"Big nephew, as long as you can spend all these three hundred million within three years, you can inherit all my family property."

The last words of the second uncle before his death surrounded his ears, and Cheng Yan felt that he was not walking on the rough concrete floor, but on the red carpet of Oscar.

A few hours ago, he was a destitute pauper, but now he is a billionaire with a net worth of hundreds of millions.

Cheng Yan never expected that he would have a long-lost rich second uncle.

How hobdid?

Let's put it this way, the fixed assets under the second uncle can roughly reach 300 billion, and the rest of the invisible wealth is estimated to be known only to him.

What is the concept of 300 billion soft girl coins? A small goal every day has to earn nearly seven or eight years.

It's just that if Cheng Yan wants to complete the test of the second master and get this asset, he has relatively strict conditions.

The old man's business spreads all over the world in various industries, but he has never set foot in the hottest e-sports industry at the moment, which has become a heart disease in his heart, so in addition to meeting Cheng Yan's daily basic expenses, the three hundred million must be invested in the field of e-sports, and the three hundred million must be lost through reasonable commercial means, and no valuable assets can be left.

In fact, there is another way to pass the test, that is, to rely on the e-sports industry to earn tens of billions of soft girl coins.

Obviously, it's certainly easier to spend money than to make money.

Moreover, in front of the club's money-burning machine, I was afraid that I would lose my mind if I wanted to make so much money, so Cheng Yan decisively chose to ignore this method.

"It's a tricky thing to spend money..."

Cheng Yan, who was thinking about how to lose, accidentally caught a glimpse of a sign placed at the entrance of the MF Club on the street corner.

"Due to poor management, the club is facing a huge crisis, and the owner has no choice but to decide to sell the club, and interested parties go into the house to interview."

It's really sleepy, someone will send a pillow, and there is no endless road!

MF Club, a giant club known as the ancestor of the e-sports industry, has suffered from a sharp decline in league results and a shrinking valuation due to the broken capital chain, the lack of youth training system, and the lack of players.

Now it is on the verge of relegation, and next year LQL will cancel the relegation system and turn to a league.

In this megatrending environment, if MF FC are unexpectedly relegated, its club value will surely plummet.

So now MF is a hot potato in the eyes of all the bigwigs, but in the eyes of Cheng Yan, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and this kind of baby club must start first.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yan walked in without hesitation.

......

Song Siyuan sat on the valuable leather seat with a decadent face, looking at the sky with an empty gaze, and even a little doubtful about life.

As the owner of MF Club, he is no longer as high-spirited as he was when he first entered the esports industry, the middle level of the club has collectively jumped ship, and all sponsors have refused to renew their contracts, and he really can't think of any miracle to clean up this mess at this time.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Song Siyuan said expressionlessly: "If you resign, just leave directly, you don't need to report to me." ”

Knowing the bleak prospects of the club, he has no intention of retaining the departing staff.

"Boss Song, do you still have employees who can resign?"

Cheng Yan pushed open the door, walked straight to the table under Song Siyuan's surprised gaze, and sat opposite him.

The actual situation of the club was even worse than he thought, except for the seven players who signed contracts and the coaches, the entire MF club was left with an empty shell of the training base.

"If you're going to apply for a player, I'm sorry, but you'd better try it at another club."

After seeing that Cheng Yan was wearing all the stall goods, Song Siyuan naturally regarded him as a dream boy in an Internet café with a dream of e-sports.

"I'm here to talk to Boss Song about a big business."

Cheng Yan poured a glass of water from his ancestral enamel jar and took a sip and said softly.

"Business?"

Glancing at the antique enamel jar in Cheng Yan's hand, Song Si made an expedition, this young man won't watch too many movies, so he is stunned.

"Yes, contemptible, Cheng Yan, I want to buy the MF club."

Cheng Yan said word by word, throwing money at such a thing, you must speak like this to appear to have a tone.

"Young man, have you been hit on the head by a flower pot that fell from the sky recently? Go out and turn left and walk to the head of the fifth hospital, where the psychiatry is not bad, I advise you to go there to see, the disease should be treated as soon as possible. Song Siyuan said disapprovingly, and spit out the suppressed anger in his heart.

Hearing these harsh words, Cheng Yan would definitely have a seizure on the spot in the past, but now it is different.

Rich people must have the cultivation of rich people, and our class must learn to settle accounts after the autumn.

"Okay, you can be regarded as the kind of snob whose words are relatively relaxed, and you have recently been hit by something that fell from the sky, but it is not a flower pot, but a pie, Boss Song has come to see this."

Cheng Yan took out his Nokia from his pocket, unlocked it, and put it in front of him.

"Your savings card account with the tail number xxxx has a transfer income of 3000000000 yuan and a current balance of 300000002.1 yuan on the xxth day of the month x. [Cheng's Bank]"

As his gaze moved slowly on the screen, Song Siyuan's expression changed very excitingly, from disdain at the beginning, to shock.

After counting a few zeros after 3, his eyes shrank and his eyes glazed.

After reading the text message again, Song Siyuan's eyes when he looked at Cheng Yan became a little flattering.

"Boss Song, what are you going to do, if you get close to labor and management, you have to call the police."

Being stared at by Song Siyuan, Cheng Yan kicked the ground and slowly retreated, widening the distance between him and Song Siyuan.

"Plop."

Just when Cheng Yan thought that Song Siyuan was interested in wealth and planned to run away from the door, he suddenly fell to his knees...

The sound of the voice made Cheng Yan unbearable to hear it, and he was really a person who had achieved great things.

"Cheng Xian... Oh no, Daddy Cheng! Help me. ”

Finally waited for you, but fortunately I didn't give up.

The little-known father of the gold lord finally appeared.

"In order to pay my salary, I still owe a lot of debt to the bank, if you don't save me, my wife and children will starve to death."

Cheng Yan looked at Song Siyuan, who had a handful of snot and tears, and was speechless.

Brother just wants to buy your club, but you want to recognize me as a dad?

"Ahem, Boss Song is exempt, let's go discuss the specific matters of transferring shares."

Cheng Yan coughed lightly and helped Song Siyuan up.

"Okay, how dare you call Boss Song in front of you, just call me Little Songzi."

Cheng Yan: "......"

I'll take it, I can't take it.

"Xiao Songzi, I still like your unruly appearance at the beginning, you can recover."

"Okay, sir."

In the end, after a counter-offer, including a training base valued at the outskirts of the magic capital, a stadium in the center of the city, and a bus, the MF club of several players and coaches successfully went under Cheng Yan's name for 250 million cabbage.