The e-sports god takes it home

Chapter 952

Wen Ji has long been familiar with his stinking problem, and he doesn't care about it. He found a place to sit down consciously, and when he opened his mouth, he still looked like asking for warmth, and said with a smile: "Killing God, your hand ..."

"Stop." Ten Kill interrupted him without hesitation, "To make a long story short, you only have 10 minutes."

As he spoke, he looked down at the time on the phone, and changed his words: "No, 9 minutes."

Wen Ji: "..."

He was choking on his stomach full of manuscripts, and couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Tomorrow night's game...you should not play."

Shisha paused while playing with his mobile phone, but there was no trace of surprise on his face. He should have guessed that so many unusual things collided together.

Wen Ji understood everything by looking at his expression, and thought he was right, how could such a smart person not guess.

And they wanted ten kills to cooperate, and it was impossible to hide it from him, so they simply said: "Your hand injury has been going on for some years, and everyone in the circle and fans know that you have been recuperating for a while after the autumn competition. In the World Championship, you have fought so many rounds, and your body has long been overwhelmed. It is really helpless to suddenly fall ill and make a temporary substitution before the start of the semifinals. Not only will the fans not blame you, but they will also give you Fuck a dedicated personality, even if your status declines seriously in the future, they won't be embarrassed to say anything about you..."

"Just pretend you don't know about it. Afterwards, the money that belongs to you will not be less. You are not too young. How many more years can you play? Why don't you just take advantage of this time to earn enough, and after retirement Take it easy."

What he said was really earnest, and he was always thinking about Shisha, but how could Shisha not know that there is no such thing as a free lunch.

Behind this seemingly huge benefit lies a vast abyss, and if he makes a slight mistake, his body will be gone.

Not just him, but the whole club.

Anti-counterfeit matches and gambling/lottery are taboos in the e-sports industry, and they belong to the kind that step on the line and die.

Once discovered, the entire club will be disbanded, and the players will be suspended for life, and will no longer be able to engage in all occupations related to competitive sports.

Ten kills could at least get some hush money afterwards, but those kept in the dark like Zero and Yemu were dragged into the water in a daze, and they didn't even know how they died.

Why?
The owner of the Tihua Zhixiu Club must be poor and crazy to bet on all of their careers this time.

Shisha finally put down his cell phone, and didn't bother to worry about the timing anymore. He had a cold face, and his slightly sinister eyes narrowed slightly, showing extraordinarily contemptuous: "Why do you think I will agree? How much money do you have?"

Wen Ji coughed lightly, almost choking on his own saliva. In the eyes of their murderous gods, money that others could not earn in a few lifetimes became "this little money".

Okay, very arrogant, this is ten kills.

Since he dared to come, he had made all the preparations, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Of course the God of Death is not short of money, otherwise, when he was struggling in the secondary league, he wouldn't have the money to buy gambling, right?"

At this moment, Shi Sha's face completely sank, if Wen Ji hadn't reminded him, he would really have forgotten about it.

Everyone has a time when they are young and frivolous, let alone Shisha, a patient with advanced stage II disease.

The environment of the secondary league is poor, the management is relatively loose, and the trend of cracking down on match-fixing is prevalent.

They are all a group of children of half age, who have entered the e-sports circle with a passion, and all of them dream of becoming famous.

They didn't expect to come in, but it wasn't what they thought at all. The conditions of the secondary league were not good, and many teams didn't even have a base.

They train more than ten hours a day, but receive meager wages, eat instant noodles, and live in black Internet cafes and basements.

Perhaps in daily life, they are all masters in the game, and they all feel that they have the level of playing professionally.

But after stepping into the professional threshold, they understand what is meant by 'there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond the people', and their level is not enough at all.

Many people neglected their studies and gambled their youth. In the end, they just borrowed the nameless. After retiring, they lived worse than ordinary people.

Words such as dreams, beliefs, and bottom lines are vulnerable to reality.

Being upright can neither satisfy their hunger nor protect them from the cold.

You can play fake matches.

They only need to spend money to buy a lottery/ticket to bet on themselves to lose, and then make a stroke during the game, creating the illusion that they have lost everything due to an accidental mistake, and they can easily obtain extra income.

Most of the time, they don't even need to make mistakes. It is easy for them to lose a game quietly.

The fans not only couldn't see it, but they also wanted to comfort them in turn, telling them not to be sad and to play well.

And if they cooperate with gaming companies, the benefits will be incalculable.

If fans bet on them to win, they will lose, and if fans bet on them to lose, they will win. Gambling companies will make sure that they will not lose money, and the dividends they will receive are quite considerable.

At that time, they even circulated a saying in private, saying: Playing hard in the game may not win the championship, but playing fake games will definitely make a lot of money.

There are even some clubs that were founded by gaming companies themselves.

Shisha was only a young man back then, and he couldn't stand the excitement, and he bought it once or twice with his friends, but he always bet on himself to win every time, and every time he tried his best to win.

He bought a lottery, but never received money to play a fake match.

Not once.

But sometimes a mistake is a mistake, even if the mistake has no effect, he still has to bear the consequences.

Sensing that he was a little distracted, Wen Ji tapped his fingers in front of him, and analyzed the pros and cons for him in a 'very caring' way: "You should also know that the official attitude towards this kind of thing has always been zero tolerance. If it accidentally explodes, at least it will be suspended for two years, right?"

"As far as your current physical condition is concerned, let alone two years, you won't be able to afford it for a year. So what if you can afford it? At that time, which club will be willing to ask for a player who has a criminal record and is too old, A player who may retire at any time?"

Every word he uttered turned into a steel knife, and the knife pierced Tosha's heart. Tosha's fingers curled up little by little, and finally clenched into fists. Even the knuckles of the fingers turned white, but Still refrained from swinging it out.

Although he was heartbroken, he had to admit that everything Wen Ji said was true.

Angry to the extreme, Shi Sha laughed instead, "Are you threatening me?"

"Threats are a bit too far-fetched." Wen Ji patted him on the shoulder, and continued to pour him ecstasy soup: "As long as you want, we can cooperate immediately, and you don't have to do anything in the whole thing. In the base Squeeze the flowers and pull the weeds and it’s over, not only will you get a generous reward, but all your previous black history will be wiped out, how about it?"

(End of this chapter)