Quinn said unhurriedly, speaking the truth. The profit from official broadcasts in China was imaginable, billions of euros a year was easily achievable, and five percent was indeed a significant profit. He even suspected that the shareholders, in their eagerness, had offered such a generous stake, and it would likely be gone after today.
Hearing this, Lin Yan's heart was deeply moved. As Quinn had thought, five percent was indeed a substantial profit. The concept of official broadcasts of competitions in China was immense; even commentators and streamers relied on their footage. Official broadcasts were the very source of livelihood for these commentators and streamers.
"Have you found a platform to cooperate with?"
"Uh, we have..."
Quinn was taken aback, not understanding why Lin Yan was asking this.
"What platform."
Lin Yan spoke again, inquiring about the platform. He intended to get involved.
Quinn hesitated for a long time, contemplating whether he could disclose this information. It was only when Lin Yan began to walk away again that he quickly and urgently said,
"Xiao Ma Live."
Xiao Ma Live. Lin Yan searched his mind but had no recollection. He pulled out his phone and searched for it. It was a domestic live-streaming platform for sports events, but its traffic was extremely mediocre.
"This Xiao Ma Live is indeed not great."
Glancing at Lin Yan's phone, Venarese leaned in and said. He often watched live streams of beautiful women in China and occasionally sports events. He had also downloaded the Xiao Ma platform. It had been quite good a few years ago, but now its traffic was declining, and there were fewer beautiful women.
"Ask your boss if he's interested in cooperating?"
Lin Yan suddenly asked, catching Quinn off guard. Cooperating with what?
"I also have a live-streaming platform in China. If you're interested, we can cooperate."
Quinn was stunned for a moment, as this was clearly not something that could be decided instantly.
"Alright, move aside. I'll tell you the platform's name. Go discuss it with your board of directors and let them decide. If they don't agree, then consider the five percent as compensation."
With that, Lin Yan walked around Quinn and headed for the door.
"Still not moving aside."
Lin Yan looked at the two bodyguards blocking the door. The somewhat bewildered bodyguards looked at Quinn, who had not yet reacted. He finally understood that Lin Yan had no intention of leaving.
"Open the door."
After the door was opened, Lin Yan walked out. The reason he dared to let them discuss was his confidence. With the promotion from Hao Dong and Lin's company, their platform, while not the absolute best in China, was among the top. Moreover, in motorcycle racing, it was the undisputed leader. Cooperating with them would undoubtedly yield much better results than the previous Xiao Ma Live.
By the time Lin Yan returned to the pit room, it was nearing twelve o'clock. Ren Fei had already been replaced. With Lin Yan absent, Lun Si had taken his place. Lun Si's injuries were not fully healed, but his strength could already be fully exerted. His personality was the complete opposite of Ren Fei's. If Suzuki dared to cause trouble, he would directly confront them. If you dare to crash into me, then we'll both go back to repair our cars.
During Lin Yan's absence, Lun Si had already been involved in three racing collisions. The intensity was akin to a demolition derby. However, Lun Si managed the details well. In the three collisions, although a piece of the car's exterior was knocked off, exposing a corner of the engine, the final collision directly flipped Suzuki's car. This strategy of "inflicting a thousand casualties while suffering eight hundred" actually put Suzuki at a disadvantage. Even Venarese, upon his return, was astonished. Suzuki had already returned to the pit room for repairs.
Lin Yan sat down on the sofa in the pit room. Seeing that Lin Yan looked tired, Su Mojin proactively came over to give him a massage.
"Tell me, how many laps are we ahead now?"
Leaning back in his seat, Lin Yan asked Zhang Mingzhi with exhaustion. Zhang Mingzhi also came closer.
"Including the time wasted on repairs earlier, we are still leading them by four laps."
Four laps. That was a good answer. With Suzuki entering the pit room now, it was unlikely they would be out in less than twenty minutes. Lun Si's actions greatly pleased Lin Yan. The young man had finally proven useful. Of course, his actions were also related to Lun Si's inherent personality. Ren Fei would never have done something like this.
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Suzuki's pit room.
The driver, riding the race car, had to exert great effort to push the car back into the pit room. Just as he was about to sit down and rest, before he could even do so, the person in charge slapped him hard across his sweat-drenched face. Already exhausted, the slap nearly sent him to the ground.
"You idiot, who told you to defend like that?"
The person in charge was furious. The slap didn't seem to appease him, and he was about to raise his hand again. The driver, who had been slapped, was stunned. He was sweating on the track, getting hit, and now he was being beaten upon his return? What was going on? Although the driver was somewhat angry, his gaze instinctively shifted to the assistant behind the person in charge. The person in charge looked back and seemed to sense something. He slowly lowered his hand, turned his feet, and walked towards the assistant.
"Did you tell him to do this? Do you know the consequences of doing this?"
The person in charge said angrily. Everyone around was seeing the person in charge so angry for the first time, standing there trembling. As the ultimate recipient of the anger, the assistant's legs were also shaking. Although he dared to do this, it didn't mean he wasn't afraid of the person in charge, as he was his direct superior.
"I was just thinking for the team. Is that wrong... This... This isn't wrong."
"You're wrong, you bastard!"
The person in charge cursed him again angrily. Even if they won using this method, how much would their reputation suffer? Not to mention anything else, there were already quite a few spectators in the stands cursing them. Even when Lun Si collided with their car earlier, there were cheers. What did this signify? It meant that the audience already strongly disapproved of their behavior.