"Mr. Chen, I'm not Zhou!"

"I saw the news about your Tiger Menswear on the Internet recently, the industry leader, the industry benchmark, hahahaha!"

"Mr. Chen, do you want Tiger Men's clothing to rush out of Asia and go to the world?"

"Am I going to tell you anything I'm not sure about! Now it's only $2 million, and I'll cover you..."

"Hey President Chen! Hello! Hello?"

"Is 2 million a lot!"

The fat brother mumbled, and then flipped through the list in the address book.

The fat brother has a golden finger bonus, and he is in the entertainment industry with the fastest money. He has no idea how difficult it is to be in the industry.

I asked Wang Zhi, Ou Zhengqing, Liu Jianmin, Xu Lirong, and Lao Dai over and over again. Xu Lirong, who was sitting in the Tiepi Mobile office, was stunned when he received the phone call, and then looked at the two dumb ponies lying on the sofa. "Are you sure you want me to pay $2 million?"

I stayed in the car until the sun went down, and the fat brother gave up. Why are the people know so poor!

In the end, when the fat brother gritted his teeth, he didn't sponsor him, did he? Don't even sponsor brother to come by himself!

"Hey, Qizhi, may I ask how much money is on the financial Xinghuo account?"

"There's more than 100 million? Okay! This year's title company is no longer available. Let's do it ourselves! In addition, there are some changes to be made in the game. I'll come up and tell you now!"

Nearly 14 million yuan, the fat brother's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were shaking with pain, but the sea mouth that he boasted, he would also block this hole when he cried!

Back at Xinghuo, the office was still brightly lit. There were leftover takeaways and empty drink bottles in each card slot. Three or five people were discussing work issues together, and the rest were working in full swing in front of the computer.

The fat brother told Zhao Qizhi and others that he had decided to pay out of his own pocket with a sore face.

"Boss, don't worry! We will never let you down!"

"That's right! Boss, we won't give you your money for nothing!"

Counter-Strike is like their own child to them, and they really can't bear that their child will not grow up because of "malnutrition".

"Cough! Next, let's talk about the game changes..."

The fat man was a little embarrassed.

A few days later, Counter-Strike was finally updated, the game background was replaced by a scene filled with gunpowder smoke, accompanied by a super-burning background music, and a long announcement was made.

"To all dear players, the global server is officially launched, and it's time to defend the honor on the battlefield!

The much-anticipated Counter-Strike China Cup Kings Tournament will officially start in three months!

The winning team of the Kings Tournament will receive $1.5 million in prize money!

The second-place team will receive $400,000!

The third-place team will receive $100,000!

In order to allow everyone to better adapt to the next King's Tournament, the Elite Tournament will be launched in a month. The specific details are as follows...

Finally, wish you all the best of luck! "

It stands to reason that the King's Tournament should be the most suitable at the end of the year, but Fat Brother still has a little selfishness. Huaxia only held the King's Tournament not long ago. Compared with overseas players, the cooperation between the teams has an advantage. The fat brother naively felt that if the money he had paid could fall into his own pocket, he might be in a slightly better mood.

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Liang Bin is a little white-collar worker who loves games. Although he has a computer at home, his favorite thing is to go to the Internet cafe downstairs to play CS. According to what he said, there is an atmosphere.

While turning on the phone, he complained to a teammate of a team next to him: "Counter-Strike said that the global server has been on the same server for several months, and there has been no movement."

"Hey, what's the hurry!"

The teammate next to him replied casually, and then he heard someone in the opposite row shouting: "CS global server is open!"

"where?"

"Come in and take a look!"

"Er Gouzi, call someone to the Internet cafe, the global server is open!"

"It's time for brothers to abuse vegetables!"

However, some people find that they cannot enter the global server. Take a look at the details: In order to ensure the game experience of players on the global server, individuals with a winning percentage or a team's winning percentage below 30% are not eligible to participate!

The Internet cafes were suddenly wailing, and no one had noticed the win rate before, so a large number of orphans were born who hung up at every turn, and sent their heads away if they disagreed.

Liang Bin looked at his winning percentage - 41%!

"I can come in!"

"I can come in too!"

Only he and the other two members of the team passed the entire Internet cafe.

"Hurry in and see!"

The rest of the Internet cafes who played CS gathered behind Liang Bin's computer, urging them to enter the global server to open their eyes.

Liang Bin entered the global server and opened the room. The other two players also searched for the room number and came in. Liang Bin clicked "Quick Start", and within a few seconds, the other two players were matched, and they were matched with the opposite team smoothly.

It's just that there is a red sun flag next to everyone's name on the opposite team.

"Fuck! Is this the RB player?"

"Don't you know the plaster flag!"

"Brothers, come and see, it's a match for Little Japan!"

"Where is it? Brother, move to a place for me to take a look!"

Players who don't even play CS in Internet cafes heard that they were matched with RB players, and they came in without knowing anything.

"What game is this, and there are Japanese players?"

"You don't know about Counter-Strike? Then what game are you playing in the Internet cafe?"

"I'm here to find my son!"

The global server has extended the rules of the previous game of kings, and of course made appropriate adjustments. For example, the game of kings has regulations on the number of throwing weapons. For example, players cannot choose maps, etc., all of which are released here.

"There is someone in front of you, throwing mines and throwing mines!"

"Shut up, there's someone in the doorway on the left, don't change mine!"

"What are you talking about, you're just being positive!"

"Stop! Gou Yibo!"

The onlookers behind will all turn into CS instructors, constantly directing the three of them, and some even poke their hands on the screen.

One of Liang Bin's teammates couldn't resist the interference, and soon appeared on the TV, followed by another burst of aftermath.

"I told you not to go there!"

"Look, I said throw a thunder in!"

"Noisy! Don't blame me for being rude to anyone who makes a fucking noise!"

A loud roar came from the crowd. A young man with a big chain and a shaved head shouted angrily from the group of people behind him. There were also a few young men who looked like younger brothers. Glancing at him.

"Brother Fei, why are you here?"

The network manager quickly greeted him.

"Come and see how your business is doing."

The bald young man stared at the screen intently.

"Yes, yes, I have prepared the 'property fee' for this month. Brother Xiaofei, I will give it to you now?"

The network manager nodded and bowed.

"Wait a minute! Didn't you see me watching the game!"

Brother Xiaofei waved his hand impatiently, signaling the network manager to get out.

With such a few words, Liang Bin and the others had already entered the second round of the match. In the first round, they suffered a shaved head on the other side!

Liang Bin felt that he had never had such a big pressure before, as if he was a sinner through the ages as long as he lost the game, his head was full of sweat before he knew it, and the elusive Japanese team took a few shots, all of which could make Liang Bin the old man. The sniper was taken aback.

Soon, Liang Bin collapsed again in the second round.

The team of passers-by who are eager to win but can't get to the point knelt all the way to the fifth round. The Japanese players don't seem to be in a hurry to end the game, but are like cats and mice. Get out of unexpected places and continue to give you a shot!

The chat box in the lower left corner suddenly displayed a few characters from the opposing team: "CN" followed by a shaking forefinger expression.

Seeing this, Liang Bin's hands were trembling slightly. At this moment, he had the heart to kill. If these bastards were in front of him, he would probably use the keyboard!

"What did you say on the other side? What does CN mean?"

Brother Xiaofei asked a young man next to him.

"CN is our country, they say, they say we..."

The young man couldn't say those few words.

The crowd watching the game behind them is no longer chattering, they are all a bunch of young people with strong blood, how can they stand this kind of stimulation, and suddenly they jumped and cursed their mother!

YOU LOSE!

Two pale words hung on the gray screen, Liang Bin's eyes were red, and his teammates sat in front of the computer, dumbfounded.

"Fuck! Turn on a machine for Lao Tzu, and watch Lao Tzu clean up this mess!"

Brother Fei pulled out a sofa and yelled at the network administrator.

"Brother Fei, let's go to the back row to collect money."

Ma Zai reminded in a low voice.

"Get a chicken! You've been scolded by people pointing your face in the face, and you still want to collect those few Jiebao money!"

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