Quinn reached out to block Lin Yan, wanting to speak, but he had run too fast and was out of breath.
"Behave yourself."
Lin Yan kicked Venares beside him. The old guy was still staring at the buxom receptionist.
Kicked twice by Lin Yan, Venares straightened himself, withdrew his gaze, and transformed into a suave Western gentleman, a far cry from the lecherous uncle he was before. This scene made the receptionist, who had been ignoring him, steal a few more glances.
Only after kicking Venares did Lin Yan finally look directly at Quinn.
He had long guessed Quinn's purpose. No matter how powerful the racing association was, they wouldn't let their money-making tool leave.
"Lin Shen... I have already requested permission from our shareholder meeting. As long as you don't leave, we can discuss any conditions, no, we can agree to any conditions."
Quinn, holding his knees, stood bent over on the ground, panting. He seemed afraid Lin Yan wouldn't agree, so he changed his words at the end.
"I'm not interested. Our team is currently focused on..."
"What if I insist on leaving?"
Lin Yan still had a bad attitude, but he stopped walking. He didn't bother to ask the old man's difficulties; it had nothing to do with him.
The reason he stopped was to see if he could get something out of it. After all, Lin Yan fundamentally didn't intend to have Ducati withdraw from the 24-hour endurance race. Otherwise, Lin Yan wouldn't have walked so slowly, and Quinn wouldn't have caught up so quickly.
"If you insist on leaving, if you insist on leaving, I'll... I'll lie down here and block you."
After hesitating for a moment, Quinn couldn't think of a good solution and resorted to being unreasonable, preparing to lie down at the main entrance.
Venares glanced at him. This guy was quite interesting, able to block the door like this.
"Tell me, what can you offer? If I'm satisfied, I won't leave."
"So you're not leaving?"
Upon hearing this, Quinn's face suddenly showed surprise, and his movements slowed down. He didn't continue to lie down.
"You tell me, you've blocked the door, how can I leave?"
Lin Yan said irritably. Although he said that, it was mainly because he truly had no intention of leaving. Getting something was the priority.
He wasn't short of money, but he also wanted to make money.
Cough cough!
Quinn cleared his throat. Seeing that Lin Yan really wasn't leaving, his worried heart settled. He stood up completely and said,
"First, I will send people to handle the penalty for the violation. This will be handled impartially and will definitely satisfy you. As for your compensation, we plan to give you some shares from the broadcasting revenue in China."
As he spoke, Quinn cautiously watched Lin Yan, afraid that he might accidentally anger the Ducati boss again.
Ducati was different. Besides being one of the six major manufacturers, it was backed by China, a populous country. Population determined the number of viewers, which was one of their main sources of income, so they couldn't afford to offend them easily. As for the broadcasting he mentioned, it was the recent shareholder meeting's plan to broadcast the race in China to increase the association's revenue.
A populous country was also a good place to make money.
"Oh?"
Hearing the word "broadcasting," Lin Yan raised an eyebrow, showing some interest. Broadcasting was not a small amount of money, and he wasn't interested in small amounts.
Broadcasting referred to official broadcasts in China similar to MotoGP and the Isle of Man. The 24-hour endurance race did not have this in China yet. Currently, there were very few competitions broadcast in China. Therefore, even streamers weren't broadcasting 24-hour races in China because there were no video channels. Hao Dong was directly live-streaming from the scene.
"How much?"
"Two percent!"
"Then there's nothing to discuss. Tell your people to get lost."
Lin Yan immediately got angry.
Quinn was amazed by the speed of his change of expression, faster than the face-changing performers he had seen in China. Was this a specialty of China?
"No, no, no, five percent, five percent."
Quinn spoke again, his tone laced with nervousness this time.
Five percent was the bottom line given to him by the shareholder meeting. He had originally intended to negotiate, but he didn't expect the other party to not buy it at all.
Although Quinn had revealed his bottom line, Lin Yan still felt it was too little. Five percent profit a year was indeed a lot, but their Lin Corporation wasn't interested. This small deal wasn't worth the time.
Lin Yan didn't understand finance, but he was extremely knowledgeable about racing and anything related to the racing field.
Seeing Lin Yan about to turn and leave again, Quinn became anxious.
"Then what do you suggest?"
Quinn threw the question back to Lin Yan. The biggest director had only given him these instructions. If Lin Yan didn't agree with these plans, then he had no other options.
"Tell me, what do you mean by your China broadcast?"
China broadcast.
Quinn didn't understand why Lin Yan suddenly asked about this, but he quickly thought of something and said urgently,
"Lin Shen, this five percent is already the limit. We can't give any more."
"Don't worry, I'm not someone who covets your petty profits."
Lin Yan wasn't concerned about small profits, but large ones.
Carefully observing Lin Yan's expression and seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Quinn breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice,
"Broadcasting competitions in China was a direction our senior management prepared at the beginning of the year. We have already found platforms in China, and next year the endurance race will be officially broadcast on these platforms. You can check this information online."