The first shooter, he was reborn [Esports]

After they left, the room suddenly became quiet. It is reasonable to say that they should sleep comfortably, but Cheng Che, who got used to having someone whispering beside him, couldn't fall asleep anymore.

He lay flat on the bed and just looked at the ceiling, blanking his head in a daze, but he couldn't help thinking about capital investment.

The basic fund of the team is not enough, the 2000 million here is a fixed fund, if it is unfrozen, it can be counted in and used...But if you want to unfreeze, you have to go to your father...

If you find your father, do you still worry about no one investing?

It's a cycle.

Forget it, we still have to see if Brother Feng and the others can get the boss to buy the shares. It's best not to use the money from my father.

After thinking for a while, Cheng Che got dressed and got up, went to the bathroom to tidy up his grooming, opened the Pippi dog box, and saw that the cream on his face that he smoothed with the small lid last night had a hole in it.

It was Lin Xingling without a doubt, he just couldn't remember how many times he had said to smooth off the face cream after using it.

Cheng Che with obsessive-compulsive disorder expressed his frustration.

Going out, Wu You from 503 over there just opened the door, the two of them look at each other and smile at each other.

"morning."

"Brother Che has woken up." Wu You lay on the foot of the door opposite door 504, looked in, knocked on the door, "Hey, I'm up, Xiao Pei, let's get up early today."

The Phantom in the room resisted the urge to come out immediately and crush him to death, turned over and got out of bed to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

Hearing the sound of water splashing, Wu You snapped his fingers, and smiled at Cheng Che: "Let's go first, Xiao Pei is taking a bath."

Cheng Che and Wu You walked to the living room, where Liu Yu was setting up half a table of tarot card arrays and making calculations. Seeing them both froze for a moment, they nodded and said nothing.

The little fortune teller looked pious.

The action of playing cards and the expression of frowning are very professional.

Liu Yan deduced for a long time and curled his lips, "What, it is said that there are noble people to help in the economic crisis, but something must be lost...but there is no way to determine what is lost."

in love?ideal?friendship?Innocence?money? …

"Don't scare me." Wu You scratched his head, "Every time you talk about it, you're always accurate... Don't lose your lifespan with this stuff."

"Fortune is the only way to shorten your life!" Liu Wei patted the table a few times, and confidently put away the tarot cards, "Divination... tsk, it should be fine, it's fine."

Suddenly a little unsure.

He was really sick all the time...

Cheng Che thought for a while, and said, "Ning, I would rather believe it, than... believe it in nothing... It's not superstition, superstition, you should touch less... this thing, if it's not necessary, if it's necessary...don't forget it. "

You'll know right away, so what?

……

Because of Liu Wei's level of prediction, when Brother Feng and Lin Xingling came out of the office to announce important things to everyone, everyone looked calm.

This is the economic crisis... It is not something we should worry about if we have noble people to help us.

Brother Feng: "You have nothing to say?"

Liu Yunuonuo raised her hand, "Yes, do you want to raise money?"

Wu You: "I'll ask my mother if she saved my wife's money for me."

"Don't do that."

Lin Xingling frowned and smiled, "It makes us look like we are passing on the X organization... It's okay, the team has money, don't worry."

"..."

…the team has no money.

It is true that those who demolished the east wall to compensate the west wall made more than 510 million yuan, and none of the bosses that could be found were interested in investing in it.

Although the investment is only less than 500 million, personal information is required to guarantee the contract. The big bosses are unwilling to bother for a little money, and the small bosses are afraid of losing money.

The only one who is easy to talk to is Hua Xu, the senior executive of Huazhi TV, but he wants to personally invest 3000 million to control the entire stock, and DCT has no way to agree to him.

Brother Feng and Lin Xingling ran around for a day, but finally made no progress.

…After calling the kids at the base and telling them to go back later and let them eat by themselves, the two of them sat by the curb in a very decadent manner, eating skewers.

Brother Feng smiled wryly while holding a beer can: "Anyway, I'm also the head coach of one of the Yusanjia teams. I don't have any connections at all."

Lin Xingling just sighed, took a stick of roasted gluten and ate it.

"Don't just eat, drink two bottles with me."

……

"DCT-Clear: Why haven't you come back yet?"

"DCT-Clear: ???"

He said he would come back later, but he didn't return until one o'clock in the morning.

…Sent a message without replying, and turned off the phone on the phone. In the end, Phantom used a computer to hack into the Stars account to locate the specific location of the coach and the two:

Chuan Chuan Xiang barbecue stand.

"I thought something was wrong... If Daddy Xing and the others were enjoying the incense, they would usually come back at three or four o'clock." Wu You patted Cheng Che on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Brother Che, it's okay." .”

Liu Wei nodded, and added: "The two of them just drink and eat a bunch of skewers, and nothing will happen."

Cheng Che: No way.

Although...still worried.

After receiving the location address sent by Phantom, Cheng Che declined the idea of ​​Liu Wei and the others to follow him to find someone, Cheng Che took the battery car key and ran all the way.

Forget what Liu Wei said, "What if the battery car can only carry one coach?"

When they arrived at the destination, they could see the two remaining figures on the barbecue stand from a distance.

The boy in the red T-shirt who dozed off with his head on one hand while holding the wine bottle was Lin Xingling, and the one crying on the table was Brother Feng.

"Team, captain...coach?"

Cheng Che walked over and looked at them worriedly.

A piece of beer cans and liquor bottles were on the ground like a war, like a catastrophe.

"Drunk, drunk?"

"..."

Lin Xingling tasted very good wine, and when he was drunk, he would just keep smiling quietly, not talking, just laughing.

Gentle and gentle.

Unlike Brother Feng, who cried that he was worthless and beat the table and stomped his feet, crying and crying and had to hold the hand of the boss who came to deliver the food.

The boss withdrew his hand from Brother Feng's, and Cheng Cheng smiled: "Hey, aren't you that...that team member who came to pick up your coach?"

Cheng Che nodded.

"Stars and Brother Feng don't do this often, just occasionally."

I have been regular customers for half a year, and the boss knows very well that these two are playing e-sports, and also knows that the blue-eyed boy in front of him is a new shooter member of the DCT team.

Not only is it clear, but also where the DCT team is... After all, sometimes these two drunks have to be sent back.

"En." Cheng Che responded.

The boss glanced at the small battery car on the side of the road behind him, "How can I take two people by tram, hey, let me follow you and take them back."

Seeing Cheng Che's bewildered face, he explained, "I send them back every time they get drunk, don't worry."

Only then did Cheng Che let out a "huh".

"..."

Back at the base, Liu Wei and the others didn't sleep, and came to the gate to help him carry Brother Feng into the room.

Cheng Che supported Lin Xingling.

Lin Xingling was still conscious, he could understand their words, and he could chatter tremblingly at them: "Give him... put a glass of water by the table."

"I know~"

Cheng Che: Come back, you.

Pulling Lin Xingling back to the room, putting him on the bed and sitting him down, Cheng Che stood in front of him seriously and asked him, "No, haven't you found... someone to invest in?"

Lin Xingling shook his head.

"Let, let me look for it tomorrow, okay?"

"Hug... hug, cub."

"Answers to Questions"

Cheng Che frowned, "Hug, hug what, say...listen to my business."

"Don't worry about the investor's affairs and love, let me... I will handle it, don't worry."

Don't worry about my work.

"Son, are you...drunk? Come on, hug, don't worry, if it's really not possible, I'll let my dad...hehe, I beg my dad to go." Lin Xingling said with a smell of alcohol.

Cheng Che pushed him down on the bed, go to sleep.

That is to say, the two adults in the team didn't wake up until noon the next day. When they woke up, Cheng Che had already set off with the preview contract.

The main business of Cheng's Group is real estate development and live broadcast e-commerce. Its subsidiaries include Shengping Real Estate, Qingzhu Entertainment, Dajiang TV, etc., and its scale is distributed across the country.

Assets reached billions of dollars.

The headquarter of the group is in Huangpu District, the building is as high as 36 floors, and the president's office is on the [-]th floor.

Cheng Che made an appointment with his father to meet him in his studio at 45 p.m., dressed very formally, took the elevator to the door of the president's office on the sixth floor of No.30 at [-]:[-], and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

Cheng Ming, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, still looks vigorous.

"Dad, I came here today... I want to discuss with you about investment... Investing in our team."

Cheng Che handed him the preview contract with both hands, and stood aside cautiously, not daring to sit on the chair.

Even if he lives again, he still doesn't want to get close to his father.

Cheng Ming took the stack of A4 papers and put them on the desk, saying: "I have already read the electronic documents you sent this morning, please sit down first."

Only then did Cheng Che obediently sit down.

"I'm your father, you don't have to be restrained here, this place will be yours from now on." Cheng Ming searched for a long time from the drawer and found a box of chocolates for him, "Here, when you were young, you liked sweets the most, and I keep them here every day. , just waiting for you."

Prepare every day?Then you have been looking for it for so long? …

"Thank you, Dad..." Cheng Che took the chocolate and asked, "Then look... this contract."

Cheng Ming smiled and said nothing.

"If you find it numb and troublesome... I can sign it."

Cheng Che looked at him holding the chocolate box, just like when he was a child.

He still didn't speak, just looked at his son.

"It's just... just need no, less than 500 million, I can't use it... use my mother's money, it's frozen..." Cheng Che didn't know what his father was thinking, and his words were incoherent.

Although there is a feeling of using his own mother as an excuse for saying this, there is no other way.

"You eat sugar first."

Cheng Ming's cell phone on the edge of the table vibrated twice, then hung up by himself. He glanced at the contact's name and took the cell phone out to answer the call.

Should it be an important customer?

Cheng Che frowned, important customers would not ring twice and hang up on their own initiative.

…Other than important clients, there was only one person who could make my father abandon him.

He married his second wife back home.

You're so good, she's very careful about making phone calls for fear of disturbing her husband's work.

With so many details, it's no wonder that the father was so fascinated that he wanted to marry her despite the threat of running away from home.

It's no wonder that he can let his father care about his own life for almost a year.

If I hadn't worked so hard to win the chance to play in the Eastern Conference Finals of the Spring Split in this life, maybe my father would never have thought of contacting me...

After all, there is a lesson from the current car in the previous life.

Cheng Che threw the box of chocolates on the desk in annoyance, pricked up his ears and only heard something vaguely.

"I'm busy, you take your daughter to the hospital first."

The author has something to say:

【Small Theater - Drunken Butterfly】

Hamster Xingling: So I am a drunken butterfly!

Maomao Chuche: Butterfly? !Where are the butterflies!

Hamster: (pointing to himself)

Maomao: (slaps it flying)