Going home for the Chinese New Year with a year-end bonus of 100 million

Yang Fan watched as the white Mercedes sports car wobbled into the neighboring yard, unsure how to evaluate the little girl.

She seems like a rebellious, prickly young woman, but her words and actions reveal an unexpected sense of straightforwardness and propriety, which is quite interesting.

He chuckled and shook his head, not thinking about it anymore. He stepped on the gas and smoothly drove away from the narrow road, continuing towards the most bustling commercial street in the university town.

He hasn't taken care of the important business he was going out for today.

Once the idea of ​​opening an e-sports hotel took root in his mind, it grew wildly like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

But he wasn't naive; he knew that market research had to be done before investing.

The commercial street is lined with all kinds of shops, among which the most eye-catching are several brightly lit and huge internet cafes.

Yang Fan randomly picked "Storm Internet Cafe," which looked the largest, and pushed open the door to go inside.

As soon as you enter, a wave of heat, a mixture of instant noodle aroma, lingering cigarette smell, and warm air from the air conditioner, hits you.

The clattering of mechanical keyboards and the crisp clicks of mice rose and fell, creating a dense drumbeat.

Excited roars occasionally erupted from some corner in the air.

"Double Kill!"

"Nice! Nice! Push mid! We've won!"

"Holy crap, does this support even know how to play? He didn't even place a single ward!"

This familiar scene gave Yang Fan a fleeting feeling of returning to his university days.

He walked to the front desk and glanced at the price list.

The main hall costs 10 per hour, booths cost 15, and small private rooms cost 20.

This price would have been considered astronomical a few years ago.

"Handsome, want to board?" A young man with flaxen hair lazily looked up from the front desk.

"Let's get a private room." Yang Fan handed over his ID card.

He quickly topped up his account, took his ID card, and left, but didn't rush to board the machine.

Instead, he strolled around the internet cafe at a leisurely pace. Although he couldn't see the specific configurations of the computers, the monitors were mostly 2K high refresh rates, and the peripherals were all from well-known brands.

While it may not be considered a top-of-the-line configuration for enthusiasts, it's more than capable of playing the vast majority of games on the market.

The environment was better than he had imagined. There was a designated no-smoking area, the floor was clean, and there was even a water bar offering a variety of drinks and snacks.

Even so, the occupancy rate of the entire internet cafe was frighteningly high, with almost every seat filled.

Yang Fan was now completely confident.

The market here is much larger and more mature than he had imagined.

If he were to open a better-decorated, more well-equipped, and more comprehensive e-sports hotel, along with some more private and entertaining attractions, he would definitely have no trouble finding business.

He thought, since he's already here, he might as well stay a while and experience what it's like to be a customer.

He found his small private room, sat down, and skillfully turned on his computer and logged into League of Legends.

Looking at that familiar game interface, a long-lost muscle memory was awakened.

Instead of playing ranked matches that would require a lot of mental effort, he directly opened the ARAM (All Random All Mid) mode.

This mode is fast-paced, it's all about fighting from the moment you meet, especially Hextech ARAM, which is incredibly addictive.

In his first match, he was randomly assigned a long-range mage, and he had a blast spamming spells from behind, easily securing the victory.

I originally only planned to play one or two rounds and then leave, but who would have thought that once I started playing this game, time seemed to be fast-forwarded.

Before we knew it, two hours had slipped away.

Yang Fan yawned, stretched, checked the time, and prepared to get up and leave.

Just then, the curtain to the private room was suddenly flung open from the outside.

A familiar yet surprised voice rang out, and it was quite loud.

"Huh? Big brother?!"

Yang Fan was taken aback. He turned around and saw that the person standing at the door was none other than Zhou Yao, the "spirited young lady" he had just met at his door.

She had clearly just seen Yang Fan; her large eyes, adorned with exquisite eyeliner, widened in surprise, her face filled with astonishment.

"Holy crap! It really is you, bro! What a coincidence! You're here online too?"

Yang Fan smiled at her hurried manner and stood up: "Yes, I came to take care of some business and have some fun while I'm at it. I was just about to leave."

"Hey, don't go!" Zhou Yao rushed in, taking three steps at a time, and grabbed his arm in a very familiar manner, with quite a bit of strength.

"It's better to bump into each other than to arrange it. Since we've run into each other, let's play a few rounds together!"

"I just finished playing with my friends, and they were so bad at the game, I couldn't carry them, it's infuriating!"

She leaned closer to look at Yang Fan's computer screen, and her eyes lit up instantly.

"You play ARAM too? You're a pro! I love playing this game too!"

"Come on, let me show you how to beat the heat! Don't let my girl appearance fool you, I'm the famous Brawl Queen of this area!"

Seeing her enthusiastic and boastful manner, Yang Fan felt embarrassed to refuse her directly.

"Alright, let's play two more rounds then."

"Alright!" Zhou Yao immediately sat down at the computer next to Yang Fan, quickly turned it on and logged in. Her movements were smooth and efficient, clearly showing that she was a seasoned internet addict.

The two added each other as friends and were quickly matched together.

It has to be said that Zhou Yao's gaming skills are indeed quite good. Although she talks a lot, her operation is very sharp and her awareness is also very good. She is definitely not the kind of girl who can only play support roles and is just a slacker.

The two were incredibly coordinated, one daring to initiate and the other daring to follow, winning several rounds in a row.

Time flew by during the enjoyable game, and before we knew it, it was five o'clock in the afternoon.

Yang Fan checked the time and figured his parents should be back by now, having finished shopping. They were going to have their first meal at their new home that evening, so he had to go back.

"I'm done playing," he said, taking off his headphones and decisively quitting the game. "I have to go home; my family is having dinner with me tonight."

Zhou Yao reluctantly put down the mouse, stretched, and revealed her curves.

"Alright, I'm heading back now. Hey bro, wait for me a minute, I'm getting off at my next flight, can I hitch a ride with you?"

"Okay." Yang Fan nodded, feeling that it was no big deal.

The two walked out of the internet cafe together and got into Yang Fan's e300.

The atmosphere in the car was relaxed on the way back.

Yang Fan asked, seemingly casually, "Zhou Yao, judging from your accent, you must have always lived around here, right?"

"Yes," Zhou Yao replied nonchalantly while looking down at her WeChat message.

"I was born and raised here. From elementary school to high school, I never left this area."

"I can find every nook and cranny around here for you with my eyes closed."