Chapter 81: Do you have a money printer at home?

After the elevator door opened, Su Xing walked out and saw Gao Wen waiting for him. The two didn't say much, just nodded tacitly, and then under Gao Wen's lead, they arrived at a large conference room.

The eyes of the five people remaining in the conference room lit up the moment they saw Su Xing enter. And to be fair, after returning to Hai Cheng, he seemed much fairer than he did in those videos.

"Sorry for keeping everyone waiting."

Su Xing scanned the room roughly and found that they were mostly familiar faces: Guo Hao from TES, Lan Lianhua from JDG, Ai Xiao from AL, and Zuo Wu from LNG. These people could be considered quite famous managers in the industry back in the day.

Oh, except for one he didn't recognize, but Gao Wen had reminded him just now that it was the manager of the BLG team.

"It's fine. If we really want to talk about it, it was actually us who were abrupt."

Guo Hao took the lead and smiled, "We should have met once. I don't know if you have an impression."

"That's enough. How many years ago was that trivial matter? You're still embarrassed to bring it up?"

Lan Lianhua, who was on the side, was immediately unhappy. Everyone is watching here; why start climbing relationships? "I remember."

Su Xing nodded and said, "We met once at the S8 youth training draft."

Back in the summer of S8, he had participated in the official youth training camp. At the final draft, the Guo Hao in front of him had thought quite highly of him and had chatted with him briefly, only for him to be taken away by another team later.

"Yeah, it was a pity back then."

Hearing this, Guo Hao breathed a slight sigh of relief. Fortunately, Su Xing still remembered him.

For him, this point was enough. In the subsequent negotiation process, this bit of friendship was where he led the other club managers present.

"Let me introduce myself, General Manager of JDG Club."

Lan Lianhua was immediately unhappy. Guo Hao, you kid, that's enough. People who don't know might think you have some life-and-death friendship with Su Xing.

"General Manager of LNG Club, Zuo Wu."

"General Manager of AL Club, Ai Xiao."

"General Manager of BLG Club, Hou Lin."

Looking at these people in front of him, Su Xing also smiled and greeted them one by one. During this time, his unhurried and humble demeanor fell into the eyes of everyone in the conference room, which actually added a bit of surprise.

He didn't look at all like the esports professional players who are mostly socially anxious and withdrawn.

The small talk session didn't last too long. After chatting for a few minutes, Su Xing got straight to the point.

"Everyone, I already know your intentions."

Su Xing spoke slowly, "Returning to the competitive scene is not something I must do as of now, so I hope your reasons can convince me."

Initially, he had never had the thought of returning to the competitive scene, but on the way here just now, Gao Wen had already told him everything about this matter and everything related to it on WeChat.

Thus, after a brief thought, Su Xing felt that he was not against returning to the competitive scene, but now it was the LPL league that needed him, not him needing the LPL league.

In this situation, if they wanted to convince him to return to the competitive scene, they had to bring out sufficient conditions.

Hearing this, everyone was a bit surprised.

They didn't expect Su Xing to be different from other professional players; at a time like this, he actually took the initiative to grasp the initiative of the conversation.

"We can provide a contract worth ten million."

Lan Lianhua of JDG took the lead in giving his conditions. Hearing this number, the corners of Guo Hao and the others' mouths rose slightly.

Only ten million? Who are you looking down on?

"Eleven million."

The BLG manager added a price unhurriedly, "Thirteen million."

LNG manager Zuo Wu was silent for a moment, then followed up.

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AL manager Ai Xiao was speechless. No, wasn't it agreed that the market was bad this year? Does it mean only my market is bad? Do you guys have money printers at home?

Ai Xiao knew Su Xing's price definitely wouldn't be low, but he didn't expect it to start at ten million. This... completely couldn't keep up.

Forget it, forget it. They all have big groups backing them; I don't want to play anymore.

"Seventeen million."

Guo Hao was extremely bold, adding seven million directly on top of the price JDG gave.

"Twenty million!"

Lan Lianhua wasn't surprised by this. In his view, among the people present, only Guo Hao was his competitor.

"Twenty million."

The BLG manager said a number with a calm face, "Buddy, does your Bilibili still have money to do esports?"

Ai Xiao was depressed. Twenty million, not twenty thousand. You guys really don't treat money as money?

"Maybe we do."

Lan Lianhua's mouth rose slightly, not taking the price from BLG to heart at all. He was waiting for Guo Hao's bid; however much Guo Hao bid, he would follow! "Twenty-five million."

LNG's Zuo Wu's mouth twitched slightly. Fine, fine, fine, you guys have money, okay?

"Thirty million."

Guo Hao glanced at Lan Lianhua and then smiled. Like following, right? Come on! "Are you crazy?"

AL manager Ai Xiao was full of question marks and couldn't help but say, "A Shui's salary this year is only ten-something, and you're offering him thirty million?!" This year, the overall industry market was bad, and some top-paid professional players were forced to start lowering their salaries. Even Yu Wenbo, the only remaining traffic player in the LPL, was no exception.

"He's worth it."

Guo Hao's answer was only two words. Because this time, the Belle Group behind him valued Su Xing even more. The moment he reported this matter, the Belle Group had already found top domestic actuaries to estimate Su Xing's commercial value.

Finally, they arrived at a budget amount, and all Guo Hao had to do was sign Su Xing on behalf of the Belle Group as long as the salary didn't exceed this number.

Of course, if someone was really willing to offer a salary more exaggerated than this number, then he could report it to the group for additional budget at the first opportunity.

"Thirty-five million."

Lan Lianhua glanced at the others and joked, "You guys aren't good enough either, no budget?"

Everyone:... TES and JDG are crazy, they must be crazy!

Su Xing looked calmly at these managers offering prices more exaggerated than the last, and ripples rose in his heart.

Thirty-five million... Even four years ago, this price was one of the top contract salaries in the entire LPL—no, the world. He didn't expect that one day he could reach this level of contract.

"You guys are crazy."

The BLG manager rolled his eyes. Thirty-five million, add a little more and you could buy the entire BLG! "Forty million."

However, Zuo Wu sneered and said, "Did you forget that the L in LPL is the L sponsored by LNG?"

Li-Ning Group, the current title sponsor of the LPL.

Isn't it just forty million? It sounds like someone can't afford it.

"Forty-five million."

Before Guo Hao could speak, Lan Lianhua gave another price.

"Fifty million."

LNG's Zuo Wu's face finally changed subtly. Fifty million... that's the limit.

Li-Ning's money didn't come from a strong wind either. Fifty million is enough to sign an NBA star player as an endorser!

"Fifty-five million."

This time it was Guo Hao's turn to follow up. He and Lan Lianhua were singing in harmony, as if they were afraid Su Xing would suffer a loss.

"Not playing anymore."

Hearing this price, Zuo Wu was almost angered to death. You TES and JDG are just stupid and rich. I'm not playing! Another one out.

At this point, only TES and JDG remained of the five clubs.

"Now it's just the two of us."

Guo Hao glanced at Lan Lianhua and smiled, "We're buddies, adding it up one by one is a bit hurtful to the harmony."

"Yeah, so what do you say??"

Lan Lianhua shrugged and said, "After they leave, let's both take a piece of paper and write down a psychological price, and whoever has the highest price will talk to him. How about that?"

He and Guo Hao both knew very well that of the people left here today, only the two of them had the conditions to continue talking to Su Xing; the others were just going through the motions.

"Sure."

Guo Hao thought for a moment and agreed to this approach. Although it seemed a bit irrational, the relationship between the two clubs was okay, and he didn't want to sour the relationship with Lan Lianhua because of these things.

And most importantly, he felt his price was a number a normal person couldn't refuse. He didn't believe Lan Lianhua's price would be higher than his.

Before long, the people from the other three clubs walked out cursing. After all, the contract salaries the two clubs were giving Su Xing were, in a sense, commercial secrets, so it was naturally inconvenient for them as outsiders to stay.

Gao Wen also had someone bring paper and pens and handed them to Guo Hao and Lan Lianhua. She was quite curious about how much these two clubs could eventually give Su Xing.

Seventy million? Or eighty million? Gao Wen didn't know very well how much these two clubs would eventually give, after all, in a sense, they weren't representing their respective clubs at this moment, but the Belle Group and JDG Group behind them.

Guo Hao and Lan Lianhua didn't dawdle for too long. A moment later, the two of them wrote down a string of numbers on the paper in front of them.

"I don't think you gave more than me."

Lan Lianhua pretended to be relaxed and looked at Guo Hao with a smile, "You already have Xiao Nai You, why do you still have to fight with me?"

"What do you mean fight?"

Guo Hao shook his head and said, "Back then, you taking away 69 and Left Hand was called fighting. Now we call it fair competition."

Lan Lianhua: It's been a year or two, why are you still holding a grudge?

"Let Su Xing make the decision himself."

Guo Hao handed the note with the numbers to Su Xing and smiled, "Don't be scared."

Su Xing:... Isn't it just a few tens of millions? It's not like he hasn't heard of it.

However, the next moment when Su Xing opened the note, he saw only a simple '1' and a string of '0's behind it.

"One, ten, hundred, thousand..."

Su Xing counted subconsciously in his heart. No, buddy, do you guys really have a money printer at home?

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 82 =====