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It was exactly 1:30 in the afternoon when Jing Fan arrived at Meng Wangyang's office, which was neither a minute earlier nor a minute later than the time he made the appointment.
The remaining people in the team just got up from the bed. Yan Fusen folded the quilt and said that he would wait for Jing Fan to come over and they would line up in a double row. Jing Fan didn't object, but it had to be said that he and Yan Fusen's winning rate in duo queue was quite miserable, as if they were under a curse.
Jing Fan stood at the door of Meng Wangyang's office and knocked twice. After hearing someone inside say "come in," he gently pushed the door open.
As soon as he walked in, he happened to see Meng Wangyang feeding the anchovies he raised. There was also an idle scavenger posted on the wall of the fish tank
There are many media reporters or people from other teams who don¡¯t know much about the situation. They always like to say that the CEO and Vice President of Mag, despite their young age, are quite capable of cultivating their sentiments. One likes to make potted plants, and the other fish culture.
But in fact, only mag people know that the person who raised potted plants in the legend ended up leaving them all to He Weiming to take care of. The one who raised fish changed the water every three days and changed the batch of fish every five days.
Anchovy used to raise two turtles, one died of waterlogging and the other died of drought. Meng Wangyang happened to be away from home on a business trip. In the end, Jing Fan took Gao Yuqi and his assistant to clean up the murder scene.
"Mr. Meng."
Jing Fan stood in front of Meng Wangyang's desk. His hands that were originally in his trouser pockets were taken out and placed on his sides.
Speaking of which, Meng Wangyang, as a former professional e-sports player, was almost in the same group of players as Jing Fan when he first started playing in the Dota Professional League. Although they were not in the same dimension, the two of them had a good relationship outside of the game. They all have contact with each other and have a good relationship.
It was only later that Meng Wangyang retired early and switched careers to invest in creating a team, and then he and Jing Fan formed a superior-subordinate relationship. So now, Jing Fan still has to maintain a respectful distance from Meng Wangyang in formal terms.
"What do you want to say to me?" Meng Wangyang put the unfinished fish food back into the bag and turned around, "Sit down, you are here to report to me. Stand with your pen pointed straight."
"I have something to discuss with you," Jing Fan turned around and leaned on Meng Wangyang's desk, holding his hands on the table. "Has Kong Yan's contract been signed?"
"Not yet, why are you so anxious during the offseason?" Meng Wangyang took out a bottle of Coke from his small freezer and handed it to Jing Fan, "What's wrong? Are you anxious to try out your new support?"
"" Jing Fan raised his eyes and looked at Meng Wangyang without saying a word.
Originally, he wanted to express: This is obviously not the case, but Meng Wangyang did not understand the meaning and continued to talk.
"Don't worry, it's okay. Do you still trust the people recommended by He Weiming? Or are you afraid that you will hold them back?"
Jing Fan smiled helplessly and turned his head away.
"Oh, I know you are anxious. The lottery is about to be drawn. In fact, I am anxious too. Who doesn't want to see the new team members! But signing the contract and paying for it has to wait until Mr. Feng comes back"
"Then don't sign it." Feeling that Meng Wangyang's emotional intelligence did not seem to be able to understand this level, Jing Fan had no choice but to speak out what was on his mind.
As expected, Jing Fan¡¯s words startled Meng Wangyang, and he almost spilled the Coke in his hand.
"Tell mewhat are you talking about?"
"Kong Yan doesn't need to sign." Jing Fan straightened up, with a mysterious strength and determination in his indifferent expression.
"What do you mean? I don't understand"
¡°There is support in the youth training.¡±
"I know, that Xiao Zeyang?" Meng Wangyang sat back in his seat, "The key is that He Weiming told us now that based on the current situation of your team, Kong Yan will be more suitable."
"If Kong Yan is really suitable, why doesn't he discuss it with me"
"" Meng Wangyang was speechless by Jing Fan's casual question. He thought about it for a long time and said, "Then maybe he wants to arrange the marriage?"
""
Jing Fan is helpless, so now that he has money, he can really do whatever he wants. It doesn't make sense to have a lot of money. If others say this is suitable, then this is suitable, and he doesn't care about other things.
"Then what do you mean now?"
Meng Wangyang thought about it for a few seconds, and probably felt that there was something wrong with doing this in the team. After all, it was to choose a support for Jing Fan, and it was definitely wrong not to let the person involved know, so he asked Jing Fan.
"Just XiaoYang was just about to say righteously that he knew, but after meeting Jing Fan's suggestive eyes, his voice suddenly stopped, "Ah - this, this is what happened"
Jing Fan shrugged his shoulders.
¡°I¡¯ve been doing this for how many years, why is this shit still not over?!¡±
"I don't know," Jing Fan stood up and stretched out his hand to tug on his collar, "You should think about it slowly Just write me a reply before signing the contract."
"Okay." Meng Wangyang sighed, "Hey, tell me what this is all about."
****
Xiao Zeyang was particularly diligent today. He got up before ten o'clock to go to the live broadcast. Unfortunately, there were really few viewers in the live broadcast room in the morning. He wished that even the people who entered the live broadcast room to advertise were not at work, so Xiao Zeyang could only do it by himself. Talk to yourself.
When the second game was played, Shen Zheng suddenly came down from upstairs and was surprised to see Xiao Zeyang live broadcast.
"Why is it so early today?"
"Well, wake up early." Xiao Zeyang said.
"Turn off your voice first, I have something to tell you." Shen Zheng rubbed his messy hair with one hand and pointed at Xiao Zeyang's computer.
Xiao Zeyang had no choice, even if there were thousands of reluctances in his heart, he could only be obedient and turn off the sound.
"Who put that umbrella in my office?"
"Ohoh my god, why is the jungler still dodging!"
Xiao Zeyang stared at the screen while answering Shen Zheng's questions.
Although he also knew that this was a bit rude, he had no choice but to deal with it. For him now, there was really no other way to relieve the panic and embarrassment deep in his heart.
That photo from yesterday was really scary.
"Have you been to the headquarters? Or did someone bring the umbrella back?" Shen Zheng continued to ask.
"No," Xiao Zeyang said, "When I came back, I saw the umbrella thrown on the ground, and then I remembered that you had an identical one before, so I picked it up."
As soon as the words fell, Shen Zheng suddenly fell into a mysterious silence.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Zeyang asked.
"It's okay," Shen Zheng replied without thinking, and then took two steps behind Xiao Zeyang, "Did you also collect the broken cup?"
"yes¡¡"
"Then what else did you see?"
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