218: Chapter 218 Please invite Dilraba and Nezha

In his previous life, when archangels sword launched, it hired two female spokespersons.

One was supermodel Ye Zixuan, who took a sexy route; the other was South Korea's top model, Hwang Mi-hee.

Chen Fan wasn't very satisfied with either of them. In his view, Ye Zixuan's looks weren't particularly outstanding, especially her game costume in the advertisement—aside from showing a bit of skin, which was arguably a selling point, the styling was incredibly cringe-worthy, and she had no fame at all in the country.

Hwang Mi-hee looked decent enough—after all, South Korea's technology was indeed quite good—but she also lacked name recognition in the country.

Therefore, although Chen Fan wanted to hire spokespersons this time, he never intended to hire those two.

He planned to find two beautiful women in the country with an exotic style.

As for why he insisted on an exotic style—the reason was simple. The background of archangels sword was Western fantasy; angels, demons, large wings, the entire art style was European-leaning.

Finding a female star with distinct facial features and a mixed-race vibe to shoot the ad would better match the game's tone.

"President Chen, do you have any specific candidates in mind?" Wang Jing asked tentatively.

"You first look in this direction; once you find them, send me photos," Chen Fan said. "Remember, they don't necessarily have to be big stars. Just beautiful, good figure, and they must have an exotic style after makeup."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jing couldn't help but mutter to herself: Is the boss looking for spokespersons or finding women for himself?

However, she thought about it again and felt it was unlikely.

With Chen Fan's conditions—young, wealthy, and not bad-looking—what kind of woman couldn't he find? Would he need to use the pretext of hiring spokespersons to pull something like this?

It was just that she wasn't beautiful herself; otherwise, she might even have thought about throwing herself at him.

Once this thought popped up, she was startled and quickly suppressed it.

"What, is there a difficulty?" Seeing the complex expression on Wang Jing's face, Chen Fan thought she was worried about finding the people.

"No, no." Wang Jing quickly shook her head, shaking off the messy thoughts in her mind.

"Alright, tell President Fang about this matter; I will have him provide you with support."

"Okay, President Chen."

After Wang Jing left, Chen Fan leaned back in his chair, stretched, and felt bored for a moment.

He wanted to play a game, but unfortunately, there wasn't really anything fun to play at this point in time.

The online games on the market that were worth mentioning were just those few, and none of them were the type he liked.

The game Chen Fan played the longest in his previous life was Riot's league of legends.

It wouldn't launch in the country until September; if he wanted to play now, he could only play on foreign servers.

Playing on foreign servers not only had lag but also required a VPN, which was incredibly troublesome, so Chen Fan hadn't downloaded it before.

However, he was truly bored right now, so after hesitating for a moment, he decided to download it and play.

It took over an hour to download and install the game.

In between, he had to struggle with account registration, VPN configuration, and client updates. Various error messages popped up two or three times, almost making him smash his mouse.

Fortunately, he finally got into the game.

Chen Fan leaned against the back of his chair, looked at the interface on the screen, and couldn't help but laugh.

This interface was fucking retro.

Compared to the interface more than a decade later, it was leagues behind.

However, ugly as it was, that authentic sense of nostalgia still made the corners of Chen Fan's mouth curl up.

He clicked on the tutorial to familiarize himself with the controls first.

The current version was vastly different from later ones—champions hadn't been reworked, the skill icons were ugly as hell, and even the models felt poorly made.

The rune and mastery systems were also the old versions; Chen Fan had forgotten how to allocate masteries.

The opponent in the tutorial level was a computer; he casually picked Master Yi.

After entering the game, he controlled Master Yi to go mid lane. The computer on the opposite side chose Malzahar, that Prophet of the Void.

Chen Fan glanced at the model of the hero on the opposite side and couldn't help but be amused.

"So this is what Malzahar looks like right now?"

The game image of Malzahar on the screen was indeed a bit rough, just like those cheap web games.

But just at this moment, a few names suddenly flashed through his mind: Malzahar, Gulinazha, Dilraba.

Nazha, Reba.

Then Chen Fan's eyes lit up suddenly.

Nazha. Reba.

Aren't these two the ready-made "exotic style" spokespersons?

Both are from Xinjiang, with distinct facial features and deep-set eyes, naturally carrying that exotic and mixed-race vibe, perfectly meeting all his requirements for "beautiful, good figure, and exotic style."

And it is now 2011.

That is to say, right now, they are just two young girls who haven't graduated, have no fame, and might even still be in school.

Hire them as spokespersons?

Chen Fan's fingers tapped lightly on the desk, his brain spinning rapidly.

If he reached out now, given their current level of fame, the endorsement fee would be almost negligible.

For a few tens of thousands, he could sign them.

Their current image is at its purest and most spirited; they don't need heavy makeup at all. Standing in front of the camera, that face is the best advertisement.

A few years later, when Nazha and Reba become A-list young actresses, if he wants to hire them as spokespersons then, he won't be able to get them without millions.

Signing them now is equivalent to buying future top-tier stars at a bargain price.

The more Chen Fan thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

Moreover, this deal is a sure win; even if the advertising effect is average, just tying these two names to archangels sword means that when they become famous later, the topic-worthiness will be ready-made.

He exited the game, picked up the phone on the desk, flipped to Wang Jing's number, and dialed it directly.

The phone rang twice and was answered.

"President Chen?"

"Wang Jing, regarding that spokesperson matter, I have two candidates."

The other end of the line paused, clearly not expecting Chen Fan to have a direction so quickly: "So fast? Please go ahead."

"Two girls from Xinjiang, one named Nazha, one named Reba. Go check and see if you can contact them."

"Nazha... Reba..." Wang Jing repeated these two names on the other end of the line, her tone carrying obvious unfamiliarity and hesitation, "President Chen, are these two... artists? Why haven't I heard of them?"

"It's normal not to have heard of them; they were introduced by a friend, they should be students at an art school." Chen Fan didn't explain much, "You go find them first, and tell me when you do."

"Alright, I'll go check right now."

After hanging up, Chen Fan put the phone on the desk and turned to look at the game on the screen that he hadn't exited yet.

The AI Malzahar was still there last-hitting minions.

The corners of his mouth curved up.

This game session wasn't a waste of time.