"President Zhang, my friend asked me to discuss an issue with you. Regardless of the outcome, please don't scold me!" The agent on the other side of the WeChat message said with a slightly apprehensive attitude as they got to the point.
"What's the matter? I have a competition to attend soon. If it's not urgent, we can discuss it after the match!"
"No, don't hang up the phone! To be honest, it's about the competition! I won't beat around the bush—aren't you competing in the FTT station tournament? You've advanced with two wins, right?"
Zhang Yang nodded: "Yes! The third match is starting in less than ten minutes! According to the rules, I've already advanced!"
"For the third match, could you take it easy? A good friend of mine contacted me and is hoping you could ease up a bit. It won't affect your overall competition score, and he's willing to offer some compensation to you!"
"Impossible!" Upon hearing the agent's request to ease up, Zhang Yang rejected it without hesitation.
