Although he was a top-tier young idol, Nando Brandon's income wasn't as astronomical as one might imagine.
His previous endorsement deals were only worth a few million, and there were even quite a few demands.
Even after becoming hugely popular, it was just ten or twenty million at most. Deals starting at three hundred million like this one!
It was like a godsend!
"I... didn't hear wrong, did I?"
Nando Brandon could hardly believe it.
Rich and imposing!
"Correct, it is three hundred million. But there are some restrictions in the terms."
Bran Cook watched Nando Brandon with a cold eye, feeling a sense of disdain inside.
He was just an actor, one who had been hyped up, with not an ounce of acting skill.
Putting on airs in front of me?
What capital does he have?
If the money is right, won't he still call anyone daddy?
"Speak!"
Nando Brandon's attitude took a one-hundred-eighty-degree turn; he even personally moved a chair for Bran Cook, then sat opposite him.
