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Early the next morning, Song Wen was called to the conference room.

The HR manager is a young man who looks to be under thirty years old. He wears a decent suit, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a slicked back hair, which looks out of place with the style of the club.

"Contestant Song Wen," Qin Hualiang shook hands with Song Wen and got straight to the point, "I invite you here today mainly to discuss the salary issue with you."

Song Wen nodded, "Well, Xiao Zhu already told me on the way here."

It took Qin Hualiang three seconds to realize who Xiao Zhu was talking about in Song Wen's mouth.

Qin Hualiang had naturally heard about Song Wen's deeds, but when he saw Song Wen face to face, he still felt that this person was a little different from what he thought he looked like.

It is difficult for Qin Hualiang to describe the feeling Song Wen brought to him.

If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be contrast.

The contrast is too strong.

Song Wen's appearance always gives people the impression that this young man is a humble and peaceful person, but as long as he opens his mouth, he will tell you what "quality" means.

I feel like this kid is different from those Internet-addicted teenagers. He seems to be a little difficult to deal with...

Qin Hualiang muttered in his heart, thought for a while and said:

"The salary I gave you before was indeed a bit too low..."

"As you know, if you charge eight to five thousand yuan, you can earn more than this amount in a month if you go out to serve a job with this face."

Qin Hualiang felt a little uncomfortable being choked by Song Wen, and smiled awkwardly:

"So what kind of salary expectations do you have now?"

After hearing Qin Hualiang's words, Song Wen thought for a while:

"Actually, I'm fine. I really don't care. I play professionally for my dream. I really don't care about money."

Qin Hualiang smiled and nodded. Many young people really do it for their dreams. Although he didn't understand it, he respected it.

Seeing that Qin Hualiang agreed with him, Song Wen seemed very helpful and continued:

"And I also know that the club is in a difficult time now. I am usually the most benevolent and moral person. Although I am popular, I will definitely not take advantage of the club when it is in difficulty."

"Yeah," Qin Hualiang nodded repeatedly and was about to speak when he heard Song Wen say.

“How much is UZI’s salary?”

"ah?"

Qin Hualiang was stunned for a moment, obviously not realizing why Song Wen's topic turned to UZI.

Song Wen's eyes narrowed with laughter.

"I don't care about money, but I think, my brother's salary can't be lower than stains, right?"

Qin Hualiang opened his eyes wide with surprise on his face.

Does this brother know what he is talking about?

How dare he say such a thing?

Who is UZI?

Those are the top players in the LPL. You, a new top laner who has just debuted, how can you have the nerve to open your mouth and say such things?

"Well, this may not be..."

Before Qin Hualiang finished speaking, Song Wen was obviously dissatisfied.

"What do you mean? You mean I can't compare to UZI?"

He looked Qin Hualiang up and down, his eyes full of scrutiny.

"Are you a UZI fan?"

Qin Hualiang shook his head and quickly denied: "I'm not."

"Oh," Song Wen nodded, "You're a jerk."

"..."

Song Wen's unreasonable negotiation method obviously disrupted Qin Hualiang's rhythm, so he chose to show his cards directly.

"Let me tell you this, I communicated with BOSS on the way here. The most our club can give you is this number..."

Song Wen looked at the five fingers raised by Qin Hualiang and frowned, seemingly not very satisfied:

"five million?"

"...five hundred thousand."

Song Wen stood up and was about to leave. Qin Hualiang obviously understood that the young man in front of him didn't play according to the routine at all. He quickly stood up and said:

"Contestant Song Wen, don't worry. If you have any demands, you can tell me."

Song Wen sat down and knocked on the table.

"How much money did I make for the club for an hour of my live broadcast last night?"

Qin Hualiang answered truthfully: "Excluding platform sharing and taxes, it will be almost 1.8 million in the end. But don't worry, we have signed a temporary agreement on this live broadcast income and will give you 50% of it."

"Brother makes 1.8 million in one night, and you give him a small change. How come your conscience is darker than mine?"

After hearing Song Wen's words, Qin Hualiang seemed a little helpless.

"Player Song Wen, this is indeed the price we gave you after detailed discussion. This salary is already very sincere. You are indeed popular now, but it is black and red. I don't know how long this popularity can last. But it is very difficult to achieve the conversion of commercial interests by profiting from black fans.”

Song Wen raised his eyebrows: "Who said black and red can't always be red?"

"You can't just keep riding on UZI's traffic, right? His fans are indeed crazy, but over time, they will definitely react. And you can't expect anti-fans to give you any gifts, right?"

"Look, the situation has become smaller," Song Wen smiled heartlessly, but what he said made Qin Hualiang open his eyes wide, "Who said I can only take advantage of UZI's traffic? There are so many players in LPL, which one I can’t start a group?”

"ah?"

Qin Hualiang looked a little surprised. It was not enough for this brother to offend UZI. Who else did he want to offend?

"The LPL is not enough, the LCK is also fine."

Qin Hualiang was silent for a long time, with a complicated look on his face.

"Um...actually I don't agree with you doing this. Aren't you afraid of offending too many people and making it difficult for you to move outside in the future?"

"It's okay," Song Wen seemed unconcerned, "Brother, just wear a mask and helmet when going out from now on."

"What about your family? Internet violence is very scary, and your family may also be implicated..."

Song Wen blinked: "I am an orphan."

As if he was afraid that Qin Hualiang wouldn't understand, he added: "This is not an adjective."

For the first time, Qin Hualiang felt that his eloquence, which he was proud of, was of no use at this time.

"Let's do this. The annual salary is one million, but I want 65% of the live broadcast share."

…

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RNG e-sports club.

UZI slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up.

He tossed and turned last night and stayed up all night. The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became.

Since debut, when has UZI ever been so angry?

In his opinion, the failure of the game was entirely Letme's fault. He had such a huge advantage in the bottom lane, why did he lose inexplicably? If she loses in the rankings, then Lulu is just an actor, and it is very likely that she is the one behind Black.

The more UZI thought about it, the more unconvinced he became. Without washing his face, he rushed out of the room and found Brother Feng.

"Brother Feng, can we arrange a training match with Snake?"

Brother Feng was a little helpless about UZI's anger.

"Didn't we just finish playing against Snake? There is still one round left in the Spring Split and we will face each other again. The last game was just an accident. What you have to do now is to adjust your mentality."

The little fat man had an expression on his face that said, "I don't want to say it a third time." His face turned red visibly.

"Can we have a training match with snake?"