Football: He suffered a broken leg at the start of the game, but partnered with Haaland!

2:40 PM.

The main office building of Borussia Dortmund, the executive meeting room.

Diana, dressed in a well-tailored dark gray business suit and seven-centimeter high heels, sat at the long table exuding an aura of confidence.

Sun Yang sat beside her, watching his mother wield a knife and engage in a fierce battle with the club's legal team.

Across the table, sports director Zorc kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

"Ms. Diana, your base annual salary has been increased to two million euros. Believe me, this is the highest level of sincerity Dortmund has ever shown to a 19-year-old newcomer." Zorc was trying to hold onto the club's salary floor.

Diana placed her hands on the table, leaning forward, creating a strong sense of oppression.

"Listen, Mr. Zorc, we don't need to beat around the bush. Two million euros? That's barely the weekly wage of a substitute player on a Premier League relegation team. Sun's vision and precision yesterday are absolutely rare in the entire European transfer market."

Her tone was calm yet relentlessly pressing: "Not to mention the vast East Asian market behind him. A fixed price, a base annual salary of two million six hundred thousand euros."

Diana extended three fingers adorned with exquisite manicures and lightly tapped the table.

"First, the buyout clause is €60 million. If he continues to perform well, plenty of top clubs will be willing to pay that amount in two years, and you'll make a guaranteed profit. Second, an appearance fee of €50,000, plus a bonus of €30,000 for each goal or assist. Third, Sun's image rights must be retained at 70%. If you agree to these terms, let's shake hands now."

This series of British business tactics left Zorc completely defenseless. These conditions precisely hit the psychological bottom line of Dortmund's management, leaving no room for negotiation.

Ten minutes later, the signing ceremony was completed in an extremely harmonious atmosphere.

The new contract extends the contract to 2024, with an annual salary of 2.6 million euros plus generous performance-based bonuses. Sun Yang has officially entered the ranks of high-paid players in Europe.

But this was just the appetizer for Diana's work today.

As soon as the two stepped out of the club, Uncle Henry parked his car on the side of the road and hurriedly ran over with a stack of documents in his arms.

"Oh, dear sister, you're finally out! My work phone was ringing off the hook as soon as the competition ended last night. It was all calls from sponsors."

Henry, his face flushed with excitement, rubbed his hands together and said, "Especially those shin guards with the face painted on them inside Sun's socks, they've gone completely crazy on Twitter! Fans all over Europe are asking where they can buy this mysterious piece of equipment from the Monkey King."

Diana opened the car door and sat in the back seat, casually flipping to the top two price lists.

Adidas and Nike.

"Adidas? 800,000 euros a year, three-year contract, full equipment sponsorship." Diana read out the numbers, sneered, and threw the document back into the storage compartment.

"Trying to fool people with this kind of package deal that's designed to lure in rookie trainees? They want exclusive exposure across all channels, but they're not even willing to pay a million. These giants are so arrogant it's disgusting."

"Nike offered 1.2 million euros, what do you think of that?" Henry asked while turning the steering wheel.

"The exclusivity clause is as harsh as signing a contract of servitude. We have to wear their specified shoe models and aren't allowed to show any competitor logos on our private social media accounts." Diana opened her tablet and pulled up Dortmund's list of sponsors. "We're not playing along. Turn around and head to Puma's Dortmund office."

A high-end business club in downtown Dortmund.

Puma's marketing director looked at Diana sitting opposite him, his breathing becoming somewhat rapid.

As Borussia Dortmund's main sponsor, Puma originally hoped to leverage the club's connection to secure the recently popular Sun Yang. However, the offer from Dortmund exceeded their expectations.

"Two million euros in cash, a one-year short-term contract. That's the bottom line, no room for negotiation." Diana took a sip of her black coffee, her gaze sharp. "Furthermore, we're only offering exclusive sponsorship rights for the sneakers. That Monkey King shin guard belongs to Sun's personal super IP. We want 80% of all profits from related merchandise."

She put down her coffee cup and offered a tempting reward: "If you agree to this, as a bonus, Sun will post a picture of herself wearing a Puma training outfit on her Instagram page."

The marketing director took a deep breath. This starting price was practically on par with endorsement fees for top European football stars.

"Frankly, Ms. Diana, your asking price is insane. Sun did play a good game, but he still lacks sufficient long-term validation. There's too much uncertainty."

"It's your lack of guts, sir." Diana shoved a ratings report at her. "CCTV Sports Channel has bought out all of Dortmund's broadcasting rights for this season. You want to tap into the Far East market of over a billion people, and Sun is currently the only fast track. Dare to go big?"

Seeing that the other party was hesitant, Diana directly used her trump card.

"Let's add a performance-based clause to the contract. If Sun scores a goal or provides an assist in the Champions League knockout stage this season, all bonuses from the shoe sponsorship will be doubled. If he doesn't, we'll reduce the two million by 30%. Are you willing to take the bet?"

Champions League goals double!

The exposure from such a top-tier stage is incredibly tempting. If it were to happen, the commercial value generated by scoring a goal while wearing Puma shoes on that stage would definitely be in the tens of millions.

The director made a decisive decision: "Deal! But there must be an additional clause for a signature shoe. If Sun starts and scores in three consecutive Bundesliga matches, we will immediately begin developing the 'Eastern Great Sage' series of signature shoes!"

The two sides hit it off.

When Diana returned to her hotel that evening, she took photos of the two copies of the contract and sent them directly to the family WeChat group.

London, a small Peking Opera theater.

Sun Wu was preparing to brew some goji berries in a chipped enamel mug when his cell phone on the table vibrated twice.

He picked up his phone, opened the large image, leaned close to the screen, and checked each zero three times.

With a clang.

The enamel mug in his hand smashed on the floor, scattering bright red goji berries everywhere.

He shakily pulled out his calculator and frantically typed in the latest exchange rate.

"My God... two million six hundred thousand euros a year, plus two million in endorsement fees..." Sun Wu stared at the long string of RMB figures on the screen, feeling that all his hard work practicing monkey opera day and night for most of his life had been for nothing. "This brat went to Germany to play one game of football, and he earned enough money to renovate this lousy theater a hundred times over!"

He was cursing and swearing, but his eyes couldn't help but redden.

From the day his son was kicked out of Arsenal, he looked at the leg with a heavy cast in the hospital corridor and thought that the Sun family's hopes for the rest of their lives were ruined.

Who could have imagined that such immense wealth would suddenly come crashing down on him? Not only did the son get back on his feet, he also thoroughly humiliated those snobbish people.

Germany, players' dormitory.

Sun Yang breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the notification pop up on his mobile banking app that the first 200,000 euro signing fee had arrived. This is the jungle law of professional football; money is the only standard for measuring true strength.

Just then, Uncle Henry sent a long voice message.

"Sun, your mother has given the order. Your current market value absolutely cannot afford to squeeze into that player dormitory where you can barely turn around. I've asked someone to show you a detached villa with a large private lawn. The yard is big enough for you to practice privately. I'm coming to pick you up now to sign the lease."

Sun Yang casually replied with an OK emoji.

We definitely need to find a more spacious private space. The system's dream training camp requires a completely private space for focused concentration, and constantly worrying about roommates checking up on us isn't a good idea. With the money, we should prioritize ensuring top-notch logistical support first.