"Sign up your club to play MMA?" Han Lan looked at the people sent by the Castile Champions Club with a weird look. The news from this club seems to be not very well-versed?

"Mr. Han, I know you are a well-known Chinese actor, but the salary of MMA professional players is not lower than that of actors. Moreover, the treatment given to players by our Aodong Club is at the front-line level in the entire Western Europe. If you can win this year's MMA Western Europe gold belt, you can also win the favor and endorsement of various big brands. Annual income of 30 million euros is not a problem!" The manager advised with a smile.

It can be seen that he is very confident.

The annual income of 30 million euros is not enough for many actors. Even in the movie holy place of Lighthouse Country, this can already rank in the top ten.

However, what surprised him was that Han Lan seemed not very interested in the high salary he raised.

"Thirty million euros are converted into Chinese currency about 200 million, less than 300 million?"

"Yes." The manager nodded with a smile, and the amount of Chinese currency converted into is even more exaggerated. How about it, are you not moved?

Han Lan looked at him with a smile: "Sir, I think you should do your intelligence work first before you come. Do you know that actors are just my side job. I have another identity in China, called Traffic Young Fresh Meat."

"watt?"

"It means the most handsome young star in China." Han Lan explained seriously.

The manager stared at him blankly: "So?"

"So my pay is very high. Take the previous movie "Huo Yuanjia" for example. Guess how much pay I can get based on the market price?"

The manager shook his head.

"At least 120 million! I also have my own albums, and if I like them, there are various variety shows and TV series. I will shoot seven or eight of him in a year..."

The manager listened to Han Lan's words and was stunned: Can Chinese celebrities make money like this?

Joseph and Pablo next to him also had their eyes straightened. Although Joseph had worked with the Chinese crew, he basically worked with Yang Jie and the others, and had never had contact with young and handsome guys. Han Lan was the only young and handsome guy he had ever met. When he filmed "Blade Rescue 2", Han Lan still starred in a low pay, so the salary was not very exaggerated.

But now when he heard Han Lan talk about his worth, Joseph realized that his buddy was richer than he thought!

"Mr. Han, are you kidding? A top actor in Lighthouse Country cannot get such a high income..."

Han Lan shrugged: "Everyone said, come and poach people after the intelligence work is done. You can find someone to go to China to find out my value. My name is Han Lan, the most popular young man in China. You can find any Chinese person to ask about it."

They spoke Spanish, and Li Mingbo couldn't understand it, but when he saw Han Lan's familiar face, he could roughly guess what he was squeaking.

For the first time, I saw someone so proud of his identity as a young and popular man.

The manager also smiled awkwardly.

Originally, I thought that Han Lan would willingly sign their club to help them play games with a big cake of 30 million euros. Now it seems... it seems that they are richer!

Han Lan smiled and patted his shoulder: "Sir, I know why you are in a difficult situation now. There are still a few ring challenge games that will not be able to play next, right?"

"This is indeed a reason..."

"Although we signed a letter of responsibility before we went to the arena, I don't have to be responsible for the boxing champion being sent to the hospital, but... we Chinese have always been responsible. Since this matter was caused by me, I am willing to help you."

"What does Mr. Han mean?"

"One million euros are a game." Han Lan said in a prelude.

"Cough cough..." The manager almost choked to death by his saliva.

Ten million euros per hand?

Do you think it is your Chinese currency?

No, Chinese currency doesn’t dare to quote like this!

"Mr. Han, we can't accept your price, it's too high... And our main problem now is not the next ring challenge, but the MMA Western European Championship. I wonder if Mateo can reply before the championship starts."

"Oh, then I can't do anything. I'm going to go back to China to make movies in a few days. You know, I'm the most popular young man in China."

"..." Manager.

"Let's discuss with your club when you go back. If you have any needs, you can come to me at any time. I am actually very happy to help you." Han Lan showed a sincere smile.

The manager squeezed out some smiles and went back with his assistant.

Seeing the club manager leaving, Joseph asked Han Lan nervously: "Han, what's the one in your Chinese country? Are traffic-producing young and handsome guys really profitable?"

"certainly."

"Then look at me, do you think I can go to your China to be a traffic-produced young man?"

"you?"

"Yes, there are me and me." Pablo couldn't help asking.

A year is equivalent to tens of millions of euros of income!

Anyone would be moved!

If you can make such money, who would have gone to Lighthouse Country to be a stunt actor!

Han Lan looked at the two furry and muscular foreigners and imagined the scene where the two of them debuted on the stage wearing bling bling (shiny) performance costumes and singing and dancing raps from time to time.

Hiss ~

"Ahem... Joseph, Pablo, this traffic-produced young and handsome, petite and lovely blue kid like me. You two...apart from height and gender, none of them meet the standards."

"..." Joseph, Pablo.

"Joseph, Pablo, in fact, most of the traffic-produced young and handsome guys don't have that high income. Only the top-notch people can have high incomes like me. This difficulty is not easier than you are in the Lighthouse Country." Han Lan explained again.

The two of them smiled, but they didn't continue to worry about the young man's problem.

At this time, Li Mingbo came up and handed the phone to Han Lan: "Han Shuai."

Han Lan looked at the caller ID and it was Fang Qiaorui's.

Han Lan subconsciously glanced at Li Mingbo, who shook his head innocently and said that he had not criticized him for reporting.

Han Lan then answered the phone: "William? Long time no see Sister Qiaorui..."

"Son, it's me." Han Yiping's voice came from the other end of the phone. He sounded in a bad mood. He could vaguely hear Fang Qiaorui being scolded by Tan Lun for squatting on horse stance...

Han Lan's smile also froze and she said awkwardly: "Dad..."

"I asked An Yi to take someone to find you, and you will go back and send her the address. It's a fool! I'm a slap, you are an artist, why did you go to the ring?"

"Dad, you have such a sensitive message..."

"Nonsense! I saw that Fang Qiaorui came back alone and I knew what you wanted to do again. I kept staring at Western Europe. I said, "It's okay if you shoot a martial arts scene, why are you still fighting with someone? What should I do if you get injured? In the video, your back was bruised? Oops... Why did the foreigner kill this day have no sense at all!"
Chapter completed!