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Chapter 207: Chapter 175: Brand Ambassador
Jiangdong District, Global Elite Fighting Club.
Morning, 9:30.
At this moment, many people are rushing over, hastily grabbing their bags and swiping them over the attendance machine.
Beep beep beep, the sound of punching in is continuous.
Fang Cheng, carrying a shoulder bag, then walks into the venue.
Upon his appearance, colleagues immediately start greeting him.
"Eh, Ah Cheng, haven’t seen you for so many days."
"Heard you were on holiday, where did you go? Was it fun?"
Fang Cheng shows a smile, responding one by one to everyone’s questions.
After going to the changing room, he puts his bag in the locker, then proceeds to go report back from leave.
Although he works as a sparring partner and has a relatively flexible schedule, this time he took an extended leave, so he still needs to report it.
Human Resources office.
"Ah Cheng, Manager Li said as soon as you come back, go and find him," the HR specialist with glasses passed over a leave cancellation form, then said.
"What’s the matter?"
Fang Cheng asked, somewhat surprised.
The HR specialist smiled and said:
"I’m not quite sure about the details, it should be something good."
Fang Cheng quickly filled in the leave cancellation form and then turned towards the manager’s office.
Knock, knock.
He gently tapped twice.
"Come in."
Hearing the voice from inside, Fang Cheng then pushed open the door.
Manager Li, sitting behind the desk, lifted his head.
Seeing the figure that walked in, he immediately lit up and stood up:
"It’s Fang Cheng, back from your trip, huh? How was it, did you have fun?"
He greeted warmly while continuously inviting Fang Cheng to take a seat.
Both settled down on the sofa.
Manager Li also took the initiative to serve some tea, smilingly sizing up Fang Cheng and gave his shoulder a pat:
"Not bad, seems like you’ve returned from your trip even more refreshed."
This attitudinal resemblance to a family elder, along with the liberal compliments, left Fang Cheng a bit dumbfounded. 𝓃ℴ𝓋𝓹𝓊𝓫.𝒸𝓸𝓂
He couldn’t guess what Manager Li’s real intentions were.
About half an hour later.
The office door opened again.
With Manager Li’s enthusiastic farewell resounding, Fang Cheng walked out with a slightly confused expression and closed the door behind him.
The main content of their conversation just now was about work-related matters.
Manager Li told Fang Cheng earnestly, saying the chairman greatly appreciated him, praised him for his good character and temperament, and also for being physically fit.
Therefore, they wanted to invite him to become the image spokesperson for the club.
Hearing this, Fang Cheng nearly spat out the sip of tea he just took in.
Aren’t image spokespersons usually well-known celebrities from film and television?
Even if the company is a fighting club, they should at least hire sports stars like Zheng Haokang, right?
Could it be that the company’s finances are so tight that they’re just picking anyone to bluff the boss?
Manager Li then explained that this was all the chairman’s own idea.
He then went into the details about the various benefits and compensation that come with being an image spokesperson.
Most importantly, one could receive a monthly sponsorship fee of 60,000 yuan.
According to Manager Li, the so-called "image spokesperson" would still be an employee of the club.
A more precise title would be Chief Sales Representative, Club Image Consultant.
Fang Cheng felt a headache coming on at the mention of "sales."
Seeing this, Manager Li quickly explained the specific job duties.
The work tasks were very simple: usually, it involved participating in photoshoots for promotional ads, photo spreads for the club, and occasionally attending events, each appearance coming with an additional allowance.
"That simple?"
Fang Cheng asked at the time.
"Just that simple!"
Manager Li nodded sincerely and in the end earnestly urged him to seriously consider it.
"The Chairman really appreciates you, seize this opportunity well, and your future will surely be bright..."
Fang Cheng didn’t really care whether Chairman Shen appreciated him or not.
The main thing was... he offered way too much.
Although he could immediately receive a substantial income after selling the antique, it was, after all, a one-off deal.
If he accepted the role of spokesperson, he would be making at least 60,000 yuan a month, amounting to a steady income over time.
Moreover, the club was willing to offer a three-plus-two contract, which was quite flexible.
Specifically speaking, the first 3 years of the contract are fixed, and both parties must fulfill their respective rights and obligations as per the agreement.
After the initial 3 years, if both parties have no objections, the contract will automatically extend for 2 more years, making the total contract term 5 years.
Manager Li said that if Fang Cheng’s performance was outstanding, the contract amount could be further increased.
After careful consideration, Fang Cheng made a decision.
Wait and see the specifics of the formal contract, then give a response.
As long as there are no controversial hidden clauses, he will agree.
After all, no one would consider having too much money, and a grand club like this wouldn’t spend a fortune just to trap an ordinary citizen like him.
Perhaps... Chairman Shen had heard of his fighting skills from Shijima Gorou and was trying to curry favor.
While pondering, Fang Cheng stepped into the training hall.
Bursts of "Hey-ha" and "Hoo-ha" encouraging shouts echoed constantly.
Energetic and passionate figures were everywhere.
Some were doing physical training, some vigorously pounding on the punching bags.
There were also many new students wearing blue training uniforms, following their coach to learn the basics of combat.
Now that many students were on winter vacation, the club’s business was noticeably better than before.
Feeling the scent of sweat in the air, Fang Cheng’s spirits couldn’t help but rise.
He quickly shifted his gaze to the long-waiting employer on the other side of the field.
For now, it’s best to focus on doing a good job as a sparring partner.
Even if the future changes, Fang Cheng does not plan to give up sparring.
It pays well, he can practice skills, gain experience, and it even includes social insurance and housing fund.
Is there really a better job in the world?
Time during training unknowingly passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was almost 12 noon.
Fang Cheng let out a light sigh, donned his gloves, and high-fived the employer to say goodbye.
Stepping down from the ring, he looked at the information that appeared on the panel.
[Muay Thai experience +3]
Then he sat on the ground to change his shoes, ready to eat the boxed lunch ordered by the company and then go off work.
As for the afternoon,
Fang Cheng planned to stroll the streets to see if he could find some fitness equipment suitable for his training.
Leaving the deep-sea environment, the efficiency of his daily physical training had once again slowed down to its previous pace.
The best solution was to add some weight and increase the intensity.
However, using a sack filled with bricks as weight was ultimately inconvenient.
Now that his wallet was more ample, he might as well upgrade his equipment to something more professional.
...
As the Spring Festival approached, the festive spirit in East Capital grew stronger.
Strings of big red lanterns were hung on the streets ahead of time, adding beautiful colors to the city amidst winter.
Fang Cheng exited a sports goods store with a slightly disappointed look.
The store was dazzling with various kinds of fitness equipment, all from major brands.
The saleswoman also had a sweet voice and was very enthusiastic about her sales pitch.
But Fang Cheng could only politely refuse.
Because these things, while fancy, didn’t quite meet his actual needs.
He thought about finding a smithy to customize training equipment to his own specifications.
Just then, a ringtone suddenly sounded from his bag.
Fang Cheng took out his phone and glanced at it.
Seeing an unfamiliar number, he chose to hang up immediately.
Lately, there had been many cases of telephone scams and numerous nuisance calls that were difficult to prevent; it was best to interact less.
Fang Cheng continued walking forward, planning to wander for a while longer.
But after a few seconds, the ringtone sounded again from the bag.
Fang Cheng frowned slightly, took out his phone, and looked at the screen.
It was the same number as before.
