"
Hearing this tone, Mao Chun took a deep breath.
This person may not be too domineering, right?
Even 200 million people can't sign his exclusive contract. How big of a heart does this person have!
However, Manager Mao didn't know that someone once spent a billion to make friends with Yunfan, but he still didn't get a clear answer.
Their company actually wants to sign Yunfan with a mere 200 million. Isn't this just a dream?
Mao Chun said awkwardly: "I'm afraid this is against the rules? All anchor contracts are exclusive."
Hearing this, Yunfan flicked the ashes from his cigarette and smiled handsomely.
"Rules are made by people, and I don't like following rules the most, but I like making rules!"
After saying that, Yunfan stretched and stood up, then chuckled.
"It seems like we can't talk together, so that's it, I'm leaving first."
Seeing Yun Fan turning around to leave, Mao Chun could only sigh helplessly.
He is just a marketing manager and has no right to decide such a big matter.
And from his point of view, even if he had the right, he would not agree to it. The other party was too arrogant.
In exchange for 200 million, how many live broadcasts can I do if I have time?
The price is too high.
Just when Yun Fan was about to walk to the door of the box, the screen of Mao Chun's mobile phone on the table lit up.
Seeing who sent the message, Mao Chun didn't dare to neglect and hurriedly opened his phone to read it.
When he saw it, he was instantly shocked!
His face twitched unconsciously, then he quickly raised his head and said.
"Mr. Yun, please slow down!"
Hearing this, Yunfan paused slightly but did not look back.
"Anything else?"
Mao Chun stood up and smiled awkwardly: "I agreed on behalf of the company. You don't need to sign an exclusive contract. As long as you can live broadcast on our platform twice a month, what do you think?"
Hearing this, Yun Fan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, that's pretty much it.
But he still said without looking back: "We will discuss this topic when I receive the transfer of 200 million."
After saying that, he raised his feet and continued to walk out of the box door.
After watching Yun Fan leave completely, Mao Chun wiped the sweat from his forehead.
The text message just now was sent by a senior executive of the company.
There is a sentence and a piece of data in it, which clearly records Yunfan's two live broadcasts, making the Douyin platform a net profit of more than 100 million!
Now recalling his previous thoughts, Mao Chun felt extremely ridiculous.
"Haha, I actually tried to sign an exclusive deal with him. It seems like I was kidding!"
After Yunfan walked out of the hotel, he got into his red supercar.
Lightly amused: "If my guess is correct, I should have earned two hundred million!"
Money is such a good thing.
No matter how much you earn, it’s never too much.
As soon as you step on the accelerator, the red supercar slowly turns on.
After a while, Yunfan returned to the villa.
"Huh, it's still more comfortable lying on the bed."
After changing into pajamas, Yunfan lay on the bed in the bedroom, then took out his mobile phone to play for a while and go to sleep.
But as soon as he turned on his phone, Yunfan saw another piece of news, which was also about a foreign female philanthropist who received an invitation from the God of Death.
"Oh, many people are paying attention to this matter?"
The report also described some good deeds done by some female philanthropists, such as disaster relief, donations, etc.
In the comments, many netizens expressed hope that the female philanthropist could escape the disaster.
After all, she has a great reputation!
But there is no hope. Many netizens also know the result. If you receive the invitation from the God of Death, you will definitely die!
Yun Fan raised the corner of his mouth and picked up the wordless book on the bedside table.
"Since this female philanthropist has done so many good things, I will give her some advice." (To be continued)