The reason is simple. President Liu didn't ntion Renault or the Grand Prix, but emphasized his relationship with Peng Sheng and Lu Xiaoman's father.
The subtext is obvious; he doesn't really care about racing, but is more concerned about personal connections!
A businessman who's not interested in racing will find it difficult to share the sa values as a professional driver. They are destined to go separate ways.
Instead of wasting ti, it's better to just be straightforward.
"Little Chen, that's really unfortunate. Hopefully, we can collaborate next ti."
President Liu didn't have much intention to cooperate from the start; it was purely for the sake of an acquaintance.
Since Chen Xiangbei subtly refused, he decided to go along and not continue the discussion.
"Thank you for your kindness, President Liu. I'll make my leave then."
Chen Xiangbei stood up, shook hands politely, and turned to leave.
Watching Chen Xiangbei's back, Lu Xiaoman also stood up to say goodbye, and then they both entered the elevator.
With the elevator door closing, a playful smile appeared on Lu Xiaoman's face as she teased, "Little guy, you're quite ambitious, turning a blind eye to six million despite being broke."
"Sister Man, are you praising or teasing ?"
Chen Xiangbei replied with a mixed expression, knowing full well that Lu Xiaoman, who acted as his "Agent," understood his financial situation.
"Of course, I'm praising you."
After speaking, Lu Xiaoman adopted a serious deanor.
"Xiangbei, your value far exceeds six million over three years. If I knew you were offered such a low price, I wouldn't have brought you here!"
Having previously worked at Huasi Sports, Lu Xiaoman was among China's first batch of professionals exposed to Formula racing. Now accompanying Chen Xiangbei on European circuits, she clearly understood the potential and value of Formula drivers.
Just as celebrities in the entertainnt industry have status, so do professional drivers.
Formula stands as the peak of motor racing, and even though Chen Xiangbei is rely a test driver for the F1 Team, he's already at the top of Chinese drivers, making him the current, undisputed number one in Chinese racing!
Even predecessors like Cheng Congfu and Ma Qingye, who ventured abroad earlier, have essentially been overshadowed by him.
Just as Lu Xiaoman finished speaking, her phone suddenly rang, displaying Peng Sheng's na.
Upon answering, Peng Sheng simply left a ssage.
"et at the underground garage."
Lu Xiaoman was puzzled by this, wondering if Peng Sheng planned to make another attempt at a deal.
With this suspicion, Chen Xiangbei and Lu Xiaoman stood by the red Ferrari F430 waiting.
Soon, as the elevator doors opened, Peng Sheng appeared within their sight.
"Xiangbei, sorry for making this trip in vain."
With an apologetic expression, Peng Sheng originally wished to help Chen Xiangbei secure a major sponsorship.
Unexpectedly, the offer from Lianxiang was so low, not even considering Chen Xiangbei's international influence, but rely adhering to the standard for dostic drivers.
"President Peng, it's normal if comrcial cooperation doesn't work out, but I'm grateful for your help."
Chen Xiangbei replied with a smile, appreciating Peng Sheng's efforts to connect him with others.
However, Peng Sheng shook his head and said, "No, Xiangbei, you just didn't reach an agreent with Lianxiang, but there's still the sponsorship contract with Jiuli Sports."
Sponsorship contract?
Upon hearing this, Chen Xiangbei was dumbfounded.
His racing suit already featured Jiuli Sports' logo, and both parties had signed a company spokesperson contract, so what more sponsorship could Peng Sheng be referring to?
"President Peng, what do you an?"
Chen Xiangbei asked in confusion, unable to grasp the situation.
"Xiangbei, I intend to renew the contract in advance at the price you quoted to Lianxiang."
"Ten million a year in sponsorship fees, a three-year long-term contract!"
Facing Peng Sheng's proposal, Chen Xiangbei and Lu Xiaoman exchanged glances, surprised and shocked by what they saw in each other's eyes.
To be honest, Chen Xiangbei had an omniscient perspective, knowing Jiuli Sports' ultimate comrcial goal was similar to Huasi Sports, aiming to engage in Formula Team operations and event production.
Nevertheless, those plans were for the future, as Jiuli Sports had been established for less than a year and was in the startup phase. Peng Sheng had already obtained advertising space on his racing suit and a spokesperson contract, with no need to rush to "send money" in advance.
"President Peng, are you paying for sentintality?"
Chen Xiangbei jokingly asked, as he couldn't rationalize the matter from a business standpoint.
"Xiangbei, I'm a businessman."
Peng Sheng smiled and then added.
"To be honest, Jiuli Sports is seeking the rights to host the Chinese Grand Prix, and we urgently need to cultivate a Chinese F1 Driver to boost event publicity and overall operations."
"Additionally, the country requires such top-tier athletes to spread China's influence worldwide and showcase its culture."
"Lastly, having a Chinese driver conquer the F1 circuit would cause a phenonal sensation among the masses, implicitly advancing the automotive industry, similar to Japan in the eighties and nineties."
"Chen Xiangbei, your value may far outweigh your own perception!"
Peng Sheng said these words with deep significance.
Initially, Chen Xiangbei's value assessnt focused solely on comrcial monetary value.
Now, Peng Sheng subtly revealed the deeper significance underlying his value, even reaching national levels, akin to Senna being revered as a Brazilian hero.
Zhou Guanyu's 24 appearances at the Chinese Grand Prix, in a certain sense, touched the first threshold, pushing the event's popularity to new heights.
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