"Young Master Ying, it’s difficult to deal with Zhou Yuanchen. He refused our first-round offer, saying it lacked sincerity."
After finishing the conversation, Luo Bing immediately contacted Ying Lin, who was far away in Heng Province, through a relay station in Hai Province.
A few minutes later, after some delay, Ying Lin in the Little Red Building finally received the message.
He frowned and asked:
"Even the twelve billion offered by the Ying Clan couldn’t move him? This is just the first round. After signing the contract, if the cooperation is pleasant, we can continue to increase the stakes.
No matter how talented one is, there should be a reasonable price. Asking exorbitant amounts won’t make anyone nod in agreement."
The current champion of the youth group in the Star Cup, Yu Li.
When he signed with Tomorrow Group, the first round of bidding he received was only about six billion.
This kind of "seed round" competitive bidding mostly just signifies intent.
Only when both parties intend to cooperate will the stakes be continuously raised.
No matter how wealthy a conglomerate or giant enterprise is, sitting on a mountain of gold and silver, they wouldn’t want to waste resources recklessly.
On the contrary, the potential data and growth space of each genius must be quantified.
If they do not meet the standards or if the risks are too high, they will be decisively abandoned.
Even Ying Lin, who spared no expense and spent money crazily, had no choice when facing the Nanhuang Daoist School.
He must show the greatest respect to the Grandmaster in his declining years, whose life force was nearing exhaustion!
"He probably thinks that twelve billion doesn’t meet his psychological expectations."
Luo Bing calmly analyzed:
"But Young Master Ying, I think if you intend to completely suppress the heir of the Nanhuang Daoist School, adding some additional investment is very worthwhile!"
Ying Lin frowned even more and asked:
"Why? Twelve billion is not a small amount. It’s enough for him to be a highest-level VIP at United Pharmaceutical for five consecutive years. I don’t believe that besides the Ying Clan, there are other large companies or major forces in Heng Province that can offer a higher price!"
Luo Bing organized his words and said slowly:
"I found a relatively reliable intermediary. According to the video materials and conversation reports he sent back, Zhou Yuanchen already possesses the combat power to challenge those at the Specialized Level!"
Ying Lin raised his eyebrows, half-believing, and said:
"I remember he hasn’t reached the Specialized Level yet, stuck at a bottleneck, and his life force hasn’t broken through the hundred-point mark."
Luo Bing sent the well-prepared related materials to Ying Lin’s terminal and then said:
"Young Master Ying, there is a video recording of the scene, including a comprehensive evaluation by a professional team I instructed the intermediary to find, based on the traces of the damage and the opponent’s strength.
Zhou Yuanchen’s coach is Song Haifeng from the Central City Education Department, a certified Martial Artist at the Specialized Level with rich teaching experience, proficient in fist techniques and body techniques. In the video, there is no sign of them holding back in their sparring..."
Ying Lin listened while opening the video. The camera shook, and the angle was rather blurry.
But the force of their fists clashing and the destructive power were quite evident!
"Challenging the fierce combat power of the Specialized Level..."
Ying Lin hesitated slightly, then said after thinking for a moment:
"Try to negotiate with Zhou Yuanchen again and probe his psychological bottom line. If it’s not over eighteen billion, consider it."
As a direct descendant of the Ying Clan, he could easily mobilize hundreds of billions through the family foundation.
His hesitation stemmed from the fact that doing business and investing couldn’t be done irresponsibly just because he had money; otherwise, he would be a wastrel;
Besides, a "seed round" intent agreement isn’t very binding.
In other words, if Zhou Yuanchen is dissatisfied or doesn’t want to cooperate, he could walk away at any time.
Only by the third round would the company have the "personal domination" over signed athletes.
Therefore, a high offer in the seed round is meaningless and might end up wasted.
"Okay, Young Master Ying."
Luo Bing nodded, thinking that about seventeen billion might align with Zhou Yuanchen’s psychological expectation.
"The heir of the Nanhuang Daoist School is truly extraordinary! Such a large investment is necessary to ensure he is completely eliminated..."
"Master Liang, how was this move?"
Behind the playground of Sons and Daughters Ninth Middle School on Old Factory Street, Qin Shi wielded the Perfect Level Electric Shock Saber, with its blade radiating like electric light flowing in the air.
"This sword technique is concise yet versatile, a true skill."
As the sun set, Old Liang sat on the concrete steps, with two cans of cold drinks and some marinated dishes in a plastic bag beside him.
He took a sip, then popped a peanut into his mouth and chewed, praising:
"Your excellent sword, paired with such an extraordinary sword technique, finally shows some Old Martial Sect flair."
Qin Shi repeatedly practiced the "Tornado Stance" and "Wildfire Stance," with surging life force pouring into the Perfect Level Electric Shock Saber, making it seem almost alive.
His body and mind gradually fused with the weapon, making it feel like an extension of his limbs, moving smoothly and with great ease.
"It seems to resonate with my breath frequency, each electric flash in sync with my breathing rhythm."
Qin Shi spun rapidly on his waist, and the blade cut through the air, creating a violent tornado.
This sword stance, centered on slaughter, truly felt like a sandstorm, blocking out the sky and sun.
"Master Liang, do you think I stand a chance against a Martial Artist at the Specialized Level while armed?"
After practicing for forty minutes, Qin Shi calmed his boiling Furnace Technique and asked.
"You cheeky boy, so arrogant!"
Old Liang almost choked on his soda. Normal amateurs would consider how to escape when facing a Specialized Level opponent.