"Hello, this is Swift Agency. How can I help you?"
"I want to organize some competitions."
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Putting down the phone after calling the agency, Jiang Wen rubbed his temples.
Besides cultivation, he had been quite busy these past two days. He sold all the goods he brought back, receiving nine figures in return. Because the expansion of the Taoist temple had cost a lot of money, Jiang Wen specially sold three pills to Master Shen. The old man Shen spent three hundred million without hesitation to buy the pills. Such magical pills were worth buying even if they cost ten times more, let alone one hundred million each.
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The old man wanted more, but Jiang Wen only said that the pills were difficult to refine and he had no stock. He didn't plan to sell pills for mortals in large quantities now, even though these pills were useless to him.
He went to the banquet of the Shen family's old man, and most of the people there were strangers. The old man just wanted him to go there to owe him a favor, so that they could communicate more in the future.
The visiting VIPs asked him where he was from, and after Jiang Wen answered truthfully, no one wanted to pay attention to him. After all, what could a Taoist from a broken Taoist temple do besides freeloading?
After all, only a few people know the truth about what he did, and even if he told them, few would believe it. Even some Taoists at the Taoist Conference thought it was a performance, and that the cultivation methods taught were fake because they couldn't be practiced.
This really made Jiang Wen sigh that it was not easy to change the world. He originally thought that he could at least get everyone to practice martial arts first, and then slowly transition to cultivating immortality. It seems that the plan has temporarily failed.
However, this was not a big deal for Jiang Wen. He had plenty of time to do these things slowly. He planned to hold some competitions first, at least to let the world understand the existence of martial arts.
After returning from the Shen family, Jiang Wen began to prepare for the martial arts gym and the martial arts competition.
Because Wang Sheng was asked to help with the decoration of the venue, it was almost completed according to the progress. The rest was to plan the competition events.
He didn't ask people he knew to do this kind of thing, after all, he didn't want to owe people favors and karma casually.
But in fact, it was not that simple. Holding a competition seemed easy, but it involved many aspects. Various application conditions, venue rental, and personnel organization.
A series of messy things came down, and even Jiang Wen felt a little physically and mentally exhausted.
In the end, he sought help online, and netizens told him to directly find an agency, which would save him worry and effort.
"This is the first time I've done this kind of thing, and I don't have much experience," Jiang Wen said with a self-deprecating smile.
His group of demons at home could at most help, but it was completely impossible for them to help plan. As for Yan Gongli, although she had a wealth of experience, she had never experienced modern life after all, and was powerless to help with this matter.
Jiang Wen finally decided to find an agency to see, and in the future, he would be able to develop on his own when he had experience.
"The first step in a long march can be considered taken."
Putting on clean clothes, Jiang Wen pushed open the door and stepped on his flying sword towards Jiang City.
Hearing Jiang Wen's business, the agency immediately realized that they were about to take a big order.
They immediately decided to let a salesperson come over to contact the gold master and see what the gold master's needs were.
The two sides agreed to meet at 7:30 in the evening, and Jiang Wen also found some suitable clothes to wear in advance.
No matter what, he always had to show people his attitude.
Arriving at the agreed location to wait, Jiang Wen ordered a few dishes first when he saw that the person had not yet arrived.
It was his request to discuss business at a hot pot restaurant. After all, he was the gold master, and it was the same wherever they discussed business, so the agency immediately agreed.
After waiting for a while, he saw a girl in a white dress running over panting with a bag in her arms.
She looked pretty and cute, with an apologetic expression on her soft face.
"Are you Mr. Jiang?"
"That's me," Jiang Wen said.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang. There was an unexpected traffic jam on the road just now, so I was late." The girl gave an apologetic smile and reached out to Jiang Wen. "My name is Wang Xiran, and I'm a salesperson from Swift Company."
"Jiang Wen, I introduced myself on the phone."
Wang Xiran looked at the young man in front of her who was a little too young, and it was hard to imagine that he was a gold master involving tens of millions of funds.
When the company handed this project to her, Wang Xiran was shocked.
The quotation starts at 50 million, only asking for a suitable venue and complete personnel organization.
Was this a project that a newbie like her who had just joined the company could handle?
As for why this project could fall into her hands, Wang Xiran knew it in her heart, she was not stupid.
It's just that many people inside the company think that this project is too fake, and the so-called gold master is just here to cheat for activity venues and engage in illegal activities such as fraud.
There are many such people, even a lot.
Each of them speaks in exaggerated tones, talking about millions of funds at every turn. In the end, after finding a suitable venue, the gold master says that he has to bring people to take a look first, and after taking a look, the whole person disappears.
In the end, they appear in news reports and become members who eat prison food.
Afraid of being deceived and working for nothing, the tasks assigned by the company above are not easy to refuse. In the end, they can only fall into the hands of her, a newcomer.
"Could it really be a scammer?" Wang Xiran thought to herself, while taking out information and contracts from her bag. "Choosing a hot pot restaurant is also quite peculiar. Could it be that in the end, he'll cheat me out of a meal and ask me to pay for it?"
"Our company is a formal listed company, and has a wealth of accumulation in terms of funds and connections. As long as Mr. Jiang wants a venue, we can help you find a suitable one."
Jiang Wen took the information and looked through it carefully.
Although he didn't quite understand what was written on it, he could still understand that this was a very powerful company.
The waiter brought the side dishes, and Jiang Wen looked at them while warmly greeting Wang Xiran: "Eat, eat quickly. I guess you haven't had dinner yet, let's solve it together. The work is not urgent, we can talk while eating."
"Then I won't be polite." Wang Xiran smiled in relief. She had indeed rushed over without eating dinner.
Although she didn't have much hope for this project, thinking that she might have to pay for this meal, Wang Xiran was not so polite.
"Don't be polite, eat more," Jiang Wen said nonchalantly.
With hundreds of millions of cash on hand, achieving hot pot freedom was simply insignificant to Jiang Wen.
After looking through the information Wang Xiran gave him, Jiang Wen had a bit of an idea of the venue he needed.
He looked at Wang Xiran buried in eating, and he also had a bit of appetite.
He scalded a piece of tripe and said to her slowly: "I want to find a large venue, preferably a gymnasium, and if it can be as big as a football field, that would be the best."
"Secondly, the protective measures and the environment inside the venue must be good, for example, the stage for the performance must be strong, and there must be protective airbags around it. It would be best if there were medical facilities. Secondly, there must be a projection screen that can clearly show everything on the exhibition stand."
"โฆ โฆ" Wang Xiran listened in her ears, calculating the places that met these conditions. She asked casually. "I don't know what Mr. Jiang wants to use it for?"
"To organize a martial arts competition."
"Pfft." Wang Xiran almost spit out the juice she was drinking. "Cough cough cough, I'm sorry, I lost my composure."
"It's okay." Jiang Wen handed her a tissue. "This is just a preliminary idea. If possible, I would like to deepen cooperation with your company."
"If it can be achieved, the expected funding will be at least 100 million."
"โฆ โฆ" Wang Xiran suddenly felt that she shouldn't have come this time. Although the little brother in front of her was very handsome, she felt that his brain was not working well. This person was also very chuunibyou.
Organize a martial arts competition? Funding of no less than 100 million? What kind of competition is this? Is it the World Martial Arts Tournament in Dragon Ball?
How could anyone hold such a losing competition? Didn't you see that the so-called martial arts competition held by the official TV station has gone bankrupt?
"Is Mr. Jiang talking about that kind of boxing match?" Wang Xiran asked softly. "If it's this kind, it doesn't cost that much, a few hundred thousand yuan is enough."
"No, what I want to do is a national competition," Jiang Wen looked at Wang Xiran seriously.
"It would be best if there was a complete competition system, as well as various subsequent competition processes."
After the negotiation, Wang Xiran looked at the signed contract in a daze.
She never thought that someone would hold such a competition that everyone was not optimistic about.
