Mo Fan changed into the clothes An Xin had prepared, came to the lounge, and saw a middle-aged man in a suit waiting for him.

"Hello, Mo Fan, I'm a member of the Death Speed Racing Committee, you can call me Zhou Hang."

"Mr. Zhou, it's a pleasure to meet you." Mo Fan stepped forward and shook hands with the middle-aged man, and said politely.

Zhou Hang said: "I watched your race tonight, your driving skills and combat ability are unforgettable, and you have the potential to be a superstar." I wonder if you're interested in officially joining Death Speed as a driver or escort? ”

"Not interested." Mo Fan responded directly.

Such a straightforward refusal made Zhou Hang unable to do it, "Can you tell me the reason?" ”

"The salary is too small, the bonus is too low."

The experimental qualification of the implantable "neural driving" is not a resident reward, but only an experiment with the West Extension Company.

Aside from the prosthesis, the reward for the winner of the Death Speed Stage Finals is only 300,000 federal coins.

It sounds like a lot, but in order to get this money, you must play enough regular season games and accumulate enough points.

In the regular season of Death Speed, the championship of each game is only 20,000 to 50,000 federal coins.

Subtracting fleet operating costs, repair and maintenance fees for vehicle modules, the number of items in hand is not much.

Potter, the second-ranked player in the standings, hired a D-class mercenary as a bodyguard for a day, and a five-percent discount was like cutting meat.

This is also the case for the top drivers, and the overall income level of the Death Racer is evident.

On the other hand, Mo Fan, after tonight, no one will question the strength of his D-class mercenary.

Not to mention the promotion of more senior mercenaries in the future, the value can continue to increase.

Just a D-class mercenary, as long as his strength is strong enough, he earns more money than the top players in the Death Speed Competition.

Only retired D-class mercenaries, or young D-class mercenaries who want to ask for a stable life, will go to the Death Speed Race to serve as escorts.

He knew his own family affairs, and Zhou Hang knew that with his skill in drawing cakes, it was not enough to fool a top-level D-level mercenary like Mo Fan, so he gave up foreplay and went straight to the point.

"Player Mo Fan, I want to explain to you about the fact that there is an inside story about the competition."

"There was indeed a mistake on the part of our staff, and the hackers found an opportunity to lock the location of the gold module. But the so-called shady curtain absolutely does not exist, I assure you with my personality. ”

Mo Fan yawned, "I'm a mercenary, I don't know anything about technology, hackers, or anything, and I don't understand your twists and turns." ”

Zhou Hang's face was a little embarrassed, and he continued stubbornly: "In order to express our apologies, we have prepared some compensation, hoping to get your understanding." ”

Hearing that he had finally entered the hush money link, Mo Fan sat up straighter and raised his eyes to look at Zhou Hang.

"What compensation?"

"Ten thousand federal coins. You are paid one person and do not need to be split equally with the Porter. We want you to be as impartial and objective as possible in your post-race interviews, and not to make biased remarks about our race team. ”

Mo Fan frowned, glared angrily, and slapped the table.

"What do you mean, you want to gag me with money? Because of the cheating of the quicksand team, I got that attack gold module, and I almost killed my Potter brothers. ”

"That's a good brother who competed with me!"

Zhou Hang said tentatively: "Twenty thousand federal coins." ”

"Oh, ridiculous, you still have a conscience about the money?" Mo Fan laughed angrily.

"A race car loaded with two layers of defensive armor can be broken with a single stroke, and the blade is so sharp that it is a few centimeters away from my Potter brothers. If I'm a second slower, what will my Potter brother do? ”

"Fifty thousand federal coins?" Mo Fan's coercion was too much, and the corners of Zhou Hang's forehead began to sweat.

"Play the harp to the cow."

Mo Fan spat out, as if he was completely disappointed in Zhou Hang.

"Three gold modules, as an event party, you don't know what it represents? At the top of the Bullet Shell Mountain, before the five consecutive hairpin bends, if I hadn't been defended and really hit by that golden armor, would your compensation go to buy virtual dark coins and burn them to me today next year? ”

"100,000 federal coins! It can't be more, it's already the highest price I can give within my authority. ”

Mo Fan calmed his anger and sat quietly on the sofa, as if he had lost his heart to this world full of interests.

"I also have my bottom line, and it's okay to understand, but I'm not going to lie and sell my morals in exchange for money. After the game, tell Potter to go alone. ”

Twenty minutes later, the media interviewed the scene.

"Mo Fan, what do you think of tonight's shady event and the internal champion you mentioned?"

"Mo Fan, did you know in advance that you would ask that sentence when facing Rolf?"

"Do you think that the official unfair treatment of the Warhawks has something to do with the previous sluggish popularity of Potter?"

……

In the face of the gossip of questions, and the media who were standing a meter away, but eager to insert the microphone into his throat, Mo Fan clenched the bearer chip with 150,000 federal coins in his hand, smiled and said:

"I think it was a misunderstanding, and in addition to being a competitor, I'm also a veteran viewer of the Death Racing Race, so I have a lot of faith in the ability of the organizers."

"As for the performance of the quicksand team tonight, that's normal, and luck is part of the strength. Isn't it more fortunate that I, who was unable to continue racing due to an injury, was able to complete a track with a success rate of only 1.03% compared to finding three golden prostheses, and I was able to temporarily replace him as a driver? ”

A young female reporter said, "No, I think that's your strength as Mo Fan." ”

"Oh, then you complimented me so much, beautiful lady. You can't see it, my legs are shaking right now, and if I had to do it again, I'd rather give up the championship than go down that path. ”

Take people's money and eliminate disasters with others.

This is Mo Fan's professionalism as a mercenary.

It took nearly an hour to deal with the questions of various media outlets, and it came to the last moment of the post-match interview.

"Last question, Mo Fan, will you join the Death Speed Contest as an official player, or will you continue to be a mercenary?"

Mo Fan responded with a smile: "I like freedom and unrestrainedness, so I choose to continue to be a mercenary." If you have a commission and want to ask me for help, just come to the Ruyi Office in Wild Wind Town to send a commission. ”

By the time the meeting ended, it was almost dark.

When it came to the midfielder, Potter and Valtan sneaked away, leaving Mo Fan and An Xin behind.

Without a driver, Mo Fan could only borrow a car from the event team and drive An Xin home.

An Xin sat in the co-pilot, looking in a good mood.

Mo Fan threw the bearer chip to her and said, "You take 50,000 from it and transfer it to the hacker who helped tonight." ”

An Xin glanced at him and asked, "So generous?" ”

"Just make a friend." Mo Fan likes to be hands-on and doesn't like to sit in front of a computer and face a large piece of data.

But whether it's Azure Star, or the world before him, having hackers in the rear to support the technical support can make the task a lot easier.

Therefore, he likes to make friends with hackers, especially capable hackers.

The server that can hack into the Death Speed event team is still twice, which is obviously not an ordinary hacker.

"I'll pass it on to her for you."

An Xin put away the chip and asked curiously, "I didn't know you were so good at driving,"

"I said it before, but you don't believe it."

"Who did you learn from, there is no driver as good as you in the Sky Crane City."

Mo Fan quickly replied: "The 'racing simulator' of the epteam platform. ”

"Can't you just make another excuse?"

An Xin pinched her eyebrows, and she didn't know if her headache was due to drinking too much, or Mo Fan's answer.

"What about the Xrigin platform's "real speed"?"

An Xin was sure that the headache was really because of Mo Fan.

She was about to say something when she suddenly received a message, Mo Fan glanced at it and saw that the name in the sender's column was "Ebisu".

An Xin looked at Mo Fan and said, "The news you asked me to release before has been responded, and someone wants to meet you." ”