in2ebook Chapter 52: Wang Xiucheng Dates a Chinese Singer?
Chapter 52: Wang Xiucheng Dates a Chinese Singer?
One hour after the match ended.
In a conference room at the Fengtian Center, Wang Xiucheng was sitting at a table.
After bowing my head and signing my name, I exchanged the document with the person next to me, signed it again, looked up, smiled, and took a picture.
Wang Xiucheng's face was a little stiff, but fortunately, this was his last endorsement contract.
Ma Xiaoxuan selected a total of 9 endorsement contracts for Wang Xiucheng.
The shoe contract was signed with Anta in China, worth $350 million a year.
The deadline was only one year, which was Ma Xiaoxuan's requirement.
She believed that Wang Xiucheng's price would definitely not be this low by this time next year.
In Ma Xiaoxuan's view, the prices offered by several domestic companies were dirt cheap.
The largest single company, 360 Degrees, gave Wang Xiucheng 15 million yuan over four years.
As for the quotes offered by foreign companies, they can only be described as humiliating.
Nike offered Wang Xiucheng a contract worth 2000 million yuan over 7 years, while Adidas offered him 2500 million yuan over 7 years.
Considering Cunningham's annual contract value of at least tens of millions of dollars, this price is indeed somewhat insulting.
In Ma Xiaoxuan's mind, Wang Xiucheng was a rising star even stronger than Cunningham, and behind him was the world's largest market with over a billion people. This price and tenure were simply an insult.
Finally, Ma Xiaoxuan negotiated with several domestic companies, indicating that she was only willing to sign a one-year contract. In the end, Anta offered the current price.
The price is still low, but Ma Xiaoxuan thinks it's acceptable.
As I said before, let's wait until Wang Xiucheng finishes this season before discussing anything else.
In addition to Anta's sneaker contract, Ma Xiaoxuan has also chosen to endorse several brands, including Bright Dairy, Hahawa purified water, and Dami mobile phones.
The brands she chose are all popular among young people, which aligns with Wang Xiucheng's healthy and youthful image.
Without exception, they were all short-term contracts of one year.
Nine endorsement contracts, totaling $16.5 million in endorsement fees.
It's fair to say that these endorsement fees alone exceed the salaries of most NBA players.
This is the value brought by the billions of dollars in market behind Wang Xiucheng.
This is the prosperous country that Wang Xiucheng is so proud of.
Although the assembly-line-like signing was completed, Wang Xiucheng had a lot of advertising shoots to do in the next few days.
After the signing ceremony, Ma Xiaoxuan personally saw off each of the representatives.
Wang Xiucheng was sitting in a chair, twisting his neck, when Deng Ziqi walked in from outside the door.
"With so many endorsement contracts, you have to treat me to dinner."
This was the first time Deng Ziqi had ever seen a contract signed on an assembly line.
She watched from outside the whole time. Wang Xiucheng sat there without moving. One by one, brand representatives would sign a contract and leave immediately, and then the next one would come up.
Ironically, none of these brands complained. She even overheard several representatives calling their bosses after signing contracts, excitedly telling them that they had defeated their competitors and signed contracts with Wang Xiucheng.
Is Wang Xiucheng really that fragrant?
Wang Xiucheng touched his nose. "Treating you to dinner is no problem, but thank you for bringing the brand."
Deng Ziqi introduced Wang Xiucheng to a brand that she endorsed. Although they didn't end up signing a contract due to price and contract terms, Wang Xiucheng still had to thank them.
Deng Ziqi gave an awkward smile.
If she had known that so many brands would be lining up to hire Wang Xiucheng, she wouldn't have volunteered.
Half an hour later, at a Chinese restaurant.
Wang Xiucheng and Deng Ziqi were enjoying their meal.
Although this is a Chinese restaurant, it is mostly Americans who come here to eat.
The food has also been modified to better suit the tastes of these Americans.
Deng Ziqi is only famous in the Chinese community, but Wang Xiucheng is already a celebrity in Houston.
So people often come up to take photos with Wang Xiucheng or ask for his autograph.
On the contrary, Deng Ziqi only gets a few Chinese people coming over occasionally.
So Deng Ziqi kept pouting, seemingly a little jealous.
This amused Wang Xiucheng.
"It's getting late, let me take you back to your hotel."
After finishing his meal, Wang Xiucheng checked the time; it was almost midnight.
Deng Ziqi suddenly realized something, and her neck turned red instantly.
Fortunately, I had some red wine earlier, so it didn't look too strange.
Ten minutes later.
On the 33rd floor of the Four Seasons Hotel, in front of a room door.
Deng Ziqi leaned against the door, staring intently at the tall, handsome man in front of her. She bit her lip tightly, and her hands unconsciously gripped the bag in her hands.
Wang Xiucheng walked to Deng Ziqi's side and said softly, somewhat puzzled, "Why don't you come inside?"
Upon hearing this, Deng Ziqi's face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe apple. Her heart raced, and her breathing became rapid. For a moment, she didn't know how to answer Wang Xiucheng's question.
What does he mean? Does he want to come inside with me?
Should I let him in?
If we go in, what will happen next?
If we did that, wouldn't my fans be furious with me?
He's only 19 years old!
How to do?
Should we let him in?
What if I reject him and he ignores me afterward?
In an instant, countless questions flashed through Deng Ziqi's mind.
Wang Xiucheng frowned slightly and placed one hand on Deng Ziqi's forehead.
"I don't have a fever either."
Wang Xiucheng wondered what was wrong with this woman; why was she standing in the corridor lost in thought?
Feeling Wang Xiucheng's warm hand on her forehead, Deng Ziqi felt as if an electric current had flowed through her, and her whole body felt inexplicably strange.
The demon within seemed to awaken. Deng Ziqi didn't know where she got the courage, but she threw her bag on the ground and wrapped her arms around Wang Xiucheng's neck.
Wang Xiucheng was startled by the woman's boldness, his eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously cooperated.
This is a hotel corridor; someone could walk by at any time.
Although Americans consider this perfectly normal.
Several minutes later, just as Wang Xiucheng was about to use a feint to break through the tight defense, Deng Ziqi suddenly released Wang Xiucheng.
Deng Ziqi, struggling to breathe, gasped for air several times. Then, somewhat afraid to look at Wang Xiucheng, she bent down to pick up her bag, hurriedly opened the door, ran inside, and slammed the door shut.
Wang Xiucheng was dumbfounded. What did this mean? He kissed her and then left? Didn't he have to take responsibility?
Wang Xiucheng looked down at the small tent and shook his head helplessly.
A few minutes later, the door opened again, and Deng Ziqi, looking determined, appeared in the doorway, but the man was nowhere to be seen.
With a somewhat disappointed sigh, Deng Ziqi patted her forehead and slammed the door shut in regret.
……
The news of Wang Xiucheng and Deng Ziqi appearing at a Chinese restaurant quickly became a trending topic on Chinese social media.
Reports speculating whether the two were dating generated a huge amount of traffic.
It wasn't just in China; in Houston, USA, local social media also cited photos posted by Chinese students and speculated that Wang Xiucheng had found a girlfriend.
They didn't know the woman, and in their eyes, without a big butt or a big bear, what kind of beauty was she?
Jenna, who was in New York preparing for Fashion Week, had just returned to her hotel after showering following a few invitations from her girlfriends to go clubbing. While idly scrolling through her phone, she suddenly came across a news article about Wang Xiucheng having dinner with a woman at a restaurant.
This was normal; she frequently searched for news about Wang Xiucheng—competitions, endorsements, gossip—she would read almost every single piece of news about him.
For some reason, she always felt that many women were coveting her man.
In the photo, Wang Xiucheng and the Chinese singer Deng Ziqi seem to be chatting happily, both of them smiling.
For some reason, Jenna felt a pang of jealousy.
Even the moment Jenna closed her eyes, it seemed as if that woman had climbed into Wang Xiucheng's bed while she was away.
Thinking of this, Jenna could no longer hold back and immediately made a video call to Wang Xiucheng.
Unexpectedly, the call didn't connect on the first try.
Jenna jumped to her feet, the feeling of being robbed growing stronger, to the point that she almost took a private jet to Houston.
Fortunately, in the second phone call, Wang Xiucheng's lazy voice came through.
……
It's been changed to Yang Mi now. So many people have written about it, so it should be fine now.