Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 48 Endorsement Cooperation
Amidst various doubts and discussions, Lin Feng and his two companions walked out of the Thunder Martial Arts Hall.

Not far from the entrance, some gamblers, their eyes bloodshot from losing, were staring at him menacingly.

Many of them pointed at him and cursed, but they all remained rational and did not lay a hand on him.

These gamblers are almost all ordinary people, none of them even have the ninth level of body cultivation, while Lin Feng can beat up even martial artists. Aren't they just asking for trouble if they go there?

Although Lin Feng's arena matches attracted many martial artists and some people placed bets, ten thousand yuan was nothing to them; it was just for entertainment. They wouldn't feel bad about losing, so naturally they wouldn't bother him.

Furthermore, they also knew that Lin Feng's martial arts talent was exceptional, and even if he couldn't become a demon spirit master, he was still far superior to ordinary martial artists.

No one would easily make an enemy for themselves.

"Brother Feng, are you coming again tomorrow?"

Looking at the unfriendly crowd around him, Gao Hai asked.

"Of course, beat them until they submit."

Lin Feng simply refused to believe that beating up a martial artist every day for a month straight, using all sorts of creative beatings, would prevent him from finding advertising space.

He can always lower the price; he'd be willing to accept anything as long as it's five million.

"I'll go back and generate some buzz on the martial arts forum," Yang Fan comforted him.

Lin Feng nodded and said, "Yes, we'll discuss it in detail when we get back."

He plans to publicly share his progress on the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refinement on the forum, and the popularity will likely only increase rather than decrease.

"Brother Feng, are we going home?"

Gao Hai asked, "It's already past four o'clock. It will take two hours to get back to the Anbian residential area, just in time for dinner."

"us."

Just as Lin Feng was about to answer, a man in a white shirt and black trousers suddenly appeared in front of him, holding a silver mobile phone and immediately began the interview.

"Lin Feng, why are you being so mysterious? Is it just for the sake of advertising space?"

The male reporter asked, but seeing Lin Feng's cold expression and lack of response, he didn't pay any attention and continued asking:
"Is this huge commotion, made now that the college entrance exam is approaching, an attempt to attract the attention of the nine elite universities?"

Although it was an interview, it was clear that the male reporter's attitude was not friendly. He started the interview without Lin Feng's consent, and the questions he asked were also in a negative direction.

Do you really think you're qualified to be compared to Ye Qiu?

"none of your business?"

Gao Hai stood in front of Lin Feng and pushed the reporter aside.

"Don't push me, Lin Feng. Do you really think someone would pay a lot of money to buy your advertisement?"

Although the male reporter was stopped, he continued to ask questions, seemingly unconcerned about whether Lin Feng answered or not, and kept asking:

There are no fools in this world.

"what!"

The reporter had barely uttered the word "idiot" when he suddenly screamed. A large, fat man appeared in front of him and slapped him hard on the head: "Who did you call an idiot?"

"I said people who buy ad space are idiots, not you.

The male reporter looked at the fat man in front of him and said angrily.

Upon hearing this, the fat man reached out to hit him again, which startled the male reporter, who quickly dodged.

"I'm going to buy advertising space. If you're not insulting me, then who are you insulting?"

The fat man was Zhou Fu, and he spoke aggressively to the reporter.

The male reporter, who had initially wanted to argue, suddenly looked constipated and dared not say anything more.

He never expected that someone would actually want to buy Lin Feng's advertising space.

Although Lin Feng is not a big star, he has been quite popular recently and can be considered a public figure.

Public figures generally don't make things difficult for reporters, let alone resort to violence, as that would invite condemnation from all journalists. This is why he dares to be so arrogant.

But it was obvious that the pot-bellied, middle-aged fat man in front of him, who looked like a boss, was not a public figure, so it would be pointless to hit him.

"Aren't you leaving? Or you'll get beaten up!"

The reporter slunk away amidst the middle-aged fat man's scolding.

At this moment, Lin Feng and his two companions also looked at the middle-aged fat man with curiosity.

"Lin Feng, let me introduce myself. My name is Zhou Fu, and I would like to ask you to be the spokesperson for my restaurant."

Zhou Fu went straight to the point.

"1800 million after tax," Lin Feng quoted.

The price startled Gao Hai and Yang Fan.

1800?
Brother Feng really dares to ask for that!
Just when Lin Feng thought the middle-aged fat man would turn around and leave immediately upon hearing the price, he saw the man frown slightly but did not leave immediately.

"The price is higher than I expected. Can we talk about it?"

It has to be said that overweight people naturally have a friendly aura. Seeing that the other person didn't seem to be joking and was quite sincere, Lin Feng naturally agreed: "Okay!"

"It's almost lunchtime, let's go straight to my restaurant and have dinner there," Zhou Fu suggested.

Lin Feng shook his head: "No need for a meal, let's talk as we walk."

If they can't reach an agreement, the meal will be awkward.

“That works too.” Zhou Fu didn’t mind.

Gao Hai and Yang Fan exchanged a glance and then, quite perceptively, followed behind the two men.

"Lin Feng, may I ask why you haven't signed with any of the three major clubs?"

Zhou Fu looked Lin Feng up and down and asked.

The young man is tall and slender, handsome, neither too fat nor too thin, with a physique as fluid as a cheetah. His expression seems somewhat indifferent, but he exudes a cool and aloof temperament, which is indeed very attractive to girls. As a spokesperson, his appearance is absolutely qualified.

Although he wasn't sure if Lin Feng could become a demon spirit master or what level of demon spirit he could refine, he wanted to take a gamble.

"As I said before, there simply aren't any suitable demon spirits." Lin Feng's expression remained calm, offering the same explanation. Earthly Ranking demon spirits aren't suitable?
How can you be so carefree?

Zhou Fu muttered to himself that this reason was naturally not satisfactory, but he did not directly express his doubts.

In fact, Zhou Fu also understood that if Lin Feng really signed with the three major clubs, all of Lin Feng's endorsements and commercial activities would be handled by the clubs after the signing, and he would not be allowed to accept advertising endorsements privately.

By then, he would obviously not be qualified to have Lin Feng as his spokesperson, and he couldn't afford the high endorsement fee.

He's gambling now, gambling on Lin Feng's future.

"1800 million is acceptable, but it would be a lifetime endorsement."

Zhou Fu had no intention of haggling, but he did offer another condition.

Since he was betting on Lin Feng's future, as a businessman, he naturally wanted to maximize his profits.

Lin Feng suppressed his excitement, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "Okay."

Lin Feng knew Zhou Fu's plan.

Now, his value naturally doesn't justify such high endorsement fees.

However, in three years at most, when he makes a name for himself in the national college league, his endorsement fees will be at least tens of millions.

It's safe to say that Zhou Fu made a killing!
But since Zhou Fu had the guts to gamble, Lin Feng, who was short of money at the time, naturally wouldn't disagree.

For him, this money was a lifesaver.

The sooner we get it, the sooner we can refine the nightmare.

Once the Nightmare is refined, will money still be a problem?

He didn't lose anything; it was just an endorsement deal.

"In that case, take a look at the contract. If there are no problems, then sign it."

Seeing that Lin Feng agreed, Zhou Fu breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Next, he took out the contract he had prepared beforehand.

The contract was made in duplicate. Zhou Fu first filled in 1800 million in the blank space of the amount column, signed his name, and then handed it to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng flipped through the pages and realized that Zhou Fu's restaurant was called Huating Grand Hotel, a rather high-class name, with 46 branches in Jiangcheng.

In addition to requiring a lifetime endorsement, the contract also stipulated that Lin Feng must shoot one advertisement for Huating every year.

The rest were all minor details and there were no problems. Lin Feng wrote down the card number, signed his name, and took one of the contracts.

Now that the contract had been signed, Zhou Fu was quite decisive and transferred the money directly. Not long after, his phone beeped with a notification sound.

Lin Feng took out his phone and saw: Your Bank of China card number ends in 745, and your balance is 18,122,540.00.

"Did you receive it?"

Zhou Fu asked the question while observing Lin Feng's performance.

At first, he felt somewhat uneasy, after all, 1800 million was not a small amount for him. If he lost the bet, the restaurant would not go bankrupt, but it would still be severely damaged.

However, his anxiety gradually subsided.

Because in his observation, Lin Feng remained calm throughout.

It's hard to imagine that a high school senior from a not-so-wealthy family could remain so calm when faced with a huge sum of 1800 million yuan.

In fact, Zhou Fu was unaware that Lin Feng was not as calm as he appeared, after all, this was a life-saving sum of money for him.

Raising 1800 million yuan in two months is a huge pressure for him.

Just as he was preparing to lower his endorsement fee, Zhou Fu unexpectedly appeared and offered 1800 million. How could he not be excited?

"received."

Lin Feng nodded, then said to Zhou Fu, "Don't worry, you won't regret it!"

"Haha, I have faith in you," Zhou Fu said with a smile.

“Now that we’ve partnered up, how about we go celebrate? Let’s do it at Huating!” Zhou Fu suggested.

Since they had already started working together, it would be impolite to refuse Zhou Fu's repeated invitations, so Lin Feng called Gao Hai and the other man over.

"Brother Feng?"

Gao Hai was pleasantly surprised. In his view, since they went to dinner, it meant that the cooperation had been successful.

"It's done."

Lin Feng gave Gao Hai and the other person an approving look.

Led by Zhou Fu, Lin Feng went to the restaurant where he was endorsing for the first time in his life.

Two hours later, the three of them, having eaten and drunk their fill, walked out of the Huating Hotel.

It was almost nine o'clock. At this time, many people in the riverside community were already preparing to go to sleep, but outside Huating, the lights were still on and people were coming and going. The real nightlife had not yet begun.

"Brother Feng, now that you're the spokesperson for this place, do we have to pay you when we come here?"

Standing at the entrance of Huating, Gao Hai, with his round belly, asked with a smile.

"Hehe, we still have to pay, but we won't be short of money in the future."

Lin Feng patted Gao Hai's belly and laughed.

Huating is somewhat similar to Juehaowei, which I went to yesterday. It's a restaurant that doesn't meet five-star standards, but the food is very good.

Zhou Fu was very hospitable and obliging, ordering twenty dishes even though there were only four of them.

"Any other plans? Are you going back?" Chen Fan asked.

"Yes, let's go home!"

It's getting late, and if he doesn't go back soon, his family will start to worry. Lin Feng is also eager to tell his family the news.

(End of this chapter)