Li Yongxuan's first reflex action was to break free. But that would be too rude, so I had to try my best to restrain the urge to get out of the way, and responded calmly: "Short-track competitions are very exciting and attractive. If they are combined with advertisements, it is definitely a good investment direction. to consider."
This is another of her secret assignments - she proposes to sponsor the skating team by Mingyang Group.
The group sponsors a sports team. This is not a trivial matter of 30,000 to 50,000 yuan. The annual cost is extremely considerable. Of course, it is necessary to carefully evaluate the benefits. It can't be exposed before the final decision, so as not to let other sponsors, and even the team themselves, have trouble with the sponsorship fee.
"Well said. It seems that I really need to know more." He seemed to be referring to the skating team, or her.
After speaking, Liang Wenhe's eyes drifted to the side; his special assistant had been waiting beside him. After nodding to the special assistant, before leaving, he bent over to Li Yongxuan's ear and added, "I'm looking forward to a date tonight."
After the director left, she stood up immediately, an indescribable excitement surging in her heart—
No, not for an evening date. Instead, the director finally relented and was willing to consider sponsoring!
Although only considered, this is already a very big improvement. Over the years, Mingyang Group has sponsored teams with high visibility, such as basketball and baseball. After all, speed skating is an unpopular sport. If it can get stable sponsorship, it will be great news for the players.
Since the time she spent with them, she seemed to be doing business on the surface, but her heart had been silently drawn out. Athletes may not be smart, they don't have the ability to run a group or dance well, but they are simple and direct, and their dedication to training and competition is heartbreaking.
She really, really wants this proposal to be seen, considered, and even passed. Asking the director to come to the training and watch the game in person is really helpful. Li Yongxuan was full of hope.
Can't be happy too soon. This time the viewing competition should be very eye-catching, and the next world competition should achieve good results. If possible, timely news should be released to let the media and audience notice—
Li Yongxuan stood alone in the auditorium, unaware of the noisy and tense atmosphere around her, she just clenched her fists and made up her mind.
Make sure to help them get it!
The bright moon is in the sky, the night wind is cool, the figure in the silk elegant dress is slender and moving, and the long string of silver earrings swaying, rippling and shining like stars. She was hurried to the door of the hotel.
I had dinner with the director for more than three hours. Although it was the candlelight dinner she joked about, Li Yongxuan was a little restless afterward, because she was always distracted by the team.
But the director didn't seem to want to talk about work, and he understated her proposals and reports, making it impossible for Li Yongxuan to explore his true thoughts.
"As for the representative team, there are quite a few players who have the potential to attract gold, such as Mai Weizhe—"
"You seem to admire him very much?" Liang Wenhe interrupted her suddenly.
Li Yongxuan was stunned for a moment before saying, "Yes, because his performance in competitions has always been outstanding."
Liang Wenhe smiled and asked meaningfully, "That's it? Isn't it because he is handsome?"
She sternly retorted, "I'm not a little girl who is only obsessed with looks."
"You're not a little girl? You're only in your early twenties, and there are children in front of me." He waved his hand exaggeratedly, "Don't fight this in front of me, okay?"
"Director, I'm almost twenty-nine years old."
Liang Wenhe seemed really taken aback, and looked at her carefully again, "You want to be twenty-nine? It doesn't look like it, at most twenty-two."
Hearing this, Li Yongxuan suddenly became discouraged.
After all these years of hard work, in his eyes, is she still a rookie analyst who can't be a rookie? Is it because of this, what he said is not important, and he didn't take it seriously
"Mike Weizhe, the results of the competition are one thing, but I heard that his other news is very exciting." Liang Wenhe said casually, "There are too many players right and wrong, and the board of directors likes this possibility..."
The words are not finished, but the meaning is clear.
Mai Weizhe was indeed portrayed as a bad boy by the media. He was irritable, fierce, and even a little arrogant. He constantly clashed with his opponents on the field of competition.
Being topical is one thing, but... sponsors don't necessarily like seeing this kind of player.
So Li Yongxuan had no intention of falling in love with the store, so he left in a hurry after dinner and rushed to the hotel where the contestants were staying. I want to emphasize and encourage the players once again before they take a break. Their performance is really important, whether it is on or off the court—
As soon as she walked up to the steps of the hotel door, she felt the atmosphere was different. Several big men who looked like guards stood in the hall, and the head coach was also there. Seeing Li Yongxuan appear, she just nodded.
"What's wrong, what happened?" Walking towards the head coach, her heart suddenly sank.
Perhaps seeing her serious expression, the head coach smiled and said in a calm tone, "It's nothing, just a little safety detail that needs to be dealt with. Why is Miss Li here?"
"I want to come... to cheer them up."
When the tall security personnel saw her approaching, they tried to stop her with a sullen face. The head coach waved his hand and said lightly to them: "It doesn't matter, she is her own."
own people.
These three words, inexplicably, penetrated into her body, bringing a warm current, and the anxiety in the candlelight dinner was also at ease. It felt like a child returning home—although, in her life, she had almost no sense of belonging to the family at all.
Before I could say more, there was movement near the elevator in the front corner. The elevator door opened, and four big men came out with a person in the middle. It was Mai Weizhe, who was wearing a light sports suit and looked a little tired.
"Go out through the side door, the car is waiting over there." A security officer with a walkie-talkie immediately greeted him.
The head coach came to her at this time, standing with his arms folded over his chest.
"What happened to the wheat?"
"He was a little angry during the game today, and his body movements were too much, which provoked his opponents. After winning the championship, fans in a certain country now hate him. Someone called the hotel in the afternoon and threatened against him, claiming to set a bomb—"
Li Yongxuan was dumbfounded, "Is it a joke?"
"The conference doesn't think so. Mai is one of the most visible players and can't take risks, so he had to help him change restaurants overnight."
Death threats? I thought that only football, basketball and other fans would be so crazy, but I didn't expect that even speed skating would be—
Mai Weizhe is a veteran of the game, and this kind of thing will happen again!
Looking at him from a distance and going out through the side door, the atmosphere is so serious that it really doesn't look like a joke. But suddenly he stopped and looked towards her.
It's too far away, and the expression can't be seen clearly. He whispered to the security guard beside him for a moment.
"Go over and have a few words with him, or else the game will continue like this, and it's not an option to change hotels every day."
"Huh? Me?"
"It's you." The head coach showed a suspicious smile, and the old god nodded and said, "Listen to me. He has been coaching for so long, and he still has the ability to see through him."
Love will be particularly irritable and irritable today because of the people in front of her. The head coach can see clearly.
So, Li Yongxuan approached him under the watchful eyes of the security personnel and the staff of the conference.
Even in such a situation, Mai Weizhe was still the same. He first looked at her from top to bottom, but his handsome but tired face showed a faint smile of a ruffian.
"The date is over? Can candlelight dinner be acceptable?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he spit out such an angry question!