"Hehe, when you go home and have nothing to do, I'll bring your Aunt Zhuo over to see you." The old man laughed, sat next to Monk Jueyuan, touched Monk Jueyuan's bald head with his hand and said, "Oh, Monk Jueyuan has grown so tall?" It seems that the food in Shaolin Temple is very good. ”

Chen Jie sat opposite and twitched his face.

Although Jueyuan is Chen Jie's junior brother, he is also in his thirties in terms of age, no more than a few years younger than the old man, but the old man talks to Jueyuan in such a tone that he talks to children and juniors. There is no way, who let Chen Jie's seniority be there, and who let the identity of the old man be there. According to the seniority, the old man can be regarded as a person of his ancestors.

What the donor said was that the little monk also felt that the food in the dining hall was much better because of the arrival of the little uncle. But after all, the little monk is a monk, and these things are just a stomach in the eyes of the little monk. Amitabha. Jueyuan put down his chopsticks and gave a Buddhist salute to the old man.

"Not bad, yes, talking." The old man said with a smile, very praised by Jueyuan's first sentence, after all, in his opinion, praising Chen Jie is no different from praising himself.

Chen Jie is also very happy, no matter whether what Jueyuan said is true or not, it reflects the importance he attaches to himself.

"You eat quickly, I brought some well-framed scriptures, you can go and see if there is anything you need, take it first." The old man urged Jueyuan to eat faster.

Every time the old man came to Shaolin Temple, in addition to contributing a lot of sesame oil money, he would also bring some scriptures to give to Shaolin Temple. The sesame oil money is for the outer temple, and the scriptures are for the inner temple, all of which are to their liking, so most of the people in Shaolin Temple like the old man very much, otherwise the old man would not have said that he would take Chen Jie away and take Chen Jie away.

"Amitabha, the little monk thanked the donor." Jueyuan gave a Buddha gift again, and sure enough, the speed of eating was much faster.

Chen Jie secretly gave the old man a thumbs up, and the old man waved his hand, signaling that everything was under control. The tacit understanding between the two speaks for itself.

"Old man, you're not here just to see me, are you?" Chen Jie asked, he didn't believe that the old man in the winter took Aunt Zhuo all the way here because he thought about himself and came to see himself.

"Of course not, you don't have that much face."

Chen Jie was injured and suffered a very serious heartache.

"Old man, I feel like you don't love me as much as you used to." Chen Jie's expression was serious, expressing his dissatisfaction.

"You're so old, not as cute as you were when you were a child, why do you love you? Besides, you don't love me first, you only love your little Axiang now, only me and your Aunt Zhuo are left with each other, and they can only appreciate and love each other. The old man fought back sharply and left no piece of armor for Chen Jie.

Chen Jie was defeated and raised his hands to surrender.

"And what are you doing today?" Chen Jie asked again.

"Come and see your team, and by the way, cooperate with Master Yongxin." The old man said.

"Uh." Chen Jie was stunned for a moment, "What else do you have to work with?" You're not asking Shaolin Temple to form a video game club, are you? Chen Jie smiled.

"Yes." old

Head said.

"Damn, it's really fake!" Chen Jie jumped up and looked at the old man in surprise, "Are you kidding?" How can the people of Shaolin Temple participate in esports competitions? If this is known to the outside world, it will not be punctured in the backbone? ”

"Who said that this group of monks should participate in the competition." The old man waved his hand to signal Chen Jie to be calm, "Such a big person, how can he be as shocked as a child." ”

"So, who are you going to let represent Shaolin Temple in the competition?" Chen Jie stretched out his head to look at the old man, and the old man also looked at Chen Jie.

After looking at each other for a long time, Chen Jie understood.

"Me?"

The old man nodded.

"But I have a clan." Chen Jie sat back in his place, obviously unhappy, he didn't want to throw Li Ziren and them. From a certain point of view, Li Ziren can be regarded as the one who saved Chen Jie and gave Chen Jie the motivation to participate in the national competition again.

They cannot be forsaken in the time of richness. Gou Fugui, he still understands the truth of not forgetting each other.

"Then you go along." The old man said.

"Really?"

"Really!"

"You're so nice, old man, I find out that I love you more and more, hahaha." Chen Jie was happy. Chen Jie was happy.

After being happy, Chen Jie asked again: "Does the club pay salaries, provide training venues, and provide logistics?" ”

"Both." The old man nodded, "Now you want to dig the flesh off me, and raise you for nothing, white-eyed wolf." The old man sneered.

"How did you raise me? Isn't the club of Shaolin Temple paid for by Shaolin Temple? Chen Jie was puzzled.

"The Shaolin Temple Club is borrowing the name of the Shaolin Temple, I pay for it, I'm the boss, you know a fart!" The old man slapped Chen Jie on the head.

"Good, good." Chen Jie surrendered.

The two chatted for a while, Jueyuan also finished eating, the old man took Jueyuan to get the scriptures, and Chen Jie returned to the courtyard to call everyone together to announce the matter.

In the past, they could only be said to be reckless, and several people worked together on impulse, without thinking about the future. Chen Jie didn't take the initiative to mention their salary, and they didn't ask Chen Jie for it, even if Bing Xiaotian said it before, it was just a joke, they didn't win the championship of the city competition, naturally they didn't have the 200,000 bonus, and Bing Xiaotian didn't give up.

These people are not short of money, but they are not short of money, not the money given by him Chen Jie, Chen Jie still feels guilty, otherwise he would not think of giving away the hundreds of thousands of mouse and keyboard that the old man ordered for him.

But now it's different, the old man came to Shaolin Temple, to create a Shaolin Temple brand video game club, they are reckless and can be regarded as official people, no need to be stormy, don't worry about things other than playing games, a lot of troubles have someone to come forward to solve, they can put their greatest energy into the game.

They have a weak foundation, and now is the time to train and improve.

Chen Jie came to their room, today they were bored for another day, except for copying scriptures in the scripture room, looking at the story

Things can be done, and now they are hiding under the covers and playing with their mobile phones, and they can't waste a minute or a second of time playing for an hour a day.

Seeing Chen Jie come in, Bing Xiaotian didn't make a big noise like yesterday, he had to fight Chen Jie to the death, just glanced at it, and continued to pay attention to his mobile phone. Obviously, in Bing Xiaotian's eyes, Chen Jie is not as important as a mobile phone.

Seeing that no one greeted him, Chen Jie was a little embarrassed, coughed dryly and focused everyone's attention on himself again before he began to speak: "If you listen to my words well, I will allow you to play with your mobile phone for two hours today." ”

The charm of the mobile phone is far more important than Chen Jie's words, and everyone put down the mobile phone and looked up at Chen Jie, waiting for Chen Jie's next words.

"What's wrong with you guys today? Not enthusiastic at all to see me? Chen Jie was puzzled.

"Are you still talking? Don't say don't bother us to play with our phones. Bing Xiaotian said coldly, it seemed that his anger had not subsided.

"Good, good." Chen Jie raised his hand in surrender, "I'm in a good mood today, I don't have the same knowledge as you." ”

"Now I announce that the Shaolin team has been officially established today, everyone applauds!" After Chen Jie finished speaking, he was the first to applaud.

Everyone looked at Chen Jie coldly and didn't speak, nor applauded, Chen Jie was a little embarrassed, and stopped shooting, and continued after coughing twice again:

"At the same time, the Shaolin Club will also be officially established in the near future, and we are the first team under the Shaolin Club, and the first team to participate in the national competition and definitely bring back the championship trophy."

Still no one cares.

"That is to say, from the establishment of the club, each of us will be an official member of the club, everyone can receive their own salary, and you are also the elders of the club!"

"Can you get paid? Yay, great! Surin cheered.

Seeing that someone finally responded to him, Chen Jie was satisfied, but this feeling of being admitted didn't last for two seconds, and he was glared back by Bing Xiaotian with a look.

"Lie down!" Bing Xiaotian glared at Su Lin and said coldly.

Su Lin silently put down the hand that was about to applaud, and got back into the quilt aggrievedly, leaving Chen Jie with a cold scene.

(End of chapter)