PUBG Mobile's strongest profession eats chicken

Chapter 293 Do you want to be number one in the world?

In the office, Qin Fan checked the contracts signed by the seven people one by one, for fear that these people would be dazzled by happiness and fill in the wrong contracts, which would be a tragedy.

"It is tentatively set as a fixed annual salary of [-] yuan, and bonuses are calculated separately. Is this salary satisfactory?" Qin Fan smiled after checking the contract.

The seven nodded repeatedly and said with a smile, "Satisfied."

Especially those ordinary players like Wei Xing and Wang Xiaofei, who were promoted, nodded their heads like crazy. They never thought that they could get an annual salary of [-] in this life.

"A 10 annual salary makes me so happy? This is promising." Qin Fan pretended to be contemptuous, and then said to Li Changxiao: "Which range is the prize money for the championship in a domestic competition now?"

"Look at the scale, between 100 million and 700 million." Li Changxiao said.

"Listen, listen, this should be your goal." Qin Fan joked.

"That's not all ours." Sun Wood curled his lips and said, he used to do live broadcasts, and he could earn tens of thousands a month. The annual salary of 10 is really not high for him.

"I think Student Sun wants to go back to sweep the floor again." Qin Fan raised his eyebrows.

"No, no, the bonus is quite high, quite high." Sun Wood shook his head again and again, and changed his words.

Qin Fan continued: "It's a good thing to have a high vision. Domestic competitions generally have low standards. If you want to make a lot of money, you have to participate in international competitions. The championship prize is 900 million."

"Hiss..., is it this tall?" The seven of them suddenly gasped.

"It's still a beautiful knife." Qin Fan said with a smile.

"Hiss..., is it that high?" The seven of them gasped again, their voices all raised a bit.

"Three games a year." Qin Fan continued with a smirk.

"Hiss..., is it so tall?" The seven people gasped for breath, almost shouting these words.

Sun Wood counted with his fingers for a long time before trembling: "We must earn at least 6000 million a year?"

The minimum prize money for one game is 900 million US dollars, and the three games are 700 million US dollars, which is more than [-] million yuan in RMB. Such a huge sum of money, they didn't even dare to think about it before. But at this time, when Qin Fan said this, it seemed that more than [-] million was at his fingertips, which caused the mouth of the seven people to drool non-stop.

Li Changxiao, who was behind the seven people, gave Qin Fan a thumbs up secretly, and praised Qin Fan with his mouth: "This big cake is well drawn."

Qin Fan smiled and said nothing. He was indeed drawing cakes for the seven people to satisfy their hunger. If a team wants to move forward, it must have a big cake hanging in front of it. motivation, and a team without motivation has only one dead end.

"Want it?" Qin Fan asked.

"I think." The seven replied loudly.

"But with your current strength, you can't even beat a second-rate domestic team." Qin Fan mocked.

"We... don't we have the guidance of the king? It is not easy to defeat them." The seven said without confidence.

"Rely on me? Rely on me off the field, on the field, who do you rely on? Jesus or the Jade Emperor?" Qin Fan continued to attack them.

The seven people were speechless and silently lowered their heads.

"I have the ability to build you into the world's number one team. I may not be able to break out of the tight encirclement. It depends on your ability. Professional competition is not as simple as you think. Even Caesar in the glory period has to go all out to deal with it. Every game." After Qin Fan finished speaking, he suddenly shouted loudly: "Do you want to be number one in the world?"

"I think." The seven replied loudly.

"Then why don't you go to training and wait for me to treat you to tea?" Qin Fan said.

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)