Chapter 39 Cloto's Two Heroes

The bidding was released at 8 o'clock in the evening, but in fact, the Caesars Theater, which was the venue, was already full of people. The captains and others would not be crowded with others even for safety reasons. Of course, there is a specially-ordered VIP box for the Caesars Theater. The three bosses and a group of people were waiting in the VIP box early.

Along the way, the king complained that Yang Hai was not brave enough.

"If I were you, I would buy all the popular technologies at this exhibition!" The king waved his fist excitedly.

Yang Hai said helplessly: "Uncle King, don't worry about this matter, I'll do it."

"Yes." TERRY said with a smile: "If any club asks you to be an IEC, the club's boss will be in trouble."

The king snorted.

Yang Hai didn't say anything. It would be impossible not to spend money, but it would definitely not work like Uncle King's. In today's world, all super clubs are basically losing money on the books. Not to mention anything else, the maintenance and care of the home game equipment alone costs a sky-high price every day, and the club's only income is league tickets and cup broadcasting rights.

Before the No-Tian King made a powerful move to force the WGA chairman away for three consecutive times, leading to the introduction of the Miltese City Act, the club was not as hard as it is now. At that time, the club had great power, and at least half of its professional players' portrait rights belonged to the club. As long as the contract was not expired, even if the club was trapped in a quagmire of relegation, they could rudely block the transfer of its professional players. Moreover, the club could arrange commercial activities of professional players at will, so the contract at that time seemed basically the same as the contract for selling.

Later, King No Tian said, no, the club's power is too great, and it infringes on the interests that professional players deserve, so the "Mersin City Act" appeared. At this moment, the club has no capital to threaten professional players, the transfer system has been improved, and even the benefits of portrait rights that were basically secured in the past have been lost. Now when signing a contract, if the club dares to ask for portrait rights, it can basically be regarded as a slave contract. Even if it requires half of the portrait rights, it is an unequal treaty. Professional players' Guild can take the Mirsin City Act to the federal court, and a complaint can make the relevant responsible persons of the club unable to take it.

King Nuo Tian deprived these clubs of so many benefits, causing them to lose money for years. However, over the years, I have only seen those bosses constantly throwing money into the clubs and burning money. I have never seen any club with big bosses collapsed due to investment problems. It can be said that this fully illustrates a problem, that is, they must have more things in the club than those who have lost money, and there are many intangible benefits in it, which is very troublesome to say, but it should not be difficult for everyone to think that the 50 million annual budget is not too much for a rebuilt club. The three bosses want to understand this point. They all plan to wait for Yang Hai to burn the money and then add an additional budget and continue to burn it. The king told him: "This year's spending is acceptable within 5 billion." Yang Hai certainly would not take the words of the King seriously - the king should be saying it seriously, but he could not do so.

Good steel must be used on the blade, so even if the king talks all the way, Yang Hai just doesn't say a word.

Later, Milk Tea used the unique skill of pinching people to stop the king's resentment.

"He has become a habit of burning money. Oh my God, this guy is out of salvation." The captain said to Yang Hai: "You are the IEC, of ​​course you have the final say, don't worry about him."

Yang Hai shrugged.

"Oh, how could you just participate in the dark mark of a magnetic levitation engine?" The king rubbed the place where he was pinched by milk tea and sighed: "Okay, it's good to buy this technology. How much did you pay?"

"It's not just one magnetic levitation engine." Yang Hai emphasized helplessly: "I also bought some adaptation rights and several mechanical patents."

But it is obvious that those things cannot be called buying in the eyes of the king.

Yang Hai thought about it and decided to tell the truth to the king: "I paid 7 million for the dark mark of the magnetic levitation engine."

As expected, Yang Hai moved to a place far away from the king in the private room, and sure enough, there began to complain again: "What!!! Seven million? Seven million can buy a hammer!"

Yang Hai looked at Milk Tea and asked for help with his eyes.

Uncle the King let out a depressing groan and stopped talking in disappointment.

The captain asked about the patents of several mechanical technologies.

"How come you think of buying such an unpopular thing?" the captain asked curiously.

Obviously, the captain is not the kind of boss who only knows how to spend money, and he still knows these things very well.

"WELL, for two reasons," said Yang Hai. "One reason is that I prefer mechanical construction equipment. Mechanical keyboard and mouse are much more useful than electronic ones. Another thing is that the technologies on booth No. 547 come from a studio called Lightning. I am very interested in this studio. Judging from the works, although it is a bit outdated, I think there are many talents in this studio and it is worth exploring, so this requires further contact."

Yang Hai paused and frowned: "But there were some twists and turns in the matter. Atractylodes are asking for trouble for me, and he also competed for the secret flag of Lightning Studio at Booth No. 547, so... the plan changed."

"What are you afraid of!" The king suddenly became excited: "In the face of absolute strength, everything is a cloud!"

"That's why no one dares to compare with him with more money, CARDINAL." TERRY said sarcastically.

Su Ruoshui was stunned for a moment. Atractylodes... This name is so familiar...

Those little vague memories that day suddenly appeared again, and Su Ruoshui remembered the glorious girl.

"It depends on the situation..." Yang Hai said: "No matter what, I must meet the people from Lightning Studio."

VIVA is not very concerned about those messy things, but is very interested in Yang Hai's love for mechanical keyboard and mouse, because VIVA also uses mechanical mouse.

"When I'm nervous, I always feel that the electronic mouse has an unreal feeling." VIVA said to Yang Hai: "It's better to use mechanical structures to be down-to-earth..."

The two of them whispered about mechanical technology.

Time passed by bit by bit, and soon arrived at eight o'clock.

An old man in a dark gray tuxedo was hosting this bidding party. By 8 o'clock, all the clear signs had been settled. It was time to unveil the dark signs, and the atmosphere gradually became tense.

The second day of the expo can be said to be the most entertaining day in the game festival. There is no carnival on this day, and there is only discussion and bargaining on technology. In addition to the sky-high dark marks that can make people excited, the others... to be honest, it is not good for the audience.

But this day is more important for clubs and game companies.

However, because Yang Hai did not set up a sky-high price secret bid, he was not under any pressure. He just sat on the side and watched who would fall. Some of them were happy and some were sad.

"Aren't you worried that you will lose to Atractylodes?" The king squeezed his eyes and said, "Go and give those mechanical technologies a secret tag. It's good to add more money. You're a petty man, how can you be the king of our country?"

"Fred!" The captain was amused and crying.

"Uncle King, do you know how much I have paid for those mechanical technologies?" Yang Hai suddenly felt like having fun and said mysteriously.

"How many?" Yang Hai refused to say no matter how the king asked just now. It seemed as if ten thousand ants were crawling in his heart.

"Hehe." Yang Haishou said narrowly: "You will find out soon."

The king raised a middle finger to Yang Hai and expressed his contempt. Isn’t this the same as not saying it?

In another second floor VIP box, the Cloto Party members sat upright, Pushlin, as the current godfather, sat in the first place, and Bai Xiao and his daughter sat on the sofa casually. Bai Xiao saw that there was always a faint smile on the corner of his daughter's mouth, and he felt very uncomprehensible. Bai Xiao knew his daughter, Bai Zi looked frivolous, but that was just a natural posture. In fact, Bai Zi was very steady. In the game, Bai Zi rarely lost to people who were absolutely inferior to her. This terrible stability is very rare. In life, Bai Zi also continued the stability in the game. She would never dream in daylight or go to YY something. So what was she thinking at this time?

"Hmph" Bai Zhu blinked mischievously: "Dad, that idiot is about to be fooled by me."

At this time, her shoulder was suddenly slapped from behind, which scared her.

Atractylodes turned around helplessly.

There is only one person in the entire Cloto Party who will provoke the little witch Atractylodes, which is Visconti. Atractylodes can train those men who are not eyebrowed, but she has no way of doing Visconti. Outsiders call Visconti the God of War, but in Atractylodes' eyes, he is just a heartless guy.

The heartless guy will not react no matter how he messed with him. Moreover, Visconti is very good at Atractylodes, which is the kind of brother who treats his sister, and Atractylodes are reluctant to overdo him, so...

Bai Zhu felt a big hand smearing on his head and rubbing it, messing up all her hair. Bai Xiao looked at it with a smile and didn't say anything. Bai Xiao knew about Visconti's entire Clothing Party. Visconti was Bai Xiao's number one favorite. Everyone knew that Bai Xiao agreed and wanted her daughter to marry her favorite. Unfortunately, the two of them didn't call, so there was nothing to do about it.

There are only two words in Visconti's life - a game. For him, women are something that is often touched but extremely far away. And Atractylodes... She is so ambiguous to every man, which has harmed countless innocent young men of Crotto, but she has never seen this witch really fall in love with anyone - she doesn't even have the man she likes, so there is no way to talk about love.

Bai Zhu held Visconti's hand and pulled it over and bit it. Visconti screamed. She turned around proudly and was immediately angry because Visconti screamed while showing her signature heartless smile. The two looked very close, but they had been like this for many years and had never seen any sparks really rubbing out.

Bai Xiao watched the two of them fight with regret. Visconti was his most ideal son-in-law object, but it seemed that these two people were impossible.

Visconti... It's more than tens of millions of times better than that 2B youth!

Bai Xiao thought in his heart a little angrily that even a person of this level could squeeze TONY out of the nomination for the Golden Badge Award? The judges of the Nebula Award were really blind!

Visconti said with a smile: "Why, which unlucky guy offended you again?"

Bai Zhu snorted: "Let you see how I play POSEIDON tonight!"

The smile on Visconti's face gradually disappeared.

"POSEIDON..." Visconti looked at the soft crystal screen in the box, and the secret signs on it were playing on it. "Is POSEIDON also here?"

"Yeah." Atractylodes squeezed a sound from his nose. This guy really doesn't grow a brain. In such an occasion, can POSEIDON, as the current IEC of ETYPE, come?

"Where is he?" Visconti stood up.

"Hey, idiot, don't do anything randomly!" Bai Shu was shocked.

"I'm going to duel with him!" Visconti shouted excitedly.

"Visconti!" Bai Xiao frowned: "We are here to reveal the bid, don't make trouble!"

Pushlin watched carefully. Since that day, he found that he did not understand the legendary godfather Bai Xiao enough, and he also found that he did not understand these professional players thoroughly enough, so he continued to study.

"Make trouble?" Visconti opened his eyes wide: "What a joke! I'm going to have an open contest with POSEIDON, that old man-" Visconti pointed to the host talking outside: "He's just messing around there, okay?"

"What a 2B." Pushlin grinned and thought to himself. This is how Visconti looks like. No matter what time or place, no matter who is talking to him, he dares to say anything as long as his temperament comes. In the past, he thought that this might be just because Visconti is more 2B, but after Mr. Bai talked to him that day... Can a person like Visconti represent the entire spirit and courage of the Crotto party?

Bai Xiao suddenly turned his head and looked at Pushlin, and Pushlin was shocked.

A smile flashed across Bai Xiao's mouth, he blinked at Pushlin, then turned to ask Visconti: "That POSEIDON is worth your action? It's just a lie."

"You're talking nonsense, POSEIDON is very strong!" Visconti widened his eyes, "Uncle Bai, you can't add confidence to yourself by belittle others. Every opponent should respect him, and every game should give his all. We--"

"Stop talking." A voice came from the corner, and a man in white robe who looked like Jesus at first glance said impatiently: "Do you think the Godfather is as idiotic as you?"

"Uh..." Visconti scratched his head and stopped talking. In the entire Clothing party, Visconti was not afraid of anyone, and even Bai Xiao was not afraid of him, but TONY was different. No matter what Bai Xiao said, Visconti refused to do it. TONY alone could make Visconti behaved. If TONY said nothing was allowed, Visconti would really not dare to do it, and even he could not explain the reason himself.

TONY coughed a few times with difficulty, as if the coughing resonated with the bass area of ​​the chimes, everyone was shocked. A trace of worry flashed in Bai Xiao's eyes. TONY's coughing sound became more and more scary over the years, and I don't know how long his body could last. Even so, TONY still insisted on banning alcohol, banning meat, and abstinence, and only slept for four hours a day.

TONY is one year younger than Visconti, but looking at his face just makes people feel that he is bigger than Bai Xiao. His light-colored beard covers up his real age, and his pale face also erodes the only faint youthful aura on his body. His eyes were dull and numb, and had no glory. He looked like a person who had been lying on a sickbed for a long time, not a famous saint.

Bai Xiao sighed in his heart, maybe a person like TONY shouldn't exist in the world, otherwise why did this great guy endure countless hardships since he was born? This is God's jealousy.

"TONY, are you okay?" Visconti asked in fear. Every time he heard TONY's cough, he felt that his partner was about to die. The sound was really scary. Visconti and TONY had been together for so many years and jointly supported the backbone of the Croto party. Visconti knew very well how strong this partner who looked weak and could blow down even a little more wind was. If he hadn't been unable to help, he would never cough in front of others. Although holding back would cause rot fluid to accumulate in the trachea of ​​the lungs, such pain was common for TONY. TONY coughing meant that the liquid in the lungs had accumulated to the point where he could not breathe if he didn't cough.

This case is very rare and there is no good treatment. Every time Visconti was worried about TONY, TONY always smiled and said that suffering was a gift from God. Visconti knew that he was not a smart person and he couldn't understand what this partner wanted to say, but this did not affect Visconti's sincere admiration for TONY. Thinking about it, Visconti felt that no matter which one of the bad luck that came to TONY was, he could not bear it.

"Our dark mark is about to open." TONY lay on a soft couch with some difficulty: "Winnie (nickname), tell me the result... I'll take a rest first."

"Yeah." Visconti helped TONY flatten the hem of his white linen robe so that TONY would lie a little more comfortable: "TONY, you'd better not go to Masters this December."

"Why?" TONY asked with his eyes closed and his voice hoarse.

"Moscow is so cold, I'm worried..."

"Suffering is the wealth given to us by God." TONY whispered.

Visconti sighed, "This guy... is so desperate. Unfortunately, he has never persuaded him once, but he is always persuaded for no reason."

The Masters have 1v1 games and 2v2. TONY and Visconti have been the 2v2 champions of the Masters for several years.

"TONY." Visconti looked at the screen, "The maglev engine of No. 131 is turned on."

"Did we get it?" TONY asked softly.

"It hasn't been opened yet... Nanhua Club, 18 million, the highest at present. Our sign has not opened yet. We have paid 21 million. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be anyone taller than us. Let's take a look... Ah! SURISE Club, 29 million, these people are crazy!"

Amid the silence of discussion, Bai Zhu didn't care about the king of flags. She just wanted to wait until the secret sign at booth No. 547 was unveiled and see what Yang Hai's expression was.
Chapter completed!