I became Piktao’s elf

To be honest, An Lan and his wife didn't believe in ghosts or monsters at all, let alone their temperament.

Temperament is a thing that cannot be seen or touched. He is just a loser. Even when he occasionally has the luxury of going to the club when his salary is paid, those young ladies who claim to have been ballet since elementary school do not have the temperament.

But today, An Lan saw it.

The young master in front of me is so pampered and not angry!

But An Lan also knew that Mr. Wang's temperament came from the family behind him.

From the moment he was born, he was the pride of heaven. Not to mention the flattery surrounding Mr. Wang after Lao Wang's business grew bigger and bigger.

"The boss is so... so noble!"

An Lan couldn't help but sigh, which attracted the attention of the man who was smoking a cigar.

The few kids in front of him are essentially no different from his employees. Mr. Wang started an e-sports industry just to follow the popular trend. The rich second generation around him have joined in, and he just wants to play along.

After hearing An Lan's words, Wang Shao looked at someone for the first time. When he saw An Lan, his eyes lit up!

Good boy, it would be a shame not to be a star!

"How to say?"

Hearing Mr. Wang's question and ignoring Beckman's wink, An Lan said openly and honestly: "I never knew what temperament was before. Only when I met the boss today did I realize that what Goethe said is true."

Young Master Wang is more interested. He has been a good tutor since he was a child and likes to be arty. Studying abroad in college is still about philosophy, which is the same as tearing onions. Only when you have money can you look at the world dialectically!

"People always think that people become smart when they get older. In fact, the older people get, the less likely they are to be as smart as they used to be. A person becomes a different person in the course of his life, but it is difficult to say that he will become a superior person. "

Before Mr. Wang could get confused, An Lan concluded: "Just like you, boss, your temperament is not ordinary!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Wang Shaoxu pointed at An Lan twice and was in a good mood.

An Lan's answer was neither humble nor arrogant, saying he should lick it. He didn't have that flattering energy and seemed very sincere.

It's not like he's licking. How come someone can be so honest and honest when meeting someone and praise him?

However, as Mr. Wang laughed loudly, Beckman beside him and Huamuan and Nuannan behind An Lan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the atmosphere was not so oppressive.

At this moment, six people came in from behind.

Mr. Wang pointed to the sofa next to him and said, "You three sit down."

Just as Huamuan and Nuan Nan were about to excuse themselves, they saw An Lan obediently walk over and sit down, and at the same time made a gesture to them.

The two of them swallowed their words alive and came to An Lan's side.

"It's also stupid." An Lan breathed a sigh of relief and made quick calculations in his mind.

"Obviously, this little king wants to scare the monkeys, but he can't chill the hearts of loyal employees. He just let the three of us sit down. Fortunately, he reacted quickly. If he shirks at this time, he will probably be criticized along with the other seven people."

Why not let Beckman sit?

nonsense! He is the coach!

The coach doesn't understand how to manage the players, but when it comes to asking the boss, is he worthy of sitting there?

Seeing that Beckman kept giving him winks to tell him to stop talking, An Lan knew that this Xiao Wang was definitely not an easy person to get along with.

He has been pampered and pampered since he was a child, and he basically follows me and thrives. It’s strange that he has a good temper!

Seeing that the team he bought is about to achieve results, and suddenly encounters such a thing, do you think he is angry?

He must be holding back a lot of anger, that is, because he is a big player, the team manager, Beckman and even the employees on Weibo often report his popularity to Xiao Wang, so he respects himself a little bit.

Just as An Lan was thinking about it, Xiao Wang spoke.

"I particularly like a saying, do you guys know?" Mr. Wang's voice was cold and indifferent, completely different from before, "The world of the poor is in black and white, and the world of the rich is in color."

"Well...that's right! Your world..."

He casually pointed at the six people in front of him with his cigar, "You come over and stand too!"

"Yes, yes!" Beckman quickly walked to stand next to the six people.

"You guys have transformed from ordinary people to the middle class through the e-sports industry, and you can be considered rich."

"Come on, I can understand." Mr. Wang glanced at them, his eyes as sharp as falcons. The seven of them lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him. "After all, the more you play and the more exposure you have, the more popular you will be and the more money you will make!"

"but!!!"

He picked up an ashtray on the table and smashed it out, hitting Beckman in the forehead.

Beckman doesn't even dare to hide. He has an annual salary of one million. What's wrong with the boss hitting you?

If he hides and resigns, I'm afraid no team will accept him after just one phone call!

There was blood left on his forehead, and Beckman remained silent. The six team members standing next to him were so scared that their legs were shaking.

An Lan frowned slightly, thinking that Beckman was the chicken and the other six were monkeys.

With a "but", Mr. Wang's tone became cold and stern.

"You have to figure out who you are working for! You have messed up my team, why do you still want to just slap your butt and leave? Ang?"

"If you think so, you can give it a try! Let's see which team dares to want you!"

He didn't say anything about their strength. To him, it didn't matter whether these six people were strong or not.

The most popular one is An Lan. The manager and Beckman also analyzed that the three of them are role players in basketball, blue collar!

Then what are you afraid of?

"Who is Star?" Mr. Wang put out his cigar and leaned back against the sofa, his legs casually resting on the table. Under the light, the pair of Oxford handmade leather shoes almost reflected light.

"I, I, I... I am Star, Mr. Wang." Star was so frightened that he raised his little hands like a quail.

"Young Master Wang?" The man fumbled with his beard and said with a contemptuous smile: "This is the difference between people, huh?"

He pointed at An Lan and said, "Brother Lan knew how to call me boss when he came in. You are also a member of my team. You call me Young Master Wang?"

"Fuck~" An Lan was trembling in his heart. What if his boss calls him Brother Lan?

Waiting online, very anxious!

"Old...Boss..." Star was so frightened that he almost cried, his whole body trembling with trembling.

"What are you afraid of? Ang? I can't do anything to you in a society governed by the rule of law!" Mr. Wang was very annoyed when he saw Star like that. "If you dare to ride a horse and fight with the coach, I thought you had some ability, at least you have the courage. Co-authoring is a lead. Does the silver gun have a waxy head?"

"Who are Adou and Kamito?"

"Hello, boss." Adou and Kamito also raised their hands, trying to appear calm.

"Tell me, what are you three going to do?" Wang Shao originally thought that today would be interesting, but now he realized that this was just a group of children. Except for An Lan, who was a little interesting, the others were just like children who had not grown up.

It is completely different from his usual intrigues with the board of directors and senior executives along with his father.

It's really boring.

"I...I won't start anymore." Star said quickly, he was frightened.

Kamito and Adou next to him also said, "I won't start the game either."

"Where are you three?"

Seeing Mr. Wang looking at him, Zi Mo, Qiao Xi, and Xingyu quickly took a step forward.

Zi Mo was the first to say: "Boss, we are doing this because..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Mr. Wang interrupted him impatiently, not wanting to hear the whole story. "Beckman, how do we solve this problem?"

"Boss." Beckman quickly took two steps forward and said: "It's a good thing for the substitutes to want to compete, but it's unreasonable for them to go directly to the position. To be honest, the six people can't play much different, so it's better to rotate. It's not one person and one person. On the field, three people take turns to play. Today there are three of you, next time there will be three of them."

"If they lose the game, the other side will get one more round."

"Okay, let me figure it out this time. If you don't understand, get out!" Wang Shao yawned and said, "Everyone, go out. Beckman goes to the bodyguard at the door and asks him to take you to treat the wound. An Lan stays .”

After hearing this, several people turned around and left as if they had been granted amnesty. Although An Lan was confused as to why he was looking for him, he always remained unchanged in the face of all changes.

......

After everyone went out, An Lan stood up cautiously, but Wang Shao next to him pulled his sleeve, "Sit down, there's no need to stand up."

"Come, let's chat casually." Mr. Wang took out a cigarette, a thick 95.

An Lan took one and lit it for Mr. Wang, then lit it himself.

He smoked in his previous life, but stopped smoking when he traveled back in time because smoking among professional players would definitely lower his reflexes.

Even if his body is digitized, it is not a reason to indulge himself.

But when your boss offers you a cigarette, you say you can’t smoke it while riding a horse and refuse?

That is a pure cow and horse!

"Lawyer Gu is your agent, right?"

"Yes, Uncle Gu is my agent." An Lan nodded obediently, thinking about Gu Jiuli's weight in the hearts of these rich people.

"We are all our own people! Haha." At this time, Mr. Wang was very kind. He pointed at the half-smoked cigar on the table and said with a smile: "I really can't get used to smoking this thing. I don't feel it at all. Have you seen The Godfather?" "

"Haha, Brother Wang is still humorous. But just now it really sounded like Marlon Brando!" An Lan changed the title calmly to test Mr. Wang's reaction.

Young Master Wang was stunned for a moment after hearing Brother Wang, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "You boy! I'm only thirty, but it's right for you to call me Brother Wang when you are sixteen! You call me younger! How is this year? Are you sure you can win the championship?"

"Yes." An Lan nodded decisively, "I play professionally just to win the championship!"

"Okay! You are ambitious!" Mr. Wang became even happier. He patted An Lan on the shoulder and said, "Lawyer Gu is filing a lawsuit for our Zhalang, and he is about to win! Master Wuxu is so famous, he is truly outstanding!"

"He said he wanted to introduce you to us, but he never had time. Let's do this, when you win the spring championship, I will take you to my yacht to have fun!"

"Hey~ Thank you so much, Brother Wang!" An Lan's eyes lit up, and he and Mr. Wang looked like they were collaborating.

But in my heart, I was thinking that Young Master Wang was quite capable, but he had that dandy temperament that rich people cannot avoid.

What can I do? Of course I followed the boss!

Suddenly, the two of them chatted for another ten minutes, and the host and guest were enjoying themselves!