It was bustling outside.
Lin Fan looked at Wang Mingyang's expression and suddenly felt like something wasn't right. It seemed like he didn't have good intentions.
"What's with that look in your eyes? Why do I feel like you want something from me?" Lin Fan knew Wang Mingyang too well. This guy was cleverer than anyone else. With those big, resolute eyes of his, something was definitely up.
Wang Mingyang smiled and said, "I have to say, Brother, you're in an impressive situation. You're clearly not a celebrity but the number of fans you have on Weibo is exceedingly high. If you gave it more time, it would only increase. We have such a close relationship. It would be great if you became an ambassador for my future products, eh?"
Lin Fan had known that it wasn't anything good. "You'll have to pay me. And, you'll have to pay me as much as an A-list celebrity would be paid. If it's anything less than ten or twenty million, don't even think about it."
