"I don't see it, woodpecker, you're pretty good at dealing with this kind of problem."

Qixin didn't expect the electric woodpecker to have such a reply, and couldn't help but look at it with admiration.

The crow's question may seem random, but if the electric woodpecker accidentally answers incorrectly, there is a good chance that something will happen.

So after the crow asked that question, Qixin also sweated for him.

I didn't expect him to say it well.

It's not like a newcomer who hasn't been exposed to the esports world at all.

Qixin couldn't help but speculate whether the electric woodpecker was the master of the club that had been hiding in the snow.

"What does it mean to be able to cope, I am showing my true feelings! Absolutely true feelings! ”

In the previous life, Meng Luo didn't know how many of these kinds of questions with traps he encountered, after all, those reporters could ask any kind of questions in order to write after the game.

In order not to let the misfortune come out of his mouth, Meng Luo had already practiced extremely strong oral skills.

Like the crow's, in his eyes it was just pediatrics.

"I didn't expect this crow to be so scheming, and it's not a good thing to use birds as ID." At the end of the night, although I appreciated the electric woodpecker's answer, it was still dark.

"Wow, the night god suppresses newcomers, it's unreasonable." Monlo cried.

"Get out, do you still want face." The night is full of rage.

"Bird God ......" Just when the night was about to fight with the electric woodpecker, the water friend brought by Qixin, Ouyang Ritian, suddenly spoke.

"Bird God, do you really know how to play professionally? I really hope that our Huaguo can win the championship once. ”

"If you don't fight, you can't fight, what kind of profession do you play, I want to start a live broadcast and trample the night god under the night of Brother Bamboo!"

Meng Luo took advantage of the situation and it was dark again, and the night was over.

"Damn, you've fucking affected my live streaming popularity, you know?"

At the mention of this, the night is even more angry.

"Hahaha, I don't want to, Yashen, forget it, I'm still going to play professionally, leave you a way to live, and I should apologize to you."

"Grass, what the hell are you going to do?"

At the end of the night, this time it was really powerless.

"yes, to be honest, I'd love to see you go to the professional stage." Qixin suddenly intervened into the conversation between the two people, and the chat became serious.

"Of course the profession will play, but I want to take it step by step, and I will broadcast live now."

"Why go live first? Wouldn't it be better for you to play professionally and then broadcast live when you have become famous? ”

"No way, I'm short of money."

Meng Luo replied again, and a sense of helplessness rose in his heart.

The 100,000 yuan he owes Su Ruiwen has not been repaid, and his mother will be hospitalized for observation after the operation, all of which require money, and his only income in these days is only the gambling with Sun Lin and the money won from the gambling with Li Zhi last time.

Now it's all over the place.

Without new income, let alone medical expenses, eating is a problem.

So he was a little anxious.

At the end of the night, the seven cores were silent.

Either way, the two of them didn't expect it.

An electric woodpecker who won consecutive victories with various postures as soon as he was born, hit diamonds all the way, and was only one foot away from the master, was actually short of money?

If you go to a club and say you're an electric woodpecker, you don't have to do anything, and you'll get a lot of money.

No matter how bad it is, you can earn a lot by selling signed photos and taking photos for a fee.

In this League of Legends place where the world is dominant, a player is in a position and short of money?

"Do you need a lot? I can bring it to you first. Qixin suddenly said to Meng Luo.

She guessed that the electric woodpecker might need a lot of money, so it was short of money, otherwise a person with such a high level of strength should not be without money.

Although she is just a streamer, she is also a well-known commentator, and as a commentator, she would love to see her country win the championship.

E-sports glory, in addition to professional players, they actually feel the deepest.

Or rather, sometimes they have a heavier sense of loss than when the pros lose in their own country's team.

After all, professional players lose on the field, and it's good to step down.

But they also have to smile in front of the screen, encourage the pros, comfort the lost fans, and congratulate the enemies who have defeated their own national team......

That kind of grievance is really uncomfortable.

"No need, I'm going to start a live broadcast now, and I will exceed the attention of the night god in minutes, and I'm worried that I can't make money?"

Meng Luo replied with a smile, not as if he was worried about his current predicament.

Money can always be earned, Meng Luo has always thought so, let alone in this world.

"Why don't you come to my club, I'll give you an annual salary of 800,000 yuan." At the end of the night, he spoke suddenly.

Qixin gasped when she saw this number, others may not understand, but she is very aware of the salary of many professional players.

This number has completely exceeded the salary of many R-class professional players, and the income of S-class professional players is already quite different.

And Su Ruiwen, who had been watching them chatting and did not interject, suddenly became nervous.

The ACE League has a rule that when anyone becomes a professional player, they can only start from the R-level league at most, and they cannot directly play the S-level league.

The corresponding maximum salary can only be the salary of R-rated professional players.

This is to prevent some local tyrants and consortia from monopolizing the teams participating in large-scale professional events, thus making the e-sports circle chaotic.

As the daughter of the owner of Mingyu Club, Su Ruiwen certainly knows that the figure of 800,000 is the highest salary that a person can offer if he is professional.

Although the annual salary of many S-class and R-class pros in the current service has completely exceeded this amount, it is slowly rising.

There is no such high salary as soon as you enter the profession.

However, Su Ruiwen and Qixin both know that the electric woodpecker is completely worthy of such a high salary, if it is not a regulation, I am afraid that it will be higher.

What's more, such a high annual salary is only the basic value, as long as you work for a year and a half, millions of dollars are very easy.

Su Ruiwen stared at the small group of five of them, although the last time the electric woodpecker refused Luo Yan's invitation, Su Ruiwen had a new understanding of it, and he also had some hope.

But this time at the end of the night, he directly took the annual salary out to smash people, with an annual salary of 800,000 yuan, and ordinary people can't resist such a temptation, not to mention that the electric woodpecker just said that he was short of money.

"No, the owner of your club is too green, I'm not going." Electric woodpeckers are capricious.

"Your sister, are you sick, are you sick!" At the end of the night, I almost vomited a mouthful of blood, obviously everyone is talking about things very seriously, why do you always have to come out like this!

Su Ruiwen's stone fell, and the seven cores were dumbfounded.

800,000 annual salaries were rejected?

Is this smart or what?

Everyone had a tacit understanding and didn't speak, as if they couldn't digest this matter.

And the person who caused this topic was Ouyang Ritian in front of the computer.

But it opened the QQ of the crow who drank water.