258: Chapter 258 Two Hundred Thousand a Year

After waiting for more than half an hour, the automatic doors of the terminal opened, and a figure wearing a white dress walked out.

She was pulling a small suitcase, her hair draped over her shoulders, and her skirt hem swaying gently in the breeze.

Walking to the entrance, she stopped and looked around, her gaze scanning from left to right, then from right to left, before settling on Chen Fan.

At that moment, a big smile bloomed on her face, her eyes curving into crescent moons. She let go of the suitcase handle and trotted towards Chen Fan.

Reaching Chen Fan, she stopped, slightly out of breath, the uncontrollable smile still hanging on her face.

Looking at that smile, Chen Fan said grumpily, "What are you running for? You're just going to abandon your suitcase?"

Naza looked back at the suitcase she had left behind, stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, and then turned back to look at Chen Fan with bright eyes.

"I missed you."

Hearing this, even if Chen Fan had truly been angry, he would probably have lost all his anger by now.

"Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry, I already ate on the plane."

"Airplane food isn't filling. Come on, let's go eat first, then I'll take you to the hotel."

"I want to stay at your place."

"Alright then."

Seeing Chen Fan compromise, Naza's eyes curved into crescent moons again.

Chen Fan patted her head, then walked over to pull the suitcase over and shoved it into the back of the car.

After doing all this, he looked at Naza and said, "Get in the car."

"Mm." Naza nodded, then opened the passenger door and sat in.

On the way, Chen Fan looked at Naza in the passenger seat and couldn't help asking, "How did the exam go? Is Beijing Film Academy secured?"

Although he knew that in his previous life, Naza had eventually entered the Beijing Film Academy, his intervention in this life made Chen Fan worry about any potential changes.

"Don't worry, it's no problem," Naza said confidently.

"That's good," Chen Fan nodded.

The next morning, Chen Fan took Naza to Fanti.

On the way, Naza asked curiously, "Brother Fan, why did you decide to do clothing? Games are so profitable."

Chen Fan held the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the road ahead, his tone indifferent: "Who would complain about having too much money?"

Naza tilted her head to think, then asked again, "Brother Fan, what kind of clothes are you making? Do they look good?"

"You'll know when we get there."

"Oh."

Half an hour later, the two arrived at the Fanti company.

As soon as they entered the company, Naza began to look around, her gaze sweeping from the workstations to the hallway, from the hallway to the ceiling, before whispering, "Brother Fan, this place is so small, it can't compare to your game company."

Chen Fan walked in front without turning his head: "Of course, that place is a whole floor, while this is just two hundred square meters. But once it develops later, we'll move to a bigger office. It's enough for now; if it were bigger, it would just be empty, and we'd have to pay more rent."

Naza followed behind him, her steps light, looking around as she walked.

"If your brand develops in the future, can I, as the spokesperson, also bask in some of the glory?"

"It's possible."

Chen Fan knew that the relationship between a brand and its spokesperson was not absolute, but relative.

When a brand has low popularity and hires a famous star as a spokesperson, the star holds the dominant position.

But when the brand's popularity grows, the brand holds the dominant position.

Because being able to endorse the brand is not just about financial gain, more importantly, it proves the star's status.

For example, when Chanel chooses a brand ambassador, it's not about who has the money, but whether Chanel feels your temperament and status are worthy of the brand.

Being able to wear Chanel haute couture on the red carpet is an identity certification in itself, more effective than how much money you earn.

Or take Louis Vuitton, for example; once the list of global ambassadors is released, the industry knows who is currently the hottest.

It's not that the brand needs the star to drive traffic, it's that the star needs the brand to gild their own reputation.

Whatever level of brand you endorse, that is the level of star you are.

This principle is universally applicable in the fashion circle.

Fanti is still far from that level, but Chen Fan's ambition for this brand is not to remain a Taobao store forever.

What he wants to do is ensure that one day, when the list of Fanti ambassadors is announced, it won't be Fanti riding the star's popularity, but stars being proud to endorse Fanti.

This road is long, but since he has already started in the clothing industry, he must develop towards this goal.

Arriving at Li Nan's workstation, Li Nan was busy in front of the computer. On the screen was an open Photoshop file, looking like she was adjusting the layout of the spokesperson poster. Feeling someone approaching, she looked up, her gaze falling first on Chen Fan, then shifting to Naza beside him, a flash of surprise appearing in her eyes.

Chen Fan had previously said he found someone, but didn't say who.

Li Nan had thought it might be some small model, or perhaps a fashion blogger on Weibo, but she didn't expect it to be Naza.

After all, it was the same boss's company; she had also seen the game advertisement for "archangels sword" that Naza and Nick Cheung filmed, so she was somewhat familiar with Naza's face.

"General Manager Chen." Li Nan stood up.

"Let me introduce you," Chen Fan pointed at Naza and said, "Naza, the spokesperson I found for our brand. A blogger with over 100,000 followers on Weibo, a future big star."

Naza, standing to the side, heard Chen Fan calling her a future big star in front of an outsider, and pulled Chen Fan's arm in embarrassment: "Brother Fan, it's still too early for that."

Hearing the address "Brother Fan," a flash of surprise crossed Li Nan's eyes.

The girl in front of her was young, outstanding in appearance, yet she directly called Chen Fan "Brother Fan."

Such an intimate address, it seemed their relationship was extraordinary.

However, Li Nan didn't ask further, nor should she. The less she knew about the boss's private affairs, the better.

She smiled and reached out: "Hello Naza, my name is Li Nan, I am the operations manager of Fanti."

Naza reached out to shake her hand, then said with a smile: "Hello Sister Nan, please take care of me in the future."

Li Nan nodded silently in her heart.

This young girl seemed quite easy to get along with; she didn't display an overbearing attitude just because of her close relationship with the boss.

Chen Fan looked at Li Nan: "Then you and Naza can discuss the endorsement matters. I'm going back to my office to rest for a while."

"Okay." Li Nan nodded, then took Naza to the meeting room next door to discuss the endorsement.

Chen Fan turned back and returned to his office.

Don't know how much time passed, there were two knocks on the door, and Li Nan and Naza walked in.

Chen Fan sat up straight: "How did it go?"

Li Nan stood at the desk, her speaking speed neither fast nor slow: "I've already discussed the cooperation matters with Naza. The shooting time, scope of use, and promotional cooperation have all been confirmed, but the endorsement fee hasn't been confirmed yet."

Chen Fan was stunned upon hearing this. Did he not say it? It seemed he really hadn't.

Thinking of this, he looked at the two: "200,000 a year."

Naza's eyes widened slightly upon hearing this number.

200,000, four times the 50,000 she got for filming the "archangels sword" advertisement.

With her current popularity, 100,000 a year would actually be about right, but Chen Fan still gave 200,000 a year. After all, Naza and he were so close, giving 200,000 a year was nothing.

Besides, once Naza became famous in a couple of years, it would actually be considered a profit.

And Li Nan, hearing this number, originally wanted to say something.

But after glancing at Naza and then at Chen Fan, she seemed to realize something, and then nodded.