Mr. Dior : Chapter 17

“…The Demon King has scheduled a meeting for this morning,” Yu Yuan read through today’s work itinerary for Jiao Qi, reminding him of the tasks at hand. “The Demon King has signed the letter of intent, but he put forward a condition. He wants the endorsement deal for ‘Galactic Glory.'”

‘Galactic Glory’ was the new game from Shifei Technology that hadn’t been released yet. It was currently in the closed beta phase and hadn’t gone on public sale.

This was a smart device game that combined VR holographic technology. Paired with Shifei Technology’s VR equipment, players could experience an immersive feeling. It could also be played on a smart device alone without the equipment. The prospects were extremely broad. Just a hint of its release had generated extremely high anticipation.

This endorsement had originally been planned for “Conscience Fed to the Dogs.” Now that Gou Xin had terminated his contract with Banana, the endorsement slot had opened up. The Demon King wanted this endorsement, but this wasn’t something Director Liang could decide on his own, so he had scheduled time with Jiao Qi to negotiate directly with the boss.

Jiao Qi tossed the mosquito repellent into a drawer and opened his computer with a headache, typing in a search: “What do I do if my husband thinks I’m an Omega?”

Nobody had ever asked this question before. The related searches only showed things like:

“What do I do if my husband thinks I’m cheating on him?”

“What do I do if my husband thinks I’m an ugly old hag?”

“What do I do if my husband loves me too much and won’t let me leave the house?”

What kind of mess was all this? Jiao Qi frowned and clicked on these questions. The answers below were even more bizarre.

“Xiao Mei: I used to have this kind of worry too. Ever since I followed the XX beauty account, my face isn’t yellow anymore, the door is open, and my husband isn’t cheating either.”

“…” People who made ads really needed to spray themselves with a bottle of inhibitor to suppress that overflowing pestilence of a scent.

A knock sounded at the door. Jiao Qi quickly closed the search window and asked the person outside to come in.

“Hello, President Jiao.” The visitor was a tall, handsome young man. Unlike his usual casual look during livestreams, today he was wearing slightly more formal clothes, looking handsome and proper.

The Demon King, full name “Art the Demon King,” because he felt that his gaming was an art form. His real name was Wang Mo, a former professional esports player who had won the world championship. He was good looking and had a way with words. He was the ace streamer of Big Face Livestreaming.

“Mr. Wang, please have a seat.” Jiao Qi invited him to sit on the sofa and carefully observed the big streamer before him. He had to admit, there was a reason for his popularity. With Art’s face alone, he would never be short of fans.

“Haha, normally nobody calls me by my real name. You calling me Mr. Wang, I didn’t even react for a moment.” The Demon King grinned, showing two small fangs.

When he didn’t speak, he was a cold and handsome man. When he opened his mouth, he was filled with a strangely cute vibe. His extremely infectious smile even made Jiao Qi’s lips curve up slightly.

“Director Liang told me about the contract matter. If you have any other requests, we can discuss them.”

Wang Mo bared his teeth. This old fox was indeed different from Director Liang. He clearly knew what he wanted, yet deliberately didn’t spell it out. “To be honest, the signing fee Banana is offering is pretty standard. Other platforms can match it too. I’m a nostalgic person, and I don’t want to move easily. But I really like Shifei’s new game, ‘Galactic Glory.'”

‘Galactic Glory’ was set in a future interstellar era, in the Galactic Empire where anyone could become a mecha warrior. Previously, because Gou Xin looked like a certain NPC alien in the game, he had been chosen for the endorsement.

If this endorsement went to the Demon King, they could have the handsome protagonist as the spokesperson instead. Originally, Jiao Qi had planned it this way too. But offering it proactively and having the other party ask for it produced different results.

Jiao Qi didn’t speak. He just looked at the Demon King with calm eyes.

“Ahem, then I’ll be direct. I want a three year endorsement for ‘Galactic Glory.'” Mr. Art couldn’t help but speak up. This game combined both competitive and entertainment elements. With the VR equipment, it was a high level competitive arena. Without it, it was a casual game. Suitable for home, commuting, professional competitions, any occasion. It was bound to blow up.

And from internal news, Shifei planned to invest heavily in promoting this game, even preparing to establish a professional league. If he could become the long term spokesperson for this game, it would be enormously beneficial for his status and future in the gaming circle.

“Endorsements aren’t given for three years. Even international luxury brands sign year by year. I can help you fight for it on Shifei’s end, but three years is impossible.” Jiao Qi spoke unhurriedly, when suddenly he received a text message.

[Zhang Da Diao: Has the temporary marking worn off yet?]

Jiao Qi couldn’t help but blush, replying with a single word: “Scram.”

Over on the other side, Zhang Chenfei saw this reply and smiled delightedly. His little wife was truly adorable. Poke him once and he would get so shy he seemed about to explode. Clearly a delicate Omega, yet always putting on an Alpha’s strong front. It was simply too thrilling.

With Zhang Da Diao stirring things up like this, Jiao Qi found the very normal and easy to communicate with person across from him much more pleasing to the eye. He simply stopped playing games: “Actually, Shifei has their eye on you. If it weren’t for saving the slot for Banana, they would have approached you long ago.”

The implication was clear: as long as you sign with Banana, this endorsement is yours.

“If the first year goes well, they’ll definitely renew for a second year. You should have that confidence in yourself.”

Wang Mo was immediately happy, but then thought something wasn’t quite right. If he couldn’t get a three year contract, and he jumped to another platform next year, he wouldn’t be able to take the endorsement with him either.

“‘Galactic Glory’ hasn’t started yet, but it will definitely become the hottest livestreamed game in the future. At Banana, you can get the best resources and first hand competition invites. For Shifei’s events, Banana’s streamers get priority.” As soon as he said this, Jiao Qi suddenly felt like he was that little wife who acted recklessly because her husband doted on him. He pressed his fist to his lips to cover his twitching mouth.

Mr. Demon King didn’t find anything odd about this statement. In fact, this was common knowledge in the industry. The boss of Banana and the boss of Shifei were husbands. It was a natural advantage.

There was nothing left to hesitate about. Art stood up and shook hands with Jiao Qi: “Then I’ll be counting on the boss to look out for me from now on. Would you do me the honor of having lunch together at noon?”

“Bang!” Just as he was speaking, the president’s office door was pushed open without warning.

Zhang Chenfei had thought it over and over, and still felt uneasy about leaving his little wife, who was approaching his heat cycle, all alone. So he came over to accompany him for lunch, and by the way, drive away any Alphas trying to get close. Sure enough, as soon as he entered, he saw a suspected Alpha man holding his little wife’s hand.

He walked over in three or four strides, shielding his little wife behind him. The Marshal’s expression was unreadable as he stared at the man across from him: “You’re an A?”

Wang Mo was taken aback. He was called Art the Demon King. Most people called him Art or Demon King. This was the first time someone had called him by just a single letter. But this was a big boss, a legend in the gaming world. Being able to remember a single letter was already pretty good.

“That’s right, I am A.” The streamer showed his two small fangs.

The CEO narrowed his eyes. Hah. Just as he suspected.