Gao Wu: If this BOSS isn't nerfed, is it even playable?

Chapter 185 I want to sign him! A high-stakes gamble that will decide my fate!

Dong Dongchen's face was full of wry smiles: "This...this kid still doesn't know how to be gentle with women..."

He turned to look at Long Bohan, whose opinion of Lin Ye's strength had completely changed, and added:
"You know Ye Qingxuan, right? She's that big star. I ran into her last month, and she shot me right through the back, sending me flying into the air. It was a horrible sight..."

Long Bohan did not respond.

He didn't hear a word Dong Dongchen was saying.

His mind was filled with that punch from earlier.

Unlike Dong Dongchen, Long Bohan is a genuine late-stage Qi Condensation Realm martial artist!
He knew better than anyone how enormous the gap was between the early stage of the Condensing Qi Realm and the late stage of the Meridian Opening Realm!
Putting everything else aside, just in terms of defense, after Mi Yue released her aura and condensed her armor, her defensive power was at least four times, or even five times, greater than any opponent Lin Ye had encountered before who was at the peak of the Meridian Opening Realm!
Even so, he was still killed with a single punch!

Although unlike the previous opponents, he wasn't directly blown into a cloud of blood mist.

But the result wasn't much better!

Long Bohan felt that the delicacies on the table looked unappetizing at the moment.

His insistence from the very beginning was correct!

Facing the boss's furious outburst of stress relief.

He withstood the pressure and only replied: "The Hall of Fire and Martial Arts cannot break its promise."

Since we invited someone to sign the contract, we can't go back on our word.

Even if it's just a D-level contract, he has done more than enough.

However, given the current situation...

A Class D contract is no longer possible.

Long Bohan could no longer sit still. He opened his personal terminal and made a voice call.

A moment later, a dignified middle-aged male voice rang out.

"what's up?"

"Hello, uncle!"

Before Long Bohan could speak, Dong Dongchen, who was standing to the side, came over with a grin and called out.

The voice on the other end of the phone visibly relaxed, with a hint of amusement.

"It's Dongchen. Are you with Bohan?"

"Yes, Uncle, I'm treating him to dinner."

Dong Dongchen responded.

"Nonsense." The voice on the other end of the phone regained its seriousness. "Bohan, you should be the one treating Dongchen to dinner."

Long Bohan was extremely anxious at this moment and didn't care about these formalities, so he went straight to the point.

"Dad, it doesn't matter who pays for this meal. I have something urgent I want to ask you."

He quickly recounted the events surrounding Lin Ye, including his reappearance and how he had used his terrifying strength to instantly kill more than twenty contestants, including one at the early stage of the Condensation Realm.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment.

"The person you're talking about... I vaguely remember him. You asked for my opinion about him a little over a month ago."

"Bohan, if I remember correctly, you've been competing with your colleague for the signing rights to a talented player, haven't you?"

Long Bohan felt a chill run down his spine.

"Yes, that person is currently participating in the Qiming General Training Camp in Nanhu Province, and is at least the third seat."

The voice on the other end remained silent for a moment before finally breaking through.

"One must be focused when doing things; the last leg of a journey is the hardest."

Long Bohan's father spoke calmly, yet with an undeniable weight: "On one side is a top genius who has already shown his brilliance, whose talent, strength, and martial arts aptitude are clearly evident. Signing him would be a genuine achievement."

"On the other side is the dark horse you mentioned, a place full of unknowns."

"You can judge for yourself who is the sesame seed and who is the watermelon."

"As a steward of the Fire of Martial Arts Hall, you must have this kind of courage and decisiveness."

Trust your own judgment.

After finishing his conversation, Long's father exchanged a few more pleasantries with Dong Dongchen before hanging up the phone.

Long Bohan held his personal terminal and fell into deep thought.

He understood what his father meant.

The Hall of Inheritance is also rife with competition.

Although he has his father's connections, if he wants to move up the ranks, he must produce solid results at every step.

Competing with colleagues for an A-level contract target while also diverting energy to follow up on a B-level or even C-level target with an uncertain future is a major taboo in the workplace.

If he does this kind of two-timing even once, his reputation among higher-ups will plummet.

He must make a choice.

Dong Dongchen didn't say anything this time, but silently poured him a glass of wine.

He knew that his childhood friend was facing one of the most important career choices since he became a steward of the Firelight Martial Hall.

If you make the right choice, you'll rise to great heights.

If you make the wrong choice, you might not be able to recover for years.

a long time.

Long Bohan slowly raised his head, the hesitation and struggle in his eyes had disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented determination.

"Dongchen".

"Ok?"

"Compile all the battle videos of Lin Ye so far and send them to me."

Dong Dongchen was taken aback, then a smile appeared on his face.

He knew that Long Bohan had made a choice.

Long Bohan turned his gaze back to the big screen.

On the screen, the ID named "Goblin Soldier" had its avatar turned gray, indicating that it was offline.

It seems he had something to do in real life, so he logged off immediately after finishing the match.

"I still want to sign him!"

Long Bohan spoke each word clearly and forcefully, his voice not loud, but resounding.

He stared at the gray ID, his eyes burning as if flames were burning within them.

"I hope... I won't regret this choice I made today in the future."

……

the next day.

The Hall of Fire and Martial Arts, Yanjing Branch.

The atmosphere in the recruitment manager's office was somewhat heavy.

Wang Jingcheng is around fifty years old, with slightly graying temples. Even a well-tailored suit cannot conceal the robust physique he has developed through years of martial arts training.

His fingers tapped lightly on the mahogany desk, his gaze sweeping back and forth between his two subordinates.

"We're all colleagues in the same department, we see each other all the time."

"I don't want to see this kind of unhealthy competition in the department, which creates a mess."

Wang Jingcheng's voice betrayed his displeasure.

"Bohan, let me ask you, you were the first to discover and contact Qin Wushuang at the Qiming General Training Camp in Nanhu Province, right?"

Long Bohan nodded: "Yes."

The other person standing next to him instantly turned gloomy.

His name is Zhang Ziwei.

He's a veteran in the recruitment department, with far more seniority than Long Bohan, but over the years he's remained stuck in the position of deacon, unable to advance any further.

This time, he and Long Bohan almost simultaneously set their sights on Qin Wushuang, the top genius of the Nanhu Province training camp.

However, it was indeed Long Bohan who contacted that person first.

Qin Wushuang is about to graduate as the third seat holder, which is almost a certainty for a B-level contract.

Even an A-level rating is not impossible.

If he can sign this contract, he will have a very good chance of competing for the long-vacant deputy manager position. This is his last chance to turn his career around.

During this time, the two fought fiercely over the contract, and rumors spread throughout the entire branch.

Wang Jingcheng glanced at Zhang Ziwei, whose expression was unfriendly, and made up his mind.

“Since Bohan contacted us first, let’s follow the rules.”

"I'll leave this contract negotiation to you, Bohan."

"Manager Wang, I was right first...!"

Zhang Ziwei finally couldn't hold back any longer and was about to speak when he saw the spot at his feet.

Long Bohan, however, took the initiative and bowed slightly to Wang Jingcheng.

"Manager Wang, I'm sorry."

"The rumors circulating lately are indeed my fault, and they have affected the unity of the department."

He paused, looked up, his face showing a hint of apology, but his tone was very sincere.

"I have a new client to negotiate with recently, so my energy is limited."

"Qin Wushuang is probably too busy to handle the signing. If Brother Zhang wants to sign, let's leave this to him."

The words fell.

There was a dead silence in the office.

Wang Jingcheng's prepared arguments were completely shut down, leaving him looking at Long Bohan in astonishment.

Zhang Ziwei was completely stunned.

He had already prepared his arguments in his mind, ready to argue his case forcefully, even at the cost of a public falling out with Long Bohan.

But to his utter surprise, Long Bohan actually... gave up on his own initiative?

After a brief moment of surprise, a deep sense of vigilance and sarcasm appeared in Zhang Ziwei's eyes.

He narrowed his eyes and gave a cold laugh.

"Long Bohan, what do you mean by that?"

"Qin Wushuang was the one I had my eye on first, so how come in your mouth it's become that you gave her to me?"

"It's like I'm the one who took advantage of you!"

"Are you putting on this victim act to gain sympathy?"

Long Bohan frowned slightly, but ignored Zhang Ziwei's provocation.

He gestured to Wang Jingcheng again.

"Supervisor, if there's nothing else, I'll go back to my work now."

Wang Jingcheng gave him a deep look and sighed inwardly.

He knew Zhang Ziwei perfectly well; this wasn't the first time Zhang had tried to steal credit.

But since Long Bohan himself had given up, there was nothing more he could say.

On the surface, this matter has had a very negative impact, and it's good that it can be resolved now.

Wang Jingcheng didn't want things to get complicated.

Moreover, for young people, experiencing more setbacks is not necessarily a bad thing.

"Go."

Wang Jingcheng waved his hand.

Long Bohan turned and walked out of the office.

Zhang Ziwei followed closely behind, and as he brushed past Long Bohan, he clearly heard a low, suppressed curse.

"Oh, idiot."

Long Bohan walked straight to his workstation without pausing for a moment.

But in a corner where no one could see, his fist clenched quietly.

To give up an almost guaranteed A-level contract for a dark horse that has not yet fully demonstrated its strength.

Is it really worth it?
Back at his workstation, Long Bohan sat down, still feeling a tightness in his chest.

He instinctively took out his personal terminal.

A prominent live stream notification popped up instantly.

That was Dong Dongchen's live stream room.

The title of the live stream was simple and direct, yet it carried a strange fervor.

The month is up, welcome back the Dragon King!

The gloom and anger in Long Bohan's heart were completely dispelled the moment he saw this headline.

He knew that Dong Dongchen was going to continue live-streaming Lin Ye's ranked match journey.

That nascent wavering has now vanished.

Instead, there is a desperate, all-or-nothing expectation.

He opened the live stream.

……

Dong Dongchen was facing a mirror, meticulously styling his hair while humming a little tune.

Today, he specially changed into a well-tailored suit for cultivating immortality.

After adjusting the camera angle and beauty filter, he cleared his throat and finally revealed what he considered to be his most handsome and confident smile.

In the past month, his live streaming career has experienced an explosive growth.

The famous painting by Lin Yeqiang, which depicts the great star Ye Qingxuan, and the popular meme that arose from that battle.

This allowed him to gain recognition in the public eye.

The number of fans doubled from 300,000 to over 600,000.

Although there is still a huge gap between her and those truly top streamers, she is already considered to have some fame.

everything's ready.

Dong Dongchen took a deep breath and started the live stream.

The month is up, welcome back the Dragon King!

This cheesy and attention-grabbing title attracted countless viewers the moment it was pushed out.

The popularity of the live stream began to climb at a visible speed.

"I'm coming!"

"Why is Brother Chen starting his live stream so early today! I thought I'd have to wait until tonight!"

"What's with the title? Which Dragon King? The one with the crooked mouth?"

"Holy crap, this title, could it be...?"

"No way! No way! Could it be that man?!"

Seeing that nearly 10,000 people flooded into the live stream in less than a minute, Dong Dongchen was overjoyed.

He greeted the audience while activating the "Martial Arts Peak" livestream mode.

He didn't keep you in suspense; the smile on his face revealed an irrepressible excitement.

"Brothers, have you missed me?!"

"I know what you want to ask, and yes, your guess is correct!"

"That man who stirred up a storm in the Rising Stars Ranked Series a month ago, causing chaos and destruction, he's back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dong Dongchen switched the live stream camera.

All eyes were focused on Dong Dongchen's own martial arts peak observer interface.

Dong Dongchen opened his list of special followers.

First row, the most prominent position.

Goblin Minions

That ID, which had been grayed out for over a month, was now brightly lit up!

(End of this chapter)