Rebirth of the Evil Life

Chapter One Thousand Five Sixty One

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"Hi, Maria, what's the matter?" Lin Feng saw a trace of sadness on Sarapova's face at a glance.

Sarapova shrugged and sighed.

"I'm waiting for an inspection report." Sarapova said in a low tone.

Inspection Report? ——Lin Feng was taken aback.

"When I won the championship at Wimbledon, I had a small shoulder injury. I felt sore after yesterday's match, so I went to check it again. Now I am waiting for the check result." Sarapova said.

Injury is a hardship that every athlete will inevitably encounter. Therefore, Lin Feng can only express regret for Sarapova's shoulder injury, I hope it is all right. However, in Lin Feng's memory, Sarapova was in good health, and this injury should be a minor injury.

"By the way, Maria, I plan to set up a sporting goods company, so I want to invite you to be my advertising spokesperson." Lin Feng handed Sarapova a contract, "I hope this contract can bring you good Fortunately, I hope your shoulder injury is just a minor problem and it's not a major problem."

Sarapova nodded, hoping so. My tennis career has just started, but I don't want to be interrupted by a shoulder injury. If so, it would be too sad.

"Hey, Lin, your sporting goods company doesn't have any brand or products?" Sarahova looked at the contract, a little stupid.

Although Sarapova has just debuted, she has long become the darling of the advertising industry by virtue of her beautiful appearance. Therefore, many advertising contracts have been accepted. As for sports brands, they have also accepted world-class manufacturers such as "nike". It can be said that Sarahova is familiar with advertising endorsement contracts.

But Rao Sarapova is well-informed and has never seen such a weird contract by Lin Feng. In Lin Feng's contract, apart from stipulating the number of years and time of signing, everything else is not. In other words, this is almost a blank contract. Of course, it's not the kind of blank contract that can't get the money, but the kind of contract that doesn't know what you endorse.

Sarapova looked at Lin Feng with a weird face, and looked at the posture of a liar.

"Hehe, Maria, my sporting goods company is still under planning and construction, so I don’t know how many varieties there are for the time being, but there is one thing I can assure that this sporting goods company will be a global player in the future. One of the largest sporting goods company." Lin Feng said with a little embarrassment. Originally, this sporting goods company was also on a temporary basis, so everything is still under construction. Now the important thing is to circle people first and then get products.

Sarapova was speechless for a while. Had it not been known that Lin Feng was the richest man in the world, I would have thought that Lin Feng was a super liar. No, it's a liar more than a liar, that should be called a magic stick. After all, if a liar wants to deceive people, he has to be fake, and Lin Feng’s contract has nothing other than a simple price and number of years. Usually this kind of thing is done by gods.

"Lin, you are really a bad check. But I am willing to believe you. I believe you are not the kind of person who writes bad checks and empty gloves. But now I have a contract with Nike, from head to toe. Basically I have to wear Nike clothing and shoes (referring to sports). I'm afraid I can't sign your company." Sarahova said helplessly.

Relying on Sarapova's beautiful appearance, "nike" signed with Sarapova when her name was unknown. After winning the Wimbledon championship, there is still a two-year contract that expires. In order to capture this future player in the football world, "nike" immediately opened a five-year contract of 30 million US dollars. Immediately, Sarabova signed the contract very readily. After all, the previous contract with "nike" was only one million US dollars per year, which is completely incomparable with this five-year 30 million contract.

But after Sarapova won the U.S. Open again, this already very lucrative contract changed again. "Nike" handed over an eight-year 70 million contract and wanted to lock Sarapova for life.

Originally Sarabova was not planning to sign, and wanted to think about it again. However, due to the pain of the shoulder injury, Sarabova finally decided to follow the advice of her parents and signed the eight-year $70 million contract. After all, if the shoulder injury is really serious and affects its competitive state, "nike" will not give Sarapova such a generous contract. Seventy million dollars in eight years, this is enough to win the first worth of women's tennis players.

Unexpectedly, he had just signed a contract this morning, and he would meet Lin Feng for coffee at noon, but he would encounter this. Lin Feng would actually hand over a contract, which was completely unexpected to Sarah Pova. Although Sarapova wanted to give Lin Feng a favor, she couldn't do it now.

"Are you worried about liquidated damages?" Seeing Sarah Pova's face, Lin Feng faintly guessed the difficulty.

Sarapova nodded.

"Lin, I can tell you frankly. I just signed a contract with'nike' for eight years, 70 million yuan, and a penalty of up to 200 million US dollars." Sarahova said.

200 million dollars? ——Lin Feng frowned slightly. If you want Sarapova to change the door, you must pay 200 million U.S. dollars. Although Sarapova is worth this price, the price is a bit too high, not to mention giving away "nike" 200 million U.S. dollars, Lin Feng is a bit unhappy. .

"By the way, when did you sign the contract?" Lin Feng thought for a while and wanted to ask.

auzw.com "Signed in the morning, and the contract was sent two hours ago." Sarapova looked at her watch and said.

Lin Feng buried his head and thought for a moment. "Nike" is headquartered in Beaverton, Oregon, and it takes a while to send it from New York, even if it is air mail. It is too late to get this contract back. But the question now is whether Sarapova is willing to sign her own company. If he is willing, Lin Feng can pursue the contract, but if he is unwilling, then it is useless for Lin Feng to recover the contract. After all, Lin Feng can't force Sarabova to sign.

"Maria, you don't have to worry about the contract, you just tell you now, are you willing to sign my company?" Lin Feng asked.

Sarapova frowned slightly. Lin Feng's problem is quite a headache for her. Since she first played tennis, she accepted the sponsorship of "nike". It was also because of the sponsorship of "nike" that Sarapova spent the first days of poor results and no bonuses. Now let her decide to break up with "nike" and sign Lin Feng, it is really a bit difficult to decide.

"Maria, don't be embarrassed. Even if we can't cooperate, we are still friends." Lin Feng smiled.

Sarapova heard the words, slightly stunned, and then smiled lightly. The knot in my heart was opened because of Lin Feng's words.

"Yes, even if we can't cooperate, we are still friends." Sarapova smiled and stretched out her hand.

The dim light flashed in Lin Feng's eyes, but he still stretched out his hand.

"I regret not being able to cooperate with you. But Maria, if I want to change the door in the future, the door I just went up will always be open for you." Although Lin Feng was disappointed, this disappointment must remain demeaned. Besides, for Lin Feng, disappointment is not a good thing.

Life is like riding a roller coaster, always ups and downs. If the road goes smoothly, no matter how much money you make or how much power you have, you will eventually get bored. Therefore, occasional ups and downs in life are definitely a good thing. Only in this way will I know how to cherish what I have now.

But at this moment, things turned around.

"Since I am a friend, then I should help my friend even more. I am willing to be your company's signed player, but the price is not less." Sarapova smiled and shook Lin Feng's hand heavily, with a teasing smile on her face.

Stunned! This...what is going on? ——Lin Feng can't figure it out a bit. Didn’t you say you couldn’t cooperate? Why did you cooperate again?

"Haha, Lin, just joking just now. You said that even if we don't cooperate, we are still friends. Since we are friends, we should do our best to help them. Therefore, I am willing to be your company's signing star." Sarah Pova Urgently smiled.

Lin Feng was stunned! Looking at Sarabova's narrow smile, she realized that this little girl was joking with herself.

"Then my Maria, sign it soon." Lin Feng opened the contract and pointed to the contract.

"Okay. I'll sign, but you will settle the rest." Sarabova signed the contract readily.

"Don't worry, leave it to me." After Lin Feng also signed his name, he broke up with Sarabova.

"Maria, I'll settle your contract now. Then this meal is yours. I just signed a fat contract. Always have a treat to celebrate!" Lin Feng joked.

"You are the boss. I work part-time. No part-time worker asks the boss to eat." Sarapova said with her arms sullen. Although Lin Feng gave her a contract no worse than "nike", but you Lin Feng is the big boss, are you so stingy when it comes to meals!

"Hey, let's see whoever runs away first." Lin Feng turned around and flashed after speaking.

"You... are such a bastard!" Sarah Pova looked at Lin Feng who was trotting away, laughing and crying. Unexpectedly, Lin Fenggui, as the world's richest man, is so childlike. This is really interesting.

"Miss, you don't really want to run the order!" A waiter looked at Sarabova warily.

Obviously, the waiter was too ignorant, and it was excusable not to know Lin Feng. After all, even in the United States, not everyone knows Bill Gates, the former richest man in the world. But now that the U.S. Open has just ended, Sarapova, who reversed the victory of Venus Williams and won the U.S. Open, is not known. It can only be said that the waiter is too ignorant.

"This is 100 dollars, no need to look for it." Sarapova reluctantly handed the waiter a hundred yuan bill.

The waiter left happily, Sarabova shook her head helplessly, and made up her mind—I will run first next time.

Four hours later, Lin Feng arrived in Beaverton, Oregon, with the goal of Nike headquarters.