Chapter 52: New Contract!

Hearing the exclamations of the home-team members coming from his ears.

Jiang Ming's corners of his mouth went up wildly!

I can only say that the group of older brothers in the Design Institute who love to do performance art completely grasped the essence of esports.

They perfectly fused the various esports elements he wanted, plus with a few renovation masters who focused on listening to advice that Zhou Shu hired from the labor market, 1+1 achieved a renovation effect greater than 2.

The originally dilapidated three-story small building transformed into a super-modern esports warship dominated by black, white, and gray tones.

Without exaggeration, the NXG team base today might not be the most luxurious in the entire esports circle, but its trendiness is absolutely one of the top.

The key is that with the school's support, a lot of money was saved on renovation materials.

The base, originally planned to be simply renovated for a few ten thousand yuan, was stubbornly made to look like it cost hundreds of thousands with the school's help.

What do you call this? This is called borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha, spending little money to do big things.

"What are you staring stupidly for, go in!"

Jiang Ming, who had been admiring his Jiangshan on the spot for a few seconds, suddenly found that Song Yuan and the others were just standing there giggling stupidly.

"The first floor is the training room and living area; the dorms are arranged on the second floor, rooms 201 and 202. 201 is a large room for three, 202 holds two; how to live specifically is up to you to distribute."

Distribute it yourselves?

Pang Ran and Xu Jing exchanged a glance; with the tacit understanding of a duo who had been partners for a long time, the moment Pang Ran nodded slightly, the two rushed up to the second floor with lightning speed that couldn't be covered by an ear.

"Damn!"

"You two have no martial ethics."

The mid-jungle brothers ultimately reacted half a beat slow, rushing to follow behind, attempting to close the distance between them with speed.

"Tch, what's there to fight over?" Song Yuan disdainfully flicked a glance, slowly pulling his suitcase behind his own boss.

With the club's 1+1 and 1+2 room combinations, as a top-lane player, even if he fought for it, he couldn't monopolize a room alone; it was better to let the mid-jungle good buddies and the bottom-lane dog-man-and-woman fight for the small double room, and he would just fill the remaining spot in the large room.

Hmm, he really wasn't sour.

How could a Sigma man playing top lane be jealous of the other four teammates being in pairs?

Unlike the exquisite and trendy exterior, the interior of the team base focuses on practicality.

"After all, the interior was paid for with our own money..."

For the first-floor dining hall, Jiang Ming bought that kind of high school campus long table; round tables take up too much space, and this kind of long table can be pulled out in three rows against the wall, so even if the club recruits more later, it won't be crowded for eating.

To the left rear of the dining hall is the kitchen; the area is very small, the kind where two people working inside at the same time would feel crowded.

But there's no way, conditions are what they are; more space on the first floor was squeezed out for the players' training room; considering that most of these young guys' time is spent in the training room, the training rooms should be made as large as possible for them.

The benefit of leasing this three-story small building is the spacious parking apron in front of the door, which can usually be used as a venue for the players' morning exercises.

"Wow, super cool."

Song Yuan, who didn't fight with his teammates for rooms, arrived at the training room first; looking at the spacious and bright room before him, the young man's eyes sparkled.

High-performance computers were neatly arranged in a row, and a strip of lights was pulled around the esports desks—although they were cheap goods kindly donated by the peripheral store.

On the walls, besides the team's management rules and daily schedule, there were all kinds of hero posters.

Behind the desk for each position, there was also a small shelf, on which were placed green plants like succulents.

There is absolutely no comparison.

Compared to the basement where the team was before, this is simply heaven and hell.

"There's even air conditioning; I love you to death."

After admiring the combat equipment for a round, Song Yuan stopped in front of the floor-standing air conditioner, which looked more beautiful than a person, and simply pressed his face against it.

Regarding Song Yuan's reaction, Jiang Ming didn't think it was that exaggerated.

In September, the average daytime temperature in Jin Ling is at least twenty-seven or twenty-eight degrees; one can imagine how much suffering it is to stay in an airtight basement.

Click! Click!

"And there's this."

Lin Jingyi, also counting items in the room, patted the big guy on her left.

"Summer is coming soon; how can we be without an ice chest?"

Song Yuan: "!!!"

Second floor.

In the end, the small room still fell to the duo-lane pair who ran first.

The area is also not large; after placing a wooden double bed, it is no different from an ordinary student apartment.

Fortunately, there is an extra balcony; while the toilet and shower room are separate, there is also a stone slab counter for washing and laundry.

On the right side near the window, Jiang Ming requested the master to build a locked cabinet for each player, considered to protect their privacy.

The space in the triple room is slightly larger, but considering three people live there, the range of movement left and right isn't much different.

Logistics Zhou Shu lives in 203; Aunt Deng rented a house herself in the urban village and does not live in the base.

"Hurry up and finish packing your things; Brother Ming and Sister Lin are waiting for us in the training room."

Song Yuan, who arrived at the room last, took clothes out of his suitcase while reminding his two teammates.

"Did you tell Stone and Qiangzi?"

"I did; I told them at the door when I came up."

A few minutes later, the five members of NXG stood neatly in the training room.

Jiang Ming sat in the esports chair; currently serving as assistant, Lin Jingyi stood on the right, holding a stack of white documents in her hand.

Gulp!

The five looked at each other; although they had guessed it in their hearts, now that the new contract was truly placed before them, they still felt a bit dizzy.

You must know that half a year ago, they were just a group of aimless internet cafe drifters; overnight, they became members of a startup but utterly professional gaming team, with food and lodging provided, and all they needed to do was play well, while the boss paid their wages on time, every time.

A monthly income of nearly two thousand yuan; you must know that in some coastal factories, ordinary workers toiling themselves to death earn only two or three thousand yuan a month.

At first, when their parents learned they could earn wages just by playing games, they even thought they had been tricked into joining a pyramid scheme.

However, in just a few short months, after NXG rose from a server team to a professional team, not only did the team base immediately change to a three-story small building, but now the boss was actually, just as he had said before, going to revise their contracts and improve their treatment.

"These are the labor contracts drafted by the club; take a look. If you have no issues with the conditions and treatment, contact your families, and within these few days we will sign the contracts so the team can register you for the professional league."

Among the five members of NXG, only the top laner Song Yuan was over eighteen.

The others had all dropped out of school after finishing junior high at fifteen or sixteen; among them, the jungler Shi Tou was the youngest, only just over fifteen.

Therefore, to establish a legal labor relationship with them, a guardian would have to come.