Start With a Super Villa

Wen Yan Yunfan nodded and looked at the other party.

This manager Mao is probably in his early 40s, wearing a suit with a smile on his face.

"Well, are you Manager Mao?"

"Yes, Mr. Yun, I have already ordered a box at this hotel. Let's chat while eating?"

Yun Fan said indifferently, "Okay."

Anyway, it's like having a late night snack.

"Please." Mao Chun smiled and led Yun Fan into the hotel.

Before leaving, I glanced at the red supercar, and then made an evaluation in my heart.

Soon the two came to a box in the hotel.

The waiter also began to serve food gradually. Manager Mao knew that Yunfan was coming by car, so he did not order wine, but served two cups of good tea.

"Mr. Yun, I respect you with the cup of tea instead of water, and congratulations on your afternoon live broadcast for breaking the reward record in the live broadcast circle"

Mao Chun said with a smile while holding a tea cup.

In Yunfan's live broadcast this afternoon, people with a heart have already calculated the total reward amount.

A total of 60 million yuan!

But Yun Fan smiled indifferently.

"It's nothing, I just regard the live broadcast as a hobby, mainly because the fans are too powerful."

"Hehe, Mr. Yun is too modest. I have watched your live broadcasts. Every live broadcast is amazing. I believe that no one in the live broadcast circle can do what you do."

This is true.

Although many anchors envy Yunfan's reward income, they can't imitate Yunfan's live broadcast method.

Do they dare to do rock climbing?

Dive 140 meters into the sea, can they do it?

No need to say the answer, 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. If you think it's okay, we can sign the contract."

"The signing fee of 200 million yuan, when you do your first live broadcast on our slow-hand platform, we will transfer the money to you one after another"

After Yun Fan lit a cigarette, he raised his hand and took over the contract.

After looking at it, he smiled lightly. Seeing his smile, Manager Mao was also happy, thinking that he was willing to sign a contract.

But at this moment, Yun Fan 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 took a cigarette and threw the piece of paper behind him, then smiled.

"Manager Mao, have you misunderstood something?"

"Huh?" Mao Chun's expression was also a little ugly at this time: "Then Mr. Yun, please tell me, what did I misunderstand?"

Yun Fan leaned on the chair and smoked a cigarette leisurely.

Then he squinted and smiled: "This contract says that I can only live stream on Slow Hand for 8 years, and there are some other rules and regulations."

"You don't think that a mere 200 million can sign me for an exclusive, right? And I'm used to being rambunctious, and I don't like being controlled by others!"

Hearing that, Mao Chun was a little speechless. Isn't this the way the anchors sign?

Why is this man in front of him with such an attitude?

So Manager Mao said inexplicably, "What does Mr. Yun mean by coming here?"

"I'm here to chat with you. If it's good, I may go live on your platform a few times when I get free, but remember it's not exclusive! I think Live broadcast wherever you want, and no one has the right to interfere with me!"

Hearing this, Mao Chun took a deep breath.

Isn't this guy too domineering?

Even 200 million people can't even sign his exclusive, so how big is this man's heart!

However, this manager Mao did not know that someone once spent a billion to make friends with Yunfan, but he has not yet received a clear answer.

Their company even dreamed of signing Yunfan for a mere 200 million yuan. Isn't this like a dream?

Mao Chun said embarrassedly: "I'm afraid this is not in line with the rules, right? The anchor contracts are all exclusive."

Wen Yan Yunfan flicked the soot and smiled handsomely.

"Rules are made by people, and I don't like to obey the rules, but I like to set the rules!"

After speaking, Yun Fan stretched and stood up, then chuckled.

"It seems that we can't talk together, so let's go, I'll go first"

Seeing Yun Fan turn around to leave, Mao Chun could only sigh helplessly.

He is just a marketing manager and has no right to decide such a big thing.

And in his thinking, even if he has this right, he will not agree, the other party is too arrogant.

Use 200 million in exchange for him, and if you have time, go to the slow hand to do a few live broadcasts?

This is too expensive.

Just as 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 the phone and looked at it.

When he saw this, he was instantly shocked!

His face twitched involuntarily, and then he raised his head quickly and said.

"Mr. Yun, please be slow!"

Wen Yan Yunfan's feet paused slightly and 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 go live on our platform twice a month, what do you think?"

Hearing this, the corners of Yun Fan's mouth raised slightly, it was almost the same.

But he still didn't look back and said: "When will I receive the transfer of 200 million, I will discuss this topic again"

After he finished speaking, he lifted his foot and continued to walk out of the door of the box.

After watching Yun Fan leave completely, Mao Chuncai wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The text message just now was sent by the company's top management.

There is a sentence and a piece of data, which clearly records the two live broadcasts of Yunfan, making the Douyin platform a net profit of more than 100 million!

Now recalling his previous thoughts, Mao Chun felt extremely ridiculous.

"Haha, I even delusionally signed his exclusive, it seems that I am funny!"

After Yunfan walked out of the hotel, he sat in his red supercar.

Gently Yile: "If I didn't guess wrong, I should have earned two hundred million young masters!"

Money is such a good thing.

No matter how much you earn, it's not too much.

As soon as the accelerator is stepped on, the red supercar slowly opens.

After a while, Yun Fan returned to the villa.

"Huh, it's better to lie in bed and be comfortable"

After changing into pajamas, Yun Fan lay on the bed in the bedroom, then took out his mobile phone and prepared to play for a while to sleep.

But as soon as the phone was turned on, Yun Fan saw another piece of news, which was also about a foreign female philanthropist receiving 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 and so on.

Many netizens in the comments expressed their hope that the female philanthropist could escape the catastrophe.

She has a great reputation after all!

But there is no hope alone, and many netizens also know the result, and they will surely die if they receive an invitation from the god of death!

The corner of Yun Fan's mouth raised, and he picked up the wordless book on the bedside table.

"Seeing that this female philanthropist has done so many good things, then I will give her some advice."