You are worth tens of billions before you come to the system?

Chapter 118 MJ Team
Just after returning from the Cold Country, Lin Zitai planned to visit the MJ E-Sports Club the next day.

In the S9 season of League of Legends, the LPL division has expanded from 14 teams to 16 teams.

Tengjing Sports’ Jin Yibo is half sold and half given away, allowing Mojin Beverage to win a spot in the league with only 5000 million.

Lin Zitai didn't care about this matter for a while. He heard that the new season started and it coincided with the end of the year and he should go and see it.

After all, including the ticket money for the league, more than 9000 million yuan has been invested, which is a lot of money.

Huamei Creative Park on Lingshi Road, Zhabei District, the familiar team base in the LPL competition area, is basically located here.

Knowing that the big boss was coming today, general manager Yang Jinsong and the young men from the club were waiting at the door very early.

"Maokai, Mr. Lin is my idol. Can we take a photo with him later?"

"Maokai, I also want to take a photo with Mr. Lin."

The members looked excited. They are all young people in their 20s, and they are all quite successful in the field of e-sports.

There are very few peers who can convince them, but Lin Zitai is definitely one of them.

At this moment, their mood is like that of fans who are about to meet their idols, full of excitement and anxiety.

There is also a vague urge to urinate.

"Everyone, be serious. Can you imitate other people's poisonous coins? Be more calm."

Yang Jinsong couldn't help scolding him, and felt panicked. He only met Lin Zitai once, and then he changed from the head coach to the general manager of the club.

For a long time, Lin Zitai only paid money and did not ask questions at all, so that he thought the club had been forgotten.

However, just last night, Lin Zitai's assistant Su Jiayue suddenly informed that the big boss planned to come over and take a look.

Yang Jinsong suddenly panicked, because the spring regular season started a few days ago, and he spent 3500 million to build a super battleship. However, he lost the first battle and had his head shaved.

Although the new team is still in the running-in period, it is normal to lose a few games in the beginning, but Lin Zitai may not think so.

Yang Jinsong had reason to suspect that the big boss was here to hold him accountable today, and his days as general manager seemed to be coming to an end.

Assistant Liu Qingsong said with a smile: "How calm are you? You didn't look at Brother Coin's hands. They were shaking as if they had been shocked."

Poison Coin couldn't help but glare, looked into the distance, and tensed up: "Mr. Lin's car seems to be coming."

He is a Korean player. He was browsing domestic forums yesterday and saw Lin Zitai and the vice president of Samsung going to inspect the factory.

He didn't understand Lin Zitai's influence in China, but he was very aware of Samsung Group's influence in Han Country.

The New York Times once described that the three inevitable things in the life of Han people are birth, death and Samsung. Even birth is in a Samsung hospital and death is in a Samsung hospital.

Lin Zitai can chat and laugh with the vice chairman of Samsung, which shows that his influence is no less than that of Samsung Group.

How can he remain calm when he is about to meet a big shot?

Yang Jinsong also looked into the distance and saw the black and white classic Bentley approaching. He hurriedly shouted: "It's really here. Everyone, please line up quickly and leave a good impression on Mr. Lin."

Everyone stood in line with smiles on their faces after hearing this.

Lin Zitai got out of the car and saw this scene: "Is it necessary to have such a scene in such a cold weather?"

Yang Jinsong hurriedly laughed: "Mr. Lin, I told them the same thing at first, but they all wanted to come over and see you, and they couldn't stop you."

"Look, does it have three heads and six arms, or is it a head and horns?"

Lin Zitai made an appropriate joke and called everyone into the house: "It's too cold outside, everyone, please come inside."

It is a three-story building. You will see the Mojin Team's logo when you enter the door. It is a studio that integrates food, accommodation and office.

The first floor is the training base and gym, the second floor is the restaurant and activity space, and the third floor is basically the staff dormitory.

Yang Jinsong introduced the team members: "Mr. Lin, this is top laner Holy Spear, jungler Kasa, mid laner Poison Coin, shooter Lin Weixiang, assistant Liu Qingsong, coach Xiaobai..."

Lin Zitai asked with a smile: "Hello everyone, I just moved here recently. If there is anything you are not used to, you can mention it and let Mr. Yang handle it for you."

"I'm not used to it, it's all good."

"Mao...Mr. Yang is very good to us, and the conditions of the club are also very good."

The members spoke hurriedly, but they were all a little nervous and didn't know where to put their palms.

Seeing this scene, Lin Zitai couldn't help laughing. He waved to everyone to find a seat and sit down: "Don't be so nervous. I'm only a few years older than you guys."

He looked at Yang Jinsong again and chuckled: "I watched the game the day before yesterday..." Yang Jinsong's heart sank and he said hurriedly: "Mr. Lin, we haven't figured out the version at the beginning of the new season yet, and there are still some differences among the members. In the running-in period.”

Lin Zitai looked calm: "Mr. Yang, I don't like to be interrupted when I'm talking, so don't be in a hurry to explain."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, I was too nervous and accidentally made a mistake."

Cold sweat broke out on Yang Jinsong's forehead, and the team members on the side also stopped smiling and looked solemn.

Lin Zitai was not a few years older than them, but he made them feel like he was a primary school student who did bad things and was caught by the teacher.

Lin Zitai paused and continued: "My requirements are actually not high. Entering the playoffs will count as success, so don't put too much pressure on yourself."

He had basically glanced at the information of these members, and he didn't care if they were the so-called all-Chinese class.

As long as we can enter the top ten, enter the playoffs, and play a few more games, our goal of promoting Mojin will be achieved.

Whether they go forward bravely or stay in a corner depends on how ambitious they are.

Hearing Lin Zitai's words, everyone fell into silence. Poison Coin said bravely, "Mr. Lin, your requirements are a bit low."

They are not super players, but they are at least first- and second-tier players.

When several people were put together, Lin Zitai's request was that he would be successful if he made it to the playoffs.

A bit looked down upon.

Lin Zitai smiled playfully: "Then what do you think you can achieve this season?"

Poison Coin said firmly: "Guarantee five and fight for three, Mr. Lin, we will never be much worse than others."

He didn't want to travel thousands of miles from the cold country to China, and he didn't want to eat and die. He wanted to succeed and prove himself.

Because Han Guo's youth training system is very complete, he is more aware of the cruelty of the e-sports circle than other members.

Join the MJ team,

Direct dialogue with Lin Zitai was his opportunity.

If you don’t break out in silence, you will die in silence.
Yang Jinsong's eyes widened and he wanted to eat Jin Taixiang alive. He didn't even dare to promise. Who gave him the courage.

Lin Zitai glanced at Yang Jinsong coldly, and the smile on his face became even bigger: "Come on Jin Tai, I will remember what you said and I am looking forward to the answers you hand over."

He saw that the foreigner in front of him was very utilitarian and didn't care about the feelings of his companions in order to get ahead.

But this is not a bad thing. People who are utilitarian are motivated. After all, they are subordinates, not friends. They have different perspectives and care about different things.

If the other party dares to boast and make a guarantee in person, he will naturally be happy to see it.

At noon, he had lunch with a few e-sports teenagers, and Lin Zitai left the club in the afternoon.

Lin Zitai had just walked away, and the next second everyone was surrounding the poison coin. Yang Jinsong said in a bad tone: "Jin Taixiang, do you know what you are talking about?"

Just now, when he heard Lin Zitai's request, the stone hanging in his heart finally fell. With 16 teams, it was relatively easy to break into the top ten.

Although I am a bit looked down upon, at least I am no longer under so much pressure, and achieving better results is beyond expectations.

However, Huang Mao, who was restless, went straight to the guns and promised Lin Zitai that they would fight for five and three, putting them in danger.

Faced with sorrow, Kim Tae-sang bowed and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, for looking down on us so much. I really couldn't hold it back just now."

"Songsong, Brother Xiang, Brother Ka, Brother Shengqiang, Mr. Yang, are you really convinced?"

"If we say this again, we won't even be able to make it to the playoffs."

"Mr. Lin is here for the first time in two months. Shouldn't we leave a deep impression on him?"

They are all young people in their 20s who are angry and really cannot accept the feeling of being looked down upon.

Liu Qingsong's tone was firm: "It's just a matter of guaranteeing five and fighting for three. When the time comes, I will win the championship and scare Mr. Lin to death."

The other people's eyes gradually became doomed: "Oops, I forgot to take a photo. Mr. Lin should come back when we win the championship. I'll take a photo with him then."

"Yes!! Come on, come on."

Jin Taixiang walked to Yang Jinsong and said softly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, I didn't mean it."

Yang Jinsong took a deep look at him and sighed: "I've said it all, so let's work on it."

(End of this chapter)