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After hearing the teacher's words, Wang Shaocheng's head lowered even further. He pursed his lips and lowered his head like a mournful duck without saying a word.

Seeing Wang Shaocheng's cowardly appearance, Chang Feng became even more angry. He raised his finger and pointed at Wang Shaocheng, but after pointing for a long time, nothing happened.

Finally, Chang Feng exhaled a breath of thick air, walked around Wang Shaocheng and sat on the sofa.

He was afraid that if he stood still, he might really be tempted to do something.

3 million, no matter how much of a bastard Chang Feng is, he still can't say "Why do you need so much money?"

And as Wang Shaocheng's teacher, Chang Feng had often heard Mu Xiayang mention his family background, so he naturally understood how big a figure this 3 million was to Wang Shaocheng.

But Chang Feng felt very aggrieved.

It was Mu Xiayang who discovered Wang Shaocheng's piece of rough jade, and it was Chang Feng who carved the piece of rough jade. However, just when the work was about to begin, the piece of jade was taken away by others.

"What are you still doing here?" Chang Feng looked at Wang Shaocheng and asked, "You must not be from NSD now, right?"

"Hand in your resignation notice." Wang Shaocheng muttered in a low voice.

Chang Feng then looked at Mu Xiayang: "Then give him approval."

Mu Xiayang looked at the two of them, sighed lowly at the end, and signed Wang Shaocheng's resignation notice.

explain,

From now on, nsd, gray light, is ks, gray light.

Chang Feng clenched his fists subconsciously, but in the end reluctantly let go.

A low-level player who has been in the youth training camp for several years finally has an opportunity to make money. What should he do? Stop him and ask him to remember the kindness he taught me a few skills and stay without money?

Wang Shaocheng had already reached the door of the office with his luggage, but he suddenly stopped and looked back at Chang Feng, and finally bowed to Chang Feng.

"Sorry, teacher."

Then he walked resolutely outside the club.

The office fell into suffocating silence until Chang Feng suddenly looked downstairs outside the office window and saw Wang Shaocheng walking out of the club into a car that had been parked in front of the club, and finally disappeared completely behind Chang Feng.

in the field of vision.

"I was playing games at home, and as soon as I logged off, I received the news that Wang Shaocheng was transferring," Chang Feng murmured, "I was really not prepared at all."

"When did he tell you this?"

"Also this afternoon, the resignation notice was suddenly placed on my desk." Mu Xiayang said, "He himself doesn't know this. There must be someone from KS who is giving him advice behind his back. He probably started preparing it early in the morning.

Alright."

"I haven't dared to tell anyone about this yet." Mu Xiayang leaned on the back of the office chair, and the creaking sound pierced the suffocating atmosphere of the dark office, "There are still half a month left before everyone can participate in the battle royale.

The club is about to submit the roster of players, and it’s a good thing now that our main force in the battle royale is gone.”

"Let's bring in the substitutes first. They still have to participate in the game. Otherwise, the other five people have been preparing for so long in vain. We can't let them train for so long and not play in the game."

Chang Feng said nothing, but Mu Xiayang had already come up with a list of substitutes, thinking about who would be more suitable to take over.

After a period of rest, Chang Feng calmed down like the foam of beer. He glanced at Mu Xiayang and couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "You don't seem to be angry at all?"

"Angry, Mader is so mad at me. I just finished draining the water and was about to open two packs of 0 food mats. Then that bastard came in with a resignation notice. I can't force you to stay. If we start a lawsuit with ks, we will be the inferior ones."

Plus," Mu Xiayang replied while looking at the list.

As he said that, he suddenly paused for a moment before continuing: "But Lao Chang, do you still remember what happened when we were freshmen?"

"When we were freshmen, we wanted to go out and become famous because of our skills, so we went to ESR's youth training camp together. As a result, we worked as bricklayers in the studio for almost a year and paid 1 cent for it.

I didn’t make any money, and I didn’t even get to play a single game in the second-tier league.”

"We were really poor at that time. We were stuck in the contract and couldn't leave. 89% of one month's salary was used to pay for water, electricity and equipment. The remaining 200 to 300 yuan was our monthly expenses.

I can live on noodles and steamed buns every day."

Although he didn't know why Mu Xiayang suddenly recalled the past, Chang Feng still snorted in a very cooperative manner: "Ma De, do you still have the nerve to tell me that you are the rich second generation as soon as possible and we will eat noodles every day?"

"So, if it's so hard for us, a second-generation rich man and a hidden master, to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, then how hard it must be for other players in the youth training camp."

Talk app—

"Wang Shaocheng has finally survived. This 3 million is already money that 99% of professional players will never make in their lifetime."

At this time, Chang Feng finally heard the implication of Mu Xiayang's words: "So are you trying to impress yourself so that you can comfort your injured heart? So that you don't continue to be angry with that bastard?"

"Well, what are you doing now?" Mu Xiayang looked up at Chang Feng and asked.

Chang Feng's hand that was pressing the screen suddenly paused - he was sending a message to Ghost Sword asking him to help take care of that idiot Wang Shaocheng. If possible, it would be best to press Wang Shaocheng for him and give him a set of military boxing to vent his feelings.

anger.

"Tsk." Chang Feng smacked his lips and put away his phone.

There is no loyalty at all in the business relationship between clubs and players. No matter which game or club comes during the transfer period, one group of people will be transferred and another group of people will be attracted. This fact is actually very clear to Mu Xiayang and Chang Feng.

He was just angry that since Wang Shaocheng had the idea of ​​​​leaving, why didn't he say it earlier and had to wait until he left to reveal the matter, so that he and Mu Xiayang were completely unprepared.

It felt like I was walking along the road, and then a dog suddenly jumped out and drained my trouser legs. Not only was I disgusted, but I also made myself horny.

"Anyway, I have written this down. If I see him in the game in the future, I will kill him a few more times as tuition." Chang Feng was still stubborn.

"Don't worry about the tuition fees. The focus of your tasks in the next few days, I will send you the game number of the substitute, NSD, Qingkong. Please help me take care of it when you are free." Mu Xiayang said, rubbing the center of his eyebrows.

It was just a gray light. As the two most important people in the club, Mu Xiayang and Chang Feng did not fall into panic because of this incident and kept complaining. Since the incident has happened, instead of continuing to complain, it is better to think of a solution quickly, and

Wang Shaocheng's incident can be regarded as a reminder to Mu Xiayang. During this period, he must also find a way to raise an additional part of the funds, and at least resolve the signing contracts of several team competition players in the club, so as to avoid a similar situation from happening again.

.

If it really doesn't work, I can only fight with my father.

"You don't get any increase in salary, and you just call your dad like this every day." Chang Feng muttered in a low voice.

"Would you like to play skewers?" Mu Xiayang said.

It was said that he was playing skewers, but in fact he was drinking to relieve his worries. The pressure on Mu Xiayang was no less than that of Chang Feng.

It's just a pity that a certain fool doesn't understand Mu Xiayang's thoughts.

"Wait until I call Xuexue too." Chang Feng said.

"Hey, what the hell are you——"

Mu Xiayang thought for a while and finally decided to call An Xingyu out too.

Sooner or later, Wang Shaocheng's departure had to be told to others. Mu Xiayang planned to give these two a breath of air first, lest An Xingyu go directly to the KS with a knife and lift Wang Shaocheng's skull when the news was announced tomorrow.