Don't mess with me, the bastard of the glory of the king

Chapter 20 I am a businessman

He is the president, the big boss, and he can come whenever he wants.

Bai Zhan adjusted his facial expression with lightning speed, with a rigorous and restrained expression, as if the Roaring Emperor on Godzilla's upper body just now was someone else.

"President, when did you arrive? The mountain road is difficult to walk. Let me know earlier next time so that I can send someone to pick you up."

President Song walked into the study, looked at it, and said casually, "They came here by helicopter, where are they training?"

Bai Zhan prayed silently in his heart, those stinky kids had better stay in the training room obediently and not be lazy.

"I'll take you to the training room right now."

Zuo Zong came out of the bathroom. He was very satisfied that the brats were not slacking off. He caught a glimpse of Xia Lang tilting his body again, kicked him as he walked over, and cursed: "Stinky boy, sit down! The team's spirit is being lowered by you. of."

Xia Lang loosened his bones without pain, and looked at his stomach with malicious intentions: "Coach, this is the third trip this morning, what did you steal, don't ruin your body."

"You are so free to take care of me, raise your level to 130 stars today, or don't eat."

Xia Lang is now 120 four-star, at his level, it is difficult to go up to the blue sky.

There are too many players in the glory of the king, and there are too many passersby kings. The high-end rounds are played with cooperation and awareness. Once a small mistake is made, it will be a dead end.

It's not so easy to get a grade, but Xia Lang is not afraid of going hungry if he doesn't eat at home today.

"There will be a big meal later, so don't be reserved, the one who treats the guests is not afraid of being eaten up."

Qiao Kai finished a round, put down his phone to pour water, and only picked it up for Qiao Jia, who was partial to him. Hearing this, he pinched the back of his sore neck and asked Xia Lang, "The big boss is coming today?"

Xia Lang gave him a sign that you understand me, "If you know me, wipe it."

Qiao Jia thought he was disgusting, so she took out the cool pad from under her buttocks and threw him, "Shut up!"

Zuo Zong had a serious expression on his face. If the big boss is coming, he won't just come to treat guests for a meal. The differences between him and Bai Zhan two days ago may have already been passed on, but he didn't expect that the boss would come over in person.

It turned out that this small team was not simply a gift from the Song family to their youngest son to play tickets, but also, now that the e-sports industry is booming, who wouldn't want to get a share of it.

"Fuck!" Shi Lian, who had been silent all this time, dropped his phone, startling a group of gossiping men.

Xiaopang silently put down his phone, his eyebrows frowned, "It's so disgusting."

Xia Lang walked over, picked up Shi Lian's mobile phone and looked at it, the death interface, the record was 3-7-5, it was horrible.

Look at Xiaopang again, it's even worse, 2-8-2.

With an absolute tailwind, the opponent advanced all the way, broke the high ground, and pushed to the crystal. Although the shooter on his side was resurrected, he couldn't stop the opponent from entering the crystal to resist injury. In a second, he was killed by a strong mid laner.

Looking at the opponent's lineup, there are super-meat tanks that hardly lose blood, shooters and mid laners with explosive damage, flexible junglers and roaming supports, and an impeccable team lineup. They only take the middle lane, and it takes less than 10 minutes. End an inning.

Xia Lang thought that when Shi Lian first came into contact with this kind of shameless team, it was uncomfortable to be crushed and beaten. He grabbed his phone and rubbed Shi Lian's head, "When you meet such a boring person, just step on it. It’s shit, don’t take it to heart, or the more you think about it, the more angry you will be.”

"This is no ordinary shit." Shi Lian's voice was sinister, "It's fine if you step on it once, but if you touch it again, it will smear him in the face."

Xia Lang heard something wrong in her words, pondered Shi Lian's expression, and saw a killing intent from it.

Apart from him, the only one who can make Shi Lian angry is that pair of dogs and men who got together.

"Then what, what's the man's name? Broken Island? Shendao?" Xia Lang tried hard to recall Captain Crown's name.

When Shi Lian picked up the phone, the big failure sign on the interface reminded her how she was brutally abused just now.

"Jiu Dao, a small island in his hometown, I heard it has a history of hundreds of years." That's what Lin Xuan told her at the beginning, and said that he would take her back to her hometown to play during the offseason.

It's a pity that the promise didn't catch up with the speed of derailment.

What about Jiu Dao? The corner of Xia Lang's mouth raised a bloody arc, "You ask him out now, let's have another round."

Shi Lian was very calm: "They cooperated perfectly, I won't win."

Xia Lang turned on his training machine, smiling as if he was sure to win: "You will win, and it will be beautiful."

Qiao Jia raised her eyebrows, and sure enough, the next second, Xia Lang gave him a look, "Jiajia, it's time to test our tacit understanding."

Qiao Jia was furious, "Don't call me Jiajia, you're a bitch, I'll consider calling you Brother Jia."

Xia Lang can bend and stretch: "Brother Jia!"

"Damn!" Qiao Jia turned on the phone. If he had half the thick skin of Xia Lang, he would not be as successful as he is now.

Qiao Kai picked up the phone very consciously and turned it on. Xiaopang put on a serious white face. He has never been suppressed and beaten like this since he became the king, and he has to find his place no matter what.

When Bai Zhan brought Boss Song to the training session, the children looked high-spirited and Song Qi raised his eyebrows.

Zuo Zongchong made a booing gesture to Bai Zhan, led the two of them out, closed the door, and then explained with a smile: "A child was provoked, and now we are organizing a group to fight him. This is the boss, right? We have been admiring for a long time, let's take a step to talk."

The borrowed place is the study room, Song Qi is sitting, and Bai Zhan is sitting at the desk on the left and right.

Zuo Zong looked at the young man in front of him, he was not much older than the oldest Qiao Kai in the team, his face was cold, his eyes were as sharp as a hook, his lips were pursed, he looked like a tough type who was not good at talking.

"Bai Zhan conveyed your thoughts to me. I want to know why you insist on not letting the team members do the live broadcast?"

The President cut to the chase, Zuo Zong didn't intend to hide it, he took out a pen from the pen holder, tapped the table, unknowingly showing a strong side.

"In my opinion, the most important thing for professional players is to do a good job in their own training. The others are secondary. It is true that the live broadcast will bring them popularity, but the fame and fortune that comes with it is not something that children of this age group can achieve." Self-adjusted."

Song Qi put his eyes on the pen in his hand, nodded, motioning for him to continue.

"I understand that team operations always need rewards, but there will never be less things that come with winning games, and the group will not lose money."

Song Qi leaned back on the armchair, his attitude seemed to be loose, but his expression was not relaxed at all.

"You won't lose money, but you won't make money either."

Song Qi smiled slightly: "Mr. Zuo, I'm a businessman, not a philanthropist. Why do I continue to do business that is barely even?"

Zuo Zong froze his hands, Song Qi narrowed his eyes, and put on the pressure of a superior on his face: "Also, I don't like talking with people when there is noise, so be more careful next time."

(End of this chapter)