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Jin Yuan typed the last word and sent: [The contract is OK]

Manager Chi tapped on the conference table: "Captain, can you be more serious, the meeting is now in progress!"

"Chi Da, 15 minutes, it's not easy for you to say from the e-sports industry that there is a problem with the drainage system of the base, and the toilet is not working well..." Jin Yuan suddenly took a breath, "Are you trying to trick me into contacting the sewer again? The company, and then let me direct them to the toilet all afternoon? I tell you, if you dare, tomorrow you will find that your Hermes is the only fulcrum of the toilet seat."

Manager Chi glanced at him warily: "You can never get my Hermes!"

"?" Jin Yuan looked in disbelief, "Do you think that I will covet the Hermes from the year before the Black Friday discount?"

Manager Chi glared at him viciously: "I'll tell your fans right now, you peel the crayfish with the hand that touched your feet!"

"Didn't you eat the crayfish in the end?" Jin Yuan felt a little regretful, "Oh...the stuffing was accidentally exposed."

Manager Chi "vomited" forcefully.

The old man yawned lazily, glanced at CDJ from the end of his eyes, saw that he was also very sleepy, and asked in a low voice: "Jiji, what do you mean..."

The meaning of CDJ is - the first generation machine.

"Get out!" Jiji kicked the boat of friendship overturned.

"Stop messing around," Manager Chi knocked on the table again, "I'm going to report to the team list next week, so be sober!"

Jin Yuan threw the mobile phone into his pocket, and spread his legs casually. After a while, he said in a deep voice, "Report the four of us first." His face was expressionless, but his gaze fell on the assaulter. On the substitute vet, "I don't plan to pick people from the youth trainees and the second team. If you can't find suitable players, you have to be prepared. This trip to Tokyo will be hard for you."

When a rookie is on the field, it can be said that the coordination is not well practiced if they lose the game, but if it is a substitute in the team, the loss must be blamed on the substitute.

Even if the substitute makes no mistakes, he will be stamped as a bastard.

Vet is the youngest in the team. Although he joined the team at about the same time as Jin Yuan, he has always been the younger brother in the team. His strength may not be as strong as his brothers, but after all, he is young and there is still room for improvement. Jin Yuan does not want him to be dismissed so early. Keyboard warriors are overwhelmed.

"Yeah," Vet nodded vigorously, "Father Yuan, I will work hard!"

Jin Yuan didn't feel relaxed because of his promise, rubbed his shoulders and got up: "From today on, the schedule will be according to the training."

When going out, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated twice in a row, and Jin Yuan stopped to take a look.

Son: [I signed it! 】

Son: [The boss is hardworking, the boss is great, the boss is a flower in the world! 】

Jin Yuan stood on the spot and smiled, marked six dots, thought about it and then deleted it: [Do you see what you are talking about?]

The palm of his hand trembled again, and the son said: [Lick the dog, lick the dog, you can have everything you want. 】

"Captain, what are you doing!" Jiji pushed him on the shoulder, "You almost knocked out the stairs by stepping on them."

Jin Yuan tilted his head to look at him: "You think I'm the eighth child?"

Lao Ba is used to it: "Today is also the day when the captain lashed out mercilessly."

"Baba, listen to me, I bought a small leather whip online..." Jin Yuan put his arm around his shoulder.

"Shut up." Lao Ba pulled his paw away, "vet cried all day after you called him a beast in the live broadcast room last time, I don't want to repeat the same mistakes."

"That's obviously weeping with joy." Jin Yuan turned his phone and went downstairs, thinking about sending another message to his son: [Tell me when the broadcast starts, I'm a bit busy, if I don't reply, I will send more times]

The phone rang in the quiet bedroom. Hong Jianguo hung his head from the bed and said in a daze, "Yiyi, turn down the message volume."

Qu Yi gave a careful "hmm", then tiptoed onto the bed, and when the back of his head was pressed against the pillow, his first thought was: the boss is really a good young man in society, a good pillar of the country, it's not too late to go to bed at two o'clock, and he will be even busier in the future , and then he suddenly had a not-so-friendly idea.

The boss stayed up so late...

Qu Yi deeply felt that he had received a lot of care from his boss, so he typed a sentence carefully: [I will definitely tell you when the broadcast starts, but don't give gifts!Take care of your body and hair. 】

Soon, the boss replied: [? ? ? 】

Qu Yi: [I worked hard at a young age, but when I was old, I put a reflector on my head. 】

boss:【? ? ? 】

Qu Yi: [Please study carefully... In short, go to bed early. 】

Boss: [Hanhan, your main business is actually selling shoes for the elderly and anti-hair loss shampoo, right? 】

Qu Yi chuckled, pulled the quilt over his eyes and narrowed his eyes, stretched out his hand to type: [I'm a farmer, so I have feelings. 】

Deep Sea TV popped up a message from the background, the administrator: [One, hello, I am the room manager of the live broadcast room 749532. 】

The boss didn't reply, so Qu Yi went over to reply him: [Hello! 】

Housing Manager: [Hello! 】

Qu Yi: [Hello! 】

The room manager: [You can just call me Xiaoxia QAQ]

Qu Yi: [Are you gg or mm...]

Xiao Xia: [I am mm...]

Qu Yi: [Oh, Miss Sister, just call me one by one, and arrange the room management now?I haven't even received a paper contract yet. 】

Xiao Xia: [I will contact you in advance, because I need to know your broadcast date and time slot. 】

Qu Yi: [Oh...then I'll open it in a few days after the platform has registered me, and I'll let you know when the time comes. 】

Xiao Xia: [Okay. 】

Qu Yi looked at the ceiling and thought for a while, the day of the live broadcast should be on the weekend.

"130 five, far away on the hillside, under the second tree." The old eight reported.

Jin Yuan turned on the camera, fired from the mini, and knocked him down with three shots: "They are not well equipped, just press them over."

The mobile phone on the table vibrated, Jin Yuan didn't move, his eyes focused on the screen.

Ten minutes later, the phone vibrated again.

Jin Yuan cut the grenade and started counting down the seconds: "It's right under your feet, I'll throw mine down, and you'll jump to the left."

He tiptoed and kicked the farthest wall under the table at a right angle, locked the phone screen and put it on his stomach.

"I'm okay with my appearance, right?" Hong Jianguo said.

Qu Yi and Wen Huancheng turned their heads at the same time, looked at his small hamster cloak, and couldn't bear to cover their eyes.

"What's your expression?" Hong Jianguo lifted the two small corners of the cloak, "I'm adding a little topic to your live broadcast room!"

Qu Yi looked at him seriously: "Hong Jiang, I really don't turn on the camera, and also, I can't tell others."

"Then what is your live broadcast picture?" Hong Jianguo squeezed beside him, looking like an old bustard urging a girl to sell herself, "Yi Yi, you don't understand the live broadcast industry, I heard from my brother, in this era, who watches live broadcasts not because of their faces Yes, your face..." He touched his hands as he spoke, and after Qu Yi shrank his head away suddenly, he worked tirelessly, "Your face, even if you open a live broadcast room to chat with you, you can earn a lot of money in the suburbs." The house has been paid for.”

Qu Yi twitched the corner of his mouth: "Do you have any misunderstanding about the housing prices in the suburbs of Beicheng?"

"This is called exaggeration, do you know!" Hong Jianguo gestured.

"He said he couldn't turn on the camera." Wen Huancheng lifted him from the chair and looked down at Qu Yi's computer desktop, "Don't put anything that reveals private information on it."

Qu nodded: "I have hidden it all."

Wen Huancheng took a box from behind and gave it to him: "The broadcast started smoothly."

Qu took a look, it was a competitive mouse, and then Hong Jianguo also tapped on his head: "Brother will apply for a card in your live broadcast room later, so I won't arrange these small gifts."

Qu Yi rubbed his nose and answered with a smile: "After the live broadcast is over, arrange a barbecue stand! I'll treat you!"

"Let's keep the money for dinner." Wen Huancheng said.

The Academy of Fine Arts counts as a money incinerator among major colleges and universities. Apart from working part-time in the studio, Qu Yi also invites manuscripts online to help the art studio and Party A draw drawings. This kind of income can barely guarantee his tuition fees and daily expenses, so Wen Huancheng and Hong Jianguo have always taken good care of him, and when they go out to eat, they rush to pay, unless they are annoyed by him and then AA.

Qu Yinu pouted: "I received the salary of the studio a few days ago." He patted his pocket, "I'm still very rich."

Hong Jianguo rubbed his head: "What time does it start? Can I talk?"

"As long as you don't sing, we are still good brothers." He checked the desktop again, "It will start right away."

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he picked up the mobile phone on his stomach and subconsciously glanced at it.

At eight o'clock, there was no message, so he locked the screen, thinking that this time should be the busiest time for office workers, and it's normal not to reply to messages, and sending two messages should be enough, and sending it again will interrupt work.

He sighed, opened the live broadcast software, checked the microphone, and followed the official prompts to download the barrage assistant. After 3 minutes, everything was ready.

"I'm ready to open it." He rubbed his palms and took five deep breaths, really nervous.

It was an irresponsible hooliganism to start a live broadcast before, but now that he has become a contracted anchor, he needs to be more cautious.

Hong Jianguo and Wen Huancheng stood beside him, like two door gods, saying in unison: "Let's go."

Qu Yi set the title: [Jedi European Emperor, Eat Chicken Online], click to start the live broadcast.

"I don't think too many people will watch it," the mouse swayed like a headless chicken on the desktop, "otherwise I just start the game?"

Hong Jianguo lifted the cloak off his body: "No problem."

The first live broadcast partition is the game area - PUBG.

He actually wanted to continue drawing pictures, but "senior live broadcast expert" Hong Jiang said: "Drawing pictures is so boring. You are nervous on the first day of live broadcast, and you can't chat with others. It's better to play games for a while. No one Forget it, we can still have fun ourselves."

Qu Yi felt that Hong Jiang was a talent, so he offered him an olive branch: "In case I become popular someday, I can consider letting you be my manager!"

In this regard, Hong Jiang said: "I have a family property that needs to be inherited."

Qu Yi pursed his lips, his eyes unintentionally turned to Wen Huancheng, Wen Huancheng showed a helpless expression: "Me too."

"I'm the one who lowered the economic level of the entire dormitory, I'm guilty." Qu Yi pretended to be humming for a while.

At this time, the first viewer entered the live broadcast room, and it was a familiar ID: [Little Carrot Bun].

Soon, the first viewer sent out the first barrage: 【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? ! 】

"Why the lifetime?" Qu Yi asked him.

Little Carrot Bao: [I've been to this empty live broadcast room several times...you're not here...I thought you really weren't broadcasting anymore, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo]

"I actually have fans, can you believe it?" Qu Yi tilted his head and looked at Hong Jianguo.

Little Carrot Bao: [I'm not your fan, a pig like you doesn't deserve my love, I'm the woman you'll never get. 】

"What did I do wrong?" Qu Yi looked at the screen, "You scolded me, you scolded me, the first barrage I received on the first day of the live broadcast was scolding me... I will never forget it..."

Hong Jianguo couldn't help laughing, slipped behind him and sat on his chair, opened the PUBG client and stood by at any time.

While Qu Yi was chatting with Xiao Luobao Bao one-on-one, more than 80 people entered the live broadcast room, and the barrage began to flow. Qu Yi couldn't find what Xiao Luobao said. In response to Carrot Bao's reply, she said: [Don't have wheat in your mouth!You foul!Shut up! ! ! ! 】

"...Will you really be happy if I shut up? Isn't this kind of live broadcast boring?" Qu Yi said, "You don't understand live broadcast just by watching it."

There are a lot more bullet screens:

[What do I need to know about live streaming as a viewer? ? ? 】

[Half a month!It finally appeared!capture! 】

[This is the anchor who stayed on the gift list for more than ten days?Play chicken? 】

[The anchor level is only level five, the first day of live broadcast? 】

【Get started! 】

Qu Yi put on the earphones, reached back, and snapped his fingers in the air: "Brothers."