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

The personnel manager was a young man who looked to be no more than thirty years old, dressed in a modest suit, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a big back comb, which looked out of place with the style of the club.

"Player Song Wen," Qin Hualiang shook hands with Song Wen and got straight to the point, "I invited 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 of Song Wen's deeds, but when he saw Song Wen face to face at this time, he still felt that this person was a little different from what he thought.

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

If there was 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 at first glance, but as long as he has an open mouth, he will tell you what "quality" is.

I feel that this kid is different from those Internet addicted teenagers, and it seems that something is not easy to do......

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

"It's true that the salary you were given before was too low......"

"You also know, hook eight or five thousand yuan, buddy goes out to serve a job with this face, and he earns more than this amount in a month."

Qin Hualiang was a little uncomfortable by Song Wen's choking, and smiled awkwardly:

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

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 dreams, I really don't care about money."

Qin Hualiang smiled and nodded, many young people play professionally, really for their dreams, although he doesn't understand, but he respects.

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

"And I also know that the club is very difficult now, I am usually the most benevolent and moral, although I am on fire, but I will definitely not take advantage of the fire to rob the club when it is difficult."

"Mmmm," Qin Hualiang nodded again and again, and was about to speak, when he heard Song Wen speak.

"How much does UZI get paid?"

"Huh?"

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

Song Wen's eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile.

"I don't care about money, but I think it's okay to pay a dude, you can't pay less than a stain, right?"

Qin Hualiang's eyes widened, his face full of surprise.

Does this brother even know what he's talking about?

How dare he say such a thing?

Who is UZI?

That's the top stream of LPL, how can you, a newcomer who has just debuted, be embarrassed to open your mouth and say such things?

"Well, this may not be ......."

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

"What do you mean? YOU MEAN I'M NOT AS GOOD AS UZI? ”

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

"Are you a UZI fan?"

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

"Oh," Song Wen nodded, "You're a skewer." ”

“……”

Song Wen's unreasonable negotiation method obviously disrupted Qin Hualiang's rhythm, so he chose a direct showdown.

"Let me tell you this, I have already communicated with the boss on the way here, and our club can only give you this number at most......"

Song Wen looked at Qin Hualiang's five fingers and frowned, not very satisfied:

"Five million?"

“…… Half a million. ”

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

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

Song Wen sat down and knocked on the table.

"I streamed for an hour last night, how much money did I make for the club?"

Qin Hualiang replied truthfully: "Excluding platform sharing and taxes, it is almost 2.7 million in the end." ”

"My buddy earns two million and seven hundred thousand a night, and you give my buddy a fraction, how can your conscience be darker than mine?"

Hearing Song Wen's words, Qin Hualiang looked a little helpless.

"Song Wen, this is indeed the price we gave you after a detailed discussion, this salary is already very sincere, you are indeed hot now, but it is black and red, how long this kind of heat can last is not to say, but it is a very rare thing to complete the conversion of commercial interests by relying on black powder profits."

Song Wen raised his eyebrows: "Who said that black and red can't be red all the time?" ”

"You can't keep rubbing UZI's traffic, right? His fans are indeed crazy, but after a long time, they will definitely react, and you can't expect black fans to give you any gifts, right? ”

"Look at it, the pattern is small," Song Wen smiled heartlessly, and the words he said made Qin Hualiang's eyes widen, "Who said that I can only rub the traffic of UZI, there are so many players in the LPL, which one I can't start a group?" ”

"Huh?"

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, but the LCK is also fine."

Qin Hualiang was silent for a long time, his expression complicated.

"Uh...... Actually, I don't approve of you doing this, aren't you afraid that you will offend too many people and struggle outside in the future? ”

"It's okay," Song Wen didn't seem to care, "Dude, don't you just wear a mask and a helmet when you go out in the future." ”

"What about your family? Cyberbullying is scary, and your family may be implicated......"

Song Wen blinked: "I'm an orphan." ”

As if he was afraid that Qin Hualiang would not understand, he added: "This is not an adjective." ”

For the first time, Qin Hualiang felt that the eloquence he was proud of was useless at this time.

"That's it, the annual salary is one million, but I want 50% of the live broadcast."

……

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RNG Esports Club.

UZI SLEPT UNTIL THREE O'CLOCK BEFORE WAKING UP.

He tossed and turned last night, didn't sleep all night, and the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became.

Since his debut, when has UZI been so angry?

In his opinion, the loss of the game is completely letme's pot, he has such a big advantage in the lower road, why did he lose for no reason? lost the ranking, and Lulu was a pure actor, and it was very likely that he was the ghost behind the black.

THE MORE UZI THOUGHT ABOUT IT, THE MORE UNCONVINCED HE BECAME, HIS FACE WAS NOT WASHED, AND HE RUSHED OUT OF THE ROOM DIRECTLY TO FIND BROTHER FENG.

"Brother Feng, can we make an appointment with Snake for a training match?"

For UZI's anger, Brother Feng was a little helpless.

"Didn't we just finish playing Snake, there's still one round in the spring, the last game was just an accident, what you have to do now is adjust your mentality."

The little fat man had an expression on his face that I didn't want to say a third time, and his face turned red visibly.

"Can we make a training match with Snake?"