Technology: Start by selling mobile phones

A few days later.

Rongcheng, New District, Software Park.

Contrary to what most people expected, the headquarters of King of Glory is not in Shanghai, but in Rongcheng, where Nietzsche’s mobile phone is located.

Not far from the software park, in a "Gaoan Teahouse" next to the CBD Global Plaza.

Mo Ran gently put down the teapot in his hand, and his eyes fell on the man opposite the coffee table.

"Mr. Zhu, I specially invited you here today because I want to discuss a cooperation with you."

Mr. Zhu, Zhu Xiaobin, is currently the head of the business development department of "Honor of Kings".

A few days ago, with Wen Wan's help, I contacted an insider of "King of Glory", and after several twists and turns, I finally succeeded in making an appointment with Mr. Zhu Xiaobin.

"Xiao Xie told me about this."

Zhu Xiaobin took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and then skillfully revealed the Rolex on his wrist.

He glanced at his watch and said:

"I have a meeting later in the afternoon. Xiao Mo, please hurry up. What kind of sponsorship cooperation do you want to discuss specifically?"

Mo Ran could feel the perfunctory, and his eyes fell on the exquisite Rolex worth about one hundred thousand.

Smiled slightly and said:

"Mr. Zhu, I have prepared a sponsorship contract. You can take a look."

After that, he gently pushed over a sponsorship contract.

Seeing Zhu Xiaobin pick it up, he continued:

"I hope to become the exclusive main sponsor of the official event of 'Honor of Kings' and the only designated mobile phone for the official event."

"besides……"

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Xiaobin directly pushed back the sponsorship contract with a look of sullenness on his face.

"Mr. Mo, stop talking. Are you kidding me?"

"Your sponsorship contract is for five years once signed. The sponsorship fee is 500,000 in the first year, 1 million in the second year, 1.5 million in the third year, and the fourth year..."

"Your conditions are simply a fantasy and a waste of time!"

After saying a few words, Zhu Xiaobin couldn't help but shook his head repeatedly, his eyes already impatient.

If my colleague Xiao Xie hadn't found him personally a few days ago, saying that a friend wanted to sponsor "Glory of the King".

It happened that "King of Glory" was also preparing to attract investment at this time, otherwise it would have been absolutely impossible for him to come out to meet Mo Ran in person.

really.

Listen to what the conditions are. It’s simply outrageous that my mother opened the door for outrageous things!

It's so outrageous.

The commercialization of League of Legends next door has begun to take shape, and the combined sponsorship fees of major brands have reached tens of millions every year.

Honor of Kings has indeed just started, and its scale and market are not comparable to League of Legends, but it is not so cheap!

Moreover, five years after signing?

hehe.

Even The Voice knows that sponsorships need to be signed once a year, and the price will increase the next year after it becomes popular. Do you think you are a fool?

the most important is.

His eyes fell on the name on the cover of the sponsorship contract - Nietzsche Mobile Phone!

Do all the cats and dogs want to be the main sponsor?

Mo Ran didn't care. Zhu Xiaobin's reaction was completely within his expectation.

"Mr. Zhu, the King of Glory has only been open for three months, and the number of players is not very large."

"And all I want is the sponsorship rights for the 'Honor of Kings' competition..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Xiaobin's face became even more impatient, and he seemed to have no interest in listening to Mo Ran anymore.

After a moment, he simply waved his hand to interrupt.

"Mr. Mo, let's be honest, the conditions you gave us are impossible to pass."

"and……"

"The brand of your Nietzsche mobile phone is obviously not enough. It is okay to be a general sponsor, but it is impossible to become a special mobile phone sponsor for the competition."

Speaking, Zhu Xiaobin shook his head.

"How about this is it for today? I'll have a meeting later."

After saying that, Zhu Xiaobin stood up and prepared to leave.

Mo Ran couldn't help laughing, watching Zhu Xiaobin turn around to leave, and said slowly:

"Mr. Zhu, don't worry, business cannot be done without righteousness."

"I'm not asking you to come here empty-handed today. I've specially prepared some souvenirs for you. Do you want to take a look?"

Souvenir?

Zhu Xiaobin retracted his originally stepped foot and turned around slightly.

The next second, his originally impatient eyes suddenly condensed.

I don’t know when, but an ordinary box suddenly appeared on the square tea table.

The lid of the box was open, and inside were stacks of red banknotes. Upon closer inspection, the amount was at least more than 200,000 yuan!

After a while.

His expression kept changing, and finally his eyes fell on Mo Ran's face.

"Mr. Mo, what do you mean?"

"Are you testing me with this?!"

Mo Ran still had a smile on his face, gently closed the box, and then quietly pushed it in front of Zhu Xiaobin.

"Mr. Zhu, you misunderstood. I just want to make friends with you."

Zhu Xiaobin kept his eyes on Mo Ran. After turning around for a few times, he finally sat down without leaving any trace.

"Forget it, I've heard my friends mention your name many times, Mr. Mo, and I've wanted to be friends with you for a long time!"

"Since we are friends, I will listen to your thoughts."

Mo Ran laughed.

After filling Zhu Xiaobin's tea again, he said:

"According to Mr. Zhu, is the contract term too long?"

Zhu Xiaobin's face no longer had the previous impatience, he shook his head and said:

"It's not just a matter of the contract being too long."

"It's not easy for you to be the main sponsor of official games and the only dedicated mobile phone for official games."

"First of all, your mobile phone must meet our requirements."

Mo Ran nodded slightly, and then took out a new mobile phone that had been prepared for a long time.

"To tell you the truth, this is a special mobile phone we specially prepared for 'Honor of Kings'."

"This phone runs full image quality and full special effects without any problems."

"And this phone has not been named yet, and it can even be a co-branded phone of 'Honor of Kings'."

Zhu Xiaobin's eyes flashed with surprise, and he immediately took it. After a few minutes of testing, he completely believed what Mo Ran said.

really.

This phone runs "Honor of Kings" with full picture quality and full special effects without any problems!

"Now the problem with the mobile phone has been solved."

"However... the sponsorship contract is too long and the price is too low!"

"According to the current requirements of the headquarters, our sponsorship contract can be signed for a maximum of two years. It is absolutely impossible for your five-year contract to be approved."

"It's impossible for five years. What about the 2+1 contract?"

"2+1?"

Seeing Mo Ran calmly come up with another contract, Zhu Xiaobin fully realized that Mo Ran was not as simple as he thought.

He thought for a moment, took the contract, and Mo Ran answered:

"In this 2+1 contract, I will give 1 million sponsorship fees in the first year, 2 million in the second year, and 3 million in the third year, for a total of 6 million in three years. Moreover, we will sponsor all mobile phones used in the competition for free in the three years. ."

"but!"

“After three years, when the contract is renewed every year, we should have priority in renewing it!”

Zhu Xiaobin's face became serious.

To be honest, the offer for this 2+1 contract is much more sincere than the previous contract.

but.

If you want to sign a three-year contract at one time, it may be difficult to pass.

"Mr. Mo, I can feel your sincerity."

"It's just a three-year contract..."

"Also, I'm afraid the brand quality of Nietzsche's mobile phone will not pass. I am not the one who has the final say at the headquarters."

"I'm afraid it's difficult."

Mo Ran poured himself a cup of tea leisurely.

This time he looked directly at Zhu Xiaobin. After a few seconds, he landed on the ordinary box again.

"That's your problem, Mr. Zhu."

"I believe you must have a way. After it is done, you will still have the same souvenir!"

Zhu Xiaobin took a deep look at Mo Ran, and finally his eyes fell on the box.

After a while.

He gritted his teeth.

"I'll try my best!"