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the next day.
Ma Boyuan in the car.
Today is the final of the drone competition in the North China region.
Ma Boyuan drove Cheng Miao to the competition venue.
"You convinced Cheng Miao's mother yesterday?" Ma Boyuan asked, looking curiously into the rearview mirror.
He had a very vivid memory of this mother.
Say something unpleasant.
In some ways, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a shrew.
He had already prepared for Cheng Miao to withdraw from the competition, but he didn't expect that he could actually persuade them.
"Actually, it's nothing much. She just wants Miaomiao to find a stable job and make up for her past regrets."
"What do you mean by making up for regrets? It means finding a stable job."
Now that she was free, Cheng Miao spoke with much more ease.
They're no longer so secretive about their complaints.
"That's good." Ma Boyuan felt much more relaxed upon hearing this, then looked in the rearview mirror: "By the way, if you're going to the border today, how are you planning to sign with the club?"
"Um..." Cheng Miao glanced at Su Chen, then said, "I just wanted to ask, can I participate in the competition as a free agent?"
"A free man?"
These three words made the whole car shudder, and Cheng Miao almost bumped into the front seat.
"What are you doing!"
"Sorry, I got a little excited." Ma Boyuan restarted the car and looked in the rearview mirror: "What's wrong? Signing with a club can earn you more money and make you a star, so why don't you agree?"
"Because free people are free!"
Cheng Miao smiled and said, "Life is precious, love is even more so, but for the sake of freedom, both can be given up."
"Signing with a club is like signing a contract to sell myself. As long as I'm under contract, the owner can sell me to another club at any time. I don't want to be a commodity to be bought and sold."
"But..."
Su Chen said, "Mr. Ma should have some understanding of this kind of capital game, so please stop with the joke about how personal relationships are more important than anything else."
Ma Boyuan fell silent.
Putting everything else aside, just look at his previous apprentice, Alex, the one who kept provoking him in the last match.
That's a perfect example.
He shook his head and asked, "Since you don't have a company, the prize money Yu Weiwei gave you for the competition is gone."
"It doesn't matter, it's all just for fun anyway." Cheng Miao glanced to the side: "Anyway, I have a long-term meal ticket now. If I dare to go hungry, my mom will definitely not let me off the hook."
Su Chen: "..."
......
The car stopped.
The three of them returned to the warehouse they had visited before.
Su Chen looked at the warehouse and wanted to complain. "With signing fees of hundreds of millions or even millions, can't you find a better place to build the racetrack?"
For example, a stadium or something like that.
Why do we have to look for this dilapidated warehouse?
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Before he could even complain...
Cheng Miao then pulled him inside.
The three approached Yu Weiwei: "Sister Weiwei, we're here."
"Hey! You've come at the perfect time."
Yu Weiwei handed over a pair of glasses: "The people in the previous groups are still competing. Take a look at the track first."
"Your opponent should be that South Korean player. Take a good look at her level of competition."
"okay."
.. . ....
Cheng Miao and Su Chen sat there watching the racetrack.
While the two of them weren't paying attention, Yu Weiwei pulled Ma Boyuan aside.
"You're quite the character, aren't you? Planning to sign Cheng Miao while I wasn't looking?"
Ma Boyuan glanced to the side and said with a wry smile, "I wanted to too! But the two of them were unwilling, saying that signing a contract would be like signing a servitude contract, so they didn't agree in the end."
"What?" Yu Weiwei looked at him strangely, her brows furrowing. "She's not planning to get into the drone industry again?"
"No, she plans to participate as a free agent."
Ma Boyuan pointed at Su Chen: "She already has a long-term meal ticket, she doesn't need our short-term meal tickets anymore."
Yu Weiwei turned her head and glanced at it.
Shake his head.
"It's good to be young. You can find any partner you want. Unlike me now, I can't even find a partner."
Ma Boyuan: "...Yin Qing? Did you just call me?"
Yin Qing: "Huh?" (Long time)
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After watching for a while, Su Chen took off his glasses.
"How about it? Feeling confident?"
"If you remove the 'ma' (吗), all I have left is confidence." Cheng Miao also took off his glasses. The track was still the same as before, and now it even felt a bit boring.
"You know, we've been here for days, why hasn't the track changed? Shouldn't you at least change a couple of things to add some novelty?"
Su Chen, nicknamed "217," scoffed, "You think everyone's like you, able to learn just by running around twice?"
"After all, it's a niche sport. If you want it to attract the attention of investors, you have to show them its future market potential."
"And people are the most important prerequisite for the market."
Unless you want a niche brand.
Otherwise, you must work hard to break free from this niche label and enter the mainstream.
That's how you make big money.
Otherwise, it will just be small-scale and meaningless.
Lowering the barrier to entry is the simplest and most effective method.
Take this track, for example.
You could have added more obstacles, or changed the positions of a few things.
However, the race organizers still used the original track design without any changes. This was to allow new participants to quickly familiarize themselves with the track and compete with experienced racers.
Cheng Miao pouted: "By the way, Sister Weiwei said I'd get 10,000 yuan if I won this, but now it's gone. Don't you have to compensate me?"
"Compensation~" Su Chen tapped her: "Let's talk about it after we win."
"We must win."
......
ten minutes later.
The player on the field is substituted.
"Next up is Cheng Miao from our city of Harbin, facing off against the beautiful Ms. Park Il-hye from South Korea!"
Just as Yu Weiwei said.
The opponent in the competition was the girl wearing the blue cotton-padded jacket.
She has a bit of baby fat on her face.
She wasn't as pretty as the women I remembered.
Upon seeing Cheng Miao go on stage, he even let out a sneer of contempt.
Cheng Miao ignored her.
At worst, we'll all perish together. Who's afraid of who?
As the countdown ends.