Go: Is the portable old man the nine-time champion?

Chapter 230: Why is it already published again? [Bonus chapter for 1000 monthly votes this month]

"Senior Brother Yun."

Yi Zheng nodded at Yun Linglei, who was sitting in the restaurant, and then couldn't help but turn around to look at the woman who had just left her seat and brushed past him.

It looks so familiar, like I've seen it on TV before.

Old Ke recognized the woman at a glance: "The third female lead in 'The Palace of the Ming Dynasty'! My god, your senior brother is eating too well!"
I'm truly speechless. You have no idea that some foreign chess players in our original world can only support their country's idols and act like complete shut-ins.

Mr. Ke's entertainment activities are basically limited to watching live TV dramas and some random programs; he can't do anything else.

Over the past two years, Old Ke has watched countless films and television series, and knows all kinds of TV dramas, movies, and variety shows like the back of his hand. He knows far more about the entertainment industry in this world than Yi Zheng does, since Yi Zheng watches far fewer TV dramas and far more cartoons.

Yi Zheng was also a little unsure of what to say. Yun Linglei had called him over to talk about something, but before they even started talking, he had arranged a meeting.

All I can say is that Senior Brother Yun is truly a master of time management...

Yun Linglei didn't care about other people's opinions at all. He picked up the menu and handed it directly to Yi Zheng: "Take a look and see what you want to drink."

"Coke."

Yi Zheng didn't even look at it before saying that he really had no interest in drinking black coffee. He had previously believed Old Ke's nonsense about having a cup of black coffee in the morning, and after taking a sip, Yi Zheng almost threw up.

Who in their right mind would drink this stuff?! Is this even a drink for humans?!

"Young people should drink less carbonated beverages; they're bad for their health."

Despite saying that, Yun Linglei still ordered Yi Zheng an iced cola.

"You must have had quite a few teams contacting you lately, right? Speaking of which, you've really been incredibly popular lately. You even managed to beat that Ethan guy."

Honestly, I was worried that Ethan would just get a five-man sweep. To be honest, the probability of that is quite high. I estimate that he only has a 40% chance of winning, and that's an overestimation.

I never expected you to take him down all by yourself. Apparently, he had a long face on his way back, and no one was allowed to mention your name. It seems he's memorized your name very well.

Yun Linglei couldn't help but shake his head. His rating had recently plummeted to thirteen, while Ethan was several levels higher and could be considered a world-class player.

As a result, it's as if someone of this level is going to the junior tournament, which is practically like slaughtering newbies. To some extent, everyone finds it shameful.

However, the problem is that the people in the newbie village are becoming more and more outrageous, and there is even an even more outrageous person like Yi Zheng.

Yun Linglei calculated the strength of the Chinese youth team and felt that it was truly a golden generation, with all of them being freaks who were not even twenty years old and were already aiming for the title level.

I remember back in their generation, only Jiang Mobai had accomplished this, right? Now, there aren't even enough people to count on one hand?
Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous! Top talents seem to be sprouting up one crop after another like leeks.

Yun Linglei couldn't help but shake his head. They were really much more formidable than he had been back then. Luckily, he was born a few years earlier and didn't have to get involved with these people.

It's terrifying how the younger generation surpasses the older; being born early certainly has its advantages and benefits from the times.

"Senior brother, I won't beat around the bush. One of our ninth-dan players transferred to another team, and now we're short of a main player, so I thought you should be able to fill that role."

Then Shen Guhong also recommended you. He told me not to tell you, which is really strange. What's wrong with saying this?

Then I told my boss that our team was also quite interested in you, and I had already negotiated the salary for you. You can take a look.

I guess you're not really that interested in the second division anymore. After all, apart from some older players who aren't good enough, most people would rather play in the first division than the second.

You've probably received quite a few offers from top-tier teams recently, and most of them have likely made you bids. You can compare them; the choice is yours.

As Yun Linglei spoke, he handed a folder to Yi Zheng, who took it and glanced at it.

"Damn it!" This sound didn't come from Yi Zheng, but from Old Ke next door.

"You're paid more than me? Are you even human?!"

Mr. Ke was completely dumbfounded when he saw the numbers on the contract. Winning one game could earn him 150,000?

When did Yi Zheng become worth so much money? I was worth about the same in my original world! And this is the price I could get as a mercenary, and I still had to split the money with my former employer!

Yi Zheng didn't have to share the money with anyone else; it all went into his own pocket!
Why?! Why should Yi Zheng get this money right now?!
Give me a hand! I need a hand right now! I want to play chess! I want to play chess!

Ah!
Yi Zheng was completely astonished by this treatment, since this level of treatment is basically something only those with Chinese titles can receive.

Miao Jun and his group didn't receive nearly that much money; in fact, none of them received more than 100,000.

Although Yi Zheng was confident that he could get this treatment or even higher in two years, it seemed a bit too early to give himself this treatment now.

Meanwhile, Mr. Ke next to him had already begun to hypnotize himself: "I don't like money, I'm not interested in money!"

I can't spend a single penny right now, so what use is money to me? I should treat money like dirt!

Damn it, why does Yi Zheng have so much filth!

"This amount?"

"You're almost as good as me, which seems pretty high, right? With your current skill level, you actually can't earn that much money, so our team has requirements for you. After signing the contract, you can't transfer for five years and you have to stay with us."

Yun Linglei directly stated the additional conditions for the team: "As you know, our team was only established in the last few years, and the sponsor is the Muyehu platform, an internet Go company."

When they set up this team, most of the top players already had established teams, so they could only train newcomers. But in reality, many of these newcomers were already being trained in advance.

Our boss really wants to win the championship, but unfortunately we've always been short-handed. Although your current skills are still a bit lacking, everyone sees your potential.

We hope that after you become stronger in a few years, you can become a key player for the team and lead them to compete for the championship. That's why we signed you at this price.

However, you don't need to worry that this price is too low for your future, or that there is a risk of it being shelved.

The contract specifies a minimum number of appearances per year, guaranteeing you a certain number of appearances in the top division. Similarly, if you win various competitions, the company will further increase your pay and improve your compensation.

After listening to Yun Linglei's words, Yi Zheng felt that he had no way to refuse and could only sigh that internet companies really are quite rich.

"Row."

After a moment's thought, Yi Zheng nodded. Judging from the current quotes from several companies, Muyehu's offer was definitely the most sincere.

Yun Linglei smiled upon hearing this: "No problem. Someone will contact you to sign the official contract later. I'm looking forward to your joining us. Our goal for this year's League One is to finish in the top five."

"My goal is the championship."

"That's why I said I like you, you're a very ambitious guy."

Yun Linglei smiled and paid the bill, then said he had something to do and left.

Mr. Ke said he just saw him sending a WeChat message to someone else, saying he had to rush to his next appointment.

But as soon as Yun Linglei left, Old Ke started generating electricity, pretending to be anxious and pacing around in circles: "Brother, let me think about it carefully, we can't go! If we go, wouldn't we be becoming someone's child bride! What do you mean by millions a year!"

Did you post a public notice for this? You can't possibly tell me it's already been posted! How come it's already been posted?!

(End of this chapter)