League of Legends: Reborn in Season 3, Tuning the Entire League

Chapter 41: Save some money!
MMP!

It feels like I have to spend money everywhere.

As expected, in the early days of e-sports clubs, when there were not many means of monetization, it was really difficult to run one unless you were a rich second-generation.

The base is located in Jinling, so the team must be equipped with a base vehicle. Even if the initial conditions are a bit difficult, a Wuling Hongguang, the god of vans, will cost at least 30,000 to 40,000 yuan.

"No, no!" Jiang Ming shook his head violently. "Regularity is one thing, but I can't impose the conditions of future esports clubs on the present."

Cut out some of the parts that can be saved first, and then increase them gradually.

First of all, the personnel composition.

The club is currently small, so there is no need to recruit for all positions at once.

First of all, let’s talk about Senior Sister Lin. She is usually a manager, and she can also work part-time as a team leader when the team is playing competitions.

Amitabha, senior sister, please do more work if you are capable!
An assistant coach is an urgent need, and we have to recruit one. Since we are starting from scratch anyway, the best choice is of course to find one among the high-ranking passers-by.

In terms of club logistics, we need a cook. The salary can be slightly increased, and food and accommodation are provided. It would be best if she also takes care of the hygiene issues of the club and the players.

It’s mainly about the hygiene of the venue, and clothes and such, it’s just a matter of buying a washing machine.

Oh yes, we also need a driver. This position can be combined with the club's logistics management. When he is not playing games, he can help the aunt with logistics, such as buying rice and vegetables and carrying them.

When playing a game, let the opponent be the driving god of Akina Mountain.

Jiang Ming knew that the construction talent market that the senior student mentioned was full of elderly people with limited strength who relied on getting up early every day to work as laborers at various construction sites. If the only requirements were life skills such as cooking and driving, it would not be difficult to recruit people, and the salary and benefits were very affordable, just as the senior student said.

Unlike other commercial enterprises, as long as the core issues of the e-sports clubs' team players and head coaches can be resolved, other problems will be relatively easy to solve.

It just so happens that Jiang Ming has an innate advantage in this regard that others do not have.

"Then there are the players' contracts..."

After all, LPL is different from the small-scale Internet cafe teams. After being labeled as a professional league, the players' salary levels need to be increased accordingly.

In front of the computer, Jiang Ming pondered for a while, drew a slash on the originally set figure, added a basic salary of 2800 yuan, and added some bonuses later.

Don't think it's low. In 2013, when e-sports was not yet popular, except for a few stars who could get high salaries of around yuan, the salaries of many team players were actually pitifully low. One or two thousand yuan was the norm, and even then, there were frequent delays in payment, bosses running away without paying, and the neighboring team even using instant noodles to offset bonuses.

The advantage of NXG is that all the players were trained by him, and there are no star players, so the increase in salary is not too much.

As for the contract length...

Jiang Ming's expression changed, but in the end he couldn't make up his mind to follow the example of a certain Contract King Club and cheat these young people to death.

After all, he is a prophet who knows very well that in just one year, the young gamers who are currently at the bottom of society will be transformed into e-sports players, and their wages will increase exponentially.

The contract term ranges from two to three years, with a minimum two-year priority renewal right, and signing is entirely voluntary.

The number of years cannot be too many. If it is too many, the club can sell for more money through liquidated damages, but not many can afford this money in the next two years.

Two years is just right, neither too many nor too few. You can achieve results in one year and earn a year's worth without scaring away buyers.

Part of the club's operating funds still rely on selling players.

We can learn from WE's future strategies for buying and selling youth players.

Swish!Swish!
From evening till late at night, Jiang Ming finally figured out the next development plan for the NXG Club.

……

It is better to return to the team base early rather than late. That night, Jiang Ming did not broadcast live too late. After apologizing to the audience, he ended the broadcast early to rest.

The next day, at four in the morning! "Tsk, now I'll have something to show off when I become a successful person in the future."

Walking out of the door and looking at the pitch-black surroundings, Jiang Ming felt emotional.

We are also people who have seen Jinling at four in the morning.

When someone asks you about your secret to success in the future, just say, "Have you ever seen Jinling at four in the morning?"

Just thinking about it, the upward curve of the corners of my mouth is almost unsuppressed.

"Mr. Jiang, I've arrived at the location! (Location)"

Ding Dong, the phone shows a message from Lin Jingyi, five minutes ago!
Well, I was too careless. I didn't expect my subordinates to be so brave.

After waiting for a few minutes, he finally stopped a taxi. Jiang Ming showed the driver the address and said, "Driver, go to Andemen!"

"Andemen?"

The Jinling driver, who usually doesn't like to chat, was a little curious and glanced at Jiang Ming in the rearview mirror.

"Brother, are you going to Andemen so early to recruit people?"

"Well, Master, are you familiar with that place?"

"Well, of course I'm familiar with it. This is the largest labor market in Jinling City. Someone in my line of work knows this."

Jiang Ming's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "Master often goes there. Can you help me call out later? Help me recruit two people, mainly cooks and drivers. It's not in vain..."

"It's a small matter." The master waved his hand, interrupting Jiang Ming's spell to express his reward. "Don't even mention the reward. The people here in Andemen are all hard-working people who make a living by selling their labor. It's great that you, a young man, can think of coming here to give them a good living. I also came from this damn place, how can I ask you for money?"

"Thank you...thank you."

Jiang Ming felt inexplicably complicated.

Give me a living?
He just values ​​the cheap labor here.

At four o'clock in the morning, the city of Jinling was still immersed in the damp fog of winter, and the temperature outside was frighteningly low. The driver parked his car at a corner of the Andemen signboard. The green light on the dashboard reflected Jiang Ming's somewhat sleepy face.

I didn't feel anything when I just woke up, but now I feel very sleepy.

However, there were already quite a few people squatting on the cement ground on the right side of Andemen Square, their safety helmets and snakeskin bags blurred into blurry outlines under the street lights.

Jiang Ming got out of the car. The morning breeze brought the unique smell of life in the Labor Square into his nose, and he couldn't help but tighten his down jacket.

"Mr. Jiang!"

"Senior!"

In the crowd, Senior Sister Lin, who seemed to have been talking to the job seeker for quite a while, waved.

Looking in the direction where the senior student was, I saw hands stretched out from the crowd under the street lights, all covered with cracks. Those hands were either holding wrinkled "resumes" with only one or two paragraphs, or clutching thermos cups with peeling paint, emitting a faint white mist in the cold air of the early December morning.

Although there were various breakfast carts parked nearby, most of them were only willing to take a bite or two of the steamed buns they brought with them, and then swallowed them down with big gulps of warm water in the cup.

He didn't move forward, probably because he couldn't stand the atmosphere.

Jiang Ming's mood at this moment is actually the same as that of most people who possess the gentle qualities unique to the Chinese.

Even though he himself is not doing well, he cannot bear to see others suffering.

(End of this chapter)