Chapter 369: Chapter 83: Advancement! Cunning Wang Shuo! Phenomenal Commercial Value! Dortmund Can’t Be Without Wang Shuo

Most importantly, the designs were excellent, with a minimalist style. They were quite expensive but highly favored by high-end female clientele.

So, these days, she was completely focused on her career.

Wang Shuo was much the same, actually.

Although they were scheduled to go to Amsterdam in the morning, he had actually stayed in the team-arranged hotel the previous night.

During stretches of consecutive away games, he might not even spend two days a week at home.

That was why, in the United Kingdom or Italy, many thieves liked to target the homes of football players.

Liverpool star Gerrard’s wife had even come face-to-face with a burglar, scaring her half to death.

After sleeping until 5 a.m., Wang Shuo got up right on schedule.

Even though he had slept for less than five hours, it was enough for Wang Shuo.

Five hours of high-quality sleep were enough to restore his energy and get him back in top form.

As he left, Wang Shuo made a point of taking out his phone to post a check-in.

"February 19. It’s still cold at 5 a.m. in Dortmund."

He had just posted the tweet and hadn’t even had a chance to exit the app when a notification popped up.

[Green Grass by the Field] liked his post.

’First again!’

Wang Shuo smiled. Just as he was about to put his phone away, he got another notification, this time a QQ message.

It was from Shen Qinghe, of all people.

"I’m in Dortmund. Do you have time to get breakfast together? I looked it up, and the breakfast at my hotel is supposed to be really good." Below her message was the hotel’s name.

The hotel was right in the middle of Wang Shuo’s daily morning running route.

Wang Shuo was quite surprised.

’Wasn’t she just in Amsterdam last night for the match?’

’How did she get to Dortmund so early in the morning?’

’Could something have happened?’

Wang Shuo immediately gave her a call.

She answered almost instantly.

"I was just wondering if I should call you, but I was worried I’d be a bother." Shen Qinghe’s bright laughter came through the phone. She sounded like she was in a great mood.

That put Wang Shuo at ease.

"It’s no problem, I’m just heading to my daily training. What brings you to Dortmund?"

"To see you, of course."

"Me? What for?"

"It’s not something I can talk about over the phone. When are you free? I can come to you."

Wang Shuo thought for a moment. "How about I come over and have breakfast with you instead?"

「Ten minutes later.」

Wang Shuo saw Shen Qinghe at the hotel entrance.

She was wearing a long, light-beige wool-blend coat. Its classic double-breasted design made her look both elegant and effortlessly chic.

Beneath it, she wore a light, Morandi-colored knit V-neck sweater that immediately drew one’s eyes to her elegant collarbones. The look exuded a sophisticated, graceful aura while still retaining a fresh, youthful energy.

Her sleek, shoulder-length hair framed a delicate and refined face, her features possessing an unadorned, natural beauty.

Her smile, especially, was a ray of sunshine in the cold winter. It was like a cherry blossom just beginning to open—a touch of budding shyness mixed with the serene grace of a flower in full bloom.

Wang Shuo was struck by her stunning appearance at a single glance.

"What brings you here?" Wang Shuo asked with concern as he walked up to her.

"I really do have something to discuss with you!"

"Then let’s find a place to sit first."

The only problem was the time. It was still quite early.

The restaurant and café clearly weren’t open yet, and going up to her room would be too suggestive.

In the end, the two of them found a secluded corner in the hotel lobby and sat down.

The moment Wang Shuo walked in, the front desk staff recognized him. They all rushed over to ask for his autograph and a photo.

Afterward, they eagerly brought them hot coffee and a glass of water.

After they sat down, Wang Shuo first asked how Shen Qinghe was doing.

But Shen Qinghe was clearly more concerned about Wang Shuo’s affairs.

"You know, I never used to like economics, international business, or management. But my dad always said the future was all about economic globalization and that China would inevitably ride that wave, so he enrolled me in the London School of Economics and Political Science."

Wang Shuo nodded. He could guess that Shen Qinghe came from a very well-off family.

’Anyone who could afford to study abroad these days was no ordinary person.’

’And more importantly, she had the money to travel all over watching football matches.’

’Besides, the London School of Economics and Political Science was an excellent university.’

It’s funny how it works with academic majors. You might not like it at first, but as you study, perhaps because of certain events—or certain people—you can grow to love it.

"An upperclassman I knew during my studies in London now works for the Swatch Group in Switzerland, and she mentioned you to me."

"Swatch?" Wang Shuo had never heard of the brand.

"It’s a world-famous watch brand headquartered in Switzerland. The Swatch Group actually owns many World-level watch brands. Besides Swatch itself, there’s also Breguet, Omega, Longines, Tissot, Mido, and others."

Wang Shuo had no idea so many world-famous watch brands belonged to the same company.

Of all those, the one he was most familiar with was Tissot, of course.

That was because Michael Owen had been their brand ambassador, and Wang Shuo had seen plenty of the ads back home in China.

"What did she say about me?"

"She thinks your commercial strategy is a mess—or more accurately, that you barely have one at all."

Wang Shuo froze for a second. After mulling it over, he had to admit she was right.

Up to this point, he had made basically no plans for his career on a commercial level.

’An agent team?’

In reality, it was just Thomas Essien.

And to a certain extent, Thomas Essien wasn’t even a very professional agent.

So, when it came to his commercial affairs, Wang Shuo was starting from square one. He had nothing.