Chapter 640: Big Business

On the commentary desk, Wang Ji was explaining why he felt the two seasons of VG looked different:

"The VG in the spring split was strong, but you could tell they were taking the match seriously, every step calculated precisely, giving a feeling of laying down roots with each move."

"But today's VG, in the first game Jiao Shen came out and gave everyone a demonstration of what 'I die a lot but still get MVP' means, and he also had absolutely no idol baggage—if he was supposed to die, he died, making his play look more carefree and unrestrained."

"In the second game, VG picked a lineup that looked completely uncoordinated; after gaining an early advantage they started mindlessly pushing in the midgame, not caring about trade value, just constantly rushing EDG's towers—EDG really couldn't hold up and was crushed by this suffocating offensive pressure, their Ji Di destroyed in just twenty-three minutes."

"After watching those two games, my impression of VG is……"

Wang Ji paused for a moment, thinking about his wording,

"\"Effortlessly. \""

"\"Yes, VG looks like they're playing without any pattern, but victory comes effortlessly! \"

Wawa followed up on Ji's topic, her face wearing a thoughtful smile,

"\"To be honest, VG playing in the LPL feels to me like a practice match, with no pressure at all. \""

"\"So EDG fans shouldn't feel too bad……\""

Miller offered a word of comfort, although this comfort sounded more like a finishing blow,

"\"It's not that EDG is bad, but VG really is too strong right now. \""

"\"And VG's lineup today still has Zz1tai, not the Marquis……\""

Wang Ji added another jab.

Then the commentary desk fell silent for two seconds.

Wawa laughed and smoothed things over: "Of course we still need to give EDG some time—after all, it's the opening match, a new patch, so adjustment definitely takes time, and not long from now their long-honed big weapon will debut, which is still worth looking forward to."

Miller shifted gears: "Speaking of which, today's opening match was really fast—it started at five, and it's only six now and already over."

"\"VG's efficiency is just too high……\""

The bullet comments had gone crazy.

【Congratulations to VG for winning the spring split championship (not

【EDG fans, speak up!】

【I could go up and play too, anyway we're getting 2-0'd】

【Two games in less than an hour, damn faster than my ranked games】

【Is VG playing the LPL or bots?】

【The summer split basically has no suspense—EDG, as the A-group leaders, get speed-run by VG right out of the gate, and this season is another VG stomp】

【EDG: I protest! Why are we facing cross-group opponents right at the start of the summer split?】

【Either way, whether you die early or late, you're still dead—I think this is fine; EDG can start researching S7 early】

【Changzhang, hurry up and clean house! (voice cracking)】

【So comfortable, so comfortable, so comfortable】

Several VG members packed up their gear and left the stage, went backstage, retrieved their phones in the second room, then headed to the lounge.

Xiao Duan had an arm around Zz1tai's shoulder, not knowing what he was saying; the latter listened and gave a foolish grin, while Fu Lan Duo walked behind them holding the back of her head, chatting casually with Ma Ge.

"\"Ma Ge, it's still early—how about I treat you? \""

Sima Laozei gave him a deadpan look: \"Aren't you supposed to go watch the LCK, Jiao Shen? \"

Liang Yan was checking the LCK schedule on his phone; hearing that, he didn't even look up and replied, \"Feels like two one-sided stomps—I don't want to watch. \"

Fu Lan Duo immediately seized the moment: \"You see, even the thighs want a big feast—you know what I mean, Ma Ge. \"

As they talked, everyone had already reached the lounge door, where Gao Jun and Zhu Xiaolong were waiting; hearing that, Gao Jun laughed and said,

"\"Don't always make Ma Ge foot the bill—Boss Lu already reserved a table for today. \""

Sima Laozei, who was about to make a reservation on his phone, looked up in surprise upon hearing that: \"Boss Lu is treating again? \"

Gao Jun patted Sima Laozei on the shoulder: \"A sponsor wants to meet us. No big deal—just a meal and a chat. \"

Liang Yan immediately understood: this sponsor is definitely no small fry.

Fu Lan Duo then asked outright: \"Which brand is it? That's a lot of face. \"

Gao Jun chuckled, then glanced at Liang Yan.

"\"Mercedes-Benz. \""

Everyone instantly erupted in a chorus of 'what the fuck', chattering away as they started guessing how much money Mercedes-Benz would invest in VG.

Liang Yan didn't join the discussion; as he passed by EDG's lounge door and glanced inside through a crack, A Bu's voice came out—though he couldn't make out the words, the tone made it clear it wasn't anything nice.

Afterward, the VG group exited through the side door of Zhengda Guangchang; the Shanghai sky was still light at just past six, evening rush‑hour traffic blocked the road all the way, and the bus crept along Puming Road beside the Huangpu River. On the bus, Fu Lan Duo pulled out her phone to watch the LCK match, Xiao Duan scooted over to look, their heads bumping together as they occasionally livestreamed a team fight for everyone, while Liang Yan sat in the window seat of the last row, put on his earphones, and closed his eyes to rest.

Less than ten kilometers took nearly half an hour; they finally pulled into the parking lot of the mall opposite the World Expo Center, got off, took the elevator up, and met Lu Wenjun in a private dining room of a restaurant inside the mall.

As they entered, a man and a woman in formal wear, exuding an elite vibe, who had been sitting beside Lu Wenjun also rose—clearly they were the Mercedes‑Benz representatives here to meet the VG players.

Lu Wenjun gave both sides a brief introduction, and everyone learned that this man and woman actually came from the Mercedes‑Benz headquarters in the capital.

While waiting for the dishes, the two sides chatted.

You could tell they'd done their homework beforehand; they could toss in a few remarks about LoL esports, but since they weren't part of that circle and had come with a clear agenda, their words carried a hint of probing.

After a dry few minutes of chat, the Mercedes‑Benz female rep—made up immaculately, looking thirty‑something but actually in her forties—initiated a conversation with Liang Yan.

"\"Xiao Liang, I don't know if this is appropriate to ask, but I've always been curious... After you won the S6 championship last year, you should have done even better staying in Europe, so why did you suddenly decide to come back? \""

Lu Wenjun also turned his gaze toward Liang Yan, a hint of tension unconsciously appearing in his eyes. The other party had come from afar bearing a hefty contract, full of sincerity; they only asked for a small request—to meet the VG players for a meal—which was hardly unreasonable, so Lu Wenjun had no reason to refuse, and beforehand he had carefully weighed their intentions.

At this point, Lu Wenjun believed he hadn't guessed wrong.

It was obvious they were after Liang Yan.

As for the numbers still undecided in that contract, barring any surprises they'll be settled in the coming minutes.

But regarding Liang Yan's answer, Lu Wenjun himself was equally unsure.