LOL: I'm in the LPL, that's my fight!

Chapter 88: Brother Yan, you know us!

No wonder the four of them reacted that way.

A monthly salary of 12,000 yuan was a fortune in the esports scene in 2015. Not to mention the secondary leagues, even some players from the lower-middle teams in the top leagues might not be able to earn that much.

Not to mention, the esports industry has always provided room and board.

Three meals a day are provided, and I don't have to pay a single penny.

Where do you live?

The new base is an apartment in the suburbs of Shanghai. Although it is a shared apartment for two to four people, it is equipped with a private bathroom, air conditioning, and 100 Mbps broadband.

With such a setup, the monthly rent for just one room would be at least three or four thousand, even if the club covers the entire cost.

To take it even further—even the team uniforms, slippers, and toiletries are all provided by the club.

In other words, you can save as much as you receive each month, and there's almost no outlet for spending money.

"Don't just look at the fixed salary, take a look at the bonuses and performance-based pay."

Old Mo reminded him, "This was something your Brother Yan specifically requested to be added at the meeting."

The team's leader suddenly became an original shareholder of the club.

Everyone knows this.

It would be a lie to say they weren't a little envious, but the team members exchanged glances and weren't particularly surprised.

Because only they, who had spent so much time with the man with the ID "Crush," truly understood just how outrageous his talent was in the game "League of Legends."

With their club just starting out, if they want to compete with established powerhouses in terms of facilities, they probably can't find a more practical solution than giving them shares.

However, what specific terms did Brother Yan request?

These young men, who already idolized the mid-lane legend, silently lowered their heads and read down the contract.

"Basic performance evaluation: Perfect attendance + training targets met + no violations = 1000 RMB/month (Deduction details: 50 RMB for being late once, 200 RMB for being idle, 500 RMB for lending out an account, inappropriate remarks to outsiders, etc.)"

Prize Money: LSPL League Prize Money [Shared by the whole team, 2016 Spring Season]:

「冠军：20万；亚军：15万；季军：10万；4–6名：3万；」

Distribution ratio: 70% for starters, 20% for substitutes, and 10% for coaching staff.

"Tournament Prize Money: 5000-10000 RMB for the whole team winning a minor tournament!"

After reading through the list, Li Rui couldn't help but chuckle: "So, that means we actually get 13,000 a month?"

"That's the theoretical idea, as long as you don't break the rules," Zhou Heyang replied instinctively, then turned to glance at his partner and complained irritably, "Can't you be a little more sensible? You should be thinking about the championship prize, not that extra thousand yuan!"

"Look at what you're saying—" Li Rui spread his hands, smiling confidently, "With our Brother Yan around, winning the LSPL championship is just like putting it in our pockets, isn't it?"

Zhou Heyang was speechless for a moment.

Well, the conservatives think the radicals are too conservative.

I originally wanted to criticize the other person for lacking ambition, but it turns out the other person already has the championship trophy in their pocket.

"No objections to the bonuses, right?" Old Mo glanced around, his tone becoming serious. "The club is giving you a heads-up: this is the standard for LSPL. If you make it to LPL later, it will be revised, only higher, never lower."

"No problem!"

"That's perfectly acceptable!"

Li Rui, Zhou Heyang, and two other teammates nodded in unison, their faces full of satisfaction.

Old Mo continued, "That's fine. From now on, it's about the contract term and the revenue sharing terms for live streaming. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."

Regarding the contract length, the four veteran players who followed from BJBS all signed one-and-a-half-year contracts, with a fixed 10% salary increase in the middle of the term. As for the revenue sharing from live streaming—the whole team signed a package deal with Huya, and after splitting the accounts with the club, each person is guaranteed a minimum of 1000 to 1500 yuan per month, plus a 15% commission on the revenue.

With all sorts of clauses piled up, this contract was more than twice as thick as the one they signed when they first joined BJBS.

It must be said that Lao Mo and Qi Sheng were indeed honest and didn't intend to plant any traps or pitfalls in the contract.

……

When the four of them walked out of Lao Mo's office, they were holding the newly signed contract in their hands. They subconsciously headed towards the training room to continue their hard work.

"Is everything signed?"

A familiar voice rang out from the corner on the third floor.

Fu Shiyan was leaning against the window, not looking at his phone, just standing there quietly waiting for them.

"Yes, we've signed!" The four of them said almost in unison, their voices filled with barely suppressed joy.

Are you satisfied with the new contract?

"Absolutely, extremely satisfied," Li Rui answered quickly, deliberately dragging out the word "absolutely," which prompted Zhou Heyang next to him to give him a gentle nudge.

"As long as you're satisfied."

Fu Shiyan nodded and beckoned to the group, "Come with me."

He led them into the training room, but instead of going to the computers, he went straight to the sofa in the spectator area and sat down.

Looking at the group of people in front of him, he suddenly smiled and said, "Signing so quickly, aren't you afraid of regretting it? There should be quite a few people outside willing to offer high prices to poach you right now."

"Perhaps in another week or two, there will be people willing to offer a monthly salary of 20,000."

Upon hearing this, before anyone else could speak, Wu Chen was the first to jump up from his seat, his movement so forceful that it almost knocked Zhou Heyang down.

"No regrets!"

"Don't worry, Brother Yan. As long as the team doesn't think I'm bad and doesn't want me anymore, even if all three of them leave, I will never leave BJBS."

"Damn it, what do you mean, Wu? What do you mean we three should all leave?" Zhou Heyang was immediately displeased and slapped Wu Chen on the back, causing him to stagger forward.

"You mean the few of us will become rogue ninjas?" Li Rui added fuel to the fire, though he was suppressing a laugh.

"Let me correct you," Zhu Dan rarely spoke up, and said in a serious tone, "Our team has changed its name; it should be called TSG now."

Ignoring their banter, Zhu Dan, the honest boy, declared his loyalty, "Brother Yan, you know me."

"I have mediocre talent and am rather dull. If I hadn't met you, my best outcome would probably have been to finish my professional career on BJBS and then find a small platform to do freelance boosting to make a living."

As he said this, he chuckled to himself, a smile that contained both self-deprecation and a hint of lingering fear, as if that dusty road had once been right in front of him, and he was just one step away from stepping onto it.

"It is thanks to you that we have made progress and gained recognition during this period."

Zhu Dan raised his head, his gaze frank. "Those teams that offered high prices weren't after the four of us. I know that better than anyone. A monthly salary of over 20,000 sounds tempting... but think about it carefully, how many months can they keep us after we leave TSG? Or even if we can get the job at all? That's all uncertain."

Zhou Heyang chimed in, "Old Zhu is right. Those rotten apples just want to hollow out TSG and make our team stumble badly in our first LSPL appearance. We've seen this kind of tactic countless times."

"Oh, my dear brother—" Li Rui suddenly slid halfway off the sofa, making a move to kneel on the carpet. "Please stop testing us. How about I kowtow to you first?"

"We're about to compete in LSPL. Do you have any unparalleled secret techniques? Please, Master, teach me!"

Zhou Heyang and Wu Chen reacted quickly, grabbing him from either side. Li Rui didn't struggle; he just squatted there, looking up at Fu Shiyan with a grin, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Having spent so much time together, we both know exactly what kind of people we are and what kind of person you are."

His voice became more serious, but the playful glint in his eyes remained. "We're the same as we were during the City Championship, and we'll be the same in LSPL. You don't need to worry about us getting cocky or having any other ideas."

He considered his words carefully, and finally chose the simplest and most straightforward way of putting it:

"To be honest, I do feel envious—but I admire them even more."

"I admire your talent, and I also admire your understanding of this game."

"We're a bunch of fools, all we know is to carry out orders. Just do what you need us to do, as before."